Practitioner with the World Gate

Chapter 73
At noon, on Fufeng Street.

A small jar was hung on Lu Fan's body, which contained the completed dates.

Sell ​​the jujubes, and then use the money from selling dates to do good deeds.

It seems that this is a simple process, but when it comes to doing it, it is inevitable that there will be various concerns.

When Sazu got the Jujube Jujube back then, he had already traveled all over the world for many years, and he was very experienced.

No matter what kind of person he is, he can be seen through at a glance at his old man's place.

Saving people with spells and saving people with medical skills cannot be generalized.

Medical skills save people, unless you know the origin of the other party in advance, you can't control so much.

The patient was so angry that he came to the door. Could it be possible to find out the details first?
Saving people with spells is different, which involves the theory of 'cause and effect'.

Interfering with all natural laws in the mortal world by means that should not exist in the mortal world will easily cause cause and effect. It is not necessarily good to do good simply.

Lu Fan was not as perceptive as Sazu, but his purpose was different.

He was doing an experiment to see if there were any other claims in it.

After Guo Feng learned about the situation, he went out with Lu Fan. This Fufeng Street was also recommended by him.

"Brother Lu doesn't know something. There are many elegant scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. After a long time of customs, many things can be seen from the name."

Holding the folding fan in his hand, he spoke clearly and logically.

"I would like to hear the details." Lu Fan asked curiously.

Seeing this, Guo Feng chuckled, used his shoulder to resist Lu Fan, and pointed his fan at an attic that hadn't opened the door yet.

There is no clue on the outside, only that the door is wider when it intersects with other shops, and the whole shop occupies a huge area.

"Shou Ma Pavilion, what kind of place does Brother Lu think this is?"

"Hey, let me just say that you are not allowed to use spells. I know that you monks have a lot of magical powers such as magic eyes and god eyes."

Lu Fan's face froze, and he put away his eyes and thought for a while: "Skinny horse. Car dealership?"

"Who's car dealership is called a thin horse, but at least it is called a 'strong horse.'" Guo Feng teased.

"Uh"

Lu Fan suddenly couldn't remember.

Seeing this, Guo Feng didn't hold back any more, and quickly walked away with Lu Fan's shoulders on his shoulder.

"Walk around, this place is so-so, it's a disgrace to Yangzhou City to have such a thing."

Lu Fan seems to understand what kind of place this is.

Gu Dao Xifeng Shouma murmured a few times in his heart, and suddenly felt that this word was not very serious.

The two walked for a while, and stopped at the end of the street.

Behind it is Fufeng Street, where houses are neatly lined up, but in front, it is full of dilapidated and small thatched huts and earthen houses. It is obviously a poor area.

Across the street, it's like two worlds.

"Brother Lu, do you believe me?"

Guo Feng's confident expression gave Lu Fan the illusion of "a catastrophe is imminent".

"Ah this."

"Don't be afraid!"

Guo Feng patted Lu Fan on the shoulder suddenly, looked around a few times, and walked to a drowsy scholar booth.

There are many stalls like this here, most of which are for writing, painting, and occasionally poetry and lyrics.

In the land of fireworks, scholars will always be indispensable.

Guo Feng and the other party whispered a few words, and threw something in the shape of a token.

The latter looked happy, grabbed the token, packed the paper, pen, ink and inkstone indiscriminately, and ran away.

"What did you give him?" Lu Fan leaned over and asked in confusion.

"A signboard is not very useful, but it is still possible to take it to Zhang Yuanwai's library in the west of the city to read books at will."

Guo Feng answered casually.

Afterwards, he moved the spies to the end of the street, and shouted at the slums in anger: "Realist Lu was born with a pot to help the world, with cold and fever, difficult and miscellaneous diseases~ first treat the disease and then pay, if it doesn't work, you don't need money!"

"!!!"

When Lu Fan heard his lines, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"If I didn't know that I was really capable, I would have thought I was a liar."

Guo Feng: "Have you brought the things I brought you?"

Lu Fan suddenly realized, opened the storage bag he was carrying with him, and took out two sets of black gauze clothes and a bamboo hat from it.

"Quick, quick, put it on!"

After changing clothes, many people gathered in front of the stall.

Most of them came to watch the fun, and the main phrase 'treat the disease first and pay later' is quite powerful.

In broad daylight, is it impossible to cure the disease and still forcefully ask for money?

"I have been suffering from diarrhea these days, but the medicine takes effect very slowly." A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

Guo Feng raised his hand and pointed at Lu Fan: "Look for him!"

Lu Fan: "."

Having said that, Guo Feng really has the meaning of "ghost talent".

Needless to say, this is the most effective place to find patients.

Behind is Fufeng Street, and in front is the slums.

Men, women and children, all kinds of common diseases basically have.

Lu Fan opened the lid and took out a cursed date from the small jar.

"Seven coins, pay after eating, it won't work"

"A mere seven cents!"

With a big wave of the man's hand, a small piece of broken silver was slapped directly on the table, which was regarded as the first payment.

He picked up the dates, threw them into his mouth casually, and chewed them.

Everyone looked at him curiously, wishing they could lean closer and observe his movements closely.

Three to five seconds later, the man's face suddenly changed: "This date?"

"Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the vitality, cure the disease if you are sick, and drive away ghosts if you are not sick." Lu Fan said truthfully.

The man subconsciously reached out to clean his crotch.

Lu Fan looked speechless.

Some problems really do not distinguish between ancient and modern.

Anyone who hears "strengthening the foundation and cultivating vitality" will immediately react with "aphrodisiac medicine".

That's... that's not the same thing at all!

Consolidating the foundation and cultivating talents can indeed revive a man's glory, but the effect is definitely more than that.

Moreover, this is a long-term job, even if it is a mantra, it is impossible to recuperate the body in one go.

Healing the disease is one thing, and treating the body is another.

Even for cursing jujube, the latter is still a grind.

For example, if you bald, three or two dates will definitely not work.

(Crying loudly, yes, three or two dates won't work!)
The man's performance was a bit exaggerated, making everyone unable to help but suspect that he was entrusted.

Finally, a young man couldn't bear it any longer, and went forward: "I caught a cold a few days ago, and I haven't recovered from taking medicine. Can I ask for a jujube?"

A mere seven coins, in the relatively affluent Jiangnan area, is equivalent to 15-35 yuan in modern times, which is really not a lot of money.

If you can get rid of the pain once, even if you just try it, it is not impossible.

One thing is, the people here are really sincere, and they always give money first.

The young man directly took out his purse, counted seven copper coins and put them on the table, and then cupped his hands at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan pondered for a while, and didn't give him dates immediately, but turned his head to look at the man who was still immersed in joy.

"Brother, you said Qiwen is Qiwen, you can break the money first and then pay the bill."

Everyone on the field was stunned and stunned, and began to believe that Lu Fan was not a charlatan.

And then, the crowd rushed to the stall, almost crushing the spies.

Lu Fan kept his purpose in mind, and tried his best to select sick people to sell first.

(End of this chapter)