The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Since you can't count on others, count on yourself ...

Sure enough, in the afternoon, masters of Chinese medicine who participated in the war on Huaxia were beheaded by Master and Apprentice Park Changming. However, in the afternoon game, Park Ming-yue has not played much. Obviously, his medical skills can no longer compete with the Chinese elite. This made Park Ming-Yuan feel a little lost, but when he saw Park Chang-Ming sweeping one side, he still looked up proudly, like a proud big rooster.

After a day, there was a gloomy cloud over Huaxia, wailing in wailing.

On the other hand, there is applause in South Korea.

Even television stations in some countries have begun waving flags for South Korea.

This kind of medical competition organized by non-government organizations cannot intervene, but can only stare, but there is no way. In this way, people all over the world seem to see the fall of traditional Chinese medicine and look at the ancient civilization of Huaxia with a special eye. It is a pity, a sigh, a sympathy, a regret, and of course a gloat.

This day, it is called by Chinese people who study Chinese medicine, it is dark. I ca n’t see the black day of hope at all!

However, there are always exceptions. When others are crying, some people are laughing.

"Song Yuhe! You're enough! When you come, you laugh, what the **** are you laughing at?" Jiang Yu almost smashed the tea cup in his hand into Song Yuhe's face.

Song Yuhe looked at the news of the defeat of the Chinese medicine on the news network in front of him and continued to laugh: "Of course it is a ridiculous person."

"What do you mean? Do you think we are ridiculous?" Jiang Yu's eyes burst into flames.

Song Yuhe said lightly: "Jiang Yu, after three days, you go to a place with you and you will understand."

"Song Yuhe, what kind of medicine do you sell in the gourd?" Jiang Yu asked, puzzled.

Song Yuhe laughed without answering.

Jiang Yu frowned: "I have no time to talk nonsense with you, three days? Three days later, our Chinese doctors who are afraid of being able to get their hands will seal the needle and get rid of their eggs. By then, Chinese medicine will also completely wither." Speaking of which, Jiang Yu sighed, and there was sadness in the eyebrows.

Song Yuhe said with a smile: "Be assured that Chinese medicine can't fail, and even Chinese medicine is about to take off."

Jiang Yu looked at Song Yuhe suspiciously and said, "Is this guy crazy?"

Song Yuhe shook his head and said nothing, but got up and said, "I will visit those defeated guys these days. Three days later, I will take you to a place. After you go, you naturally understand what I mean. As for now? , I'm going to drink a little wine and take a good rest. By the way, you still don't expect those old guys, they don't have a gene for fighting in their bones at all. "

Jiang Yu stunned, then laughed bitterly. The old guy Song Yuhe said, of course, she knows who they are. They are a group of old Chinese medicine practitioners who are 80-90 years old or even over 100 years old. These people are savvy and natural, but they are cold-hearted. Wandering like a crane in the wild clouds. It is their job to raise flowers and make grass and cure people. These people do not pursue fame and wealth, they have a set of inheritance methods, as if walking outside the world.

In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe, and Wang Yukun, another of the three sages of Chinese medicine, are all apprentices of the Yuzi generation under the Master. But none of their own masters can find it ...

Shaking his head, although Jiang Yu wanted to say that Song Yuhe was crazy, he still had some faint hope in his heart. No matter how great this hope is, at least, it is still a hope, better than despair.

The next time, Song Yuhe went to visit the doctors who lost to Park Chang-ming and Park Ming-soo one by one. Sure enough, as soon as Song Yuhe said, these people were a little curious, and coupled with Song Yuhe's own reputation, these people decided to follow Song Yuhe to see what the hope was!

The next three days will be a disaster day for Huaxia Chinese Medicine. The Chinese medicine was killed in batches, and all of them failed.

The Chinese audience, who had been so passionate and shouted for cheering, started to be silent. Some people are crying, some people are drinking, some people are scolding their mothers. For a time, the streets and alleys are full of inexplicable depression! This is a hundred times more depressive than when the World Cup was defeated! It's as if a knife is hanging over everyone's head, as if the knife would fall at any time, and then ... this nation is missing a part.

On this day, the hotel's business is particularly good, but no matter how many people there are, there are not many people who speak.

Even the crazy bars seemed a bit dull, and many people were drinking or not laughing there!

If someone looks closely, at this moment, whether it is an official or an ordinary person; whether it is Chinese or Western medicine; whether it is a white-collar or blue-collar worker; whether it is a boss or a worker; Is it a bar or a thug ...

This day, everyone's eyes are flashing with a kind of light, an angry light, a kind of light that the volcano is about to erupt in the depressed heart! There is despair in grief and endless sadness in despair!

Some are crying, some are silent.

But one thing seems to be rising quietly ...

On the same day, many people in South Korea are cheering, they rush to the streets, shouting Park Changming's name, as if he is a great hero. However, there are also a group of people scolding them, saying that they are the triumph of the thieves and the loss of world morality. Korea is also in a mess ...

But Park Chang-ming ignored them, but looked at the mountains in the distance with distant eyes, and Park Ming-chan next to him was still confused. They have already won the final victory. Why is Park Changming still not happy?

"Master ..." Park Ming-chan asked.

Park Chang-ming shook his head and interrupted his words: "You look at the mountains here."

After that, Park Chang-ming left.

Park Ming-hyun looked blank, and looked at the mountains again?

Three days passed. Three days later, Park Chang-ming took Park Ming-hyun, and in countless angry eyes, took the car sent by the Korean Embassy to the airport. No way, they can find the car, as long as they are a Korean, immediately refused to carry, no one would intercede. Even after the game was over, as soon as government personnel evacuated, they had to rely on the ambassador to deliver food. Because they ca n’t buy vegetables at all, they ca n’t buy anything to spend! They even wonder if they will starve to death here for a few more days. So several people from Park Changming ran to the airport in embarrassment, preparing to return home.

I don't know if it's running too fast, Park Ming-jiu suddenly made a whine, squatted on the ground with his stomach in his stomach, and could not move.

Pu Changming frowned, and he had known medicine for so many years. A Chinese medicine practitioner knows his body well and will never leave a dark illness on his body. What Chinese medicine is best at is not treating the disease that has already happened, but treating the disease that has not occurred, and always maintaining the body at a healthy level. Therefore, Park's response is clearly questionable. When I think of Park Ming-hyun wearing a mask every day, Park Chang-ming finally draws a little gaze on Park-Ming-hyun's troubled thoughts, grabs the other's wrist, touches it, and suddenly feels dumbfounded, exclaiming: "How is this possible? ! "