After a while, Zhao Youliang finally reacted and said nothing. He just bowed deeply and respectfully to the head of the Bai family.
This time, Bai Wuwei did not stop him and accepted Zhao Youliang's salute calmly.
Because he knew that if he didn't accept it, the other person would feel even more guilty.
Over time, it is easy to form "inner demons" and hinder one's own practice.
To explain in particular, the inner demon here is not the one who becomes obsessed and becomes a bad person like in movies and TV dramas, but refers to the incomprehensible thoughts and always being entangled in something or someone.
This is the main reason why most practitioners choose to stay away from the world and try not to be contaminated by cause and effect.
Whether it is love, hate, obsession, hatred, or any other emotions, they may eventually form "inner demons", or so-called "concerns."
Bai Wuwei is a real great doctor, so he naturally understands the truth and knows how to avoid it.
...
What Zhao Youliang didn't expect was that refining alchemy was not as complicated as he thought, or that it would take three to five years to refine it.
There is no "thunder disaster" when the elixir is refined.
It only took the head of the Bai family a short time to refine the Blood Ganoderma lucidum and several other precious herbs into thirty-six ruby-like pills.
The pill red color is crystal clear and constantly shining in the sunlight. It is simply a work of art.
Of course, those precious auxiliary medicinal materials were provided to Zhao Youliang free of charge by Bai Wuwei, which moved Zhao Youliang even more.
Kindness without saying thanks!
Therefore, Zhao Youliang did not say any words of gratitude, but kept all his feelings deeply in his heart.
At the same time, he took out half of the elixir and insisted on giving it to the head of the Bai family.
This time the head of the Bai family did not refuse, but he only accepted one.
"This medicine is precious. If you meet the right patient, it can bring the patient back to life."
"Bai is ashamed to receive one just in case of emergencies."
Look, gentlemen: this is the true healer.
He took such precious elixirs not for himself, but to save them to treat illnesses and save others.
After doing all the above, the head of the Bai family picked up his medicine box and left.
He walked straight towards the city where Zhao Youliang's father was.
Zhao Youliang bowed deeply in the direction where Bai Wuwei left, until the back of the head of the Bai family completely disappeared from sight.
At the same time, the big yellow dog in the den was also kneeling down to Bai Wuwei's back.
Just kowtowing to Bai Wuwei's back was not enough. After the big yellow dog, who knew how to be a human...and a dog, got out of the nest, he immediately "led" Zhao Youliang to the side room dedicated to the Xian family, and once again faced the people above. The tablets are constantly knelt down and worshipped.
The two extra tablets were enshrined by Zhao Youliang after he returned from the Chenghuang Temple.
They are written respectively by Grandma Chenghuang and the old deity of the Bai family.
These two tablets are placed together with the tablets of the head of the Hui family, second only to Mr. Hu San, Hei Mama, etc.
After paying homage to the memorial tablet, Zhao Youliang was shocked to find that the urn he had brought back was missing.
I wanted to ask what was going on, but unfortunately all the immortals were still sleeping and recuperating and did not respond to Zhao Youliang.
In desperation, Zhao Youliang could only choose to wait for the immortals to "wake up" before asking again.
He took out his cell phone and called his adoptive father, telling him that he had invited a miracle doctor to treat him, and walked towards the coffin shop.
Zhao, who has experienced ups and downs since childhood, has never been afraid of hardship.
It can even be said that he endured all kinds of hardships in order to survive.
Today, Zhao Youliang just wants to seize the time to learn more skills, protect himself, and protect those who are good to him.
At this point in the story, some readers will definitely ask: Why is it that Zhao Youliang's spiritual practice is to learn to make coffins?
Shouldn't we find a place to meditate and practice, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon?
The above statement is correct, but it is only part of the practice, not the whole.
True spiritual practice actually means literally: practice and practice.
Regarding this point, Mr. Dong Qichang, a layman in Xiangguang in the Ming Dynasty, has long given a clear explanation, and it is still a sentence that everyone is very familiar with.
"read more, walk more."
Among them, reading thousands of books is "cultivation", and traveling thousands of miles is "walking".
Only the unity of knowledge and action is true practice.
In fact, all the truths in our world are interlinked, and the ancient sages have long told us through different channels.
It's just that we descendants are too impetuous and fail to understand the profound meaning.
If someone is really stupid enough to get a so-called secret book like those in movies and TV shows, they will find a cave and stay in seclusion for a hundred years.
That is definitely not spiritual practice.
If you really do this, I think there are only two results:
One is that one is too hungry to bear it, or after being stretched by the ice on the ground, he runs out cursing.
If you run too slowly, you have to unzip your trouser pockets, which stinks;
The other option is to starve to death in a cave or be eaten by a passing beast.
There is absolutely no third possibility.
Suppose someone brags to you readers: saying that he has been in seclusion for decades and is now invincible.
Then you can feel free to slap his big mouth as hard as you can.
The author guarantees that he cannot beat you, and if he is beaten by you, he will probably call the police to blackmail you...
Back to business:
Just when Zhao Youliang was practicing wholeheartedly, he saw Li Mao walking in with admiration on his face.
He asked after sitting down.
"Quantum Quantum, can you predict the future?"
"I know that there are still deaths in our town recently, and when a death occurs, a whole family is involved, so I have stepped up my efforts to make so many coffins in the past few days."
"Just wait for them to die and then sell them for money, right?"
Zhao Youliang: "..."
"Xiao Li, am I so wicked?"
"Whose whole family is dead? I don't know at all."
"Old Qiao's family belongs to the east end of the town. They are one of the five major families in the land."
Li Mao answered while looking curiously at the coffin made by Zhao Youliang.
"That's the guy who fawns over Guo Zhengde every day!"
"Oh oh oh!" Zhao Youliang was deeply impressed by this person named Qiao.
Without it, that old boy would be a real scoundrel, an extremely shameless one!
In order to please Guo Zhengde, he was unscrupulous and shameless!
Zhao Youliang even suspected for a time: If Guo Zhengde pointed at the dog shit on the ground and said it was sweet, this old boy would be able to taste it with his mouth immediately.
Then he said with excitement: "Hey, it's really sweet!"
...
"Li Mao, do you know how their family died?"
After hearing Zhao Youliang's question, Xiao Li pretended to be mysterious.
"Quantum, just ask me about this. If you ask others, they really don't know."
"Because they were worried about causing panic, the town told the outside world that it was gas poisoning."
"Actually, it should be a murder, and the police are here!"
"Even though they are wearing plain clothes, I know one of them young people."
