It was dark at night, but Qijun was not peaceful.
Both the locust god and the plague god are dead, but the mess they left behind is still there. Many people's plague has only been initially controlled, and there is still the possibility of recurrence.
Some people were injured by the locust attack.
Under the dead willow tree, Sun Simiao held a free clinic.
Whenever he visits a city, he provides free medical treatment to the local people. This is a habit he has formed over many years, and Qi County is no exception.
People lined up in long lines, all wanting the legendary King of Medicine to treat them.
Sun Simiao refused to accept anyone who came. Whether it was a stubborn disease, a headache or a fever, or even some old injuries, he was very busy diagnosing and treating them.
A little beggar covered in mud limped over and timidly wanted to see a doctor.
He said that he was born with a disability in his left foot, so he was abandoned by his parents. After the death of his adoptive parents, he became a beggar, trying to find a job, but he was ignored because of his disability.
His little face was dirty, but the wild fruits he presented to Sun Simiao were washed exceptionally clean.
Sun Simiao ate his fruit, then smiled and brought a chair for him, helped him take off his shoes without hesitation, and held the deformed left foot covered with dirt.
In order to take care of the little beggar's self-esteem, he even asked someone to put up a curtain.
Acupuncture, massage, bone setting...
This busy work lasted half an hour. Sun Simiao's forehead showed sweat, and his hands and sleeves were covered with dirt. However, he smiled very kindly. In order to prevent the little beggar from being too painful, he kept talking to make him happy.
After the little beggar left, Sun Simiao washed his hands carefully, not out of disgust, but because he wanted to continue diagnosing the pulse of the next patient.
Time passes slowly.
In the distance, Li Daoxuan and Chang Le stood together, staring at Sun Simiao. He had seen that the heart condensed with golden light of merit was getting darker and darker, and was on the verge of collapse.
"Master, can't we save Senior Medicine King?"
Changle's voice had a crying tone. She had been with him for several days and she really liked this kind and kind old man. What's more, Sun Simiao had been helpful to her in saving her life.
Li Daoxuan didn't speak, just sighed lightly.
Sun Simiao's situation was very special. He did not die at the end of his life, but he spent everything he had to kill the God of Plague.
The price a mortal needs to pay for killing a god is too high.
If it weren't for the vast golden light of merit, Sun Simiao would have died long ago.
In this last moment, Li Daoxuan wanted to take him back to Chang'an, or take him to meet anyone he wanted to see, family or friends.
But he was rejected by Sun Simiao.
He said that the people he wanted to see the most were his patients.
"Divine Doctor Sun, my wife is pregnant for seven months. She was frightened by the locusts. Now she is dizzy, nauseated, extremely weak, and she says her stomach is very uncomfortable..."
Sun Simiao was diagnosing his wife's pulse. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his old face was very pale, but his hand when diagnosing the pulse was very calm.
"Divine Doctor Sun, my wife doesn't know how to..."
Sun Simiao braced himself and showed a smile.
"It's okay. I'll give you a recipe. Just remember it and keep the mother and child safe."
He could no longer pick up a pen to write.
"Two liang each of almond and licorice, one liang each of aster, two liang each of stalactite and dried ginger, one liter each of Ophiopogon japonicus and Evodia, five grams of japonica rice, and five grams of Schisandra chinensis."
Sun Simiao's voice became weaker and weaker, even a little intermittent.
"Take the nine flavors, chew... with eight liters of water, boil... three and a half liters, divided into four servings, three times a day... one night."
The man who was busy recording couldn't hear the sound and subconsciously asked: "Doctor Sun, are there any more? Are there any dietary taboos while taking medicine?"
No one answered.
The man looked up and his pupils trembled.
I saw Sun Simiao sitting on a chair, his head hanging down, his snow-white silver hair messy and dry, fluttering in the wind. He seemed too tired, and his expression was peaceful, as if he was sleeping.
The moonlight shines through the white hair and shines on the folds on his face, which are dry and cracked, but still shining.
In August of the seventh year of Zhenguan, Sun Simiao, a medical sage, passed away at the age of ninety-two.
His last words before his death were just a prescription for almond soup.
…
Li Daoxuan silently took out a book from his arms, which was Sun Simiao's lifelong work - "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions".
He opened the book and saw the title of the first chapter, which was called Great Doctor Jingcheng. When he saw some words, he couldn't help but read them out softly.
"Whenever a great doctor treats a disease, he must calm his mind and calm his mind, have no desires or demands, and first have a heart of great compassion and compassion, vowing to universally save the suffering souls."
"If someone comes to seek help from someone who is sick, he should not ask whether he is rich or poor, whether he is old or young, has a beautiful wife, whether he is close or good friends, whether he is beautiful or barbaric, is stupid or wise, and is the same as everyone else. They are all the same as those of close relatives. Nor should he look forward or backward, worry about his own good or bad, and protect his life. …”
Every word here is the principle that Sun Simiao practiced throughout his life, and also contains his expectations for future generations of doctors.
I would rather put medicine on the shelf to produce dust, I hope there is no disease in the world.
I just hope that future generations will never let down this "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions".
…
Sun Simiao's soul is gradually dissipating, and he is about to disappear completely from the world, without even a chance of reincarnation.
At this time, Li Daoxuan finally moved.
In full view of everyone, he waved his sleeves and used his magical power to move stars in exchange for fighting, and forcibly absorbed a bit of the true spirit from the shattered soul.
Humans have three souls and seven souls. After death, the seven souls dissipate, and the three souls each have their own destination.
The three souls are heaven and earth, also known as fetal light, refreshing spirit and ghost spirit in ancient sayings. When a person dies, the heaven soul returns to heaven and the earth soul returns to earth. Only the human soul will go to the underworld and be reincarnated.
What Sun Simiao lost was his human soul, which was irreversible. Even Li Daoxuan was helpless.
But he wanted to force Tianhun to stay in order to intercept a glimmer of hope for Medicine King.
Boom!
As if sensing Li Daoxuan's bold move, God was furious. Hundreds of miles around were shrouded in thunderclouds, brewing with terrifying power. A moment later, ten shocking thunderstorms rained down in one go!
The first is Yushu Lei, the second is Shenxiao Lei, the third is Da Dong Lei, the fourth is Xiandu Lei, the fifth is Beiji Lei, the sixth is Taiyi Lei, the seventh is Zifu Lei, the eighth is Yuchen Lei, and the ninth is Taixiao. Lei, the tenth day is Tai Chi Lei.
Ten immortal thunders fell from the sky, shattering the sky and lighting up the night sky, fully demonstrating the power of thunder.
Li Daoxuan had only seen this kind of thunder in one place, that is, in the underworld, when Xudu survived the thunder tribulation when he wanted to become an immortal.
The empty belly, which was already at the peak of the Yang God at that time, was still integrated with the underworld that had flowed for hundreds of millions of years, and it was able to survive the thunder tribulation. Even so, the thousands of miles of underworld also shrunk significantly.
"Master, be careful!"
Ten thunders broke through the air and shone brightly in the world, heading straight for Li Daoxuan's head, shattering the green lotus shadow in an instant, with almost no pause.
Changle's face turned pale, and he immediately took out the jade-green willow branch and prepared to help the master.
This willow branch is the true form of Liu Mingyue. It has been bathed in the blood of the Qing Emperor, and after hundreds of years of practice, it has swallowed up the essence of the sun and the moon. It is magical and has endless magical uses.
With just a little bit of refinement, it can be called an outstanding spiritual treasure.
But Li Daoxuan roared loudly, soaring into the sky with pride.
"Well done!"
He also used the thunder method. Purple lightning flew across his pupils, and golden thunder wrapped around his body. He actually actively flew towards the ten divine thunders.
Boom!
In an instant, the sky above Qi County turned into thunder. The dazzling thunder light made it difficult for everyone to open their eyes. Before closing their eyes, they all vaguely saw a figure flying up into the sky in the thunder light.
The thunder dispersed.
In the void, Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back. His green robe was slightly scorched, but his expression remained calm, and he even showed a trace of insight.
It was as if he had realized something during the confrontation with the ten divine thunders.
"It's a god, the god has come down to earth!"
"It must be Thor!"
"Quickly, kowtow quickly and beg him to save Divine Doctor Sun!"
Li Daoxuan lives high in the sky, and the people can only vaguely see his figure and cannot recognize his identity. They only regard him as a god descending to the earth and a thunder god coming to the world.
Many people knelt down, kowtowed, and prayed devoutly.
But he was not praying for himself, but for Sun Simiao.
They sincerely hoped that the gods who descended to earth could save Dr. Sun. Such a good man should not die like this.
Li Daoxuan did not break it, but spread his magic power throughout the city.
"The King of Medicine, Sun Simiao, has saved countless lives and made immeasurable merits. Now he summons his soul to ascend to the heavenly realm and seals the title of Miaoying Zhenren!"
As soon as these words came out, countless people cheered.
But when they looked up again, the green-robed god had disappeared, and a colorful tiger appeared in the sky, flying into the sky carrying a white-haired old man.
Looking at the back, he looks like Dr. Sun.
"Master Miaoying has appeared!"
"Great, Divine Doctor Sun has really become an immortal!"
"The merits are immeasurable, the merits are immeasurable!"
…
Li Daoxuan returned to Changle.
His figure shook slightly and his expression darkened.
"Master!"
Changle quickly supported him.
"It's out of the way."
Li Daoxuan breathed out a long breath, and a stream of burnt black air came out from his throat, like a ferocious black dragon. The terrifying temperature made the surrounding vegetation dry.
After the black dragon dissipated, Li Daoxuan's complexion slowly recovered and became as clear as jade again.
The ten divine thunders just now were enough to kill most of the Yang gods. That is to say, he was proficient in thunder techniques and his body was polished to the extreme, so he could barely cope with it.
Even so, the five internal organs in his body were almost roasted.
"It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. As a teacher, I have a new understanding of the thunder method."
Li Dao
Above the five thunders there are ten thunders, and above the ten thunders there are thirty-six thunders.
Those who have mastered the five thunders can be the heavenly soldiers of the thunder tribe, and those who have mastered the ten thunders can be the divine generals of the thunder tribe. The only one who can master the thirty-six thunders is the legendary supreme god of the thunder tribe - Jiutian Yingyuan Lei Shengpu. Hua Tianzun!
He has finished cultivating the thunder method in Longhu Mountain, and the road ahead is cut off, but maybe he can use heaven as his teacher to realize a more powerful thunder method?
But just ten divine thunder strikes had already injured him. If there were a few more strikes, I'm afraid he would end up here today.
Li Daoxuan shook his head. When it comes to creating thunder methods, you can't be in a hurry, you have to take your time.
Changle held a willow branch and swept it over Li Daoxuan.
The surging vitality surged like a river, nourishing the hidden wounds in his body.
This willow branch is extremely magical. It can not only help people heal their wounds, but also turn into a long whip, like a green dragon, with great killing ability. It can be called a natural and excellent magic weapon.
Li Daoxuan touched her head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my teacher will be fine."
"Master, can senior Medicine King be saved?"
Li Daoxuan was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know, but I have to give it a try."
Those who hold wages for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
This is a sentence he once taught Chang Le. As a master, he must always practice it.
"What about Sister Liu? Can she be saved?"
Changle had already heard the story of Liu Mingyue and Xia Qingfeng from his master, and was moved to tears. It would be best if Sister Liu could survive.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and the jasper-like willow branch flew into his hand.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the willow branch carefully, not missing an inch, but he still couldn't find any trace of Liu Mingyue's spirit.
Liu Mingyue is indeed dead.
But seeing Chang Le's expectant eyes, he still made up a white lie.
"The vitality of the willow tree is very strong. Even if it is just a willow branch, it is possible to grow again. However, the mortal soil is barren. If you can find fairy soil in the future, you may be able to replant it."
Changle's eyes suddenly lit up.
Li Daoxuan silently added in his heart.
Even if she really finds the fairy land and saves this willow branch, will she still be the Liu Mingyue she used to be when it grows back?
Everything is unknown.
Changle held the willow branch in his hand tightly and swore secretly.
Sister Liu, Changle will definitely find a way to save you...
"Master, what is fairy land?"
"As the name suggests, it is the soil of the sky."
"Isn't the sky full of clouds? How can there be soil?"
"There used to be a paradise in the sky, where gods lived, and the soil there was the immortal soil. The flat peach core I gave you before was originally grown in the flat peach garden in the paradise."
"Then how can we go to heaven?"
"Of course I want to become an immortal."
The figures of the two people gradually moved away, one big and one small, and gradually disappeared.
…
A few days later, Qijun had basically recovered.
Most of the autumn harvest remains intact.
In the golden wheat field, the people waved their sickles and cut off the last wheat with smiles on their faces.
The imperial court's taxes were not heavy. After they paid the taxes, they still had a lot of leftover food. Not only could the family be satisfied with snacks, but they could also sell the extra food and the money in exchange would be enough to provide for their children. clothing.
This winter seems to be easy to pass.
For these hard-working and hard-working people, such a bumper harvest is their prosperous age.
Li Daoxuan finally felt relieved after seeing the boatloads of grain being sent to the Luoyang granary with his own eyes. This also meant that the trip to Dengzhou had been completed successfully.
However, he stayed for a few more days and personally took care of the funeral affairs of Senior Sun and Xia Qingfeng.
It is worth mentioning that Xia Qingfeng's family was very poor. As the governor of a state, he not only never took bribes, but also used his salary to help the people.
He seemed to have expected that he would die, so he prepared a suicide note early.
He only ordered one thing in his suicide note, that is, if he dies, his body will be buried in a valley seven miles east of Juye County. There is no need to ask anyone to guard the tomb, as a close friend will take care of it.
Li Daoxuan looked at the word "best friend" in the letter and was silent for a long time.
In Xia Qingfeng's heart, did she really only regard Liu Mingyue as a friend?
There are some things that he just keeps hidden in his heart and dare not say.
The boy who stutters is still not good at speaking.
The next day.
Li Daoxuan buried both Xia Qingfeng and Liu Mingyue in the valley of Juye County. This is where they met and where their story begins.
It started with this and ended with this.
"Brother Xia, although I have never met you, but... you are a good official, and you are worthy of the Tang Dynasty."
"Things you didn't dare to say while you were alive, you can slowly say them after you die."
After spilling a bowl of wine, Li Daoxuan bowed and saluted, then turned and left with Chang Le.
"Master, where should we go next?"
"Go back to Chang'an."
"Then what?"
Li Daoxuan's voice paused for a moment, then slowly sounded, and every word was clear and powerful.
"Please give an explanation to these dead people!"
...(End of chapter)
