Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 99

The world on this side is surrounded by the ocean, and there are scattered islands, large and small, and small islands. Among them, the five largest islands are called land, distributed in the southeast, northwest, and north.

They are Zhongtu Shenzhou, Nanzhanbuzhou, Beiju Luzhou, Xiniuhezhou, and Dongsheng Shenzhou.

There are also four small states, which are smaller than the five continents and larger than the islands. They are called Antarctica, Arctic Continent, Zifu Continent, and Tianpeng Continent. These nine continents are collectively known as the world.

Nine Continents has a vast territory, and there are many strange people and strange things. It is Nanzhan Buzhou, which is located in the south, where fish and dragons are mixed, three religions and nine streams gather, the world of mortals is rolling, and heroes rise together.

There was a Dagan dynasty at the southernmost tip of Nanzhanbuzhou.

Da Zai Qian Yuan, the beginning of all materials, is the rule of heaven.

As big as Qianyuan, the sun and the moon are used to watch the chastity; as far as Kunyuan is concerned, mountains and rivers are used to carry things.

Qianyuan took the meaning of the way of heaven, and the country was long, and it has been more than four hundred years.

At the southernmost tip of the Dagan Dynasty, there is a small town called Zhuxian Town.

5000 years ago, the golden-winged roc hunted and killed the red-bearded dragon, and it stopped here. The blood stained the red mountain.

I never thought that I would run into Shen Gongbao, a savage, with the attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Immediately, the mysterious and mysterious atmosphere was destroyed, the fun of listening to books was lost, and there was no such floating feeling.

Many listeners come to their senses, and after careful thinking, they will find many contradictions.

Someone jokingly said: "Mr. Lu, it is said in the book that dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is black and yellow. Why is this red mountain red!"

"Yes, yes."

In the streets and alleys, at some point, men appeared, gloating at other people's misfortune, and said, "Why did this blood splatter for three thousand miles? It's only six thousand miles in my career. Half of the blood is left here."

The women in Firework Lane came to listen to books and watch Taoists. These vigorous men naturally hid in the dark to watch women.

I don't know who embellished whose scenery, and who entered whose dream.

However, this does not prevent the men in the small town from working together at this moment to fight against this little white-faced Taoist priest.

"Wrong, wrong."

I saw that the young Taoist was unhurried, shook his head and said: "It's been like this since ancient times, the more mysterious the more sensational it is, and you can use your imagination."

"If you really want to put out a bunch of boring words, say that the Red Mountain is a few feet and a few centimeters, see how the terrain is made, and study the soil's centimetres and centimeters, wouldn't it be inferior."

The men in the small town were at a loss for words. Since ancient times, poems and essays have been made with gorgeous rhetoric and majestic scenery. What is suspicious, what is nine thousand miles, what is nineteen states, the poems of Lay Qinglian have long been copied.

If you are fussy at a poetry meeting, it will attract ridicule from others. This is probably the same rule for writing novels. Just come up with a vague concept and fool the readers.

I really want to write in detail, but readers complain that it is boring, the number of words is too low, and the manuscript fee is cheated.

For a biography of a novel, if the author can really write clearly and rationally, every detail is justified, and the subtleties are like a demon, then he doesn't have to go to the rivers and lakes, and go directly to the temple to let the king calculate the world, worship the prime minister and make him a prince.

Everyone faltered, only the thin, dark boy said in a low voice: "No..."

The sound line is extremely low, and there are very few sounds, which can be called the sound of mosquitoes.

However, it attracted the young Taoist to look sideways, even Shen Gongbao also looked at it with great interest.

"What's wrong?" The young Taoist said with a smile, "Say it."

Chen Changsheng's face turned red immediately, there was something wrong, of course the numbers were wrong.

The world is ignorant, except for the accountants in the rivers and lakes and the household ministers in the temples, most people are slow to numbers.

However, Chen Changsheng had to prepare and decoct medicine for his grandma since he was a child, so he was extremely sensitive to numbers.

There are three types of poisons in medicines. Dr. Wu in the town divides medicines into big poisons, normal poisons, small poisons, and non-toxic.To treat a disease, it is necessary to treat a disease with a large poison, six out of ten; to treat a disease with a constant poison, seven out of ten;

The major poison is Tripterygium wilfordii which is specially used to treat rheumatism, the poison is bitter chair which is an anti-roundworm medicine, and the poison is centipede which can relieve wind and spasm.

From the perspective of doctors, everything in the world can be used as medicine, and what needs to be grasped is a measure.

Some medicines are used well, and fighting poison with poison is a life-saving prescription. If you use less, it will have no effect at all, and you will just drink a stomach full of useless bitterness. Once you use more, it will be even more deadly. It is a downright poison.

It is licorice, which has mild medicinal properties, can reconcile various drugs, has the effect of invigorating the stomach, has the effects of nourishing the middle and replenishing qi, purging fire and detoxification, relieving the medicinal properties, and neutralizing the emergency.However, if taken for a long time without reason, it can affect the spleen and stomach qi and hinder digestion;
Even if it is the case in grasping medicine, it needs to be meticulous, not to make any mistakes, let alone other figures.

If the weight of the prescription is wrong, at most one person will be killed. If the government's figure is wrong, it is unknown how many people will be killed.

This is the truth that Chen Changsheng realized from the prescription.

But, do you want to say this truth? !

Chen Changsheng looked at the smiling Taoist, the disapproving scholars, and the women who liked the young Taoist, and suddenly fell silent.

Say it, so what, it will only make people disgusted.

The Taoist will complain that he came to disrupt the stage, and the women in Fireworks Lane will also love their houses and blacks, which will bring disaster to the fish in the pond. They can't do business in Fireworks Alley these days.

Some scholars would hate him for breaking the beauty in their hearts, and of course some would directly ignore Chen Changsheng.

Real dragons don't talk to ants, no matter how reasonable Chen Changsheng's words are, he is just a pariah without father and mother.

Talking is not about whether there is reason, but about being soft-spoken.

"No……"

Chen Changsheng shook his head, ready to leave with the firewood on the ground, and sell two more loads of firewood while he had time.

"Then are you wrong?" The young Taoist still had a smile on his face, walked up to the young man, and met Chen Changsheng's clear eyes, which darkened, deep and simple, as if he wanted to read people's hearts.

Chen Changsheng's heart trembled, he hesitated to speak, but voices came from his ears.

"Stinky woodcutter, get out!"

"Don't delay our listening."

"Untouchable."

"Another unknown ant."

"This Taoist is a bit interesting."

"Little Changsheng hurry up and apologize."

"Let's go quickly, your sister will buy a few catties of firewood."

……

Ruowuwu's voice hovered over the heart lake, pressing down like bricks, trying to bend the young man's spine and make the thin figure bow his head.

"am I wrong?!"

Chen Changsheng felt he couldn't breathe. The blue sky was full of bright sun, and the shadows of the spectators around him grew longer and longer, gathering together like a black curtain, enveloping the young man.

As long as he admits his mistake, he can escape and leave this awkward place.

"I'm wrong……"

Chen Changsheng gritted his teeth and lowered his head heavily, not wanting others to see his red pupils.

"you are right."

Shen Gongbao walked up to Xu Laodao's begging voice, walked behind Chen Changsheng, and slightly supported it, the boy's waist that should have been bent straightened up immediately, as if some kind of power had been injected into it.

"That's right." One thought in Chen Changsheng's mind overwhelmed the other, and he said loudly, "I'm not wrong!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, they never thought that such a disciple from a poor family, with a voice like a bell, could refute so loudly.

Who gave him strength and who gave him confidence.

Chen Changsheng turned around to look, and then said pleasantly, "Daoist Xu, you're back."

"You're right." Shen Gongbao nodded, looked at the young man's clear eyes, and smiled slightly: "Wrong is wrong, and right is right."

"You can falter, but your heart is boundless. No matter what happens to you in the future, I hope you will remember one sentence."

"There is no black and white in the world, but there is black and white in people's hearts."

"Pindao feels that even if we can't change the world through practice, we shouldn't be changed by the world."

"How does this fellow Taoist feel?"

The young Taoist laughed and said, "It makes sense, it makes sense."

Shen Gongbao then looked at Chen Changsheng, beckoning him to speak.

Chen Changsheng nodded solemnly, looked at the young Taoist and said, "I don't think the numbers can be wrong, just like a person can eat one bowl of rice, but if he eats two or three bowls of rice, he will be full, and after seven or eight bowls, he will be full. "

The young Taoist looked dignified, as if he had listened to the teaching of a sage. The Buddha drank his stick and clapped his palms and said, "That's right, that's right, it really makes sense."

"But it's none of my business."

"what……"

The crowd who were about to watch the play were stunned, why didn't this Taoist play cards according to the routine.

"Um?!"

Chen Changsheng was also a little confused, unable to understand what the young Taoist meant.

"Scholar's question, scholar's right and wrong, strange skills and ingenuity, the right way, let the Confucian sages and gentlemen worry about the number problem."

The young Taoist laughed, as if he was laughing at something, he spread his hands and said, "It's none of my business as a Taoist, I don't need to worry about it."

"The children and grandchildren are blessed by the children and grandchildren, and I enjoy the blessings without children and grandchildren."

"Namo Amitabha, good, good, the Buddha must agree with my words."

Shen Gongbao clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that the Taoist priest has no apprentices and no troubles."

The young Taoist was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "There was one originally, but I don't know which bastard got rid of it."

"This fellow Taoist, you say that this bastard is not bad."

"Sometimes there must be something in destiny, and there is always time in destiny. Don't force it." Shen Gongbao shook his head, and led Chen Changsheng outside.

But the young Taoist followed up, ignoring the voices of the little girls in Firework Lane to stay, looked around Shen Gongbao, and then looked again, puzzled, and asked, "What is the name of this fellow Taoist?"

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "Xu Taiding."

"Real name?" The young Taoist frowned.

Chen Changsheng testified aloud: "When I was young, Daoist Xu was named after that. Do you have anything to do with us, Daoist Lu Zhe?"

The handsome young Taoist Lu Zhe smiled: "Boy, have you forgotten that I still owe you a fortune teller?"

Chen Changsheng was taken aback for a moment, and asked a little nervously, "Daoist Lu, you are not the kind of Jindan real person who plays games in the world, Yuanying Zhenjun, are you?"

"What are you thinking, brat?" Taoist Lu Zhe said helplessly, "A poor Taoist is not as powerful as a true gentleman."

"It's just a little bit of life counting. Instead of guessing that the poor is a master, it's better to guess that this Daoist Xu may be a Jindan real person, an old fairy playing in the world of mortals."

"Immortal?" A passing town resident sneered, pointed at Shen Gongbao and said, "Only him, Xu Taiding, I have never seen an immortal fainting at the door on New Year's Eve."

Taoist Lu Zhe shook his head and said, "A real person doesn't reveal his face, and an exposed face is not a real person."

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath and said, "Daoist Lu, Daoist Xu really doesn't know how to call wind and rain, please go back."

Taoist Lu Zhe shook his head vigorously.

"Pindao is just a poor Taoist priest, who wants money but no money, and no one who wants people." Shen Gongbao said with a sigh: "However, Daoist Lu is unpredictable. I don't know who is sacred?"

Taoist Lu Zhe bowed his head and said with a laugh: "It's easy to say, easy to say, the poor road is originally a mountain traveler, and there is an old house on the south side of the stone bridge."

"Is there an old house on the south side of the stone bridge?" Chen Changsheng's eyes froze for a moment, and he couldn't help asking, "It's the stone bridge where the Dragon-Starling Sword is hung, on the other side of Shuize Road."

Taoist Lu Zhe smiled slightly, nodded and said, "That's right, that's right. Speaking of which, Pindao spent some time in Zhuxian Town in the early years, and now he's revisiting his old place."

"Actually, we are fellow villagers."

Chen Changsheng suddenly realized, and then smiled and said something in Zhuxian Town dialect.

Taoist Lu Zhe looked confused, and couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

Chen Changsheng said shyly, "It's just a greeting from the small town."

Shen Gongbao shook his head and smiled when he saw this, Taoist Lu Zhe didn't understand it, but he understood it. This is a slang term used by people in small towns, and non-locals can't understand it at all.

This kid is not stupid.

At this moment, Xu Taiding's voice rang in Shen Gongbao's ears.

"Really, I have never seen this Taoist Lu Zhe before my death."

If Chen Changsheng didn't know Taoist Lu Zhe, it would be reasonable, after all, Chen Changsheng was only 16 years old, and Taoist Lu Zhe said that he came here 16 years ago, so he could confuse him.

However, Xu Taiding is an old man who has lived in Zhuxian Town for seven or eighty years, if he didn't know Taoist Lu Zhe.

How many years ago did this guy come here?

"100 years? 500 years...or 5000 years ago?"

"Gold-winged roc bird kills red-bearded dragon."

Shen Gongbao suddenly laughed, looking at the winding and circling roads of the town, like a water snake, branching out into several lines along the main trunk, namely Fulu Lane, Firework Lane, Houde Lane, Luoye Lane, and a Tianxiang Street.

As the name suggests, Fulu Lane is home to dignitaries and country gentry.

In Houde Lane, most of the families are well-to-do, and there are even many scholars from poor families.

Chen Changsheng lived in Luoye Lane, in a dilapidated, clean courtyard house.

After leaving the alley, at the end of Tianxiang Street, there is a river with a stone bridge on it.

That is to say, the old site mentioned by Taoist Lu Zha.

Watching Chen Changsheng return home, the two Taoists walked along the water bridge, chatting casually.

Taoist Lu Zhe climbed up and looked far away, looked at the red mountain, and said with a smile: "One whale falls and all things are born, let alone a real dragon."

"Over the past 5000 years, Zhuxian Town has produced countless dignitaries and immortal seeds."

"It's like leeks, one crop after another."

"Fellow daoist, if you don't choose the Daoist, how can you fall in love with a poor boy with bad aptitude, no luck, and no blessings?"

Shen Gongbao smiled lightly: "This place is called Zhuxian Town, not Zhenlong Town."

(End of this chapter)