Chapter 807 Langxian Town, Dr. Xin
The town is called Langxian Town. There are about seventy households in total. The traffic is blocked, there are not many outsiders, and there are many empty houses on the street. Xin Zhuo spent five taels of silver on one Year, rented a street store.
There was only an old chair, a broken bed and a desk from an unknown age that was about to fall apart. The landlord saw that he was "poor" and sent a broken pot and two broken bowl.
I bought a shabby gray cloth robe from the only clothing store in the town, and bought some iron sheets from the blacksmith shop to repair the tables and chairs. After cleaning, I sat on the bed in a daze.
At dusk, the occasional coughing sound next door disturbed his thoughts. When he walked out the door, he saw what seemed to be a clay figurine shop next door.
In front of the shop, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on the ground and made a clay figurine. With a light wrist, he could shape a small figure in just a few strokes.
Xin Zhuo walked over and watched silently.
The middle-aged man smiled and asked: "Where are you from?"
Xin Zhuo said: "A far away place."
The middle-aged man said: "I will live here in the future. "Down?"
Xin Zhuo nodded.
The middle-aged man asked again: "What do you call me?"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, brother...
"My surname is Xin."
"This surname is not common." The middle-aged man said: "My name is Lao Tie. We are all neighbors. Let me talk if I have anything to say."
Lao Tie...
What a name.
Xin Zhuo said: "Thank you."
"No thanks!"
Lao Tie stopped talking and concentrated on picking up the clay figurine. He used the ten fingers of both hands together and lightly picked up the clay figurine. The facial features appear very three-dimensional.
Xin Zhuo watched for a full hour until it got dark and returned to the house.
There were no lights in the room, and it was pitch black. Xiao Huang ran out to wander around. He continued to be in a daze for a while, trying to use his mind. There was more dirt in his body, and his progress was very slow.
The first of the five declines of heaven and man, I don’t know when it will pass.
Lying down, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He suddenly stood up, took out a spoonful of water from the water tank, made a pile of mud, and imitated the old man next door in making a clay figurine.
The first one is different.
The second one is specious.
Up to the tenth, it barely looks like a humanoid.
He found that pinching this thing made him feel peaceful and help him pass the time.
After a sleepless night, at dawn, there were three clay figures on the table...
The fluttering Zhao Yizhu, the charming Xue Ji, and a short-haired middle-aged woman who is completely different from the people of this world.
That was his mother in his previous life.
He doesn’t know who to think about, or who else is worthy of his thoughts. It seems... there are only these three, right? Maybe we should add Jiang Yuwei...
Looking silently at the three three-quarter clay figurines on the table, he suddenly felt as happy as a child, with a "clean" smile that he had never seen before on his face.
Then he hugged the three clay figures and lay down, especially looking at the middle-aged woman with short hair, and murmured: "Mom, I miss you so much right now. It's so lonely here. The gods and humans are in decline. It hurts..."
Fell asleep.
At noon, he was awakened by the noise outside the door. He got up and walked to the door. He saw a group of people on the street surrounding an old man with white hair and vicissitudes of life. The old man's lips were white and he was terminally ill. He was dying. , someone said anxiously: "Go to the next town to see Doctor Wang, bring more money, hurry!"
A group of men and women anxiously lifted up the old man and ran straight into the distance.
Xin Zhuo raised his hand and put it down again.
Birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings. If you practice Buddhist techniques, how can you use your cultivation to interfere with ordinary people?
He walked back to the house, and Xiao Huang wandered back from nowhere. He was so big and round after eating that he took back a wild boar leg with a proud face. Xin Zhuo washed the pig legs, cooked them in a big pot, and ate some of them as he pleased.
In the afternoon, there was a cry in the distance. The old man was dead. Even though he went to see a doctor in the next town, he still didn't last an hour.
The whole street was filled with cries and everyone wore mourning.
Xin Zhuo stood in front of the door and stared for a long time, then disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, it was almost dusk, and he poured out half a house of herbs and bamboo from the "moon-watching bag".
Then he took Xiao Huang to collect water from the well, wash the herbs, and weave bamboo strips into frames to dry.
While he was busy working, a sneaky little boy wearing only shorts came up to him: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "Drying herbs."
"Herbal medicine?" The little boy didn't understand, and said with a grin: "I know you, you are the flower that was on the roadside at dusk the day before yesterday."
"I know you too."
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Xin Zhuo patted his little head: "You are the little guy on the donkey cart."
The little boy shrank his neck: "Uncle, you have such a good memory. My name is Agou, why are you here?" We live in the town.” Do you know martial arts?"
Stand up and gesture: "The kind that flies into the sky in a swish"
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Why do you ask?"
Agou's face was full of longing, and he said: "I heard that people outside are good at martial arts. They can fly in the sky and blow up a building with one punch. Dashan, Master Ting was scared when he saw it. "
There are no warriors in this town, not even the lowest level of the ninth level of acquired heaven.
Xin Zhuo was startled.
The things he has come into contact with in the past few years are all the sect forces of higher and lower levels. They are in an environment where warriors gather together, but he does not know that there are more mortals in the world who do not know martial arts, just simple second-ninth-grade people. The Heart Technique is also a rare book. Could you please ask the seniors to open your pulse? Even more extravagant.
Daqian wanted to unify the world and control billions of people, so why not regulate the order of heaven and earth, restrict the warriors, and give mortals a way to survive?
He smiled and said: "Maybe."
Agou became interested, squatted aside and said: "Uncle, are you the kind of master mentioned in the opera? Hidden away from the world and fly away with a flying sword another day?"
Xin Zhuo said: " Frankly speaking, I am, I didn’t even need to step on the flying sword, and it was in the sky in a swish.”
Agou lost interest in an instant, stood up and left sadly: “You are not, the master will not admit it. It’s from a master, you are so old and you smell so bad.”
Xin Zhuo laughed and continued to weave the bamboo strip frame.
One month is fleeting.
The front of Xin Zhuo's shop is filled with dried herbs, and there are also some clay pots made from clay pots, with hand-rolled pills inside.
That’s right! He directly used [xxxx medical skills] to understand pharmacology, and simply made pills without using any force, medical skills, or exposure to martial arts. This was his insistence on transcending the five degenerations of heaven and man and practicing Buddhist secrets.
People in the town were a little wary of him at first, but were gradually attracted by his honest but "strange" behavior. People came to watch every day, especially the little boy Agou and the old man next door. Tie, I come here every day to chat.
However, no one bought the pills hand-rolled by "Uncle Xin". This thing seemed unreliable.
Xin Zhuo didn't care and continued to take pills every day.
On this day, Agou just took a can of cold pills and ran over with a runny nose and a flushed face. He sat down on the ground and said in frustration: " Uncle, I'm going to die, I have to It's cold. My parents just run a grocery store and don't make any money. They go to the next town to see the doctor asking for our family's harvest for a year..."
"If you can't die, open your mouth." Xin Zhuo picked up one at will. Pills, thrown into his mouth.
Agou swallowed it with a "gudong" sound, his little face wrinkled in pain, and he ran out.
After a while, Agou's parents, a couple in their thirties who they met on the road a few days ago, came over. Their chests were rising and falling, their eyes changed slightly, and they carefully took out a few copper coins: "Thank you, Brother Xin."
"Agou is ready?"
Xin Zhuo pushed the copper coin back. This thing was of no use to him.
Agou's father was full of respect: "Okay, you are alive and kicking. Now I will go to the river to touch shrimps and prepare to bring them to you. I didn't expect that the elder brother... is actually a real person. From now on, our town will I also have my own doctor.”
The word “doctor” seems to be very sensitive. The old man next door and the neighbors on the street gathered around him with excitement, suspicion, and scrutiny.
(End of this chapter)