Chapter 228: Eating bamboo chicken may cause Pinellia poisoning
There are hundreds of rivers and mountains in Guanzhong, but when it comes to scenery, Zhongnan Mountain is the best. And Zhongnan Mountain has thousands of peaks and valleys, towering green terraces, and various scenery, and the tower viewing platform at the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain is the best.
It is said that Yin Xi, the great sage who once intercepted Lao Tzu at Hangu Pass and asked Lao Tzu to leave five thousand inscriptions in calligraphy, once built a building here to watch the stars, breath, and meditate on the truth, so this place later became
It's called "Lou Guan".
In the third year of Wude, the current saint Li Yuan gave great support to the Tang Dynasty because of Qi Pingding, the master of Louguan Taoism. In addition, the other party's ancestor was the only direct disciple of Lao Jun. He and he, the descendants of Lao Jun, were all one family.
, so an edict was issued to rename the tower as "Zongsheng Palace", which roughly means "Zongshu Ancestor Sage Laozi".
Since then, the incense in Zongsheng Palace has become very prosperous, and many people can be seen burning incense every day...
"Langjun, Langjun..."
Suddenly, a woman's panicked cry came from the mountain road not far from Louguan Road.
"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me, Mr. Lang!"
Following the shouting, you can see a man in silk clothes leaning on the side of the mountain road. His face is pale and motionless, as if he is dead.
A young lady in Tsing Yi was squatting next to him with a frightened look on her face, shaking him gently with her hands.
"Lang Jun, wake up quickly, Lang Jun!"
After pushing a few times, she found that her husband had no response, so the young lady shouted in panic.
"Help, is there anyone nearby? Help..."
Because the mountain road the two of them were on was the only way to go to Louguan Road from Chang'an to offer incense, and there were many pilgrims, so enthusiastic people soon helped the young lady move his husband from the mountain road to a place near the foot of the mountain.
In a pavilion.
"This gentleman's situation is not good,"
A pilgrim in cloth with a solemn expression withdrew his hand from the man in silk clothes' nose and shook his head.
"My breathing has become faint now, I'm afraid..."
The little lady, who was already at a loss, became even more at a loss when she heard what the pilgrim said. She didn't know what to do. She could only throw herself on her husband and cry bitterly.
"Lang Jun, why did you go like that?"
"Don't be crazy about this."
Another pilgrim said next to him.
"The Zongsheng Palace is above. Otherwise, little lady, why don't you go find the Taoist men from Louguan Taoism and see if they can do anything?"
As soon as this sentence was said, the little lady was immediately reminded.
"Yes, the Nu family can also ask the Taoist priest from Louguan Taoism to come and have a look..."
After saying that, the young lady immediately stood up, and without even bothering to ask these pilgrims to take care of her husband temporarily, she ran up the mountain road in the direction of Louguan Road.
After running on the mountain path for a while, she saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard walking down the mountain path carrying a bamboo basket.
I saw that this old Taoist priest had a kind face and kind eyes. Although his beard and hair were as white as snow, his face was as rosy as a baby's. There weren't even many wrinkles on his face. At first glance, he looked like the kind of Taoist priest he was.
"Old fairy..."
After seeing this old Taoist, the young lady seemed to have found a backbone. She immediately rushed up, grabbed the old Taoist's sleeves, and dragged him down the mountain.
"Please save the husband of the slave family!"
"The husband who saved you?"
Although the old Taoist priest looked confused, he still looked down at the little lady gently and comforted her.
"Lady, don't be anxious, speak slowly..."
"Can't be slow, old god!"
The little lady said while dragging the old man down the mountain anxiously.
"If we are slow, people will be gone."
"..."
By the time the old Taoist priest was dragged to the front of the pavilion, he already roughly understood what happened.
"Okay, let the veteran take a look..."
The old Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the man in silk clothes. He reached out and opened the man's eyelids. After looking at it, he pinched his lips and looked inside. Then he put the bag in the man's eyelid.
My pulse was checked on my wrist for a while.
"This is not a disease..."
The old Taoist priest retracted his hand and said with great certainty.
"He must have food poisoning. Has this husband eaten anything strange in the past two or three days?"
"No……"
The young lady shook her head and answered without hesitation.
"My husband usually stays at home, but I forced him to come to burn incense this time. He has never eaten outside."
The old Taoist priest nodded and asked again.
"Then what did he eat at home these two days?"
"What he ate..."
The young lady thought about it for a moment before answering.
"...It should be bamboo chicken. My husband likes to eat bamboo chicken. He buys a lot of bamboo chicken every month."
"Understood!"
The old Taoist priest nodded and stood up.
“Bamboo chicken loves to eat pinellia, so it must be due to pinellia poisoning…”
As he spoke, he rummaged through his backpack and found two pieces of ginger, a bowl and a mallet. He started squeezing and grinding, and soon produced some ginger juice.
"Here, you guys help me open his mouth."
Then, the old Taoist priest poured the ginger juice he squeezed out into the man.
"He should be able to wake up this way..."
After hearing what the old Taoist priest said, these pilgrims looked at each other and looked at the old Taoist priest with doubtful eyes.
They couldn't believe that this man who looked like he was breathing more than a dead man could be cured by drinking some ginger juice.
Finally, someone asked tentatively.
"Taoist Priest, are you telling the truth?"
"certainly!"
Before the old man could speak, an affirmative answer came from outside the pavilion.
"As long as Master Sun says this person can wake up, he will definitely wake up."
Hearing the voice, the pilgrims turned their heads and saw a young Taoist priest wearing a white robe standing outside the pavilion, smiling politely at them.
After seeing the smile of this young Taoist priest, all the pilgrims present were stunned.
I don't know if it was their hallucination, but they always felt that this young Taoist priest was standing there with a slight smile, and his body seemed to be emitting light, as if he was a god descending to earth.
"Look..."
The Taoist priest in white pointed towards the pavilion with his hand, and the pilgrims subconsciously followed his finger and looked over, just in time to see the man who had been poured ginger juice suddenly cough and open his eyes.
"Mr. Lang!"
After seeing the man in silk clothes waking up, the young lady burst into tears of joy and rushed up to hug him.
"You finally woke up, Lang Jun!"
In an instant, these whispering pilgrims fell silent.
This man, who seemed to have stepped half of his foot into the road of hell, was actually saved by the old Taoist priest with ginger juice.
In their surprised eyes, the Taoist priest in white floated in and bowed to the old Taoist priest in the middle of the pavilion.
"A late scholar, a latecomer in the Qing Dynasty, a humble observer, pay my respects to Master Sun!"
"Qingwei?"
The old Taoist priest tilted his head cutely, as if he was thinking for a moment, and then looked up and down at the Taoist priest in white.
"I've heard of your name before. Your reputation in Chang'an is quite high now!"
"It's just some rumors and rumors."
The Taoist priest in white replied very sincerely.
"How dare you compare with Zhenren Sun..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Before the Taoist priest in white finished speaking, he heard the man in silk clothes being held by his wife cough violently, making the young lady who was just happy that her husband was alive again bewildered.
"Lang Jun, how are you? What's wrong with you..."
"Uh! This lady..."
The Taoist priest in white blinked silently and said with an unbearable expression.
"Pindao feels that you are strangling his neck too tightly. Please relax and relax your hands. Yes, that's it..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Half a minute later, the green-faced man leaned weakly against the pillar of the pavilion, touched his neck with his hand, and nodded gratefully to the two Taoist priests present.
"Thank you to the two Taoist priests for saving my life."
"No need!"
The old Taoist priest replied kindly.
"It's just that the old man didn't bring much fresh ginger, so your poison hasn't been completely removed. You can squeeze some ginger juice and drink it after you get home. Once you feel a little dry in your abdomen, you can stop."
"yes!"
The man nodded.
"I remember..."
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
The Taoist priest in white next to him raised the fly whisk in his hand and smiled slightly at the man.
"You are lucky today, so let me have some luck!"
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of bright green potion from his sleeve, unscrewed the cap, and gently tipped it sideways.
A drop of emerald-like liquid dripped from the bottle.
The white-clothed Taoist priest flicked his fingers, and the drop of green liquid made a turn in the air and plunged into the mouth of the silk-clad man with great accuracy.
Then the pilgrims present saw that the blue-white color on the face of the man in silk clothes turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a few breaths, the man in silk clothes became no different from an ordinary person.
"Huhu..."
The man in silk clothes opened his mouth, took two strong breaths, then got up from the ground and jumped twice.
"I...I'm fine!"
After seeing this miracle-like thing, these pilgrims were all surprised and opened their mouths wide. Even the old Taoist priest had a look of curiosity on his face.
"What kind of medicine is this..."
"I remember, I remember,"
A woman carrying a basket of incense and candles suddenly slapped her head with her hand, pointed at the Taoist priest in white and said excitedly.
"You are the little fairy Qingwei in the Qingdu Temple where Laojun showed his sage..."
After hearing what this woman said, the other pilgrims also reacted one by one.
"It turns out it was him..."
"It is said that the magical power of the tiny immortals of Qing Dynasty is boundless, and they can subdue dragons and tigers..."
"He once killed a giant python that was about to become a dragon..."
"No, I heard it was a dragon..."
"..."
The next moment, the woman who recognized Kong Qing took an excited step forward, knelt on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed to him.
"Little fairy, my family still has no children. Please give me a child!"
As she said that, she actually glanced at Kong Qing shyly.
"It's best for the child to be as handsome as you, the little god."
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth, a Taoist priest in white, twitched.
This lady, Pindao is a decent person. Pindao really cannot agree to your request!
After being reminded by this woman, the remaining pilgrims suddenly understood, and then they fell to their knees.
"Little fairy, the slave family is also here to ask for a son..."
"Little fairy, please bless so-and-so's family good health..."
"Little fairy, please bless so-and-so's business smoothly..."
"..."
Kong Qing's mouth twitched again and he smiled apologetically at the old Taoist priest.
"I'm sorry, Master Sun, could you please lend me a moment to speak..."
"The old Taoist doesn't care."
The old Taoist priest pointed around, looking like he was watching something good.
"But I think they might disagree..."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you agree with Master Sun."
Kong Qing smiled, then stretched out his hand to support the old Taoist priest, shaking his sleeves...
call!
A strong gust of wind rose from the ground, blowing the people present so hard that they could not open their eyes.
After the strong wind subsided, these people opened their eyes and found that the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, standing in the pavilion had disappeared without a trace.