When Sun Simiao was invited to diagnose and treat Princess Qinghe, it was natural that she should be managed and transported.
On the way back, only Fang Jun accompanied Sun Simiao in the car.
The carriage was very wide, and although it was not a four-wheeled carriage produced by Fang's workshop, it was stable enough. Fang Jun poured the tea from the teapot into the cup on the table, and it was stable without spilling a drop.
Sun Simiao reached out to pick up the cup, took a sip of tea, raised his white eyebrows, and said with a smile: "You, although it is useless to say that people are not romantic, but the essence is the foundation of the human body, and it must be controlled. Buddhism says, '
"The pink skull' is enough to knock the bones and suck out the marrow. You think it's just talk? Wives and concubines are harmonious and beautiful. Even if they are clothed in commoner clothes and have hairpins, they are peaceful and joyful. How can they be so happy when they are like clouds but instead they are scheming and scheming?"
Fang Jun blinked, a little embarrassed.
"Well, I'm afraid the Taoist Master has some misunderstanding... This matter was not my idea. It was actually Princess Jinyang who came before me. I can't shirk it. I can't bear to see her become a victim of politics at such a young age. I feel pity for her."
, there is absolutely no dirty thought.”
Sun Simiao smiled indifferently and said leisurely: "In the world of mortals, we are bound by fame and fortune. How can we escape from this turmoil? We can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime. Erlang can take care of Princess Jinyang this time, can he still do it?"
To take care of her throughout her life? Her destiny is determined by God, and her destiny cannot be controlled by oneself. Just let everything take its course. Too much persistence will not only not help the matter, but will only cause trouble, which is unnecessary."
Fang Jun was silent.
He has been an atheist since he was a child and firmly believes that "man can conquer nature", but his belief back then is now in tatters.
Perhaps destiny is not destined by God, but it is definitely not in everyone's own hands. In the surging river of destiny, everyone is just a boat, and can only float up and down with the waves, and may be capsized in an instant.
, but it is impossible to cross the waves and reach the other shore.
You may not believe in fate, but sometimes, you have to bow to fate.
Princess Jinyang was born in the royal family, enjoying wealth and glory, and being respected by the world, so she must bear the backlash caused by it. There is no free lunch in the world. Whatever you gain, you will lose accordingly. This is fate, this is the universe.
Perfect.
As Sun Simiao said, if he can take care of Princess Jinyang this time, can he still take care of her for the rest of his life?
One day, that little girl who was once so charming and naive will once again become a victim of politics and be put on the shelf for trading.
Copy the happiness of Princess Gaoyang and yourself?
Haha, it’s not because I traveled through time, but this marriage is a complete tragedy...
Seeing that Fang Jun was a little dull, Sun Simiao laughed dumbly. After all, he was still young. He worried about gains and losses, but he had not yet realized that life is about weighing choices and trades. Hesitating between gains and losses. How can he defeat God's will despite all the calculations?
I have no regrets in admiring you, and I have no regrets in this life.
"The old Taoist has never lied in his life. This time he broke the rule for Erlang. I wonder how Erlang plans to repay me?"
Fang Jun turned around and grinned.
This old Taoist is not a good person. He said it so seriously, and he obviously had a big intention...
"A gentleman shows kindness without expecting repayment. If I keep mentioning repayment, wouldn't it be a stain on the reputation of the Taoist priest? What's more, in the Taoist temple before, the Taoist priest once said that I have been a close friend for many years. I am really grateful and moved to tears.
My eyes are full. Don’t worry, Taoist Priest. In order to maintain this friendship, I will never say a word of repayment, so that Taoist Taoist’s heart will not be stained and his practice will be damaged.”
Sun Simiao's eyelids twitched and he said: "Taoism is natural. The old Taoist has practiced Taoism all his life. He has never done it deliberately and just let it happen. In those days, he had a taste of wine and sex, and his anger was not cut off. His reputation and interests were not abandoned with disdain.
At a glance, people live in this world, with grudges and grudges coming and going, isn't it a joy?"
Fang Jun said: "The most important thing in making friends is knowing one's heart. We should also stay away from external things such as fame and fortune, otherwise it will tarnish the friendship, which is not beautiful. Lend a helping hand in times of crisis to make this friendship last forever.
Going through fire and water, this is a legend in the world."
"hehe……"
Sun Simiao sneered: "Want to cheat?"
Fang Jun spread his hands and said: "I think that since the Taoist priest is upright and compassionate, he will definitely not refuse the job of helping others. How could he ever tempt him with benefits?"
Sun Simiao stroked his beard, but he was not angry, and said quietly: "The old Taoist has spent his whole life practicing Taoism, and has never seen the path to becoming an immortal. Instead, he has gained some understanding of medical skills. The world calls me a 'miracle doctor', and I am not worthy of it. But I can treat chronic diseases."
It’s not hard for me. Although Princess Jinyang’s illness is serious, if you go back and look through medical books and think more about it, you may be able to come up with a prescription that will cure the illness..."
Fang Jun stared, pondered for a moment, and said with emotion: "The Taoist priest is righteous, and I take action this time. I am in charge of this. Recently, the navy hunted a whale from the East China Sea and obtained a piece of ambergris weighing fifty kilograms.
It’s priceless, so give it to the Taoist Priest.”
Mother!
Is there any "immortal" charm in this old Taoist?
After practicing Taoism for a lifetime, I learned how to rip off...
When Sun Simiao heard about the fifty kilograms of ambergris, he was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard. However, more than a hundred years of Taoism were not in vain. He quickly calmed down and seemed to be disapproving. He drooped his eyelids and shook his head slightly.
Fang Jun was furious. Isn't this satisfactory?
There was no choice but to bleed profusely: "This time in Mobei, I accidentally got a few Rhodiola rosea plants. I have sent people to guard them day and night. When they mature in autumn, they will be picked... and given to the Taoist priest."
"hiss……"
Sun Simiao finally lost his composure, accidentally pulled off a few strands of his beard, and exclaimed: "Seriously?"
Rhodiola rosea has always been regarded as a "miraculous medicine". It grows on the top of bitter and cold mountains. It is extremely rare. Taking it for a long time can help the spirit and immortality. Its effect is even greater than that of ginseng. Although its rarity is not as good as ambergris, it has medicinal uses.
Value cannot be calculated based on facts.
Fang Jun's heart bleeds: "It's absolutely true! It's just... Taoist priest, do you think this will work? After picking this thing, we will transport it to Chang'an and cultivate it in the Zhongnan Mountains. When it matures next year, Taoist priest can take it."
How about using it?"
Sun Simiao thought for a while and thought that Fang Jun had profound knowledge in plant cultivation. If he transplanted it to the south of the Yangtze River and the Lingnan flowers and fruit trees, he could survive in Guanzhong. This Rhodiola rosea was hard-won. If he could successfully cultivate it in his hands, it would be possible in the future.
Planting at will has greater meaning, so he nodded happily: "Good!"
After being blackmailed, Fang Jun felt dissatisfied and snorted: "It's a great talent, but it's a pity that I entered the Taoist sect. If I practiced Tao Zhu's technique, how could I get the title of 'God of Wealth'?"
?I’m afraid that Lu Buwei, Deng Tong and their ilk will also be willing to accept the disadvantage.”
He was not angry in his heart, but Sun Simiao, who had been blackmailed, was smiling. He was not angry in the face of Fang Jun's cynicism, and said with a smile: "Friends are valued because they know each other. You came to seek help from an old man, even if you are trying to deceive the king."
I don’t mind, but has the old Taoist ever said a word of refusal? What’s more, if you have a friend who has a good relationship with you, if you have some good things, give some to the old Taoist, and use them to cure illnesses and save people. This is cultivating your yin virtues, and everyone will be happy. Isn’t it wonderful?”
The old man and the young man were bickering, but they were harmonious and happy.
When they arrived at the Zhongnan Mountain Taoist Temple, Sun Simiao invited Fang Jun inside to drink tea: "Taoist Yuan is a scholar of heaven and man, especially good at the art of fortune-telling and Feng Shui. A chat with him can also increase his knowledge and benefit him. This opportunity is not for human beings."
Everyone has it.”
How did he know that Fang Jun felt guilty when he saw Yuan Tiangang?
Fang Jun declined politely: "The academy is full of busy work, but we can't leave it for a moment. If you have the opportunity in the future, I'll ask Taoist Yuan for advice."
Sun Simiao followed Shan Ruliu, waved his hand, and went straight into the Taoist temple.
In the side room, the overturned table has been removed, the broken tea set has been replaced, and the little Taoist priest is kneeling in front of the table to boil water and make tea.
Yuan Tiangang sat down on the side of the table, raised his eyes to look at Sun Simiao who walked in, and asked: "That kid is not particular about asking people to diagnose a disease, but he doesn't care about him?"
Sun Simiao sat opposite him, stroked his beard and said curiously: "Of course I sent him back, but when the boy arrived at the door, he refused to come in. It should be said that you met for the first time and had no suspicion at all. Why did you make such an unpleasant scene? It seems that
Like an enemy?"
"Hmph!"
Yuan Tiangang took a sip of tea, put the tea cup heavily on the table, and said angrily: "That guy is just a stick! Li Chunfeng once said that he has a different face, so the old man can give him a few pointers to avoid him.
Fierce, what’s the result? The old Taoist just mentioned it, but the guy grabbed it and scolded the old Taoist priest Mi Chong... It’s simply unreasonable!”
Sun Simiao smiled bitterly.
This old friend is called a "god" by the world. His cultivation is indeed profound and he doesn't think twice about others. However, his straightforward temperament is also a headache.
He was often confused as to how such a temperament of joy and anger could lead to such cultivation.
In other words, if Yuan Tiangang could cultivate his temper to the point where his mind is as calm as water and calm, could he already have a glimpse of the supreme way of heaven and be able to soar and become an immortal anytime and anywhere?