225 people cooperate, longevity medicine is next to each other

Mengcheng said: "You are indeed suitable for business. It's a pity that you missed the time, otherwise you will definitely become a wealthy businessman."

The pharmacist nodded and rubbed his hands, "It's true that heroes have similar opinions, but I think it's never too late to start doing something you like, not to mention that you don't need to prepare for business. Although I can't become a pharmacist with superb medical skills, I can work hard to do it.

As the one who is the best at business among the pharmacists, I think it shouldn’t be difficult.”

Meng Cheng nodded, "That makes sense."

The pharmacist laughed and continued: "What I just said was a bit far. Let me go back to the changes in Wanzhu Island. Back to the subject, just because the old miracle doctor didn't like noisy, Wanzhu Island was taken over by him within a few years.

Although he never accepted any disciples, he was not stingy in asking for advice from others.

Many pharmacists, doctors, and doctors who came here to listen to his teachings and accept his suggestions have accumulated a lot of reputation among his colleagues. But don't think that he is just seeking fame. Although he bluntly said that I am not worthy of studying medicine, let me

I have been angry for many years, but I have to admit that,

He is truly a worldly master with high moral standards. He doesn't like pomp, crowding, giving gifts to curry favor, and he doesn't like to flatter others. If anyone does this to him, he will be kicked out of the island, and

He definitely doesn't treat people for money. Those patients who come here because of his reputation

He only treats difficult and complicated diseases, and refers all minor illnesses and injuries to doctors within a few miles. You may call him lazy, but he still spends a period of time every year treating the poor at low prices. If you say such a person, don't say that.

If you speak harshly to me, even scold me and hit me, how can I hate you?"

Meng Chengdao: "Good people do not respect national boundaries, only bad people distinguish each other. I, a foreigner, respect these people who do good things from the bottom of my heart."

The pharmacist continued: "It is said that good people do not live long, and disasters are left for thousands of years. After the old miracle doctor died for no reason, the Wanzhu Island was naturally passed to the hands of his grandson Yang Fan. I heard that he was a famous and handsome figure in the world, so he cut it off.

Muqiao bought some slaves and established a sect called Wanzhumen. Bamboo is naturally available on the island now, but there are also many things that were not available before."

Hearing Yang Fan's name, Meng Cheng felt a chill in his heart. He was afraid that he was someone with the same name. He kept asking, "Yang Fan? Have you seen him? What does he look like? Is he on the island?"

The pharmacist shook his head and said: "I saw him when I was young and became a disciple. He was really beautiful. But I haven't seen him since. He is not on the island, let alone seeing him again, so I don't know what he looks like now."

Mengcheng: "If no one is here, how can we start a sect?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "His wife is taking care of the island."

Mengcheng: "A woman takes care of it? How can it be done?"

The pharmacist joked: "I think whether it works or not has nothing to do with gender. People who can't do it can do it with a pill, and people who can do it can do it without a pill. Look at the finished medicines in this store. Most of them are from women.

With your hand, if you touch the dog-skin plaster on your head again, can you say it’s okay?”

Mengcheng then noticed that the sprained area was covered with dog skin plaster. Sure enough, it was spicy at first and then cooled down. Finally, it became comfortable. He nodded and said, "Okay!"

The pharmacist said: "Qingzhou is famous for Wanzhumen's medicines. Not only are they cheap and high-quality, but the quality is guaranteed. Most importantly, many of them are antidotes refined from poisonous valleys. Think about it, this is not what makes the knights of the world...

An extra life?"

Meng Cheng nodded and asked: "Since there are bamboos on the island, are there any willows?"

The pharmacist smiled and said: "I was lucky enough to go to the island to buy medicinal materials, so I took a brief walk around Wanzhu Island. There are willow trees on the island, all on the shore. The old miracle doctor was buried under the willow tree, and I paid special tribute to him.

Only then did I know that the old miracle doctor’s name was Yibushi.”

Mengcheng got the answer he wanted. After thinking for a while, he asked: "The last question, how to get to Wanzhu Island?"

The pharmacist said: "Here is Jiancheng. You first go southeast for a hundred miles. If you go all the way south, pass through the nine villages and thirteen villages, cross the river and enter the Bandit Mountain. If you pass three more towns, you will almost arrive. Which one should you go to?

You will know where the road is when you ask."

Mengcheng: "Thank you."

Pharmacist: "Are you satisfied with what I said? Are you sorry for these two pieces of silver?"

Mengcheng nodded, "It's worth the money!" He cupped his fists and said, "Goodbye."

The pharmacist put away the broken silver with a smile and said with a smile: "It's so easy to leave! Have a good trip!"

Mengcheng left the medicine shop and entered the coffin shop. The shopkeeper of the longevity shop looked at Mengcheng strangely. Mengcheng touched the dog-skin plaster on his head and said, "You don't recognize me after you put the dog-skin plaster on your head?"

The shopkeeper said: "That's not true. The makeup has been put on and the people have been put in. Take a look!"

Mengcheng stood in front of the coffin and looked at it carefully. Although the ebony was lifeless at this time, it was still majestic. Mengcheng respectfully placed the ebony umbrella next to him, "Cover it!" After saying this, he couldn't help but say.

Bend your knees slightly, kneel down slowly, and kowtow solemnly.

The shopkeeper personally held the hammer, sang a praise song to the nails, and hammered the nails in. The nails were also very particular, either driving them into the pile with nine strokes, or driving it into the pile with eighteen strokes, in short

It's "nine" that sets the hammer.

Mengcheng suddenly raised his voice, danced around the coffin, and sang ancient songs in Muchen dialect. Although he didn't know a word or a sentence, his voice was long and desolate, which made people remember their ancestors.

The two big men, one hammering and the other singing, seemed to cooperate tacitly for the first time. When Mengcheng finished singing, the shopkeeper also made the final decision.

The shopkeeper said: "Would you like to order a carriage for you?"

Meng Cheng shook his head and said: "No need, he carried us when he was alive, and it's my turn to carry him after death." After saying that, he squatted down and picked up the coffin and carried it directly. The shopkeeper was dumbfounded and marveled at the sight.

This gantry coffin is nine feet six long and four feet two wide. The coffin boards are more than half a foot thick. The whole thing weighs at least five hundred kilograms. Adding the corpse, it will be six to seven hundred kilograms. It is impossible to escape, but it can't be escaped.

He carried the city without blushing or out of breath, and walked firmly without any setbacks. Along the way, passers-by looked at him frequently and were secretly frightened. On the side of the street, a young girl covered her mouth and whispered in surprise.

What everyone does not know is that although Mengcheng was born into poverty, he was born with supernatural powers. When he was a child, he helped his parents herd cattle and had no playmates. He gradually became close to the cattle, horses and sheep, and chased and competed with them every day. One day, a young man in splendid clothes passed by the pasture.

, see Mengcheng catching cattle

When he competed with an ox, he felt strange, so he competed with him and lost to Mengcheng. From then on, the young man came to compete with him every now and then, and they became more and more friendly with him. He taught him writing and passed on his secrets, and later became the young man's favorite.

Jiang. No need to ask, the boy is naturally ebony.

Wumu valued Mengcheng's talent, simplicity and kindness, and hoped that he could become a general, so he cultivated him with great care. However, Mengcheng's Yumu could only concentrate on doing one thing well, so he had no choice but to take advantage of his strengths.

To overcome his shortcomings, Mengcheng was allowed to concentrate on practicing martial arts, and he was made a young general with a reputation but no subordinates. His job was to raise Suling, the horse with black wood, which is why Suling was close to him but not afraid of him.

Meng Cheng carried the coffin, and no one within a radius of twenty meters dared to approach it. He kept walking without resting. Not long after, he came to a secluded place, whistled, and a horse came out of the bushes. It was not a plain horse.

Who else could it be?

Meng Cheng said: "Does it mean you won't come out if I don't signal? Why are you hiding there? Are you rubbing against the mare?"

Su Ying snorted, and horse fluids splashed, catching Mengcheng off guard.

Mengcheng wiped his face with one hand and said with a silly smile: "Good job, the saliva of a dragon and horse is like nectar. Don't be angry. I was joking with you just now. If you are a dragon among horses, you are a mare if you can rub it against you."

Blessings gained through cultivation.”

Suying nodded and flicked his tongue.

Meng Cheng asked: "Did you throw him away?"

Suying rang several times, and I guess only Mengcheng understood its meaning.

Meng Chengdao: "That businessman is very eloquent and treacherous. He cut the price in half and mixed it with stones. He has a very bad conscience. Fortunately, I am not a good person either. I have worn your reins to a halt a long time ago. All you need to do is to collapse."

You can get rid of him and run back. I wonder if there is no restraint in Su Ying. Who in the world can catch him? Do you think so?"

Suying shook his head and screamed repeatedly.

Meng Chengdao: "Let's go! I asked about the location of Wanzhu Island. Let's go together. Having said that, I have almost spent the money on selling you this time. I think I will have to buy you again along the way."

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Suying raised his horse's hoof and stepped on it, venting his dissatisfaction.

Meng Chengdao: "Don't be angry. Isn't there no way to do this? Who said you are valuable? If you can, I would be happy for you to buy me and collect the money, but I am not as valuable as you..."

When Su Ying heard this, he was quite relieved. He stopped his temper and followed Meng Cheng.

One person, one horse and one coffin, gradually drifting away, strange and interesting.

The pharmacist behind saw Meng Cheng passing by carrying a coffin. He walked curiously to the street, stood in front of the store and watched him go until he disappeared. When he returned to the store, he muttered to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't give him expired bruises."

"As soon as he finished speaking, the shopkeeper of Shoudian walked in, slammed the latch on the door, and closed the door of his shop.

The pharmacist said curiously: "If your business is done today, you don't have to do it tomorrow. It's better to close the door than to open it. It's better to open a small door than to open the big door. It's better to shut up than to shout. It's better to cry than to laugh. But that's not the case for me. You close the shop."

Well, let alone making no money, the key point is that people may die. If you don’t want to do business, don’t harm me. Why are you imprisoning me too? It’s still early for me, let’s go drink later.”
Chapter completed!