When Gongziguo woke up, he found himself lying on a bed.
A medical practitioner carrying a medicine box was standing in front of him.
Medical cultivation is a great path passed down by the Holy Emperor of the human race, but practitioners are extremely rare.
Even in Qi State, they are rarely seen.
Because medical practitioners are monks who travel across the country and treat illnesses and save people as their practice.
To put it simply, for medical practice, the more patients you treat, the more difficult and complicated diseases you can cure, and the higher your cultivation level will be.
Medical cultivation is rare in the three realms. Monks who do not practice breathing and meditating, but practice by doing.
It is also extremely special.
However, the requirements for medical training are too stringent.
Very few people can endure the hardships of medical practice!
Medical practice is to treat illnesses and save people, but who has the most illnesses?
The answer is mortals.
Where can mortals find anything that can be used to provide medical treatment?
Therefore, medical training is generally difficult.
Just like the man in front of Gongziguo, he seemed to have a golden elixir cultivation level, but he only wore a simple cloth robe and wore vine-woven shoes that seemed to be some kind of elixir.
His face was haggard and he looked a little tired.
If you feel carefully, you will find that the Tao Yun around this monk is a little unstable, and he has obviously been seriously injured!
This is the destiny of a medical practitioner.
Walking barefoot on the earth, medicine and healing sentient beings, in the eyes of medical practitioners, monsters, humans, and aquatics are all patients, and they are all materials for their cultivation.
Naturally, it is inevitable to encounter various difficulties and obstacles. If you are not careful, you will die in the wilderness!
"Are you awake?" The medical cultivator looked at Gong Ziguo and said calmly: "You are so angry and restless. Fortunately, someone sent you here in time, otherwise even I wouldn't be able to save you!"
Gongziguo smiled miserably: "Thank you..."
He would rather die right then and there.
But Gongziguo knew that he could not die.
God will not let him die.
It didn't torture him enough, it didn't drive him crazy, it didn't make him watch everything he cherished shatter before his own eyes.
Heaven will not let him, a sinner, go!
He sat up and asked, "Do you know your surname?"
"My surname is Mo..." the medical practitioner replied.
"Mo?" Gongziguo frowned: "There was a branch of the royal family of the Song Dynasty that split off thousands of years ago...it is said that Mo was the surname..."
The medical practitioner nodded: "You actually know this!"
Gongziguo reached out and took out the incense copper to pay for the consultation and medicine.
At this time, a little boy jumped in from outside the door.
"Abba, Abba, Mr. Tao taught me how to learn abacus today!" The little boy said happily: "I learned so fast that Mr. Tao even rewarded me with a little flower!"
"That's great!" Medical practitioner surnamed Mo knelt down and kissed his son: "Abba is proud of you!"
Seeing this, Gong Ziguo took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Mo, don't you intend for your son to inherit your medical tradition?"
The medical practitioner surnamed Mo smiled bitterly: "The path of medical training is extremely difficult!"
"Golden needles ward off evil spirits, silver needles ward off evil spirits..."
"Although it is a high road, after all, there is no shelter from above and no support from below..."
"How can my son wander around the world like me?"
Gongziguo nodded to express his understanding.
Most medical practitioners embark on this path because of their ideals, but in the end they end up with broken bodies and uneasy old age.
Therefore, whenever possible, future generations will be allowed to change careers.
He took out two ingots of copper incense from his pocket and handed them to the doctor: "Are these enough?"
"If it's not enough, I'll order someone to send it to you after a while!"
The medical practitioner surnamed Mo took the incense copper, weighed it, and put it away: "That's enough!"
As a medical practitioner traveling all over the world, you always want what you want and don't pick and choose.
Because the journey is also part of their spiritual practice!
Gongziguo stood up and wanted to go out.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the back of the little boy.
There are five colors of light lingering behind his head.
The three layers of light and shadow contain the shadow of humanity.
The mortals in the Gongzi Kingdom have never seen such a scene.
But he knew that this was what Heaven allowed him to see.
"This little boy's son...or grandson...or even himself..." Gongziguo swallowed, his intuition beating in his heart: "Maybe he will carry the destiny and promote enlightenment?"
This is still what Heaven told him.
Looking at the back of the little boy, Gongziguo took a deep breath, then looked at the medical practitioner surnamed Mo, raised his hands and asked: "Your Excellency, which generation are you in the medical profession?"
The medical practitioner surnamed Mo smiled miserably and said: "Since my ancestor was punished as a mortal, for ten thousand years, thirteen generations have been practicing medicine and passing it down from generation to generation!"
"I came here two years ago and finally realized and understood that this ten thousand year journey will end here!"
"The ten thousand years of wandering from our ancestors to this day are finally over!"
Gongziguo swallowed.
The doctor surnamed Mo and his ancestors have been wandering and practicing medicine for ten thousand years since they were expelled from the Song Dynasty clan...
Passed down from generation to generation for thirteen generations...
This is...this is God's will!
"Song Kingdom...Song Kingdom..." Young Master murmured to himself.
"The Song Dynasty is the descendant of Yin Shangzi!"
"The leader of the Song Dynasty was Wei Ziqi, the brother of King Zhou, who was one of the three people appointed by Duke Zhou!"
"Sacrifice the afterglow of the Yin Shang Dynasty..."
"And 360,000 years ago... King Zhou was supported by that master..."
"And now, that master is here!"
Gongziguo staggered.
Countless causes and effects flashed in his eyes, which gave him a splitting headache.
In the severe pain, Gongziguo vaguely understood.
The descendants of this little boy will probably be a great sage who can become the disciple of that master!
However, today the numbers are changing.
The destiny is ahead of schedule, so the destiny is manifested, and the son or grandson of this little boy may inherit the inevitable destiny in advance!
Destiny may even fall on this little boy!
In the midst of a severe headache, Gongziguo grabbed the hand of the medical practitioner surnamed Mo and asked eagerly: "Has your son chosen a name?"
The medical practitioner surnamed Mo shook his head: "In our clan, we only give names after we are crowned. Before we are crowned, we are all called by our nicknames..."
"nickname?"
"Yes!" said the doctor surnamed Mo: "This is the teaching of our ancestors!"
In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to tell this strange patient these family past events.
But he couldn't help it, as if the person in front of him was someone he could talk to.
"The teachings from our ancestors..." Gongziguo stumbled out and left: "The teachings from our ancestors..."
"Hahaha……"
Only he knows, and only he understands.
This is destiny!
God’s destiny!
Name it!
What name the little boy will take on the day he is crowned will determine God's will and destiny!
He just needs to be given the right name.
You will get destiny!
The karma of his ancestors' thousands of years of good deeds will explode on him.
If you cannot choose a correct name, your destiny will be delayed!
And that name is closely related to the birth of another person!
