Volume Four Chapter 60 The Floating and Sinking Son
Leng Xiang Wan's business is getting better and better, and Su Ling's business is gradually getting back on track.
Ever since Mrs. Ding and Xiao Jingshu made a series of live advertisements at the Taiwei Mansion’s eldest lady, the supply of Lengxiang Pills has been in short supply.
The reservation number has gradually expanded from 100 places per day to 500 places per day.
Every morning at dawn, people would line up outside the hall. At first, it was still noisy, with many people quarreling over trivial matters such as jumping in line, and even fistfights.
However, Su Ling was merciless about this. If there were any troubles or fights, Wang Jun would take the lead in handling them. Those who refused to obey the restraints would have their ranking canceled, and those who were serious would be sent directly to the department.
However, some high-ranking officials from noble families always have some crooked ideas. They want to get special privileges and get cold-flavored pills quickly to avoid the pain of queuing up. So they sign up for a name in the hall, but everyone is disgusted and despises them. Under the eyes, Wang Jun and Du Heng crossed him, causing him to be embarrassed.
After one move failed, he tried another one. He asked someone to walk through the door and walked to Guo Baiyi. Guo Baiyi also wanted to try how Su Ling dealt with it, so he took someone else's invitation and came to ask Su Ling for a privilege and get some Take the medicine back.
As a result, Su Ling sternly refused, leaving no room for negotiation. Su Ling said that people in the world have been divided into three levels by the rules of injustice. I set those rules in the first place just to buy medicine. In this small matter, I set a precedent. Everyone in the world is different, but I am not like that.
If your wish comes true today, you will have someone to rely on tomorrow. If the wind blows, wouldn't I have broken the rules I set and slapped myself in the face?
Seeing that he said it solemnly, Guo Baiyi burst out laughing and said: "I just gave you a try. If you agree, I will definitely look down on you in my heart. It seems that I was not wrong about you!"
So he told everyone in the Guo family that anyone who walked through the door would be stopped. Anyone who collected things privately should go queue up to buy Lengxiang Pills by himself.
In this way, Su Ling's reputation for equality spread throughout Longtai City, Kyoto. People said that Su Ling from Nanzhang, Mr. Su, would treat everyone equally when doing business, no matter you were a high-ranking official or an ordinary citizen.
As a result, the people queuing up in the hall are all quiet and orderly. Even if they have something important to talk about, they do so in a low voice and never in a loud voice.
If someone's ignorant voice is slightly louder, those in line, regardless of men, women, old or young, will look sideways with angry expressions on their faces.
The ignorant person retreated obediently.
This may be due to education. Who said that there are all kinds of people in the world, good and bad, and education has not done its full work.
The business was getting better and better, which led to the business of treating doctors. At the beginning, there were not many people. Later, after those who were infected took a few doses of medicine, their illnesses were cured. Therefore, there were many stories about Su Ling and Su's wonderful medical skills. Gao Ming, the hanging pot that helps the world, cures diseases with medicine. What's more, I don't know where I got the news. It is said that Su Ling is the direct disciple of the miracle doctor Zhang Shennong and Yuan Hua. How can his medical skills not be amazing? Su Ling, a master of martial arts, became famous for a while. Noisy Kyoto.
In addition, Dr. Su Ling was so benevolent that if he saw minor illnesses or poor people, he would not take any money. Now, the poor and impoverished people in Kyoto came in droves, crying every day, feeling grateful for Su's wonderful hand. Virtue.
However, the poor people who were in trouble were all described as indecent, their clothes were shabby, and some even looked like beggars, suffering from old age and illness.
Many people are afraid to avoid it.
However, Su Ling had never disliked these people in the slightest, and even sat in the clinic in person, diagnosing the pulse and asking questions without slacking off at all.
Although his move was appreciated by most people, those people in distress were really unsightly to some people. Therefore, some high-ranking officials said they would never go to Su Ling's place to see a doctor again and would stay with those lower-class people.
, it is really insulting to gentlemen.
Guo Baiyi reported back to Xiao Yuanche exactly what happened these days and what he said about Su Ling.
Xiao Yuanche said calmly: "Tell Su Ling these remarks and see how he handles it!"
But what Ren Guo Baiyi didn't expect was that after he left, Xiao Yuanche laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said to himself, "Su Ling can be of great use, he can be of great use!"
After Guo Baiyi told Su Ling what those high-ranking officials said, Su Ling didn't take it seriously at all and said with a smile: "There are many ordinary and poor people in the world, and there are only a few prominent and rich people. Before I opened the bad hall,
You just said that you were determined to overcome the crisis and resolve the difficulties, but now you have to put the cart before the horse just for the sake of fame?"
Guo Baiyi tested him with words: "Aren't you afraid that after finally getting into a big business, you will fail because of it?"
Su Ling smiled calmly and said: "Although Lao Guo doesn't care, I dare to say that those people who are looking for other places will come back to look for me soon."
Guo Baiyi was dubious. Su Ling smiled and said, "Why don't you take a gamble?"
Guo Baiyi nodded and said, "What's the bet?"
Su Ling smiled and said: "It's only within ten days. If they don't come looking for it, you have to take your Liuwei Dihuang Pills or Butian Dazao Pills at any time. Even if you don't have it any day, I'll put down my work and make it for you."
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Guo Baiyi laughed loudly and said: "That's very good! Very good!"
Su Ling smiled again and said: "But, if after a few days, those who are looking for someone else come back to me to see a doctor, what will you do?"
Guo Baiyi laughed and said: "From now on, I will charge according to the price for these two medicines."
Su Ling smiled and nodded, looking confident.
The two made a bet and secretly chose a family. The one who was sick was the son of the school captain of the city gate in the middle of the capital. Because Su Ling accepted the refugees, he decided to leave and find another place.
For the first four or five days, there was indeed no sign of the young master or his servants coming. Guo Baiyi laughed heartily, as if he was sure of victory. Su Ling, on the other hand, was as steady as a rock, only saying that the bet was only half over, and the outcome was still uncertain.
But it was just as Su Ling expected. Just after the hour of the sixth day, the young master of the family came for consultation with a sick look on his face.
Confused, Guo Baiyi asked the young master why he left and came back. The young master hurriedly apologized and said: "I spent a lot of money and wasted a lot of time, but the illness has become more and more serious, so I can only
Let’s go back and ask for Su Miao’s help.”
Su Ling checked the pulse and prescribed medicine for three days. He only charged two taels of silver. He added, "If the medicine is not good after taking the medicine for three days, I won't be shut up."
But after only three days, the young master came again. He walked freely and looked as normal, showing no signs of illness. When he saw Su Ling, he thanked Su Ling profusely and took the banner from Xingtan Master.
Gift each other.
Su Ling had no choice but to let Du Heng take it away. The young master went out gratefully.
Su Ling sent the young master out and then came back to see Guo Baiyi and asked him if the bets he made the past few days counted.
Guo Baiyi was willing to admit defeat, so he immediately paid for three days' worth of medicine, took the medicine and left.
But he didn't go back to his own house, and went directly to Sikong's house.
When he met Xiao Yuanche, he told the whole story about the bet, and even said with a sad face: "Three days of medicine money, but this Su Ling took away my twenty-five taels of silver, but Master Sikong wants to make the decision for me!"
Xiao Yuanche laughed loudly and teased: "The medicine is good medicine, and I will continue to buy it. It's just the cost of buying medicine. How come you, a dignified military advisor with a white-clothed look, can't even pay this amount?"
What's up? It's a joke..."
After saying that, without waiting for Guo Baiyi to do anything, he Shi Shiran went to the inner room.
Guo Baiyi was left sighing with a bitter look on his face, saying that he had fallen out of favor so quickly.
Before he could say it twice, a big bag containing a lot of money was thrown out of the inner room. With Sikong's half-smile and half-angry words, he said: "Go back to your house, don't come back and cry about poverty again."
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Guo Baiyi picked up the silver wallet, smiled towards the inner room, and left with satisfaction.
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Late at night, Ryotai, Kyoto.
A high pavilion with bright lights.
The attic is more than four stories high and should be an elegant place for drinking tea.
In a tea room on the fourth floor of the high pavilion, dozens of stools were already filled with people.
Even those who had no seats were standing indoors.
Fortunately, this tea room is quite spacious, even though it looks a little crowded.
There are six inscription pillars in the tea room that cannot be hugged by two people. On top of the inscription pillars are inlaid large gold foil candlesticks. The candles on the candlesticks sway, illuminating the entire tea room brightly and transparently.
Although there are many people in the tea room, they are clearly divided into two groups.
A group of ordinary people dressed in fine clothes and looked like wealthy businessmen and gentry. They were led by an old man with white beard and hair in the middle.
The old man looked to be nearly seventy years old. Even so, he was well-maintained and had a rosy complexion. However, his appearance was not very good. He had a raised eyebrow, square eyes, and a thin mouth, which made him look a bit mean.
Mutually.
The other group were dressed in multiple ways, all wearing black wide robes, holding a whisk in hand and carrying a sword behind their back, with a wooden hairpin pinned to their head.
This group of people dressed in Taoist costumes was also headed by a Taoist in the middle.
The clothes of that Taoist were even different from those of many Taoists. He actually wore a dark yellow Taoist robe. The edges of the Taoist robe were sewn with gold threads. It looked like this Taoist robe was already extremely luxurious.
Looking at the appearance of this Taoist, he is actually a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. His face is like pale gold, his eyebrows are of eight colors, and his eyes are as bright as stars. He has the appearance of attaining enlightenment and leaving the mortal world.
It's just that he was sitting there with his legs crossed and one foot dangling rhythmically, looking quite casual and content. Not only that, he also took the whisk in his hand like other Taoists. However, someone else took it.
The whisk was placed neatly on his chest. He was the only one holding the whisk, sometimes shaking it from side to side, sometimes making a gesture of swinging a sword, thrusting forward with the brush.
Seeing the whisk fluttering and scattering, the young Taoist chuckled to himself.
There is no trace of his majestic appearance or the appearance of attaining the Tao in his every move.
Everyone in the tearoom was talking about something, their voices rising or falling.
They seemed to be discussing some plan, but couldn't come up with a unified plan for a long time. There were some loud and low-pitched arguments. Some people were already blushing.
However, they were arguing lively, but the young Taoist didn't take it to heart at all. He continued to fiddle with the whisk back and forth, as if he had no interest in their argument.
I have been fighting and fighting, but I have no clue.
In the end, both sides bowed their hands to the seventy-year-old white-haired old man and asked him to make a conclusion.
The old man first glanced at the young Taoist secretly, and saw that the young Taoist was still swinging the fly whisk indiscriminately, as if he was swatting flies with a swipe, and he did not look like an immortal who had attained enlightenment. A trace of contempt arose in his heart.
But his face didn't show it at all, and he still said respectfully: "Does the immortal master have any wise ideas? We will listen to the immortal master's teachings."
The young Taoist shook the whisk twice more, as if he suddenly remembered that what he had done seemed inconsistent with his identity, and then he coughed awkwardly.
Then he looked very solemn. He made a bow, and suddenly he showed his immortal spirit. He chanted in his mouth: "Infinite Buddha, Amitabha, Jesus Christ, Amen... That disciple said
..."
He seemed to feel that he could no longer shout this slogan, so he could only stretch his neck and stare, maintaining his fairy-like air and saying: "Um... what were you talking about just now?"
If this old man hadn't been so prominent, he would have cursed people long ago, but he couldn't get angry, so he could only say with a smile on his face: "Master Immortal's Taoism is indeed profound, but what he just recited is a profound magic formula? No wonder we
We’ve been discussing this for a long time, but you didn’t hear anything.”
The young Taoist suppressed his laughter and tried his best to look solemn and said: "Yes, yes, I was practicing my mental skills just now, didn't you see that I was waving my whisk? You'd better tell me your plan.
Say it."
The old man said hurriedly: "Xiao Ke is the leader of our medical guild in Longtai City, Kyoto..."
The young Taoist nodded hurriedly, pretending to be condescending and said: "May I ask, sir, what is your last name?"
"I won't pay any price..."
This young Taoist was lucky enough to just give up his noble surname...
The old man swallowed a mouthful of old blood and said, "Xiao Ke's name is Fang Xi. Renchuntang, the largest medical and drug store in Longtai City, Kyoto, belongs to Xiao Ke. All of you here are also the owners of a prominent medical and drug store in Kyoto. Today,
We gather again just to discuss a way to fight against that bad Su Ling."
Hearing this, the young Taoist said calmly: "Oh... against Su Ling..."
Suddenly he seemed to be electrocuted and raised his voice: "Who? Who? Su Ling? Why did he offend you?"
Fang Xi almost took the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill (if there was one), and all the enthusiasm they just talked about was in vain, so he could only say patiently: "This wild boy from Su Ling doesn't know where he came from. He claims to have Zhang Shennong and Zhang Shennong."
The two masters of Yuanhua are so awesome. A few days ago, his bad business was so small that it seemed that it could no longer continue to operate. Our medical guild just turned a blind eye to him, thinking
Let him get some of the prosperity of Kyoto, and then he can just fend for himself!"
The young Taoist smiled lightly and said, "That's it. If you can't continue to operate, it will naturally close down. Why do you have to deal with him?"
Fang Xi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know why, but he invented a medicine that he had never heard of before, called Lengxiang Pills. He didn't know what kind of tiger and wolf formula he used, and everyone in Kyoto followed suit and bought it.
, not only that, he also used the guise of free consultation and medicine for the poor people. Suddenly, all the people in Kyoto, including the elderly and the young, ran to him. His business was booming every day, but we colleagues
But it’s miserable. Not to mention similar medical clinics and pharmacies, even the largest Renchundang like mine can no longer survive.”
After what he said, the sitting and standing laymen all felt sad and filled with righteous indignation. They rolled up their arms and sleeves and said: "Yes, yes, it's just about fishing for fame and winning people's hearts! That's not the case with Leng Xiang Wan."
Good thing, it’s a pity that the pure and upright style of Xinglin in Kyoto has been messed up by him, and we must not let him go!"
"Teach him a lesson! You must let him know that this is Kyoto!"
There was an uproar of voices, and all at once they were talking about awe-inspiring justice, high-sounding words, and heart-breaking grief.
The young Taoist cursed shamelessly in his heart, but on the surface he still looked sympathetic and said: "I have heard a little bit of what you said, but I didn't know that the matter was so serious, right?"
Fang Xi hurriedly said: "Isn't that right? Not to mention those of us who rely on medical treatment and medicine, even you and Xianwu are also quite affected."
The young Taoist silently thought to himself that he was sent here by his senior brother. Before leaving, his senior brother said that in recent days, many poor people and believers have been lost in several cities around Kyoto. Even giving away life-saving elixirs is no longer as grand as before
Okay. Senior brother asked me to check and see if it's because of this Su Ling.
Thinking of this, the young Taoist said calmly: "Our Liangxianwu is a pure and boundless place outside the realm of transformation. What does it have to do with you and Su Ling?"
Fang Xi hurriedly complimented: "Of course we admire Liangxianwu's immortal appearance and reputation, and naturally we don't dare to compare with the Supreme Immortal. Master Ceci's meritorious deeds have already made him an immortal who has attained immortality and enlightenment. How can we, our naked eyes,
Do mortals dare to compare? Today I saw Immortal Master Fushenzi. He is so young and already unpredictable. He is among the gods, and he is the younger brother of Immortal Master Ceci. One of the two Immortals is you.
One serving.”
After being flattered, Fang Xi changed the topic and said: "It's just that the foundation of our Liangxianwu is to save all sentient beings and save the general public. Now those ordinary people have been won over by Su Ling,
Isn’t it a hindrance to the expansion of Liangxianwu’s Taoist sect and the salvation of all sentient beings?”
Fushenzi (young Taoist) kept thinking in his mind, it turns out that these sanctimonious people are waiting for me here... A bunch of turtle bastards, they are talking about helping the people, Su Ling doesn't take any money from the poor people when he meets them,
They can't do it, so they get jealous when they see other people's business is doing well?
But then I thought about it, and it seemed that his arrogant senior brother had asked him to come forward for this matter. It seemed that the senior brother and their goals were the same, and they were all undoubtedly Su Ling.
Fu Shenzi was extremely curious about Su Ling, thinking that the last person his senior brother liked so much was himself, and now Su Ling can do it too! He really wanted to see who this Su Ling was.
On the surface, he was unmoved and said: "I have already said that our Liangxianwu and the Liangxian Sect are all Taoist sects that transcend the outside world. We strengthen the Taoist sect to save the people, so Su Ling acted like this
They also have the same goal of rescuing people in distress, so there is no conflict with us."
When Fang Xi heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He was really afraid that Master Fushenzi and the Taoist sect behind him would fall to Su Ling's side. If so, he might not be able to move Su Ling even if he wanted to.
Fang Xi could only look more respectful and said with an apologetic smile: "We know the righteousness of Taoism, but it is always not good to just let Su Ling do whatever he wants..."
Fushenzi looked as if he was moved by his words, nodded and said: "What good plan does Fang Hui have now?"
Fang Xi hurriedly said: "We have been discussing for a long time, and the only way to minimize the loss is to destroy his business."
"Smash it? How to smash it? Then Su Ling will watch you smash it?" Fushenzi sneered.
Fang Xi smiled coldly, a bright light emitted from his eyes, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, Master Fushenzi, please come here..."
Fushenzi looked at him with disgust and muttered: "I don't even wear a mask... the new crown is very scary..."
He muttered a few words, but Fang Xi didn't hear clearly what he said. He just said that he was used to talking and didn't care.
Fushengzi had no choice but to reluctantly move his head closer, and Fang Xi spoke in his ear for a while. The sharp light in his eyes flashed, and the four corners of his eyes seemed to be much smaller.
After hearing this, Fu Shenzi sneered rather disapprovingly in his heart, but on the surface he nodded and said: "Since you have made a plan, our Taoist sect will naturally not care about you in this mortal world... Just one thing, do it cleanly, don't have any delusions.
Wipe your butts in front of our door!"
When Fang Xi heard this, he said with a happy face: "Then the immortal master means to agree?"
Fushenzi glanced sideways at him, seeing that his four corners of his eyes were full of flattery, and he almost felt sick, so he could only snort and said: "I didn't say anything, and I don't know anything..."
As he spoke, he shook his fly whisk and said to the people in Taoist costumes behind him: "Children, let's go!"
After saying that, he stood up and walked straight out of the attic.
After Fang Xi sent Fu Shen Zi away, he returned to the attic.
Everyone had already surrounded him and asked, "Does Master Fushenzi's attitude support our doing this?"
A cold look flashed in Fang Xi's eyes, and he said with hatred: "How old is this scumbag, but he is so cunning? This move of mine is to force him to take sides, but it would be better for him to speak in such a subtle and ambiguous manner."
When these people heard this, they all sighed: "Then do we still want to do this? Why don't we go to find trouble with Su Ling?"
Fang Xi's eyes suddenly flashed with sternness, he threw the tea bowl in his hand towards the table, and said sullenly: "If they don't show their attitude clearly, we will force them to take sides! This matter is already imminent, and we have to do it. When the time comes, we will do something
Well, as long as we’re done, we don’t have to worry about them not taking sides!”
After he said this, everyone in the attic looked fiercely and nodded heavily.
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It was already dark, and the autumn wind was slightly cool.
The rugged mountain road of Longtai Mountain outside Longtai City in Kyoto has long been shrouded in a rolling darkness. It is already autumn, there are no insects anymore, only the vast mountains are silent and silent.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from the mountain road, breaking the endless silence.
But they saw two children in Taoist costumes carrying two white paper lanterns. Behind them were four or five children in Taoist costumes, surrounded by a young Taoist priest of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was slowly walking towards the mountain.
The speed of this group of people didn't seem to be very fast, but their figures were erratic, and for no apparent reason. In a few breaths, the people watching had already reached the middle of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.
If someone were to hit him head-on, it would be a luck to not be frightened by this white paper lantern and its erratic figure.
It was Fushenzi and his party.
After walking like this for a while, the boy holding the lantern in front turned around and asked, "Uncle, why are you prevaricating them like that today? Master Ceci, the head teacher, has already told us to help them and at the same time check on the person named Su Ling."
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Fushenzi's eyes were slightly closed. After listening to what he said, he suddenly opened his eyes. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he suddenly cursed: "A bunch of useless snacks, they can't succeed but they can fail, and they still want us."
Tied to a chariot with them, and not even weighing them how much they weighed? How could they defeat Su Ling with their stupid plan that they thought was perfect? Besides, Su Ling was actually very easy to get along with, right?
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The boy seemed to be thinking: "Uncle Master, what do you mean, don't care about them or Su Ling?"
Fushenzi flicked his fly whisk and said, "Let them go and make trouble. It's just that Su Ling is jumping around like this. If you just sit back and do nothing, how can I have to explain to your master teacher?"
The boy wondered: "What does that mean, uncle? You can't control it, but you can't ignore it? What should we do?"
Fushenzi sneered and said: "It depends on how to bring about a law enforcement. If by any chance, these idiots succeed, it will only prove that Su Ling is just a loser, so we can just fish in troubled waters. I don't think so.
These idiots are definitely not good at it. They only want us to wipe their butts, which is wonderful to think of."
He paused and then said: "Let them fight, I am happy to watch the show. When they both lose, it will not be too late for me to take action. I won't be afraid that Su Ling will not be able to follow the path!"
When Tong'er heard this, he admired him a lot, and said: "Uncle Master has a good move to stop the enemy with silence, so he can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."
Fu Shenzi smiled faintly and said: "If you raise a pond of fish, wouldn't it be interesting to watch them flapping in order to compete for some remaining fish food in the pond? In fact, when they are exhausted from flapping, you
Sprinkle the fish food in your hand and repeat it over and over again. Can you see this scene of fish vying for food whenever you want?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Taoist priests nodded vigorously as if they understood.
Fushenzi's eyes were burning, and he said slowly as if talking to himself: "What matters is not the pond full of fish, but whose hand holds the fish food..."