() Ximen Qing and others had no idea what was happening in Mengzhou City.
After briefly checking the injuries of the divine fortune teller Jiang Jing, Ximen Qing was very pleased to find that they were not serious. According to popular saying, "They were just flesh injuries, without any movement of muscles or bones."
Jiang Jing himself also looked back nonchalantly on the time he spent in the dark cell. It sounded like the most difficult thing was not the various sexual intercourse, and he poured a bowl for everyone at the table.
"This wine does not need to be sieved. When the weather is cold, just warm it with hot water."
Sun Erniang had not taken a closer look at the Happy Forest just now, but she was a little surprised when she saw that the wine bowl was crystal clear and not the ordinary amber color. She smelled the aroma of the wine and immediately praised it after taking a sip.
"The wine is nothing more than this! From the Yi Nu family's perspective, no liquor store in Tokyo can compare with it. Even the imperial wine that officials drink is far inferior to it."
Jiang Jing seemed to have seen a panacea. He drank half a bowl in one breath. Then he touched the wine stains on his lips and exclaimed that he was satisfied.
"Mr. Jiang doesn't know, but now the two masters Liu and the winery have moved to Liangshan, and the quality of the wine they produce is even better than this." Ximen Qing smiled and gave Jiang Jing a better pie: "It's just the convoy.
If we walk slowly, we won't be able to reach it in less than ten days."
Jiang Jing smiled bitterly and said: "Master, please stop talking. After saying this, the taste of the wine will immediately go away. But why did you come so fast?"
Ximen Qing did not hide anything. He went to take out a horse from the bag and explained it. Zhang Qing and others were dumbfounded and said, "I only heard that there is a magic eunuch in Liangshan, but I didn't expect this method for a high official."
People do too."
"This method was taught by Ruyun Long Gongsun Sheng himself." Ximen Qing was not afraid of raising a banner: "To be honest with you, I also practiced the Tiangang Five Thunder Method. I heard from Mr. Gongsun that it was Erxian Shanluo Zhenren who saw me and was destined to be immortal.
, specifically ordered him to teach it."
"Isn't that high official a god?" Everyone at the table was frightened.
After hearing this, Sun Erniang stood up, took out a bundle from the room, and said to Ximen Qing: "These are the things left by the Toutuo at that time. Because the Toutuo was so weird, no one dared to touch it. The slave family also kept it just in case.
Since the high officials are familiar with the passage method, they might as well take a look at what it is all about."
Ximen Qing couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Even if he takes ten thousand steps back, he is a member of the Taoist sect, and the Toutuo is also a member of the Buddhist sect. How can they interact with each other?
However, out of curiosity, Ximen Qing still took a look.
What caught my eye was a string of rosary beads, each one the size of a child's fist, black and round, and I don't know what they were made of, but there was nothing surprising about them.
It was something underneath the rosary beads that caught Ximen Qing's attention.
There was a large gourd filled with pills, which tasted spicy. There was also a delicate and small wooden box, but it was heavier than expected. It seemed to have a smell similar to sandalwood. I didn't know what kind of wood it was made of.
"Could this foreign monk sell medicine? There are no magic weapons except rosary beads?" Ximen Qing thought in his mind. He pressed the box lightly and opened it. Most of the boxes of paste were inside. He didn't know what they were.
ointment.
There is only one strange thing. This ointment is not the usual dark brown color, but has a dark pink color.
"If Dr. An is here, I'm afraid he will be able to see some tricks." Ximen Qing took a brief sniff and found a spicy smell: "I seem to have heard of pink plaster somewhere."
Ximen Qing had several thoughts in his mind, and he couldn't help shouting "Ah!", which made everyone onlookers think something happened.
"Official, is there anything wrong?" Sun Erniang saw that there were pills and ointments: "It turns out that guy is just a medicine seller. He thought it was some kind of magic weapon."
Ximen Qing did not answer Sun Erniang's question. Instead, he closed the wooden box and asked Wu Song and Shi Qian: "You all said that the pair of swords came from the West. Do you know which country they are from?"
"I only know that it is far to the west, but I don't know where it is specifically."
Wu Song didn't have an answer, but Shi Qian knew better. He nodded and said, "That place is very far away. Do high-ranking officials know what happened to Master Xuanzang hundreds of years ago?"
"Of course I've heard of it." Ximen Qing was secretly amused when he heard that even Tang Monk mentioned Journey to the West, but he immediately understood what Shi Qian wanted to say: "Could it be that the third brother is talking about Tianzhu?"
"Exactly." Shi Qian was very sure: "This pair of swords came from Western Tianzhu."
Ximen Qing naturally knew that Tianzhu would be India in later generations.
That’s right!
The pink ointment in the wooden box reminded him of a key plot in the novel about Ximen Qing's transition from prosperity to decline, which was that he bought some "nourishing medicine" from a monk and eventually died unexpectedly.
That Monk Hu claimed to have traveled from Hanting Temple, a waist-high mountain in the dense pine forest of Tianzhu Kingdom in the Western Regions.
Regardless of whether the place name is true or not, Tianzhu Kingdom has not escaped.
I was still waiting for this Hu monk to appear in Qinghe County. Who would have thought that this guy had already died on the cross slope of Mengzhou Road!
Naturally, Ximen Qing would not take this "nourishing medicine", but would use it as a means of making money! Medicine has always been used in the upper class society.
A popular "nourishing medicine" during the Wei and Jin Dynasties was Wu Shi San or Han Shi San. Even though it was expensive, all kinds of high-class celebrities flocked to it. However, it is a pity that Wu Shi San was lost with the change of dynasties.
As for Hu Seng's powdery ointment, later generations speculated that it was made from dried cantharis, but Ximen Qing still needs to study it carefully with An Daoquan to determine whether it is this substance.
In fact, cantharides also have a popular name, which is the Spanish fly.
The "tonic medicine" made from Spanish flies was sold until later generations.
Seeing that another way to make money in his plan came to light, Ximen Qing quickly stuffed the wooden box back into the bag and said to Sun Erniang: "The medicine inside is quite strange. We need to discuss it with Dr. An. If Erniang is willing,
I’ll just keep this baggage for now.”
Hearing what Ximen Qing said, Sun Erniang put down her curiosity: "Since it is medicine, it is useless for me to keep it with you. How about giving it to a high official."
Ximen Qing thanked Sun Erniang, asked Shi Qian to put away his baggage, chatted with everyone, ate and drank, and when he saw the sun gradually setting towards the western horizon, he greeted everyone and set off.
Sun Erniang packed up a few pieces of clothing, took some gold and silver soft goods, and said to Zhang Qing, the vegetable gardener: "Now the slave family is going to Tokyo with the high officials to do business. You should keep an eye on the old store here and don't follow me."
Ximen Qing laughed heartily when he heard this. Wu Song might have told Sun Erniang on the way, but Sun Erniang used her own name instead, which must have made Zhang Qing's attack difficult.
After hearing what Sun Erniang said, Zhang Qing, the vegetable gardener, was still a little worried. He took Sun Erniang aside and said, "If a high-ranking official wants people and money, why would he need Erniang? Could it be that Erniang meets a high-ranking official?"
You are so romantic and suave, do you want to go? According to me, it is better for the second mother to stay here. You and I can choose a good day next month to get married, which is better than going to a high official to be a concubine."
After hearing this, Sun Erniang shouted: "Fart! Didn't you see that the high official doesn't have anyone who is satisfactory to him? The slave family went here to help the high official run the business of the wine shop. The high official has many wives and concubines, where can you see them?
Go to the slave’s house?”
"Then you make an oath." Zhang Qing seemed to be stalking him: "It's better that I don't feel at ease and just go to Tokyo to visit from time to time."
After hearing this, Sun Erniang made an oath to the sky: "I, Sun Erniang, will never marry a high official from Ximen in this life."
Zhang Qing then nodded helplessly and said: "If the high official invites the shopkeeper, Er Niang, just come back."
Sun Erniang was secretly happy, she just wanted to leave the old shop as soon as possible so that Zhang Qing would not have to stick to her all day, so she agreed immediately.
Ximen Qing watched coldly and saw the two of them whispering for a while. Sun Erniang turned around with a look of joy on her face and winked at Wu Song. Behind her, Zhang Qing, the vegetable gardener, had a dark face and was obviously in a bad mood.
"After seeing Wu Song and Er Niang's good deeds."
Ximen Qing smiled and saw that all the porters had eaten and drank enough, and each had brought a torch, so he immediately gave the order to set off.
Shi Qian didn't like riding horses, so he sat on one of the carts, with Wu Song and Sun Erniang leading the way, Ximen Qing behind him, and headed for Bianliang, Tokyo.
Sure enough, as soon as they left the cross slope, Wu Song and Sun Erniang were riding together and behaved very intimately. Both Ximen Qing and Gu Shangfian Shi Qian were very happy to see Wu Song.
Only in this way can Wu Song truly get out of the depression of losing his brother.
On the hillside, the horse commander leaned out and looked carefully at the wine transport team meandering below. Someone jumped off the horse behind him and reported in a low voice:
"Sir, the soldiers and horses of Mengzhou City have not been dispatched yet."
Commander Ma did not look back and said: "I understand."
Although the sun has almost set below the horizon, the white robe behind the team at the foot of the hill is still very eye-catching. Commander Ma stared at Ximen Qing and said to himself: "For the sake of that matter, Ma will be able to help you."
That’s it. You haven’t really worked for the Imperial City Division yet, so you can’t stop here halfway.”
The Chazi behind him did not receive orders from the horse commander, so he kept bowing and waiting.
Knowing that the team was gradually disappearing, Commander Ma turned around and said, "Go back to Mengzhou. Whatever Zhang Dujian or Zhang Tuanlian does, record it in detail and report it regularly."
Nachazi bowed and said, "Sir, you are traveling alone. Do you want to call a few brothers to follow you?"
"Ma Mou always travels alone, so you don't need to worry about it." Commander Ma smiled, but his words gradually became colder: "But you have always been responsible. Who taught you to say this?"
Nachazi's heart trembled, his hands were slightly sweaty, and he quickly turned over and knelt down: "The adults and the villains just made a mistake."
"Forget it." Commander Ma waved his hand and asked Na Chazi to step back: "Do your job well, and don't worry about other irrelevant things. Do you understand if you hear it and pretend not to hear it?"
Nachazi secretly wiped the sweat from his palms, got on his horse, and galloped away to Mengzhou.
"How could there be so many ripples in what was originally a pool of stagnant water?" Commander Ma shook his head and strolled down the hillside: "Miaoshou Ximen, what will you bring to the Imperial City Division?"