Fanxing looked nothing like a person who had been half-dead by drugs. In terms of appearance, he was more handsome than Zhu Tong.
"My tutor has talked about Master Zhu. He recruited Fanxing to come to Shanghai this time just to meet Master Zhu." Fanxing looked the little liar up and down; "Miss Mei said, Master Zhu is now in Ocean Hospital."
To be the director, you must have the ability, Fanxing is not that lucky."
When the fake Li Kui encountered the real black whirlwind, Zhu Tong was dumbfounded and looked back ten feet away; Taoist Bamboo smiled and raised his glass, and Liu Yilan was also looking at him.
"Fanxing..., I don't know..."
"Master Zhu doesn't have to be like this. Fanxing is no longer a human being in the world. Speaking of which, Fanxing still needs to thank Brother Zhu. Without this opportunity, Fanxing would not have the opportunity to worship under the Bamboo Dao Sect."
After saying this, Zhu Tong completely returned to normal, raised his glass and clinked three glasses with Fanxing. Hehe said with a smile: "I heard that Taoist brother is also a temperamental person. The bamboo Taoist priest has been confiscating his disciples. If Fanxing does not have Taoji, he will not be
Daozong takes a fancy to you. I envy you very much. You will definitely benefit a lot from being with Bamboo Daozong."
"Hypocrisy." Mei Lanting is the best at making people look bad. He has always made it his mission to lose face to the little liar. He snorted from the side: "Why don't you change it back now?"
"That can't be done. Fanxing is tired of it and there is no reason to look back." Fanxing shook his head greatly; "On the Penglai Sea Mountains, Fanxing thought about it carefully. It turned out that Xiaodao's becoming a doctor was a mistake. Xiaodao couldn't bear that.
He was tortured and did not have the temperament to be indifferent to life and death. He was also unable to be an official and could not bear the environment of being wary of each other's calculations. After entering the Taoist sect, Fanxing felt peaceful and free, and realized that the Chinese medicine he had learned before was so superficial. The Taoist secrets are as deep as the sea and bamboo.
Daozong's mind is broader than the sea, Fanxing can truly feel at ease if he can follow Daozong in this life."
Fan Xing spoke seriously, and Mei Lanting was too embarrassed to interrupt, so he nodded to Zhu Tong and lowered his head to eat the food. Everyone sitting here could see that since Fan Xing could enter the bamboo Taoist priest's door, let alone the depth of his future cultivation.
, this status alone is no small matter, and if you mix well, you may not necessarily become the next Taoist sect.
Everyone also knows that the relationship between Zhumen and Daomen is not shallow. The very act of Zhu Taoist taking Fanxing under his sect can explain a lot of problems.
It is said that the ignorant are fearless. After dinner, the little liar and Fanxing took a walk by the pond. After asking a lot about Li Xiang's true situation, he realized how naive he was for the shrewdness he was once so proud of.
Fanxing's former girlfriend Li Xingru is from Shanghai; Li Xingru's father Li Gong is also an accomplished entrepreneur in Shanghai. He spent millions on his only daughter, who was sent to Beijing Tongren Hospital in various places.
Daxi Hospital acted helplessly after getting the desperate answer. After all, money could not save Li Xingru's life.
Li Xiang, this is not the only acquaintance in Shanghai; one of Fanxing's senior brothers is now the director of a department of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in Shanghai, and the two have a good personal relationship; Fanxing once had the idea of coming to Shanghai from Beijing to work. If Li Xingru
If he is lucky enough to recover, he will definitely be transferred to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital in Shanghai.
What's more, Fanxing is not without relatives. His uncle still lives in Qingdao. Every Spring Festival, he goes to Qingdao to stay for a few days.
"Daozong is recruiting Fanxing this time because he is afraid that Brother Zhu will accidentally make some mistakes. Xiaodao has already greeted Brother Zhu a few days ago. He has heard about you and is looking for an opportunity to meet you, the fake Li Xiangzao. Wuliangfo
Ah, senior brother is still wondering why Li Xiang didn't say hello to him when he came to Shanghai? He said, although you can't be said to be a celebrity in Shanghai's medical community, many people know you. Wang Juefei talks about you everywhere and talks about Chinese medicine.
Well, he used to dislike traditional Chinese medicine the most. Also, over there in Beijing..."
Zhu Tong drowsily summarized and remembered, full of admiration for the Bamboo Taoist priest, and full of gratitude to Fanxing.
Finally, Fanxing handed him a note: "This is the note that Xiaodao studied with his former master. You may find it useful. One thing is similar to you. Xiaodao used to be good at acupuncture. It's a pity that most people nowadays
The school of traditional Chinese medicine has languished or disappeared. I hope Brother Zhu can carry forward the Three Yang Acupuncture method."
The so-called Sanyang Acupuncture is the Thirteen Acupuncture of the Ghost Gate, which is the name of the acupuncture recorded in the notes Fanxing handed to Zhu Tong. After a quick glance, you will know that this is the real Thirteen Acupuncture of the Ghost Gate. But it is only part of it.
It talks about the Qi Guiding and Acupuncture in great detail, but what is lacking is the cultivation level of the acupuncturist.
"Those masters didn't teach us. We have all practiced simple Taoist health-preserving exercises; they are not as good as Brother Zhu. Taoism said that what Brother Zhu practiced is the truly brilliant mental method of a medical practitioner."
Doctors’ mental method? Maybe so; Zhumen Zhizi is indeed a unique skill in treating diseases, but it’s just too difficult to practice.
Zhu Tong said a few words modestly and asked: "I'm sorry, but I still have to ask Senior Brother Fanxing, are Li Gong... familiar with Brother Dao?"
"It's not so familiar. Xingru was in the hospital for a whole year. At first, he always disagreed with our relationship. Later, he didn't have much time to see Xingru, so he didn't say more. Uncle Li is a practical person. If Xingru is not sick, she
Will be forced to marry another person."
Fanxing took out a photo: "This is Xingru, next to her are her parents. Brother Zhu, pay more attention to them when you meet them. However, if Brother Zhu is just a director at Ocean Hospital, they are not interested in getting to know you."
"
In the photo, Li Xingru looks haggard, and it can be seen that she was taken in the ward. Just looking at her facial features, she is also a beautiful girl. Perhaps she is suffering from illness, and she looks at least one level worse than Ye'er or Duohua.
"For some time in the future, Fanxing will stay temporarily at Tianxing Temple in Suzhou. If Brother Zhu has any difficulties or questions, just come. O Wuliang Buddha, I hope Brother Zhu will not embarrass Li Xiang too much."
Zhu Tong smiled and nodded. He really wanted to have a good time. If allowed, he hoped to live in Li Xiang's name for the rest of his life. How could he not be serious about it?
The Bamboo Taoist returned to Broken Snow Garden after lunch, and Liu Yilan also left with him; the old liar had been hiding from the younger liar, and he and Zhou Banweng sat together in the sunshine of "Pinghu Xiaozhu" for spanking. Oh, and Qin Tongshan.
Mei Lanting's father, Mei Qiuhong, also left. Mei Lanting went to see his father off. When he came back, he sat boredly under the porch, waiting for Zhu Tong.
"It's getting late, I have to leave." Zhu Tong finally got impatient and walked to the old liar to say hello.
"Go ahead, Banweng likes you very much. Come and have a chat with Banweng when you have time. It will benefit a lot for you young people. Although the world depends on you young people to work hard, the experience of the seniors will
You still have to learn from it.”
The old liar lectured his disciples in a serious manner, as if he was really the emperor of Zhumen. Zhu Tong bowed his head and said goodbye, and said goodbye to Zhou Banweng, a senior figure in the world. This honor should be given to the old liar.
"I wish the leader that he is young, promising and insightful. His cultivation is hard to rival among the younger generation. His achievements in the future will be limitless. Zhanjiang, send me a wish to the leader."
Zhou Banweng looked at Zhu Tong with something complicated in his eyes, and waved goodbye.
When Zhu Tong and Mei Lanting walked to the car and were about to get in, Lan Zhanjiang suddenly said: "Brother Zhu, Ban Weng is leaving in the next two days, and he hopes to see you again before leaving."
"That's not necessary, right? Brother Lan should know that I, as the leader, can do a lot of things; I can make an appointment with Senior Zhu Huang for you." Zhu Tong thought about it and refused the meeting; in fact, he regretted not asking Zhu Huang today.
Uncle Huang brought it.
"I won't meet Senior Zhu Huang. He came back this time for the Jianghu Dao, not for a certain sect. Brother Zhu, think about it and call us later." Lan Zhanjiang calmly ignored the embarrassment just now and said:
I wish Tong to leave some space for thinking.
Zhu Tong would not agree to this meeting. Zhu Taoist's move of challenging Zhou Banweng with injuries shocked Zhu Tong deeply and made him feel selfish and insignificant. No matter in terms of emotions or friendship, he had no
It is necessary to go and socialize with Zhou Banweng.
On the way back, Mei Lanting remained silent, which was very different from her usual behavior. When she entered the Broken Snow Garden, she whispered softly: "Zhu Tong, the bamboo Taoist priest is leaving."
After playing the flute and piano in the morning, Zhu Tong also vaguely felt that the Bamboo Taoist priest would not stay in Suixue Garden. To a certain extent, a hero needs mystery and loneliness. The Bamboo Taoist priest was able to resist Zhou Banweng's strength and win over all factions in the world.
After being respected, I really have to find another place to stay.
Sure enough, on the second floor of Xiyunxuan, the bamboo Taoist priest was carrying a cloth bag on his shoulders, as if he was about to go on a long journey; Liu Yilan was standing by the railing, whispering something.
Zhu Tong saw the helplessness on Liu Yilan's face and was hesitating whether to go up. Taoist Zhu smiled and said, "Taoist, this cup of tea has long been tasteless. If I hadn't waited for Brother Zhu to say goodbye, Taoist would have left in the morning."
"The Spring Festival is coming soon. It's better to stay with the Bamboo Taoist Sect for a few more days. Senior Brother will be out in two months, and the injuries on the Taoist Sect need to be treated." Zhu Tong looked at the red face of the Bamboo Taoist Priest and knew that he was injured.
The injury is serious again, how can you rest assured that he will leave like this?
"Yes, you should recuperate here and wait until the injury is healed before leaving." Liu Yilan followed Zhu Tong's words to persuade Taoist Zhu to stay. It seems that she has said this reason many times, and she also knows that there will not be many
Effect.
"Injury? What is injury? Taoist priests have not experienced this kind of experience for ten years. Maybe this is the opportunity for Taoist priests. God rewards hard work. There is no smooth road in the world. On the road of monasticism, you should strive for self-improvement. I wish you no wonder, Taoist priests.
Only today did I truly understand this truth. Although Zhu Menzhi’s calligraphy is magical, it is not the Taoist priest’s own cultivation, nor is it the Taoist sect’s magical power.”
The bamboo Taoist refused to receive any more treatment and had to rely on his own efforts to find a way out of his predicament.