Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 49: Record of Entering Shaolin Temple

Chu Tianshu originally wanted to use ten gold bars to test whether he could bring back things from this world and how much he could bring back.

It now seems that the token mechanism is quite comprehensive in this regard, and it is clearly stated that qi must be used to offset it.

However, judging from the increase in the luck bar, the so-called luck gain only applies to the present.

For example, if you save a child today, this child will become a great figure in the future.

But he is just a child now, so his fate will not change much.

The reason why escorting Cai Shanjun brought such great benefits is largely because, even though he has not yet accomplished the task of countering the traitors to the country, Cai Shanjun is already a very influential figure.

"Once the Qi is full, it must return within three days. Only things that have an impact during these three days can be considered as overflowing Qi."

"It seems that even if I list all the prescriptions now, if those rare medicinal herbs are not collected within three days, the effect will not be truly realized."

Chu Tianshu was thinking about this in his mind, and had already picked up the pen he borrowed from Captain Xie.

Even if he didn't receive any feedback on his luck, he had to write down the prescription.

And he's going to write more.

For example, the effects, contraindications, and preparation methods of penicillin.

There is no such thing in the world today.

If we also refer to the time nodes in the hometown world, it took more than ten years before people in this world began to publish relevant papers, and it took many more years before it attracted attention.

Penicillin, sometimes also called penicillin, could save countless lives if the production process had been mastered in advance during the impending chaos.

The penicillin produced by traditional methods alone is called a time traveler's artifact on the Internet in my hometown.

However, the traditional production method is not particularly effective, with many impurities and poor stability.

In ancient Chinese medicine, some things can have similar effects.

For example, monks at Tianning Temple in Changzhou during the Ming Dynasty discovered that the brine of aged mustard greens, when fermented over a suitable time period, could be very effective in treating illnesses.

Although it relies purely on natural fermentation, it can barely be considered a primitive antibiotic.

If you really want penicillin to have a strong effect, it requires solutions with much more complex ingredients.

It is still necessary to screen the strains on a large scale and purify them to high standards.

Although Chu Tianshu was able to write down the key points, ordinary wealthy families in towns and even ordinary warlords were unable to do so.

Only after Cai Shanjun regained power, he was in a position to try to gather the conditions for large-scale production.

After he wrote for a while, someone knocked on the door and brought him dinner.

A big bowl of red rice, two big bowls of stewed pork with potatoes, and a casserole of bamboo shoots and whole chicken soup.

Chu Tianshu smelled the fragrance and, full of anticipation, picked up the chopsticks and took a big bite of the meat.

Then he paused slightly in his chewing.

The potatoes and pork were stewed until very soft, but had a slightly fishy smell, probably because there wasn't enough spice.

He ate it quickly with rice. It tasted delicious even without chewing it too much.

The chicken wasn't stewed long enough and the soup wasn't thick enough.

But this is just right. It doesn’t take long, and the chicken doesn’t become dry or rotten. It is very chewy and delicious.

Chu Tianshu slowed down his eating and tasted the chicken.

"Alas, Meng Shuangjiang also said that he would treat me to all the good food in the town. I wonder how much there is in that town that I haven't tried yet."

Chu Tianshu was even more unsure whether he would have the chance to return to that town.

Forget it, after I get home, I'll go out and eat something nice to reward myself.

I kind of miss those strong spices.

After he finished eating, he picked up his pen and wrote for a while before going to bed.

The next morning, he went to see Cai Shanjun and handed over all the things he had written.

Cai Shanjun was drinking tea in the regiment headquarters compound. When he saw him coming, he asked him to sit down and took the prescription to take a look.

"what?"

Cai Shanjun flipped to the back and showed a surprised look, "You also know Western medicine?"

The large sheets of paper at the back not only contained densely packed text, but also drawings and instructions of the instruments.

Judging from the appearance of those utensils, they are obviously of Western chemical style.

It’s just that it seems that the requirements are even more stringent and precise than the Western instruments that Cai Shanjun has seen.

"I know a little bit, but the production process of this medicine was perfected by many powerful people."

Chu Tianshu knew that before penicillin was put into practical mass production, it would be difficult for people to realize its value, so he was very serious and emphasized his tone.

"Let's put it this way. This medicine works so quickly and has such a wide range of effects that, in some ways, it's no less effective than a spell cast by a skilled sorcerer!"

Cai Shanjun's expression changed.

A sorcerer who specializes in medicine can cure a myriad of conditions with just one talisman.

Let’s talk about a talisman that can relieve the suffering of war.

If you were cut by a knife, he would put this amulet on you. If you were shot by a gun, he would put this amulet on you. If you were hit by a stone, he would still put this amulet on you...

If you stick it on, it will not cause suppuration, it will reduce swelling and it will stop bleeding.

But sorcerers are rare to begin with, and sorcerers who practice medicine are even rarer.

It has always been easier to learn magic that can harm people invisibly, spread more widely than magic that can save people, and more people like to learn it.

If this medicine really has an effect similar to that of a talisman and can be mass-produced.

"Tianshu," Cai Shanjun said sincerely, "When I return to Kunming, I'll invite you to teach at the Military Academy. The salary is negotiable. I'll have someone recruit you as soon as possible since you've studied medicine abroad."

"Please guide them to make this medicine!"

Chu Tianshu drank two cups of tea, picked up the teapot, and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. My sect has strict rules. I'm going home in the next two days."

"you are leaving?"

Shopkeeper Ma also came over, holding a small jar of wine in his hand. No one knew where he got it from, and his face was full of surprise.

"Why is it so sudden? It's not even Kunming yet."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "This is a secret of our sect, it's hard to tell. Sorry."

Shopkeeper Ma put the jar of wine on the table and opened his mouth.

"...That's nothing. At your age, you should really go out and explore more."

Shopkeeper Ma paused and brought up another matter, "However, if you're in such a hurry to leave, what about the secret manual the Grand Commandant promised you?"

Chu Tianshu said helplessly: "If it's really too late, there's nothing we can do."

Cai Shanjun said, "It's still in time."

"If you don't leave today, you'll have time, for I mentioned it to an old friend of mine when I telegraphed yesterday."

Cai Shanjun looked outside the courtyard and said, "With his personality, he must have rushed here day and night."

"He should be able to arrive by noon today at the latest."

Chu Tianshu glanced outside the yard twice and was about to say something when he suddenly turned his head to look outside.

Shopkeeper Ma also looked in the same direction.

Even Zhong Jinqiu in the room strode out and watched with some confusion.

They all felt that an unusual aura was approaching rapidly.

To call it breath is actually not accurate.

They couldn't describe what it was, but they just felt that something was approaching.

Or, a group?
There were some surprised shouts from the guards outside the door.

Thousands of white butterflies are flying all over the sky.

It was definitely not a grayish-white moth, but a snow-white butterfly, and the texture on its clear, thin wings was like a hollow gauze window.

Cai Shanjun stood up and said with a loud laugh, "Principal Li!"

As the butterflies fluttered, a person had already walked into the regiment headquarters.

He had thick short hair, white eyebrows and beard, his skin looked as if he had been exposed to the sun frequently, and the hem of his long gown was tied at his waist.

The first principal of Yizhou Military Academy, owner of Fengchi Garden, and "White-haired Old Man" Li Genyuan.

"My General Cai, are you finally willing to come back from such a good place as the capital?"

Li Genyuan smiled and joked when they met, but his hand had already grasped Cai Shanjun's wrist.

Chu Tianshu and Shopkeeper Ma could both feel a mental power like a mountain stream flowing out from Li Genyuan.

It is not violent, not surging, but like a mountain stream, it flows endlessly.

A large number of butterflies flew up and landed on Cai Shanjun's head, eyebrows, and shoulders.

It fell on the wrist of his hand as he raised it with a smile, and on the surface of his shoe.

There is no snow today, but the butterflies have left him with white hair.

Chu Tianshu was surprised to find that the poison in Cai Shanjun was diluted by Li Genyuan and absorbed a lot by these butterflies.

In this way, the most precious medicinal ingredients in the prescription may not be needed.

The remaining poison in Cai Shanjun's body should be cured by the power of other medicines alone.

"You two must be Brother Ma and Brother Zhong."

Li Genyuan left Cai Shanjun among the group of butterflies and walked over by himself.

"After all, I am a few years older than you, so I am being arrogant and calling you two brothers."

"And this one, that must be Doctor Chu Tianshu Chu."

Li Genyuan smiled broadly, "I've heard all about you. The two best secret manuals in the Military Academy should be taught to Doctor Chu so that they can be put to good use."

He handed over two thread-bound books.

“Although these two books are copies, they are exactly the same as the original.”

Chu Tianshu took it and took a look. It was a book of magic spells with the title "Secret Blessings of Zongheng" written on it.

The other one doesn't look like a book about boxing, but more like some kind of notebook.

"A Record of Entering Shaolin".

Chu Tianshu opened the book first and saw a long paragraph in front of him.

“I have heard of Shaolin’s reputation and it is worth a visit. I put on my armor, took up my staff, and went up the mountain with my sword.

After breaking the Eighteen Arhats' formation, old monks from each hall appeared. Considering his old age, they took off their armor, discarded their sticks, and cast aside their swords.

Within 200 steps, he could defeat all the Shaolin monks with his bare hands.

The Zen Buddhism's ancestral temple has indeed exquisite boxing techniques. Unfortunately, the monks lack courage and perseverance, and there is no one here who can rival me.

Afterwards I reflected on his boxing skills and excerpted them from the book, hoping that in the future some of the Shaolin descendants would be able to learn from him if he lost the secrets and did not understand the essence of the boxing.

Asking about this boxing manual is like seeing Arhat Vajra!"

(End of this chapter)