Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 7: Businessman, the Change of Dream
When Young Master Meng returned to the lobby, one of his hands was still covering his stomach, his face was pale and covered in sweat.

It's not just the sweat from squatting in the toilet, I was also scared.

He felt something was wrong when he squatted down. After he finished solving the problem, he looked back and was almost scared to vomit on the spot.

Some of those bugs were even one or two feet long. There were bugs in the pit toilet, but none that long.

That is what comes out of your body.

Thinking of this, he felt unwell all over and felt dizzy when walking. He wondered if there was still the food in his stomach.

The way he looked at Chu Tianshu now was no longer as a stranger with whom he could chat, but as a savior.

"Dude!"

Young Master Meng wanted to rush over and grab Chu Tianshu's hand, but when he reached the table, he felt his legs were sore and numb, as if they were bitten by ants. He had been squatting for a long time and now that he had recovered, he dared not move with his legs supporting himself, so he had to reach out and grab the wine glass.

"Thank you so much. I'm not well educated, so I can't express my gratitude in a nice way. I guess it's all in the wine."

He drank half a glass of liquor in one gulp, drinking it so quickly that his face turned a little red.

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "Sit down first. This worm has been in your body for a long time. Even if the worm is removed, you still need to take some medicine."

Young Master Meng shifted his feet and sat on the bench, still unable to suppress his excitement: "You are simply the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, amazing! Just by making such a gesture, so many bugs were killed."

In fact, many legends about Hua Tuo are about him expelling worms for people.

Young Master Meng’s experience today made him think of this legendary doctor.

"I only brought three dollars today, and I don't know how much I still owe for the consultation. When I have time, I'll go home and get the money and bring it to you."

Young Master Meng took out three dollars from his pocket, and a pile of copper coins, piled them all on the table, and pushed them towards Chu Tianshu, talking more and more excitedly.

"By the way, where do you live, old man? I must give you a plaque..."

Chu Tianshu had no choice but to raise his hand to interrupt him.

"I've been traveling a lot and haven't found a place to stay in this town yet. But seeing that the scenery here is beautiful and the people speak so nicely, I'm thinking of staying here for a while."

Chu Tianshu looked around and said, "Just book a room in this restaurant. You don't need to give me the plaque. It's fate that I can help you cure this disease."

Young Master Meng said happily, "Living here is great, great. I come here often too."

He turned to the old shopkeeper and said, "Uncle Ma, do you have any of the best rooms here? Give me one and I'll pay for it."

The old shopkeeper smiled and nodded.

Young Master Meng seemed to remember something and said, "I have some friends who get along well with me and have similar problems to mine. Brother Miracle Doctor, can you help them too..."

Young Master Meng made a gesture of drawing a talisman.

Chu Tianshu's face became more serious, and he said, "Painting is something that depends on fate. Not everyone can do it. If you have this benefit, don't mention it to others easily."

"As for your friends, you can call them over when you're free. I won't use this method. I can just diagnose their pulses and prescribe medicine, and it will still be effective."

"Annotations of Ghost Gate Witch Doctors" is divided into four parts: acupuncture, talismans, spells, and medicine.

Acupuncture and medicinal poisons both have two sides. They can save lives, but they also have a certain degree of lethality. However, medicinal poisons require too many steps to prepare, so Chu Tianshu basically does not use them.

The proportion of talismans and spells is not large, and they are not very offensive. They are almost all used to cure diseases and protect the body.

The "Xia Yi Heart and Body Protection Mantra" that Chu Tianshu often recited after having a nightmare only had the effect of calming the mind and nourishing the spirit.

The talisman I just drew for Young Master Meng is the "Internal Worm Removal Talisman" which is specifically used to expel parasites.

But even though drawing this kind of talisman only takes a moment, it consumes a lot of mental energy, which is much more taxing than throwing needles to pierce a wooden board.

The money of big investors is to be earned.

However, if I were to rely on drawing talismans to treat all the patients who came to me, it would be tiring and too ostentatious.

To kill their parasites, you should prepare medicine, boil them into soup, paste and make pills.

"I understand. I understand everything."

Young Master Meng nodded repeatedly, his voice lowered with a mysterious look on his face, "It's my good fortune that I was given this talisman. If you say anything else, you'll lose your good fortune."

Chu Tianshu raised his eyebrows and nodded.

My grandfather told me that in the old society, there were many con men who used tricks to lure people into their traps, but they couldn't show any real abilities. They would then use these kinds of statements about reducing blessings and shortening lifespans to make things confusing.

Later, when some real psychics wanted to please others, they would just use this set of rhetoric. It was indeed very convenient.

Chu Tianshu borrowed paper and pen from the shopkeeper and wrote a prescription for Young Master Meng's follow-up treatment.

He often practiced drawing talismans and had the ability to control the brush, but he was not so proficient in writing traditional Chinese characters. The quality of this paper was too poor and it was not satisfactory.

After the words were written, the ink actually spread along the impurities on the paper, growing branches and making the words rough.

Only people who are familiar with medicinal materials can identify the medicine carefully to know its name.

Who knew that Young Master Meng, watching from the side, would be surprised and say, "Brother Divine Doctor, how did you write this secret recipe so clearly?"

Chu Tianshu didn't come to his senses for a moment.

The ink is lumpy and the characters are thick and thin. Can this be called clear writing?

Young Master Meng followed up with, "If you take this to get medicine, won't the people in that pharmacy also steal your secret recipe?"

Chu Tianshu suddenly understood.

If a doctor has a truly effective prescription, he will take it very seriously and keep it secret.

A good recipe can even be a treasure that can be passed down from generation to generation, and the livelihood of several generations of the family may depend on it.

There is nothing wrong with not wanting to show off one's ancestral treasures to others easily. However, it is a pity that those that have been passed down from generation to generation without any changes can neither be communicated nor improved, and may be lost at the slightest disturbance.

"It doesn't matter if I learn it."

Chu Tianshu thought for a moment and said, "This is for your lungs. The dosage is not heavy. If someone learns this and gives it to a patient with similar symptoms, even if it's not completely effective, it won't cause any harm."

"I'll write you another anti-worm prescription, but make it lighter. If anyone wants to read it or even copy it, please feel free to do so."

"There are probably quite a few people suffering from insect diseases in this area. It wouldn't be a bad thing to have more people who can treat them."

Parasitic diseases often have the characteristics of cluster outbreaks, and the reproduction of worm eggs in an area is not isolated.

If the recipe becomes known, many people may benefit from it in the future.

Chu Tianshu thought about his small actions and felt relieved if they could lead to such a great thing.

"Brother, not only is your medical skill excellent, but your heart is also like that of a bodhisattva."

Young Master Meng understood what he meant and showed admiration. He paused and said, "If you really want to pass on these secret recipes, instead of letting those pharmacies learn them, why not buy them from me? I can discuss a buyout or dividends."

"Those pharmacies don't have much capital, and the smaller the capital, the shorter their vision. They're inevitably eager for quick success and instant benefits. Once they get a prescription, they treasure it very much. The same herbs, if combined to resemble the ones on the prescription, will probably cost more than ten times as much. They only supply it to the wealthy."

When Young Master Meng talked about business, his eyes widened a little. He had been pale and timid just now, looking awed and nervous, but now he sat upright with his head raised, exuding an extraordinary spirit.

"If I were to run this secret recipe, with the capital of our Meng family, we would have the opportunity to adopt the path of small profits but quick turnover and expand this business."

"Then we'll make a lot of money, and the miracle doctor will be able to get more patients to take this medicine as he wishes. It's the best of both worlds!"

Chu Tianshu was a little surprised and said with a smile: "I just said that I don't mind the recipe being passed on to others. Then you can just not tell me directly and plan this business in secret. Why bother to spend money to buy the recipe from me again?"

Young Master Meng said frankly, "If I were to damage my relationship with the genius doctor over such a small matter, that would not be a wise move."

After hearing this, Chu Tianshu began to look at the fat man in front of him with a new respect.

He chose Young Master Meng in the lobby not only because he was obviously ill, but also because his appearance and demeanor gave him a "rich and clear" temperament, so he would be more willing to pay him.

Now it seems that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Any patient you pick at random is a smart person who can quickly smell business opportunities while being sick.

"It sounds like a good idea, but there's no need to rush it."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "After you gather these herbs, check them for me. After seeing their properties, test their efficacy. Only then can we discuss business and expand our business."

"By the way, my name is Chu Tianshu. What's your full name, brother?"

Young Master Meng raised his glass and said with a smile, "My humble name is Meng Shuangjiang."

After a while, Meng Shuangjiang got the prescription and said goodbye.

The waiter came over and wanted to take Chu Tianshu to see the room.

Chu Tianshu said he would wait and see in the evening, and ordered two roast chickens, which he wrapped in oil paper, tied with a thin hemp rope, and left the restaurant with it in his hand.

It's still morning, so don't waste the daylight hours.

According to the introduction of the token, if Chu Tianshu accumulates enough energy in the luck column to reach a certain level, he will be able to return to his hometown.

But the most troublesome thing about this so-called "certain standard" is that there is no specific way to quantify it.

Therefore, although Chu Tianshu knew that this place was in a dangerous era of war, he had to consider staying in this town for a long time.

Take advantage of the day to familiarize yourself with the town's appearance and find a suitable place to practice.

"Meng Shuangjiang's suggestion is good. If he can really make this business work, I'll just have a look at how much progress the Qishu column has made..."

Chu Tianshu was walking on the road, thinking about these things in his mind. He stopped in front of some vendors' stalls and did not forget to ask people about what Young Master Meng did in his daily life.

These people had a surprisingly consistent impression of Young Master Meng: he was a greedy young master from a wealthy family, but he was also quite kind.

Some talkative stall owners would turn the topic to Young Master Meng's father after just a few words.

His father was no ordinary man. It was said that his family was poor in the early years, and he entered the dyeing workshop as an apprentice before he was ten years old. He was diligent and intelligent, and married into the family of his daughter-in-law in his teens, inheriting the dyeing workshop. It was said that this man had been to the capital, to Jiaozhi, and traveled extensively, seeing the new cloth of foreigners, and then he built his own factory.

There are several wealthy families in the town. Other families like to call their boss "master", but his family either calls him "boss" or "factory director".

It is said that Lao Meng likes to hear foreign-sounding names like factory director.

However, there are also some strange rumors.

It is said that Director Meng once came back and brought back a woman from Jiaozhi. Originally, his family already had two sons and three daughters. Not long after this Jiaozhi woman came into the family, four of them died one after another, and his first wife also died, leaving only Young Master Meng as the only child.

Everyone was saying that this Jiaozhi woman had brought trouble to her husband's family, and some were even saying that the woman was a ghost or a witch, not a human being.

Director Meng also suffered from a strange disease and was almost dying. Fortunately, a powerful wizard from the provincial capital passed by and captured the witch, finally restoring peace to the Meng family.

When Chu Tianshu heard about someone who was suspected to be a colleague, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"That's a great monk..."

"That's not right. He's clearly a Taoist priest, but he looks like the old immortal in the painting."

"I heard it was a powerful witch. Although she saved the Meng family, she also extorted them cruelly. That's why the Meng family rarely mentioned that benefactor in recent years..."

When Chu Tianshu heard such big differences in everyone's descriptions, he knew that he would not be able to find out anything useful.

He continued walking along the street, carrying the roast chicken.

The entire town has only one east-west road, paved with lime and gravel, which is wide enough for two carriages to pass by.

The road surface has been tamped flat by people, cars, and animals for so many years that it is harder than stone.

The east end of the road leads to a large field.

The west side of the road leads to the river bank.

The river was not very wide, but the water flowed very fast. There was a bluestone bridge across the river. I don't know how many years it had been there, but the railings were damaged in some places.

After crossing the bridge, even if you are out of the town, there is a large bamboo forest on the other side of the bridge and there is no good road.

I heard that people from the town only go there when bamboo shoots are available or when large bamboos are needed to build stilt houses.

After crossing the bridge, Chu Tianshu saw that the forest was full of bamboos as thick as human legs and broken bamboo stumps as big as bowls.

Thick bamboo leaves were spread on the ground, and people's footsteps made a rustling sound.

When the sunlight from the sky shines through the gaps in the bamboo forest, it seems to be tainted with the fresh scent of the bamboo forest.

“What a great place to practice!”

Chu Tianshu felt relaxed and happy. He reached out and patted a big bamboo tree next to him, then looked up to find a sturdy bamboo branch and hung the roast chicken on it.

The branches bent under the weight and the oil-paper bag swayed slightly.

The figures among the bamboo forest began to sway at a faster speed.

"Qi Jia Lao Tong Bei" originally includes many sets of training methods, such as running and dodging, and practicing boxing in a large and unrestrained venue.

Being confined in a room, moving like a monkey, jumping off tables and onto the ground, and avoiding tables and chairs while bending and stretching, this is also a kind of.

After the optimization of the boxing manual deduction, the content is more detailed.

Chu Tianshu was practicing boxing in this bamboo forest full of obstacles, using the latter method.

There is a sense of improvisation in the movement of the body, but the use of force in the limbs, observation with the eyes, and coordination of the hands and feet are all based on the feeling of the boxing manual, pursuing the correct state in the mind.

His figure swayed back and forth, up and down, moving left and right. When his right forehead was about to hit the bamboo, he suddenly turned back.

The steps are extremely tortuous, but the strength in the hands and feet is getting smoother and smoother.

Once the force is smooth, the speed will increase.

If one can show the momentum of a full sprint while moving in such complex terrain, then this boxing style has really reached the level of perfection.

There was no one to disturb me in the woods, and my cell phone and alarm clock were not with me.

However, the sore muscles caused by the constant tempering of strength and the hunger rising in his stomach would remind Chu Tianshu of the changes in time.

As the sun set in the west, he chewed the crispy chicken bones in his mouth, crumpled the empty oil paper in his hand into a ball, walked quickly across the stone bridge, and hurried to the Lao Ma Restaurant.

The effect of this boxing technique in stimulating the stomach and intestines was a little too good. He ate a table full of six dishes and a bowl of soup for dinner, then went to the toilet before checking his room.

The Lao Ma Restaurant is quite large. There is a lobby building in the front to accommodate diners, and a courtyard in the back. On the left and right sides are the kitchen and warehouse. There is a side door next to the warehouse that leads to the outside of the courtyard wall, which is a toilet.

There is another building behind the courtyard, which is divided into several rooms and is where the hotel is located.

The room is not too big, but the layout is very reasonable. You can see it as soon as you open the door. The window is on the north side and the bed is on the right side, which is the east side.

There is a wooden frame next to the bed, shaped like a tall and thin chair with a backrest. Clothes can be hung on the top. The wooden grid of the "backrest" is used to hang towels, and the position corresponding to the "chair surface" is where the washbasin is placed.

There is a square table and two square stools in the western half of the open space.

The bedding was new and the waiter also brought a bucket of hot water.

After Chu Tianshu washed up, he locked the door, turned off the lights and went to bed.

He just lay in bed for a long time without closing his eyes.

He hadn't been able to take the effective medicine the whole day today, so he was sure to have nightmares at night, and the experiences in the dreams would most likely be even worse.

Although it is said that the vigorous blood and qi can offset the adverse effects of nightmares, it is obvious that there will not be such great progress in just one day's efforts.

When Chu Tianshu thought of this, he was actually reluctant to fall asleep.

"But if we start to try to stay awake, it will be even worse!"

Chu Tianshu secretly hardened himself, closed his eyes, stretched out his hands from head to chest, massaged several acupoints that help sleep, and his arms gradually relaxed and lay flat.

The sky was gray and a light rain was falling.

Chu Tianshu, wearing a thin shirt, strolled on the damp wasteland, looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a dark yellow flashed in the grass, and a weasel jumped out, squeaking strangely and biting his leg.

Chu Tianshu was startled and his upper body swayed to the side, with his hips raised and his toes hooked upwards.

The whole leg popped out like a taut bamboo and kicked the weasel.

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The weasel was kicked away by him, making a strange cry and falling far into the water.

"Ok?"

Chu Tianshu looked at the splashing water in the river with a surprised expression and pressed his chest.

He knew that this was a dream. As his psychic skills became more and more advanced, he could make the originally disordered dreams more and more logical.

There was a time in the past when I had dreams in which I was bitten by a wolf first, then trampled by a cow the next moment, and suddenly fell down in a cave. It made no sense at all.

Now that his dreams had logic, he could at least avoid those obvious holes and black pits.

However, when faced with the birds of prey, wild beasts, ugly monsters, and poisonous snakes in his dreams, he still couldn't help but feel panicked and could only choose to escape, which at most could only prolong the time of his escape.

He was obviously not afraid of those things in reality, but he couldn't suppress the panic in his dream.

But today seems a little different.

I was just a little scared just now, not that kind of continuous panic.

"Could it be that as long as one taps into the awakened side of a warrior, one can at least retain the spirit of resistance in dreams?"

Chu Tianshu's eyes lit up.

At night, the light in Manager Ma's room was still on.

He poured a glass of medicinal wine, picked up a book and sipped it slowly, when he suddenly heard a faint sound of laughter in his sleep coming from a room not far away.

Is it the young man who just came into town during the day?

"It's good to be young. You can be happy even in your dreams."

Shopkeeper Ma shook his head, closed the book and turned off the light.

The next morning, the two met in the corridor, and Shopkeeper Ma asked.

"You must have had a good dream last night. I could hear you laughing from my end."

"Ah, did I laugh?"

Chu Tianshu drank up all the water in his room and came out with an empty kettle to look for water. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I didn't have any good dreams. I fought with many beasts and was strangled to death by a python."

Shopkeeper Ma looked at his smile and couldn't believe it at all: "How can you be happy just like that?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Chu Tianshu stopped explaining, shook his head, and went to the kitchen to get water with a smile.

Although there were still countless monsters in his nightmares, he broke out in sweats at night, and still felt some phantom pain when he woke up, he was able to resist normally and clearly, and was so panicked that he couldn't do anything to resist.

These two feelings are completely different.

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