Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

As Master Konghui picked up the purple clay teapot and poured boiling water over the Longjing tea, the entire Zen temple was filled with the aura of spring thunder breaking through the earth.

He poured himself another half cup of tea, letting the steam condense in front of him. Some things become clearer the more you try to see them clearly, so it's better to let nature take its course and observe from afar, which will make things clearer.

"It is this old monk who has overstepped his bounds."

Yang Jianwu waved his hand, "Master Konghui, it's not that I'm unwilling to tell you, it's just that there are too many obscure words involved, and I'm worried that you might not understand even if I did."

Master Konghui smiled slightly and slowly said, "I have read extensively since childhood and can be considered to have some talent."

Over the years, I have traveled all over the country, seen many people and things, and have gained a certain understanding of all things in the world.

So, young friend, there's no need to worry; please speak freely. I'm quite interested in the obscure words you've used.

Yang Jianwu's eyes darted around as he pondered how to dampen Kong Hui's arrogance.

"Master Konghui, do you know what salt is?"

Master Konghui nodded. "Of course I know."

Yang Jianwu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and continued to ask, "Then do you know about sodium salts, barium salts, strontium salts, and copper salts?"

Master Konghui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, looking completely bewildered, "..."

Yang Jianwu was secretly delighted, thinking, "Watch how I burn your CPU dry!"

His face showed a worried expression. "What about the oxidizing agent, the light-enhancing agent, and the colorant?"

"Coloring agent..."

Master Konghui pursed her lips. Colorant, as the name suggests, should be…

"A coloring agent??"

"More or less, but not just referring to the medicine..."

Ignoring Master Konghui's furrowed brow, which looked like it had caught a fly, Yang Jianwu continued, "Then do you know..."

……

"...loudness, gas volume?"

Master Konghui offered a dry guess: "Loudness is probably the same as the volume of a sound, right?"

……

"Including potassium nitrate, potassium chlorate, and potassium perchlorate?"

Sora was completely bewildered...

……

"Magnesium powder, aluminum powder???"

"This old monk does not know..."

……

Blah blah blah, here come several more sets of proper nouns...

Master Konghui finally surrendered, admiring him from the bottom of his heart, his eyes filled with praise.

These are some of the most obscure terms I've never even heard of before, let alone known them.

"Young friend Yang is truly learned and knowledgeable in both ancient and modern times."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jianwu quickly waved his hand and laughed, "Haha~~ Not at all, Master, you flatter me."

She picked up the milk tea in front of her, drank it all in one gulp, and then smacked her lips in satisfaction, "Mmm, this milk tea tastes really good!"

Master Konghui chuckled. The person in front of him was still just a little girl after all. One second she was exuding an aura of power, and the next second she was showing her true colors.

Yang Jianwu subtly shifted her slightly sore bottom. "Master, shall we continue the game?"

Even after finishing the super-sized bucket of tuna, I'm still not full. I've had some vegetarian food from the temple, so I'll have to go get some later.

Upon seeing this, Master Konghui couldn't help but laugh, and even seemed somewhat expectant.

He gently picked up a black piece and placed it on the chessboard, the prayer beads in his hand making a clear sound as he tapped them.

"Everything has a beginning and an end, young friend, please make your move."

Yang Jianwu picked up a white stone and placed it directly on the "Tengen" position without hesitation.

The moment the piece fell, it was like a thunderbolt, causing sparks to fly from the sandalwood incense burner.

Chess is like life, and also like a battlefield.

In the silent game of chess, the strategies of both sides flow and extend at their fingertips, with each move concealing a hidden secret.

"Master, you are too kind!!"

Master Konghui stared blankly at the chessboard before him, having already made his prediction, but he did not expect the outcome to come so quickly.

Black pieces are like mountains, heavy but lacking in flexibility; white pieces are like water, extremely soft yet extremely hard.

At the end, the water overflowed the mountains, and yin and yang were reversed.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Gaining the right people brings peace, losing them brings danger. Your Majesty... has ultimately misjudged us."

“I address you as Master Konghui out of respect. Your friendship with him does not mean you can betray me!”

As Yang Jianwu spoke, he clenched his fists, the sound of his bones cracking conveying a clear threat.

Master Konghui looked helpless. "Hehe~ If I were to betray young friend Yang, Anguo Temple would probably be struck by lightning today."

"Master Konghui is a wise man; I hope he will continue to maintain this!"

Yang Jianwu got up and stretched his stiff muscles.

"By the way, what's available for food in the dining hall today?"

"What a coincidence! There's something your little friend likes: boiled fermented soybeans."

Master Konghui chuckled and said, "To commemorate your life-saving grace back then, this old monk has specially ordered that the vegetarian restaurant retain boiled beans and milk."

Yang Jianwu's expression froze, realizing something was wrong...

菽乳 is tofu. When I first met Master Konghui, I was in the process of losing my baby teeth. At that time, I had lost two teeth and the rest of my teeth were loose, so I could only eat soft and mushy foods.

Master Konghui asked her what she liked to eat.

She made up the name "bean curd" on the spot, but she never expected that Master Konghui would remember it for so many years!

Honestly, the taste of that boiled bean curd dish is still fresh in my mind. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "watery soup".

The entire dish was made with water as a base, the fermented beans had a strong beany taste, the only seasoning used was salt, the proportions of the broth and vegetables were severely unbalanced, and only a few chopped green onions were added on top just before serving.

It's neither soup nor a dish; at least those few scallions could have been fried in oil to add some flavor, right?

It's a long story...

Before leaving, I left a vegetarian menu for the temple. The young monk in charge of the dining hall was quite quick-witted and managed to make a name for himself with the vegetarian dishes.

Even today, many dignitaries who offer incense and pray for blessings will make a special trip to the vegetarian dining hall for a meal, which has also provided the temple with an additional source of income.

"Um... I don't like it right now..."

Yang Jianwu was about to refuse, but before she could finish speaking, she heard a rapid flapping of wings coming from the treetops.

The sound grew louder as it approached, like a sudden storm sweeping towards them.

Upon hearing the sound, Master Konghui looked up and saw a ball of grayish-brown feathers swooping down, its beak sharp and its eyes like iron hooks—it was an eagle!

Just as he was about to collide with Yang Jianwu, Master Konghui cried out in alarm, "Young friend Yang, be careful!!"

"Wow—"

Eagle Baby flapped its wings and darted into Yang Jianwu's arms like lightning, not forgetting to give Master Konghui a stupid look.

Master Konghui was stunned by this sudden scene. His eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.

"Chirp chirp~~"

At this moment, Yingbao was completely different, obediently curling up into a ball, cute and adorable, a stark contrast to its previous raptor image!

"An eagle...an eagle has become a spirit?!!"

Yang Jianwu smiled and patted Yingbao's little head, pinched Yingbao's little feet, and greeted Master Konghui.

"Let's get to know it, its name is Yingbao."

Master Konghui watched Yang Jianwu interact affectionately with the eagle, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and was filled with admiration.

The Xipan people love horses, and some tribes train falcons for hunting. The falconers need to wear arm guards and leather gloves to prevent scratches.

Yang Xiaoyou is the first person to directly take action like this.