Chapter 410 Who doesn’t have some extraordinary skills?

"I have been out for quite some time, it's time for me to go back and take a look." Murong Ji walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, said goodbye, and went down the mountain.

Xue Zhongrui stood in front of the gate of Yuchan Palace, watching Murong Ji go down the mountain. Suddenly, he saw a man climbing up the mountain step by step, and happened to pass by Murong Ji.

Xue Zhongrui's face instantly darkened. He snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to the man. He turned and entered the Taoist temple, and went straight into the Sutra Library. After a quick glance, he was stunned to find that half of the books inside were extra!
They are all books written on rice paper and strung together with paper string.

Xue Zhongrui came to his senses, walked up to the front and took a look, and gasped. Some of them were interpretations and annotations of the scriptures, and some were rare ancient books.

There were also some scriptures and viewpoints that he had never heard of before, as if they were not from this world!
Xue Zhongrui put the book back, took a deep breath, said nothing, and walked out the door.

After Murong Ji returned to the company, there were many backlogs that needed to be dealt with urgently, and projects and factories needed to be continued.

He was not worried about any problems after being away for so long and not caring about anything. With the support of the Ren family and the watchful eyes of Nadutong, no one would be so blind.

After finishing all the work, Murong Ji let out a long sigh of relief.

Not long after I rested, Qu Tong called.

Murong Ji was still a little dazed. Counting the time, the two of them hadn't spoken on the phone for more than ten days. Their feelings were fading little by little, which was what Murong Ji wanted to see.

They are not the same kind of people. If one of them doesn't make concessions, they won't be together. If it were the Jiang Nanxi of the past, it would be possible.

Murong Ji, he can't lower his head to someone he doesn't love.

"Hey."

"Husband, can you help me save someone?"

……

Not long after Murong Ji stood under the media building of Xingyao Society, Qu Tong's car stopped in front of Murong Ji.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Qu Tong stepped on the accelerator and rushed out without waiting for anything to say.

It was very quiet along the way, and the two seemed to have nothing to say to each other.

Murong Ji looked out the car window, quietly pondering Bai Yuchan's martial arts manuals. It was a bit difficult to restore the Heaven-stealing Immortal.

"Hubby, that..."

Murong Ji turned his head and wanted to hear what Qu Tong had to say, but when he saw that she had shut her mouth, he did not ask any more questions.

Thinking of Jiang Beibei, he asked, "Where's Beibei? Is he practicing diligently?"

Qu Tong opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, "Beibei is doing fine. I hired someone to take care of her."

Murong Ji remained silent. Both of them were successful in their careers now, but it was difficult for them to return to the harmonious and dependent feeling they had before.

Murong Ji nodded and slowly exhaled, [It's just fate. ]

After several years of contact, how could Qu Tong's love not stir his heart? The one who is loved is always happy.

"arrive."

When I came to my senses, the car stopped in front of a Cantonese residence.

Cantonese architecture is different from the courtyard houses in the north. Most of it has a comb-style layout and three-room-two-corridor courtyards, or a flat grid layout.

That is what we often call a courtyard with several entrances, divided into a main gate and a second gate.

Following Qu Tong into the courtyard, there was a Cantonese-style rockery. After entering the inner courtyard, Murong Ji smelled a burst of medicinal fragrance, which smelled very good.

In the past, families who prepared Chinese medicine all year round would have this smell at home, and some people even judged the inheritance and skills of this medical lineage based on the smell.

Nowadays, Traditional Chinese Medicine is weak and it is almost impossible to find such a family of doctors.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, which are actually four ways of diagnosing illness. Just the one of 'auscultation' has many details to pay attention to.

Everyone has their own unique taste.

For example, the smell of prostitutes, the intercourse between men and women, and the mixed smells. If someone is engaged in this industry, they will have a special smell after a long time.

'Scholarly air', 'smell of wine and meat', 'poor air', 'Buddhist and Taoist air', etc., these are all manifestations of a person's odor, and now they are more used to describe temperament.

In fact, temperament is the expression of smell, which is changed one by one through lifestyle, work and rest habits, etc.

All the masters can tell who you are just by passing by you.

Murong Ji glanced at the closed houses on both sides. The smell of medicine coming from inside was the heaviest. When he entered the main house, a deadly aura hit him in the face.

Murong Ji's face darkened and he knew that the person in the house would not live long.

When I walked into the inner room, I saw an old woman, leaning on the bed, her face covered with a handkerchief, barely breathing. She heard the noise and said slowly, "You're here."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. He could sense that the soul strength of this old woman was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. She was at least several blocks ahead of Xue Zhongrui.

You must know that the Quanzhen lineage is the best in the world in terms of methods of spiritual cultivation. Even the major lineages such as Shangqing and Zhengyi cannot compare with it.

"I'll find someone to treat you." "Huh? Haha! Hahaha, find someone to treat me! What a joke." The old woman laughed so hard that she was out of breath, and she was afraid that she would run out of breath and die.

"Even if you invite Wang Zizhong here, you can't save me..."

As she spoke, the old woman took off the handkerchief from her face and turned to look at Murong Ji.

What kind of face is that? The facial features are confused, one ear is on the top of the head hidden in the hair, the other is on the side of the chin, the nose is twisted, the mouth is upright, and the eyes are all over the place.

A hand grew out of Zhou's neck. Looking at the body covered with a quilt underneath, one could tell without lifting the quilt that the limbs were also grown in a mess.

Murong Ji glanced at her indifferently. He knew without checking that her internal organs and meridians were also chaotic and complicated.

This memory monster that is not in line with common sense exists so naturally in front of him at this moment.

Qu Tong looked unhappy. She glanced at Murong Ji and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had no expression on his face. She walked forward and complained, "Why did you become like this again? Didn't I just help you sort it out a few days ago?"

As he was speaking, Qu Tong sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the quilt. A hideous body appeared in front of Murong Ji, which was a bit disgusting.

"You, do you dislike me? Hahaha, I knew it... humans are the ugliest and most disgusting creatures! Hahaha!"

Qu Tong ignored the old woman's sarcasm and rubbed her body back to its original position bit by bit, until she looked like a human being. Then she covered her with the quilt again and made room for her.

Murong Ji sat beside the bed, feeling the old woman's pulse. His true Qi slowly pulsed and probed into the old woman's meridians.

The old woman stopped cursing and stared at Murong Ji in a daze, but her heart was surging, "Boy, your Qi is quite unique."

"The Quanzhen Sect has a profound foundation." Murong Ji retracted his hand and looked at the old woman's body, which was covered with a thin layer of sticky sweat because of his true energy.

He took out a tissue, wiped his hands, then threw the paper into the trash can, turned around and walked out the door.

"Boy! Aren't you going to tell me the result? You're just going to keep an old woman like me hanging?!!"

Murong Ji turned his head and took a look, "No hope, just wait to die!"

"Bah! You little bastard! You are showing off your skills in front of an expert! When I was treating patients and saving lives, you didn't even know where you were..."

Murong Ji pretended not to hear the scolding behind him. He stood in the yard in silence for a long time before looking at the rooms on both sides.

He was very curious about what kind of herbs were inside.

He walked over and pushed open the door of the left room. Looking around, he saw rows of medicine shelves, and on the shelves were sandalwood boxes.

This method was used in ancient imperial palaces to store precious medicinal materials, and the sandalwood boxes were all specially treated.

In ancient times, medicines were divided into raw medicines and cooked medicines.

Crude drugs are the raw materials of medicines. Most of them are dried in the shade. Extremely precious medicinal materials will be placed in jade boxes or stone boxes, sealed with special wax, and kept in a cool and dry place.

The storage of ginseng is a typical example. Some medicines are limited by conditions and can only be used as needed.

Cooked medicines are finished medicines. Don’t think that the ancients only knew how to make decoctions. Pills, cakes, powders, etc. are all ways to store finished medicines, but they don’t know how to store medicines in liquid form.

The boxes in front of Murong Ji are boxes for storing raw herbs.

These medicine storage systems were perfected during the Northern Song Dynasty, and later dynasties almost all implemented them according to that set of standards.

Murong Ji looked at it one by one. There was a label on the box with beautiful handwriting. "It's written in a very good handwriting."

The other room was filled with all kinds of western medicines and many technological products, which really broadened Murong Ji's horizons.

Murong Ji suddenly thought that the manufacturing method of Western medicine has something in common with alchemy, which is nothing more than purification and accelerated absorption.

But he still felt that elixirs were better, as a elixir recipe contained more than just one medicinal effect.

"Boy, you've learned a lot! Do you want me to show you my skills?!"

Murong Ji turned around and saw the old woman standing at the door, looking at him curiously. "Are you Duanmu Ying?"

Duanmu Ying, these three words made the old woman tremble all over, and her eyes looking at Murong Ni instantly became sharp, "Are you here for Shuangquan Hands!?"

Before Murong Ji could speak, the old woman's figure had already appeared in front of Murong Ji, and there was a sound of "bang".

Murong Ji flew backwards several meters before he managed to steady himself.

The old woman stood there motionless, looking at him gloomily. She said in a deep voice: "The magic weapon is good, are you Ma Benzai's apprentice?!"

Murong Ji still ignored him and looked up. He saw Qu Tong had been standing at the door without him knowing when, blocking it.

Murong Ji smiled, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

He subconsciously adjusted his Taoist hat, but felt nothing. Then he realized that he was no longer the Taoist Taiqing, and he had never worn a crown in this life.

He exhaled slowly, "Ma Benzai, the master of the Divine Machine, Duan Muying, the master of the Double Hands, what else is there? The Eight Wonders?"

"Who doesn't have some extraordinary skills?" Murong Ji murmured to himself in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)