His name is Sun Simiao, I didn't know at the time that he was a famous doctor in the capital Chang'an, and was personally recruited by the emperor himself, but he resigned and did not become a famous doctor, thinking that he was just a Tulang who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

When he was collecting medicine in the mountains, he happened to meet me who was sick and heard me chanting "blood...... Blood ......" cut his arm with a spatula and let me bleed, I frantically threw myself on his arm to suck blood, and when the blood did not flow, I bit it with my teeth, until I drank enough blood, and my mind came to my senses, at this time he had lost too much blood, his face was pale, and his anger was like a gossamer.

Of course, I couldn't just let him die like this, so in a hurry, I cut a cut on my hand with a medicine shovel and fed him my blood in turn.

Strange to say, after he drank my blood, he immediately lifted his spirits, not only did his face become ruddy, but his whole person looked a few years younger.

Since then, I have stayed with Mr. Sun, studying medicine with him while he studies how to cure my "thirst".

When I met Mr. Sun, he was already in his seventies, and in that era, living to be in his fifties was considered a long life, and his seventies were almost equivalent to his nineties now, but the strange thing is that since he drank my blood, his body has been getting better day by day, and every year is like a year.

One day in the mountains, thousands of years in the world. Rao is my blood can slow down aging, but after all, Master is still a mortal in the flesh, and after taking me as an apprentice for 70 years, he still drove to the west.

On that day, Master was sitting in the grass hut, panting, and his head was covered with sticky beads of sweat. I held Master's hand tightly and tears rained down.

The master said to me with a loving face: "Apprentice, for the teacher to know that the end is coming, you don't have to be too sad, birth, old age, sickness and death, the way of heaven dictates, as a teacher and a mortal, you will not transcend the way of heaven, but you are this idiot, for 70 years, your appearance has never changed, it really makes the teacher strange." ”

After speaking, the master took a few more breaths, and then said, "There is a fortunate thing and a regret in this life for the master, and the fortunate thing is that I met you, an idiot, and with the power of your divine blood, I have lived for more than 140 years, and finally completed the books "Mingtang Acupuncture and Moxibustion Diagram", "Qianjin Yao Fang" and "Qianjin Yifang", and I have fulfilled my lifelong wish. That regrettable thing is that I didn't cure you of that 'thirst for blood', so that you could suffer from this reincarnation and get out of the suffering of the Heavenly Dao. ”

"Master, this is all the life of a disciple, helping Master to write a book and say that it is a life, and it is also a life not to enter reincarnation, not to grow old and not to die. The apprentice also has a fortunate thing, a regretful thing, the fortunate thing is to meet the master, the master is not like the world, all regard the apprentice as a demon and evil, treat the apprentice equally, save the apprentice from fire and water, teach the apprentice to medical skills, teach the apprentice to be virtuous, the regret is that the blood of the apprentice can not help the master live forever, heaven and earth live together, can not let the apprentice always accompany the master around the ......"

"Idiot! Don't talk nonsense!" the master raised his eyebrows, "How fortunate is it for you to live forever and live together with heaven and earth? The cycle of life and death, cause and effect are all the way of heaven, and it is already a thing against heaven that you are not sick or old, nor decay nor die, is it difficult for you to let the teacher accompany you to go against the sky?"

"If you know your mistakes, don't be angry. ”

"After returning to heaven as a teacher, you will send the medical books written by your teacher all your life to the descendants of your senior brother Liu Shenwei in Chang'an Chengtai Hospital, and let them help you spread these medical books to the world to relieve the suffering of the common people. ”

The apprentice obeyed the order and handed over the medical book to the descendants of Senior Brother Liu and helped him. ”

But I saw the master shaking his head, "No, after handing over the book to the descendants of Shenwei, you will immediately find another place to escape from the world, and you must not rush into the world, otherwise if the secret of the 'divine blood' on your body is known to outsiders, you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover." ”

"Senior brother's descendants don't know?"

"Although Shenwei has to be a true teacher, medical skills, but arrogant, like fame, good officials, this is why Emperor Taizong summoned me into the palace, I refused but recommended Shenwei as an official for me, Shenwei is so, presumably his descendants will not be good-natured. Now, the Empress Wu has been in charge of the government for many years, the Wu relatives have long had the intention of rebellion, the world is about to be in chaos, although you have 'thirst for blood', but your strength (referring to strength), foot strength (referring to speed) is far beyond ordinary people, in the troubled times are enough to protect yourself, and in the troubled times there will be no one who cares about the extraordinary thing that you are not old and immortal, so you must remember, in the future, where the chaos is, where you will go, remember?"

"Write it down!" I nodded in agreement.

"Although the medical book is my painstaking work, but what the teacher values most is 'medical ethics', do you remember why the teacher named the medical book 'Qianjin'?"

"Master, you have said that the great doctor is sincere, has no desires and no desires, the rich and the poor, the young and the old, the relatives and friends, the Huayi foolishness, the universality, all of them are like the supreme, human life is the most important, and there are precious daughters. ”

Master nodded, "Disciple, you have to remember that the doctor is for the benefit of all sentient beings, but all living beings, only life and death, and there is no noble or low, even if the patient is a great traitor, he also needs to do his best to heal him, only save life and death, continue to be good and evil, punish evil and promote good, there is a court law, the law is not good, there is also the way of heaven, and cause and effect, my generation only needs to do the duty of a good doctor." ”

"I wrote it down. ”

"You go, dig a shallow pit for the teacher behind the grass house, and after the teacher goes, cover the body with a mat, take the wood as a monument, and be thrifty. ”

"Master!

"It doesn't matter, I have lived for more than 140 years for my teacher, I liked Lao Zhuang in my early years, and I participated in Buddhism in my later years. ”

I had to tearfully agree, "The disciple will obey the teacher's orders." ”

By the time I came back from digging the pit, my master, Sun Simiao, had passed away peacefully.

When I was studying medicine with Master, I knew that I would live a long, long life, so in order not to let my memories fade with the passage of time, I developed the habit of keeping a diary, because I was afraid that someone would find out my secret after the diary was lost, I learned Hui Hui from Master, and whenever something important happened around me that was worth recording, I would use Hui Su to record it.

Over time, I kept more and more diaries, and for more than a thousand years, I moved from war to war, and in the troubled times, I could throw away everything, but I kept these diaries properly.

Occasionally, some people have seen my diary, but as early as the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Hui were destroyed by the Huanggas people (the ancestors of today's Kirgiz), and the divided ministries were either sinicized or Islamized, and the Hui script became a kind of "dead script" that no one used, and even if these diaries were seen, they could not be interpreted, so for thousands of years, no one knew my secrets.

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