Chapter 12 The Four Medical Classics

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"Grandpa~" Su Yong pulled Wang Yao in and shouted at the empty palace.

Compared with the opulence outside, this palace does not live up to its name, without any gold, silver and precious stones, all of which are stone carved buildings, carved with various intricate and obscure patterns.

But it's still that old-fashioned.

“& amp; amp; amp; amp;…… & amp; amp; amp; amp;%& amp; amp; amp; amp;*¥" A somewhat old voice responded to Su Yong's shout.

Wang Yao followed the sound and saw that a stone door of the palace was pushed open, and an old man in a monk's robe walked out.

Dressed in a monk's robe, the old man had waist-length gray hair, which was woven into a strange French style at the back of his head, and his old face was as old as tree bark with a calm color, but his voice was high and loud, speaking in a language that Wang Yao did not understand.

The old man approached and glanced at Wang Yao, frowned slightly and pulled Su Yong to his side, as if he had reprimanded him.

Su Yong spit out his pink tongue cutely.

"You're here to learn from the scriptures?" the old man asked, turning his head to look at Wang Yao.

"Ah, you, hello. Wang Yao hurriedly bowed, not knowing what to call it.

"You brought a dzi with you?" the old man looked at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao was stunned, took out a dzi from his bag, and after meeting Su Yong, Wang Yao took a dzi and the Nine Phoenix Heavenly Eye Stone back from Danba Nima's neck.

The old man looked at the dzi and shook his head.

Wang Yao was also surprised to find that the light here was so dim, and a glance of the dzi did not emit any brilliance.

"What are you going to do with the Four Medical Classics?" the old man asked as he looked at Wang Yao.

"Treat my godmother. Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

"What disease? Medicine is so advanced now. The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke with a Beijing accent.

"It's Xiben. Wang Yao said.

"Xi Ben?" the old man muttered, frowning as if wondering what this disease was, and finally shook his head, "What disease? ”

"A kind of lung, with modern medicine, is the advanced stage of lung cancer. Wang Yao pursed his lips and said.

"How can you treat terminal cancer?" the old man frowned and waved his hand, "Isn't this nonsense?"

"It can be cured, as long as you can find a trace of conditioning from the "Four Medical Classics". Wang Yao said firmly.

"Have you read the Four Medical Codex?" the old man looked at Wang Yao with a smile.

Wang Yaoleng paused for a moment and shook his head, "No." ”

"Then how do you know that there are means in it?" the old man's tone suddenly increased, and he seemed to be a little annoyed, "You don't even know what that book is, so you rashly venture here to seek death?"

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his lips and said in a deep voice, "Please borrow it from your venerable, Mr. Big told me that you can borrow it." ”

"Mr. Great, is that his name now?" the old man muttered, frowning, "to show you, you won't understand." ”

Although he muttered, the old man turned around and led Wang Yao into a stone door.

Entering the stone door, a fragrance of books and slips came to his face, Wang Yao's expression was stagnant, in this stone door, the walls were hollowed out and piled up with countless books, as well as various thangka painting scrolls.

"It's all here. The old man pointed angrily to the book in the room.

Wang Yaoleng paused for a moment and looked at the old man.

"Yes, it's all here. The old man nodded, "The "Ju Xi" handed down by the generations of Bon sages and ruopu for 8,000 years are all here. ”

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "Didn't the Buddha Xinrao Miwo say that there are only one hundred and fifty-eight volumes?"

"Have you really seen it?" the old man frowned and looked at Wang Yao.

"I heard that. Wang Yao said.

"If you're looking for that one, that's what it's on the table. The old man pointed to a pile of cloth scrolls on the stone table in the room, "Xinrao Miwo's Yongzhong Bon is not the same religion as our Bon, Bon is at least four thousand years earlier than his Yongzhong, and among the civilizations recorded in history, Bon and Zhangzhung are second only to the current five major civilizations. ”

Wang Yao's heart sank, he bowed to the old man, walked to the first stone frame on the left hand side and began to look.

The old man was a little surprised, he didn't expect Wang Yao to be able to distinguish the order, now Tibetan Buddhism is used to start from the right, clockwise, only the primitive Bon is from left to right.

In fact, Wang Yao just saw the words on the stone frame clearly.

Wang Yao found that he could recognize the characters on the book by learning the Xiangxiong characters, but he could not understand the meaning, which made Wang Yao a little distressed.

If the sentence doesn't make sense, you can't understand the meaning, how can this be translated?

Wang Yao read a volume, and finally put the backpack on the ground, took out the paper and pen he brought from it, and began to sharpen the inkstone, thinking about the meaning of these words put together while grinding the inkstone.

The characters are divided into languages, and Chinese characters and Zhangxiong characters are not cognate characters, so even if Wang Yao knows the meaning of a single word, it is difficult to find out the meaning of the sentences, because he has to figure out the thinking patterns of the people who created these words, and when they created these words, so that he can try to understand these words.

What words really carry is not just a record, but an extended way of thinking, and these are the real power of words.

Seeing Wang Yao sitting on the ground thinking about grinding inkstones, the old man and Su Yong were stunned, and glanced at each other, Su Yong frowned and hugged the old man's arm, and said something with his lips, the old man glanced at Wang Yao, shook his head, and walked out of the stone house.

"Grandpa, why don't you help him?" Su Yong chased him out, grabbed the old man and said angrily.

"I'm not letting him read a book. The old man hammered himself on the shoulder.

Su Yong's eyes lit up, and he obediently knocked on the old man's shoulder and said coquettishly, "But people are here to ask for a prescription, grandpa, you must know." ”

"There are no prescriptions in there, they are all pharmacology, the ancestors did not understand herbal medicine before, and the herbs on the plateau are not as rich as they are in the Central Plains. The old man shook his head helplessly, "All that is recorded above are some medical records, some stories, and some assumptions. ”

"Huh?" Su Yong was stunned, pursed the corners of his mouth, and there was some worry between his eyebrows, "That can't cure the disease." ”

"It can be cured. The old man nodded, "Cancer was the most common disease in ancient times, because of inadequate nutritional intake, unhygienic and cross-infection, there were many more cancers in ancient times than now." ”

The old man paused, "But the methods of the ancients are not the same as now, the men of the Xiangxiong tribe can shine all over their bodies when they become adults, and their naked bodies remain warm in winter, and they can fight bears with their strength, and now people can do it?"

Su Yong's movements froze.

"The wisdom of the predecessors, the descendants can only figure out one or two, but it is too difficult to repeat it. The old man sighed, "Today's people have only survived for thousands of years? The living conditions of human beings in prehistory were a thousand times more difficult than now, and these civilizations are all treasures, if you can really peek a little, it will be enough to benefit the world." ”

"But didn't grandpa also say that the ancients liked to record exaggerated. Su Yong muttered.

The old man rolled his eyes, "But you can't deny it." ”

"So, there's still a way inside, right?" Su Yong raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slyly.

"Don't try to fool me. The old man snorted lightly and threatened, "Don't mess up when you see a strange man, people outside will eat people." ”

"Grandpa lied to me. Su Yong pursed his lips coquettishly, "Little brother said that no one eats people at all." ”

"Do you tell others if you eat people?" the old man glared, "There are no bones left of the people who have been eaten." ”

"Hmph. Su Yongjiao snorted.

"Also, just now they all ran out, is it that the golden mastiff has returned?" asked the old man.

"Yes, it's quite big, and the mage has raised it very well. Su Yong bent his eyes and smiled.

"The golden mastiff is unknown. The old man shook his head and muttered, took out a strange beast bone from his sleeve robe, prayed twice and threw it on the ground, frowning at the pattern of the beast bones.

Shaking his head, he entered another stone room.

.............

Wang Yao translated all the words on the bamboo slips on the paper in order, trying to see if he could find some rules and slowly explore them from these rules.

Because Zhangxiong doesn't have many characters, it only adds up to nine hundred and twenty.

There is a high chance of repetition, and in these repeated word arrangements, it may be possible to decipher.

Translation and speculation require a lot of imagination, and it is necessary to completely put aside one's original cognition and understanding of words, and fully immerse yourself in this mysterious unknown, mainly to grasp a trace of inspiration, and you can open another door.

Just when Wang Yao was pondering, Su Yong, who was holding a strange bronze artifact, walked in, looking at Wang Yao who was frowning and looking cold, Su Yong froze, Wang Yao was a very gentle feeling all the way, this kind of cold and serious made her a little uncomfortable.

"Little brother. Su Yong put the things beside Wang Yao and whispered.

"Huh?" Wang Yao came back from his contemplation and turned his head to look at Su Yong, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"This one is drunk. Su Yong pointed to the things he brought and said.

"Thank you. Wang Yao grinned gratefully.

"Then you keep trying. Su Yong looked at Wang Yao's smile, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and he got up and waved his hand in a bit of a hurry.

"That's right, Miss Su Yong. Wang Yao stopped her.

"What's wrong?" Su Yong pursed his lips and turned his head.

"What did you mean by the phone when you came?" Wang Yao wanted to ask just now.

"It's something that can be used to get in touch with the mage, Grandpa said to call the phone. Su Yong made a gesture.

Wang Yao looked a bit like a big brother.

"What, you want to call?" asked Su Yong.

"If you can. Wang Yao smiled a little shyly.

"I'll get it for you. Su Yong ran out and ran to his grandfather's room.

"What are you doing with the phone?" the old man who was meditating asked with a glance at Su Yong.

"Little brother wants it. Su Yong replied.

"He wants you to give it to you?" the old man rolled his eyes, his tone was a little displeased, and he got up and took the phone.

Su Yong was in tears, and looked at his grandfather pitifully, "But I promised him~"

"Girls don't have to talk about it. The old man glared.

"Grandpa~" Su Yong said coquettishly.

"This is our thing, why give it to him, he just came here and asked for a phone, it's too inauthentic. The old man rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to lend it to him. Su Yong puffed out his cheeks.

"If he doesn't mention it, can you remember?" the old man rolled his eyes, Su Yong, "Just say that the people outside are bad, you don't want to be careful." ”

"I hate grandpa!" Su courageously stomped his little feet in annoyance, made a grimace at the old man and ran out.

"Silly girl. The old man chuckled, shook his head and sighed.

looked at the satellite phone in his hand, which was specially equipped by the temple when he returned here to contact the outside world, and after hesitating for a while, he put it back in place and muttered.

"Anyway, within two days, the kid left on his own. (To be continued.) )