Just as Tsukahara Molong and Zhou Dashuai were walking and chatting, a violent cough suddenly came from the grass shed on one side, and Tsukahara Moryū followed the sound, but saw a katana scabbard sticking out of the grass: Is it a ronin? Tsukahara Moryū shook his head, although Japan has gradually entered the Warring States Troubled Era, and wars break out almost every day, but war brings not only the opportunity to get ahead, but also the possibility of losing everything. Compared with those who died in battle, the surviving samurai were not necessarily better than them, and they were obsessed with finding a lord to serve again instead of doing the work of ordinary people, just as those who had been in the management of a company would rather be unemployed vagrants than sweep the streets after being laid off, and the result was often penniless except for a katana, and their lives were extremely embarrassing. Like Akechi Mitsuhide, who later roasted Oda Nobunaga directly, and Maeda Toshiie, the future "Kaga Million Stone", both had their days as ronin, and their lives were extremely difficult, and even their wives had to sell their hair to make ends meet. But both of them have survived, and there are many more who are still struggling in this embarrassing situation.

If it weren't for Master Tsukahara's biography, I'm afraid that my situation would be similar to theirs. Thinking of himself when he had just been forced out of Ueno Province, Tsukahara Moryū let out a long sigh and walked towards the grass shed. Although Ono Shinzaemon is a ronin like many people on the street, they are not very embarrassed after all, so Tsukahara Moryū doesn't feel anything, but seeing the ronin struggling in pain due to illness in the grass shed, Tsukahara Moryū is a little unbearable.

When they came to the grass hut, a pungent smell came to their faces, even though the weather was still cool, but it still made Tsukahara Molong and Zhou Dashuai frown.

The ronin under the grass shed is pale, withered, and looks malnourished for a long time, and I am afraid that he has been a ronin for a long time. At this time, the ronin's mind was already a little unclear, and he just coughed painfully, and Zhou Dashuai gently put his fingers on his wrist and began to pulse. Tsukahara Moryū didn't know how to heal, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

After a long time, Zhou Dashuai shook his head: "It's tuberculosis, this disease can't be cured." ”

"Is there any salvation?" Tsukahara asked.

Zhou Dashuai glanced at Tsukahara Molong in surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent. In his impression, there is absolutely no word mercy in Tsukahara Molong's dictionary, or he has never seen it, but Tsukahara Molong is actually willing to ask a patient he doesn't know today...... "It's not that there is no way, but I have to send him to treatment quickly, and he is too weak now." ”

"Got it." Tsukahara Moryū ignored the dirty nature of this ronin, and directly carried him up, striding out of the meteor.

"What do you want to do!!!" A tall but equally tattered boy (for a Japanese) ran over and asked.

Tsukahara Molong was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that someone else would be on the side. "Didn't you see him dying? Of course, I sent it for treatment. ”

When the young man saw that Tsukahara Molong said such a thing as a matter of course, he also glanced at Tsukahara Molong suspiciously, as if he had found some rare species, and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not speak, but silently followed Tsukahara Molong and Zhou Dashuai.

After being sent to the pharmacist's house, the pharmacist did not shirk because the ronin was in tatters, but ignored the filth on the ronin and checked it for him. After a long time, the pharmacist wrote down the prescription and asked the child to grab the medicine.

Zhou Dashuai asked quite strangely: "Aren't you afraid that we won't give money?" "After all, he had seen the matter of Kato Duanzo with his own eyes, so he didn't have any good feelings for the pharmacist, but the person in front of him was quite strange.

The pharmacist smiled and folded his hands, "Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, how can a poor monk care about money?" "Japan used to be a Buddhist country, and many people believed in Buddhism, but believing in Buddhism and abiding by Buddhist teachings are completely different things, just like a monk who has always been a monk, he does everything except eat fasting and chanting Buddha, so this medicine master in Japan can be described as very different.

Tsukahara Molong was in awe when he heard this, solemnly took out a small bag of gold, and put it in front of the pharmacist: "What the master said is very true, and a little remuneration is not a respect." I haven't dared to ask the master for advice. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma number is sealed." Yin Dao smiled and nodded.

"Master Yin Dao, I don't know what sect it is?"

"The poor monk is a disciple of the Rinzai sect." Indo said, but now Zizukahara Molong not only admires Indo's virtues, but also the Rinzai sect was introduced to Japan in 1187 and has always been very respected. Because the Rinzai sect is very different from the Ichizong sect, the monks are more knowledgeable and talented, and morality is the focus of the consideration when accepting disciples, so many samurai families will invite Rinzai monks to teach the next generation. The monks of the Rinzai sect, although they were not famous, played a decisive role in the history of Japan, although they were not well-known, they were definitely important in the history of Japan. However, according to Japanese custom, the name of the monk should also be a four-character name......

Thinking of this, Tsukahara Molong's mind became active and asked, "Master Yin Dao has a compassionate heart, which is admirable, I don't know how many people can be treated in a year?" ”

Yin Dao glanced at Tsukahara Molong with some surprise, obviously not expecting him to ask such a question, and shook his head: "How do you remember the number of things that save people?" ”

Tsukahara Molong said with a smile: "Master knows that a pharmacy can treat people within a radius of ten miles, but it cannot save people from a hundred miles away. ”

Yin Dao shook his head: "When all the manpower is exhausted, you should do your best." ”

"The master is really open-minded, but if there is a way to save the people hundreds of miles away, and even the people of the world, does the master have the determination of the Buddha to cut meat and feed the eagle?"

Yin Dao raised his eyes and looked at Tsukahara Molong, who was silent for a long time before he said: "I don't have any plans to be the second Taiyuan Xuezhai, I just want to be intoxicated with pharmacology, Your Excellency should please go back." ”

Tsukahara Molong was not annoyed, but apologized to Yin Dao with a smile, and waited with Zhou Dashuai and the boy. Although the boy was dirty, his gaze at Tsukahara Molong was full of complexity, and his hand quietly touched the ribs in his arms, and then quietly put it down, back and forth several times.

"What's your name?" Zhou Dashuai saw that the young man knew the ronin, and after Tsukahara Molong sent the ronin to treat his illness, the young man didn't even say thank you, and couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

"Small...... Senbei. ”

"Senbei?" Tsukahara Molong spoke: "So, you were indeed born into a samurai family, who was you just now?" ”

"My uncle."

"It seems that you don't want to say your last name, okay, my name is Tsukahara Moryū, you ......"

As soon as Tsukahara Molong's words fell, Qianbei suddenly raised his head, looked at him with a bright eye, and then knelt down heavily.

"What are you doing here?"

"Please accept me, I am willing to be a slave to my lord!"

Servant? Tsukahara Molong instantly remembered the classic plot of countless YY novels: As soon as the pig's foot king was released, suddenly a group of people knelt down and begged to be a pig's foot slave, and they couldn't get rid of it, when did I become so attractive? Before he could let his momentum go, he knelt down for himself. Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief! Tsukahara Molong shook his head: "I can take care of my own life, and there are many people to help me with various affairs, there is no shortage of manpower, and I am not interested in such things, so I ......"

"The adult treats the little uncle, this kindness cannot be repaid, and he is willing to serve the adult for life."

"Hey, this reason is reasonable, you suddenly want to follow me like this, so I am very vigilant, do you know?" Tsukahara Molong lectured, and then changed the conversation: "But I don't like people who lie to me, Dashuai, let's go." ”

After throwing the boy behind him, Tsukahara Molong smiled and said to Zhou Dashuai: "How about we make a bet?" ”

"Bet on what?"

"Bet that boy will come to me."