Chapter Twenty-Six: The Supreme Master

The first person to practice in the Great Song Dynasty, a dervishe; Collect Chinese herbs from mountains and rivers and make pills for the poor; Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds to save the common people is not for profit and fame; The name of the monk is the best, and the cultivation is right and returns to the mountains and forests. Meditation machine is like this, and there is a true god in the Arhat hall.

It is said that the old monk took Wang Zipeng back to the nameless mountain, developed Chinese herbal medicine, and prescribed the right medicine, and within a few days, a vigorous Wang Zipeng walked back from the Yama Palace.

"Thank you for the master's life-saving grace, I don't know the master's name, but I hope to tell you, no matter where Zipeng goes, he will not forget the master's kindness." Wang Zipeng knelt down and thanked him.

"Amitabha, good, good! Child, you and I are destined, saving you is just my duty, no need to be polite. Lao G's law is called the best, and he travels in Kyushu in peace, and he has no fixed place to live, and this nameless mountain is just a place for Lao G's practice. Children, the world of the Great Song Dynasty is crumbling today, there are Western Xia and Xiongnu in the west, there are Great Liao and Jin in the north, there are barbarians in the south, the Great Song Dynasty is attacked on three sides, the people of the Great Song Dynasty are weak and difficult to return, and the country is dying. Lao Wei doesn't know martial arts, but he knows a little about medical science, and he goes south and north in peace, just to save people and solve disasters. However, Lao Qu's junior brother is a Shaolin monk, and he has done a good job, since you have great ambitions, Lao Qu will fulfill you, and introduce you to my junior brother to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. ”

Wang Zipeng listened to the words of the Supreme Master, and was grateful, he kowtowed to the Supreme Master a few times, and said happily: "Zipeng has thanked the master, thank the master for his success." ”

"Son, get up! Your body has just recovered, and it is not advisable to travel long distances, so it is better to spend a few days on this mountain for a while, and help me grind the herbs and prepare the pills. In another three or five days, Lao Qu will go down the mountain to travel, and then we will go to Shaolin Temple together, what do you think? The Supreme Master asked.

"Since the master is willing to accompany me on a trip, Zipeng is grateful. Master, I have been helping you to dispense medicine in the past few days, and you have taught me pharmacology and the surname of medicine, so that I can also have a long insight. Zipeng said.

"The old man is nearly 90 years old, and he can't do things anymore. My Chinese herbal formula and pharmacology have not been found to be destined to teach, since you and I are destined, the old man will teach you the common plague treatment, if you learn to become a literary and martial arts, to serve the imperial court, you must be in the military camp as an errand, if you encounter a variety of plague epidemics, it can also come in handy. The Supreme Master said.

Since there is such a good opportunity, of course Wang Zipeng is happy.

"The master is above, please accept the disciple's worship." Wang Zipeng knelt down again and bowed to the teacher.

The Supreme Master helped Wang Zipeng up, and said happily: "Child, you don't have to stick to secular etiquette, you and I can meet here, it's fate, pass on your medicine, that's an unfulfilled wish of the old man." I just hope that you can make more contributions to the Great Song Dynasty in the future. Remember, the heart of the doctor's parents, it is our duty to help the world and save people, I hope you will not forget the master's hard work in the future. ”

"Please rest assured, Zipeng must remember Master's teachings." Wang Zipeng stood up and said.

For a few days, Wang Zipeng followed Master Zhishan to learn to identify various Chinese herbs in the Induction Temple, understand the surname of medicine, and how to prepare medicine pills? The best master gave it, Wang Zipeng humbly learned, and the master and apprentice were like grandchildren and loved each other.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, the plague was prevalent under the mountain, and the banks of the Yellow River were full of mourning.

"Zipeng, you have been studying in the mountains for more than half a month, and you have almost learned the basic common sense, and now that the plague is prevalent on both sides of the Yellow River, it is better to accompany the teacher down the mountain to save the people of Limin, which is also a great merit. Kids, the basic knowledge of optics is not enough, the key is practical experience. This descent is really a great opportunity for you to learn from the experience, don't miss it. The Supreme Master said.

"The master is right, and the disciple has this intention. Being able to accompany the master to learn practical experience is a great thing that I can't ask for, and the disciple is grateful to the master for his cultivation. Wang Zipeng said happily.

"Okay, let's get the pills ready tonight and go down early tomorrow morning." The Supreme Master said.

In the evening, the master and apprentice were very busy, they made all the Chinese herbs on the mountain into powder, prepared into pills, and sorted and packaged.

Early the next morning, the master and apprentice packed their bags and went down the mountain.

After walking for more than half an hour, I came to a village, and many of the villagers in the village were infected with the plague, some had already died, some were dying, and some had just been infected.

The best master came to a farmer's house, the child of the family was infected with the plague for a few days, and the farmer was also infected with the disease, and the peasant woman saw the arrival of the best master, and suddenly it was like seeing the warm sun in the cold winter, and there was a glimmer of hope on her face, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"The best master who rescues the suffering, we thought that your old man was wandering, you came too timely, save my husband and son!" The peasant woman knelt down and kowtowed.

"Amitabha, sin, sin, I haven't come down the mountain for a few days, and the mountain is so desolate, and the old man is deeply guilty." The supreme master clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and blamed himself.

Wang Zipeng listened to his master's words, and also felt that he was inescapable.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I'm also infected with the plague, and the master delayed time to save me, and I'm the one who is deeply guilty." Wang Zipeng said apologetically.

Master Zhishan looked at the child's condition, swallowed a pill for the child, and then swallowed another pill for the farmer, and after half an hour, Master Zhishan looked at the child's face again, took a pulse, and took a long breath: "Donor, please rest assured, the child is not in danger of life, as long as he recuperates for a few days, he can recover." Your husband will be cured in a few hours after taking the old man's pill. ”

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the master, you are the Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Jigong Living Buddha, and the Budai Monk who saves the suffering." The peasant woman was so grateful that she could say all the kind things.

"Donor, time is pressing, the old man has to go elsewhere for treatment, I have to inform the villagers, and ask them to send someone to the entrance of the village to get the pill if they are infected with the plague. The condition is urgent and cannot be delayed. The Supreme Master said.

When the peasant woman heard this, she immediately set off to inform her from house to house.

Hearing that the Supreme Master had sent medicine, everyone was overjoyed and flocked to the entrance of the village from all directions, and after a while, dozens of people came to the entrance of the village.

"Zipeng prepares the pills and distributes them to everyone according to the amount I said." After saying that, the villagers answered one by one about their age, surname, time of infection, the severity of their illness, and what symptoms they appeared.

According to each person's condition, the Supreme Master instructed Wang Zipeng to distribute the corresponding pills, one pill, two pills, and at most three pills.

"The master is the Living Buddha Jigong, his pills are amazing, and my husband and children have just taken it and they are much better." The peasant woman said to the villagers.

The villagers received the pills and knelt down and kowtowed in thanksgiving.

"Amitabha, good, good! My Buddha has a cloud: saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. The supreme master clasped his hands together, sang the Buddha's name and said, let's go, take Wang Zipeng on the road.