Dayuan Kyoto, a young monk stepped into this Kyoto built by the Mongols, although it is so, but the same prosperity, Chen Fan stretched out the cloth he had written, hung it on the bamboo, and sat down, only to see the horse written with four big characters "no disease and no cure" Although the words are big, but because Chen Fan is relatively young, there is not even a patient at the end of the day, which makes Chen Fan a little sad.

Just as he was about to close the stall and leave, he saw a man in a brocade suit running over, grabbed one of Chen Fan's hands, pulled Chen Fan to the wall, and said, "Little master, this son has seen that you have been staying here for a day, and there is no patient, is it fake?" ”

Chen Fan smiled and said, "In that case, what else are you going to do?" After saying that, he wanted to leave, but the boy grabbed Chen Fan and said, "My son has a hidden disease, as long as the little master can help me cure it, money is not a problem, is one thousand taels enough?" ”

Chen Fan looked at the silver ticket he was waving, Chen Fan took it in his hand and slowly put it away, and said, "Why do you think the little monk can cure your illness?" ”

"Hey, hey! Little master, this son has seen you sitting there since the morning, motionless, until the evening, only to close the stall, I don't want the general charlatan to pull people directly, at every turn to say that you are sick, or the general disease, nine out of ten people have, and I don't know if there is, the little master is different, stay here and don't move, just this kung fu, it is not ordinary people can have. ”

Chen Fan looked at his face and said, "Your vision is good, your illness has been moving for a few months, you get up quickly when you move, and you return in a huff when you slowly enter, yes or no?" ”

After hearing this, the young man's eyes were excited, and he looked at Chen Fan with a hopeful expression and said, "Little master, can it really be cured?" ”

"Naturally, the heavenly eunuch can be cured, you are nothing, the little monk has three methods here, three prices, which one do you want to use?" Chen Fan smiled.

"Master, you can talk about it first!" After the boy put his mind at ease, he looked at Chen Fan calmly

"The first method, ordinary medicine, is cured in about three months, and it costs about one hundred taels of silver during the period, and the second method, precious medicinal materials, is cured in one month, and it is also unworkable during the period, and it costs one thousand taels of silver, and the third method is ......" Chen Fan smiled at him.

"Master, hurry up!"

"The third method, the little monk will personally administer the needle for you, and then conceive and raise it for three quarters of an hour with internal force, and it will be cured, and it will be better to use, costing 10,000 taels of silver." Chen Fan said with a smile.

After hearing this, the young man gritted his teeth, turned his head and thought about it, his parents should agree, and said, "Master, I choose the third one, but, master, how easy is it to use better?" ”

"Actually, there is nothing, just teach you a mantra, called Lock Yang Gong, and then help you open up a few meridians, you can run a few cycles a day, and then you can control yourself freely, like an arm." Chen Fan smiled and took out the prepared silver needle from his arms.

When the young man heard this, he was very excited, but when he saw that the street was still full of people, he ran to a place and bought a piece of cloth, put it up, and then took off his clothes, and said, "Master, come on, I'm not afraid of pain, for my future sexual happiness, this sacrifice is nothing!" ”

Chen Fan smiled and didn't say anything, but the silver needle in his hand kept disappearing, and after inserting the last needle, Chen Fan pressed his dantian with the palm of his hand, entered a breath of true qi, and clicked a few acupoints, saying: "Qi sinks into the dantian, collects the yang into the abdomen, and the yang is closed, and all of them are immortal...... Ninety-nine is one, and its yang does not go. ”

After a while, three quarters of an hour came, Chen Fan breathed for a while and slowly opened his eyes, saw that the young man was already dressed, and said, "How do you feel?" ”

"There's a sudden flow of heat in your body, huh? I seem to be able to control it. After speaking, he slowly introduced the heat into the yang thing, and found that it slowly got up, and the size was free, and suddenly the young man burst into tears, and said: "Thank you, master, 10,000 taels of silver will be given to you tomorrow, this jade pendant is pressed here first, you can take a good look, this is my heirloom." After speaking, I saw him running into the beauty courtyard like a madman, Chen Fan looked at the jade pendant in his hand and smiled.

"Whew...... Huh......, old mother, I'll order ten little ladies, hurry up! The young man said breathlessly.

"Yo? Isn't this Young Master Wang? Why did you come again, and ordered ten little ladies, haha......" I saw a person leading a group of people slowly in.

"Liu Jiang, don't be complacent, the master is different today, you wait outside the door for me first." After speaking, he led ten little ladies into the room.

"Humph! You count me, and I'm going to see how long this guy who can't even get up on medication can last. ”

Liu Jiang said coldly.

After a while, there was a sound of Feifei in the room, and after a dogleg counted ten times, he was a little stunned, why hadn't he come out yet, "Official...... Don't? The shouts of the people inside made a few people outside a little itchy, "You count it for me, and I'll tell you later." After saying that, he pulled a person into the room.

Soon Liu Jiang walked out refreshed and said, "How much?" ”

"Young master, listen to ...... yourself"

Liu Jiang's ear was close to the door, and he just heard a voice: "I want an official!" ”

"Humph! Let's go! But it's just a little lucky, it's been a few years and it's all today, how can we be as happy as us. After Liu Jiang finished speaking, he felt a lot more happy in his heart.

The next day, there was a news in the capital that the eldest young master of the Wang family stayed in the Qinglou at night and even the ten daughters did not fall, Chen Fan just smiled after hearing this, and sat in that place to meditate, until noon, the eldest young master of the Wang family ran over out of breath, took out ten thousand taels of silver tickets from his arms and handed them to Chen Fan, and said with a smile: "Master, give, and my jade pendant!" ”

After Chen Fan took the silver, he returned the jade pendant to him, and the eldest young master of the Wang family gave Chen Fan a salute and left, just after he left, he saw Liu Jiang running over, looked at the words on it, and said politely: "Little master, was the illness of the eldest young master of the Wang family cured by you?" ”

"That's right! is a little monk, but the little monk is not sick, but his body is a little weak, overindulgent, and he needs to make up for it! Chen Fan said to Liu Jiang.

"You don't care! Is it okay to teach me the method of even the ten maidens? Liu Jiang stared at Chen Fan and said.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "This is natural, but prepare 10,000 taels of silver first!" ”

"Good!"

Since Liu Jiang left, soon a monk who could make people even ten women spread all over Kyoto, and there was an endless stream of queues in front of Chen Fan, but although there were many people, Chen Fan couldn't stand it! After all, what is consumed is true qi, this is not one or two people, in the end, Chen Fan had no choice but to pick up three guests a day, and the other diseases were infinite, and the dignitaries were not willing to wait in line for so long, and also looked at other diseases, so the name of Chen Fan's monk completely spread throughout Kyoto, "No disease, no cure!" ”

"Oh! That monk is so powerful! In a courtyard, a ten-year-old Lori pretended to be an adult and said.

"That's right, county lord, the monk has never missed a doctor, but the monk has a rule, people who don't line up don't treat the disease, they don't look at the identity but only the person, and for the same disease, the poor people don't charge money, but the officials and nobles charge sky-high prices, but no one is looking for trouble!" Na Ding said.

"Why?"

"After the person looking for trouble was broken by him, he picked it up again, and repeated it more than a dozen times, and then no one was looking for trouble."

"Interesting! You go down, the lord of this county wants to see how capable this monk is! Little Lori pouted and smiled.