"This is a place for monks to practice, isn't it a bit disrespectful that you actually hide fine wine privately?" Seeing the other party take out the wine gourd, Zheng Jili was very surprised, not that he was so sincere to the Buddha, but that the friend in his memory was by no means an alcoholic, of course, it was not that this friend did not drink alcohol, friends gathered, and it was common to drink three or two glasses during the New Year's holiday, but there was never such a situation as drinking wine as water. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Heh, I'm not a monk, there is no restriction on the rule of abstaining from alcohol, and besides, wine is not wine for me, but medicine, so Master Tzu Yun specially allowed me to drink, of course, only in my residence, not to let others see it." Splashing the residual tea in the teacup outside the door, the middle-aged man poured a full bottle of wine and pushed it in front of Zheng Jili, poured himself a cup, raised his glass to show respect to the other party, and then raised his neck and drank the whole glass of wine.

Zheng Jili also drank the wine in the cup and drank it dry, the wine is not a good wine, it should be the kind of burning knife that is easy to buy in the bazaar, the taste is average, but the wine is very strong, drinking in the mouth, as if a line of fire is burning from the throat to the stomach. Although Zheng Jili's amount of alcohol is not bad, he is usually used to drinking good wine, and he is really a little unaccustomed to being choked after drinking such a strong wine, and after putting down the wine glass, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and then he gasped, but the other party looked as usual, obviously he was used to such bad wine.

"I said, Brother Tan, since Master Tzu Yun has specially allowed you to drink in the temple, why don't you get some good wine?" After stopping his cough, Zheng Jili asked.

"Hehe, it's already very good to have wine in this ancient temple and Buddhist temple, so don't complain." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head - of course the good wine that Zheng Jili thought was sold in the capital, but it would take most of the day to go back and forth from Yunju Temple to the capital, where did he have so much time to do this.

The teacup was filled with wine again, this time Zheng Jili had experience, he didn't swallow it in one go, but took a sip and put it in his mouth, and swallowed it after fully feeling the stimulation of the wine on his taste buds, and he felt really better, at least he didn't choke.

"By the way, what do you mean you mean you use alcohol as medicine? I have drunk a lot of medicinal wine tonic wine, and I have heard of doctors who use wine as medicine to introduce medicine to induce medicinal power, but this is just the most common burning knife, if it is medicine, what disease can it cure? Don't tell me it's gluttony. Swallowing the wine, Zheng Jili asked with interest - the so-called food is not tired of eating, the stew is not tired of fine, the rich and noble people are very particular about food, and his friend's family background is not worse than his own, not to mention the brocade clothes and imperial food, but it is not much worse. It's hard to imagine how such a person could get used to drinking such a shoddy drink?

With a wry smile, the middle-aged man put down the teacup, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the scar on his finger.

"Huh? What do you mean? What does this scar have to do with alcohol? Could it be that he fell drunk? Zheng Jili was inexplicable and asked puzzled.

"It's just that the scar is of course nothing, although it is a little ugly, but I am a dignified seven-foot man, how can I care about ......, you guessed half right, this injury is indeed a fall, but it is not a fall from drinking, but after the fall injury, I started to drink." The middle-aged man replied with a wry smile.

"What the hell is going on, why do I get more and more confused the more I listen?" Zheng Jili didn't understand even more, would the alcohol addiction still be thrown out? This is unheard of and unprecedented.

"Oh, it's actually very simple, if you fall and hurt your brain, it often hurts, and this wine is a good medicine to relieve pain, and it's inseparable." The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, poured himself another cup and drank it in one sip, that skillful, that natural, and really treated this strong wine as if it were white water.

"Huh?! So that's the case, so have you asked a famous doctor to heal you? I have some friendship with Dr. Zhang, the imperial doctor of Tai Hospital, and I will take you to him. Zheng Jili suddenly realized, and hurriedly asked anxiously - such a thing as wine, drinking less is appropriate, drinking more hurts the body, occasionally drinking on weekdays can invigorate blood and dissolve stasis, dredge the veins, but drinking too much will damage the meridians, hurt the liver and kidneys, and the other party's situation of drinking wine as water can no longer be said to be a problem of excess, such a way to drink, I am afraid that even those rough people who practice martial arts will suffer, let alone a literati like their own friends? Since it is caused by an injury, then the injury and illness are cured, and the injury is healed, and the alcohol addiction can be slowly stopped.

"It's useless, even the empty Zen master can't do anything, the imperial doctor or something is fine." The middle-aged man shook his head and said very calmly.

"Zen Master Kong? The empty Zen master of Huaguang Temple in Wutai Mountain? Zheng Jili was taken aback when he heard this, that Zen Master Kong is one of the famous monks in the world, not only profound Buddhism, but also a national hand of Xinglin, with high medical skills, even the imperial doctor in the Tai Hospital has to mention it with a little admiration, of course, Zheng Jili knows that this person is not because of his medical skills, but this Zen master is still a game-loving person, in terms of strength, there is no pressure to be among the third-rate national players, in short, if this great monk is helpless against his friend's headache, then the imperial doctor in the palace is also useless.

"How many more empty Zen masters can there be in the world?" The middle-aged man confirmed Zheng Jili's guess by asking rhetorically.

"......, each has its own specialization, although the empty Zen master is good at medicine, but what he can't cure may not be cured by others, the hospital brings together the best doctors in Dazhou, maybe someone knows how to cure your headache, in my opinion, you still go to see Taiyi Zhang and let him see, even if he can't do it, he can also recommend other doctors." After thinking about it, Zheng Jili still persuaded - not afraid of 10,000, just afraid of what if, the so-called ruler is long, the inch is short, and the so-called wise man has a thousand thoughts, there must be a mistake, and the fool has a thousand thoughts, there must be a gain, on medical skills, on fame, the empty Zen master may be higher than the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital, but there are many people who can't stand the Tai Hospital, as long as they are willing to spend money, they can always point to people who are better than treating headaches.

"Hehe, Brother Zheng has a heart, but forget it. It's not that I don't believe in the medical skills of those imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital, but those imperial doctors have been treating the royal nobles for too long, and eight out of ten are Taiping doctors, and after drinking wine for so many years, their bodies will already collapse, so they don't have to work hard. The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile - to the royal doctor, a mistake may fall off the head, so when a long time the imperial doctor will put safety insurance in the first place, do not seek merit in seeing a doctor, but seek no fault, such a mentality is used to treat common diseases or health care, of course, it is good, but when encountering incurable diseases, it will be timid, and dare not use medicine, so the hope of curing one's own headache on the imperial doctor is actually just a kind of self-comfort.