Yaowang Mountain, the comfrey has come to pick, fluttering rain butterflies, fluttering wings in the grass, crystal dewdrops, hanging in the flower buds. Yaowang Mountain, clouds and mist, golden light and glass, mountain streams, gurgling and pleasant sounds. A pavilion and pavilion, the guqin surrounds the beam, the aftermath is not stopped; the ancient music rhythm, soothing and calm, intoxicating people's hearts; the medicine king Xunhua, drunk and bowing his head, caressing the qin freely, not knowing the way back!

More than 100 disciples picked comfrey in mountain streams. Suddenly, a disciple held the comfrey in his hand, walked to the pavilion, bowed his head and said, "Master!"

The disciple in front of him is named Beigong Jiayan. Seeing his high-end demeanor, his eyebrows are clear, he is wearing a white coat and holding a comfrey. White House Jiayan is one of the disciples of the medicine king, and the medicine king is very happy. He is rich in learning and five cars, familiar with the scriptures and history, looking at the astronomical calendar, looking down at the geography and feng shui, and the virtue of the humanities and sages. His people, because they have learned all the things in the world, so they came to Yaowang Mountain to study the immortal medical Tao, which can be described as a house of erudition.

The medicine king was drunk and stroked the qin, listening to his White House Jiayan in front of him, stroked the qin in his hand, stopped abruptly, and opened his eyes.

"Jiayan, what's the matter?"

Beigong Jiayan heard this and showed the comfrey in her hand: "Master, can you tell the apprentice about the name and efficacy of this grass?"

Hearing this, the medicine king raised the corners of his mouth, took the herbs in Jiayan's hand, and stroked his beard: "This medicine is called comfrey, also known as Zifu, and was born in a cool environment. The color of this grass is purple, and it is transformed by vermilion and dark blue. Red is the color of fire, that is, the color of the sun, which naturally corresponds to yang, and the yang is qi, so it has the effect of qi, and blue is yin. In summary, the effect of comfrey is to warm the yang and cool the blood. ”

"Medicine King, I have something important to tell you!"

The medicine king turned around and looked, it was the cook's son Xiang Bo. Beigong Jiayan watched it and left quickly.

The Medicine King flicked the guqin in front of him a few times, got up with his hands behind his back, turned around and asked, "Uncle Xiang, what's the matter?"

Xiang Bo raised his head and said, "Medicine King, yesterday in the kitchen." The old man and the young man chatted casually. He said that he was born!"

When the medicine king heard this, he stroked his white beard: "What did I say? Such a trivial matter, this king already knows!"

When Xiang Bo heard this, he frowned, his brows tightened: "Since the Medicine King already knows, the old man will leave!" Xiang Bo said, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!, but it's okay!" said the Medicine King, turned to sit down, and continued to stroke the harp.

Xiang Bo looked at it, bowed his head and said slowly: "Yesterday, the old decay occasionally appeared on Hongyang's neck, and there was a token hanging on it!"

"It's not surprising that there is a token! The medicine king finally stopped playing the qin and got up, and raised his eyes to look up at the four seas, and the clouds and mist were shrouded.

"The king of medicine, Hongyang Dao, the token on his body is born in his hand. ”

When the medicine king heard this, he turned his head suddenly: "If there is such a thing, what is it that is born in your hand?"

Hearing this, Xiang Bo stepped in front of the Medicine King: "Golden Light Glazed Bodhi! Mo Yan Hongyang said so, the old man doesn't know the truth or falsehood, so he came here without permission and reported to the Medicine King!"

When the Medicine King heard this, he was very surprised, and his eyebrows fluttered: "Golden Light Glazed Bodhizi, this thing is a sacred relic of the Pure Land of the Western Buddha Kingdom, why did it appear on its body?"

"The old man also feels strange, I don't know the reason!"

"Lead me to see me quickly!"

The Medicine King said, his steps were steady, his body was as light as flying, and he headed towards the kitchen.

Purple Light Pavilion, kitchen.

"Mo Yan Hongyang, return me Jinji! Return my Jinji! I have to kill you!"

A disciple, holding a wooden stick, chased and beat Mo Yan Hongyang. That disciple, named Duanmu Youxi, Duanmu Youxi is two years older than Mo Yan Hongyang. He was the one hundred and first disciple accepted by the Medicine King. And Mo Yan Hongyang is one hundred and two, and he is the last disciple of the Medicine King. I saw Mo Yan Hongyang holding a yellow stewed brocade chicken, biting and running wildly between the courtyards.

"Hey, it's great! Meat can be eaten at last! It's so delicious, it's really intoxicating!"

It turned out that Mo Yan Hongyang had not eaten meat for a long time, and he was hungry and fishy. In the end, the king of medicine's favorite ornamental golden pheasant was stolen. Three times five divided by two, and it was cooked quickly.

Mo Yan red poplar, mouth bite flowing oil golden pheasant, both hands, like a wild cat, climb to the opposite side of a big tree, sit on the top of the tree, relish, eat the golden chicken in his hand.

"Delicious, delicious, hehe!"

Seeing Duanmu Youxi, holding a wooden stick, raising his eyes and looking up at the ground, jumping and jumping, like sitting on pins and needles: "There is a kind of rolling down! Mo Yan Hongyang!"

Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, smiled, and licked his finger chanter: "There is a kind of up, hahaha! Lao Tzu is afraid!"

He was sarcastically going up to the top of the Muyou Creek. At this moment, You Xi on the ground, after all, was impatient and picked up the stone on the ground: "The stone will order you to come down!"

"Stop!" the voice of the Medicine King suddenly appeared behind.

When Duanmu Youxi heard it, it was the king of medicine, snapped twice, snorted, and the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a stone. You Xi opened his eyes suddenly, his brows tightened, he suddenly turned around, hurriedly came to the front of the medicine king, snapped, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head to beg for mercy: "Master, You Xi is not optimistic about Master Jinji yet!"

At this moment, when the poplar on the top of the tree heard it, he was stunned, causing a big disaster, snapping, and the chicken in his mouth fell to the ground, shaking and rolling. With a hula, Mo Yan Hongyang fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

He immediately got up, turned around and ran.

"Stop!" the Medicine King shouted.

Hearing this, Mo Yan Hongyang retreated, and said secretly in his heart: "It's over, this chicken was originally owned by Master!"

As soon as he turned around, he snapped, knelt down in front of the medicine king, and bowed his head silently.

Duanmu Youxi turned his head to look at it, and said loudly: "Master, Hongyang, Hongyang stole your golden chicken, cook ...... Boil...... Cooked!"

"What?" said Xiang Bo angrily.

When the medicine king heard this, his brows tightened: "Who did it?"

Duanmu Youxi listened to this, bowed his head and was silent. When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he raised his head suddenly: "Master, Hongyang doesn't know that the golden rooster is owned by you......! I..."

"Shut up!" Xiang Bo was furious.

When the medicine king heard this, he turned around and looked up at the sky, and sighed: "Hey, Duanmu Youxi listened to the order, read your care, and punished you to go up the mountain to collect medicine for seven days, and you can't have less than ten kinds of herbs a day." ”

"Master, the chicken was eaten by Mo Yan Hongyang, why did you punish You Xi alone?"

Duanmu Youxi is not convinced!

When the medicine king heard this, he bowed his head and turned around: "What did the teacher say?

When You Xi heard this, he bowed his head and said, "You Xi knows!"

Duanmu Youxi said, got up and brushed his sleeves and left.

"Master, the apprentice should be punished! The apprentice has not eaten fishy meat for a long time. Therefore, in doing so, the stomach is full of grains, and it is not tolerant of hunger. If he knew that the golden chicken was owned by the master, Hongyang would never dare. The futile is willing to be punished!"

"Admit your mistakes quickly! Hongyang, you get up first, I have something to ask you for the teacher!"

"The apprentice knows his mistake, but he can't afford it, Master, please speak!"

"Little rabbit cub, you have a bit of backbone!" said the Medicine King in his heart.

"Get up, the Medicine King will make you get up!" Xiang Bo said quickly.

Mo Yan Hongyang listened, looked at the uncle in front of him, and saw that he had a look. At this moment, Mo Yan Hongyang suddenly knew the mystery, so he smiled slightly and finally got up.

With a snap, the golden light glazed bodhi on his body fell to the ground in an instant.

Mo Yan Hongyang, bowed down to pick it up, held it tightly in his hand, smiled slightly, and looked at the medicine king in front of him: "Master, you ask!"

"What you have in your hand, give it to Yu Guanzhi!" said the medicine king.

"No, Master, please look!"

The Medicine King took the Bodhi Seed in his hand, looked at it carefully, and secretly thought in his heart: "This thing, if it is the Pure Land of the Western Buddha Kingdom, the golden light glazed Bodhi Seed, why is it on the red poplar?"

"Master, why do you have a soft spot for this token of apprentice?" asked Mo Yan Hongyang.

The Medicine King raised his eyes and asked, "Honestly, where did this token come from, and is it something you stole from?"

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he was extremely angry, and snatched the Bodhi seed: "Nonsense! This thing was held in the palm of my hand when I was born." Heaven testifies!"

"Is this true?" the Medicine King didn't believe it after all. This is what Mo Yan Hongyang often steals. The medicine king in front of him was always suspicious.

"If you lie, the sky will thunder!"

"Can this Bodhi be kept by Master for the time being?"

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he snatched it and stuffed it into his chest: "No! Hmph!"

"Presumptuous!" Xiang Bo reprimanded.

Hearing this, Mo Yan Hongyang turned his head sideways and was silent.

"How is this matter good, Medicine King!" Xiang Bo turned his head and asked.

The Medicine King thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "That's it! Mo Yan Hongyang, from now on, I will punish you to go to the Medicine King's Mountain with Duanmu Youxi to look for herbs!"

Hearing this, Hongyang was elated in search of herbs, and without saying a word, he instantly rushed out of the courtyard and ran away.

Obviously, at this moment, Mo Yan Hongyang was very happy. For the red poplar, you can finally touch the herb fairy grass, and the medical Tao has taken an excellent step. Is that really the case?

Seeing his back leaving freely, the medicine king shook his head and sighed deeply: "Such a virtuous person, I have never repented!

Hearing this, Xiang Bo asked, "Medicine King, how can you explain the Bodhi seed on Hongyang's body? Could it be that Hongyang is the reincarnation of a Western Pure Land monk?"

When the medicine king heard this, he shook his head: "This king sees that he is virtuous in Penglai, but he is not right! Such a naughty boy, who is idle all day long, does not do his job, and has been stealing for a long time, how can he be the reincarnation of a high monk in the Pure Land of Western Buddhism? I'm afraid, even you and I don't believe in the mystery? As for the golden glazed Bodhi on his body, it is determined to be, where did he steal it, and his words cannot be trusted!"

From this point of view, is that naughty poplar the reincarnation of a monk, or the reincarnation of a human emperor? Obviously, there is a lot of fog and it cannot be determined!