Chapter 550: Great Physician’s Sincerity, Thunder God

It was late at night, but Qi County was not peaceful.

Both the Locust God and the Plague God are dead, but the mess they left behind is still there. The plague among many people has only been initially controlled and there is still a possibility of recurrence.

Some people were injured by the locust attack.

Under the dead willow tree, Sun Simiao held a free medical consultation.

Whenever he arrived in a city, he would provide free medical treatment to the local people. This was a habit he had formed over the years, and Qi County was no exception.

People lined up in long queues, all wanting the legendary King of Medicine to help them see their illnesses.

Sun Simiao never refused any patient who came to him, no matter if it was a serious illness, a headache, a fever, or even some old injuries, he treated them all and was very busy.

A little beggar covered in mud limped over, timidly wanting to see a doctor.

He said that he was born with a disability in his left foot and was abandoned by his parents. After his adoptive parents died, he became a beggar. He wanted to find a job, but was looked down upon because of his disability.

His little face was dirty, but the wild fruits he presented to Sun Simiao were washed especially clean.

Sun Simiao ate his fruit, then smiled and brought a chair for him, helped him take off his shoes without any disgust, and held his deformed left foot covered with mud.

In order to protect the little beggar's self-esteem, he even asked someone to put up a curtain.

Acupuncture, massage, bone setting...

This work lasted for half an hour. Sweat appeared on Sun Simiao's forehead, and his hands and sleeves were covered with dirt, but his smile was particularly kind. In order not to hurt the little beggar too much, he kept talking to make him happy.

After the little beggar left, Sun Simiao washed his hands carefully, not because he was disgusted, but because he had to continue taking the pulse of the next patient.

Time passes slowly.

In the distance, Li Daoxuan and Changle stood together, staring at Sun Simiao. He had seen that the heart formed by the golden light of merit was becoming increasingly dimmer and on the verge of collapse.

"Master, can't we save Senior Medicine King?"

Changle's voice was tearful. After walking with him for several days, she really liked this kind and gentle old man, not to mention that Sun Simiao saved her life.

Li Daoxuan didn't say anything, just sighed softly.

Sun Simiao's situation was very special. He did not die of old age, but instead risked everything he had to kill the God of Plague.

The price a mortal has to pay for killing a god is too high.

If it weren't for the vast golden light of merit supporting him, Sun Simiao would have died long ago.

During this final time, Li Daoxuan wanted to take him back to Chang'an, or take him to see anyone he wanted to see, family, or friends.

But it was rejected by Sun Simiao.

He said the person he wanted to see most was his patient.

"Doctor Sun, my wife is seven months pregnant and was frightened by the locusts. Now she feels dizzy and nauseous, very weak, and she also says that her stomach hurts..."

Sun Simiao was taking his wife's pulse. His forehead was covered with sweat and his old face was very pale, but his hand was very calm as he took the pulse.

"Dr. Sun, my wife doesn't know how to..."

Sun Simiao forced himself to cheer up and put on a smile.

"It's okay. I'll tell you a prescription. Remember it well. It will keep the mother and child safe."

He can no longer lift a pen to write.

"Apricot kernel and licorice, 2 liang each, Aster 1 liang, Stalactite and dried ginger, 2 liang each, Ophiopogon japonicus and Evodia rutaecarpa, 1 liter each, Japonica rice 5 he, Schisandra chinensis 5 he."

Sun Simiao's voice became weaker and weaker, even a little intermittent.

"Grind the above nine ingredients... add eight liters of water, boil and take out... three and a half liters, divide into four doses, three times a day... and once at night."

The man who was busy recording could not hear the sound, so he subconsciously asked, "Doctor Sun, is there anything else? Are there any dietary restrictions during the medication period?"

No one answered.

The man looked up and his pupils fluttered.

I saw Sun Simiao sitting on a chair with his head down, his snow-white hair messy and dry, fluttering in the wind. He seemed to be too tired, and his expression was peaceful , as if he was asleep.

The moonlight shone through his white hair and onto the wrinkles on his face, which were dry and cracked, yet sparkling.

In August of the seventh year of Zhenguan, Sun Simiao, a great medical saint, passed away at the age of ninety-two.

His last words before he died were just a prescription for almond soup.

…

Li Daoxuan silently took out a book from his arms, which was Sun Simiao's life's work - "Qian Jin Fang".

He opened the book and saw the title of the first chapter, "The Great Physician's Sincerity". After seeing some words, he could not help but read them aloud.

“When a great doctor treats a patient, he must calm his mind and resolve, have no desires or requests, and first develop a heart of great compassion and sympathy, vowing to save all sentient beings from suffering.”

"If someone comes to seek help for illness or distress, you should not ask about their status, wealth, age, beauty, enemies, friends, Chinese or foreign, wise or foolish, but treat them all equally, as if they were your closest relatives. You should also not look ahead or behind, worry about good or bad luck, or protect your own life..."

Every word here is a principle that Sun Simiao practiced throughout his life, and is also full of his expectations for future doctors.

I would rather the medicine gather dust on the shelf than have any disease in the world.

I just hope that people in future generations will not let this book "Thousand Gold Prescriptions" down.

…

Sun Simiao's soul was gradually dissipating and was about to disappear completely from the world, without even the chance of reincarnation.

At this time, Li Daoxuan finally moved.

In full view of everyone, he waved his sleeves and used his great magical power to move stars and change constellations to forcibly take in the true spirit in the scattered soul.

People have three souls and seven spirits. After death, the seven spirits dissipate, while the three souls each have their own destination.

The three souls are heaven, earth and man, which are also called Taiguang, Shuangling and Youjing in ancient language. When a person dies, the heavenly soul returns to heaven, the earthly soul returns to earth, and only the human soul goes to the underworld and reincarnates.

Sun Simiao's soul was disintegrating, and it was irreversible. Even Li Daoxuan was helpless.

But he wanted to forcefully keep this Heavenly Soul to save a glimmer of hope for the Medicine King.

Boom!

As if sensing Li Daoxuan's bold move, the God of Heaven was furious. Thunderclouds covered the area for hundreds of miles, brewing a terrifying force. After a moment, ten shocking thunderbolts came down in one breath!

The first is Jade Pivot Thunder, the second is Shenxiao Thunder, the third is Dadong Thunder, the fourth is Xiandu Thunder, the fifth is Beiji Thunder, the sixth is Taiyi Thunder, the seventh is Zifu Thunder, the eighth is Yuchen Thunder, the ninth is Taixiao Thunder, and the tenth is Taiji Thunder.

Ten immortal thunders fell from the sky, shattering the sky, illuminating the night sky, and fully demonstrating the power of thunder magic.

Li Daoxuan had only seen such thunder in one place, in the Underworld, where Xudu went through a thunder tribulation when he wanted to become an immortal.

At that time, Xu Du, who was already at the peak of Yang Shen, had to merge with the Yellow Spring that had been flowing for billions of years, and only then was he able to survive the thunder tribulation. Even so, the thousand-mile Yellow Spring had shrunk significantly.

"Master, be careful!"

Ten thunders broke through the air and shone brightly in the world, heading straight for Li Daoxuan's head. In an instant, they shattered the green lotus phantom without a moment's pause.

Changle's face turned pale, and he immediately took out the jade-green willow branch and prepared to help his master.

This willow branch is the real body of Liu Mingyue. It was once bathed in the blood of the Green Emperor. After hundreds of years of practice, it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and has extraordinary magical powers and endless uses.

With just a little bit of refining, it can be called an excellent spiritual treasure.

But Li Daoxuan let out a long roar, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky.

“Well done!”

He also used thunder magic, purple lightning flew in his pupils, golden thunder wrapped around his body, and he actually took the initiative to fly towards the ten divine thunders.

Boom!

In an instant, the sky above Qi County turned into a lake of lightning. The dazzling lightning made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes. Before closing their eyes, they all vaguely saw a figure flying up into the sky in the lightning.

The lightning dissipated.

In the void, Li Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe showing some black spots, but his expression was still calm, and he even showed a hint of enlightenment.

It was as if he had realized something during the confrontation with those ten divine thunders.

"It's a god, a god has come down to earth!"

"It must be Thor!"

"Quick, kowtow and beg him to save Dr. Sun!"

Li Daoxuan lived high in the sky, and the people could only vaguely see his figure but could not recognize his identity. They just thought he was a god descending to earth or the god of thunder.

Many people knelt down and kowtowed, praying devoutly.

But he was not praying for himself, but for Sun Simiao.

They sincerely hope that the gods who have come down to earth can save Doctor Sun. Such a good man should not die like this.

Li Daoxuan did not point it out, but used his magic power to spread throughout the city.

"The Medicine King Sun Simiao has saved countless lives and has performed immeasurable merits. Now I am summoning his soul to heaven and conferring the title of Miaoying Zhenren!"

As soon as these words were spoken, countless people cheered.

But when they looked up again, the blue-robed god had disappeared, and a gorgeous tiger appeared in the sky, carrying a white-haired old man and flying into the sky.

From the back, he looks a lot like Dr. Sun.

"Master Miaoying has appeared!"

"Great! Divine Doctor Sun has really become an immortal!"

"It is an immeasurable merit, an immeasurable merit!"

…

Li Daoxuan returned to Changle again.

His figure swayed slightly and his face darkened.

“Master!”

Changle quickly supported him.

"No problem."

Li Daoxuan let out a long breath, and a stream of charred black air came out of his throat, like a ferocious black dragon. The terrifying temperature made the surrounding grass and trees dry up.

The black dragon dissipated, and Li Daoxuan's complexion slowly recovered and became as crystal clear as jade again.

The ten divine thunders just now were enough to kill most of the Yang Gods. It was only because he was proficient in thunder magic and his body had been honed to the extreme that he was able to cope with it.

Even so, his internal organs were almost roasted.

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise. I have gained a new understanding of thunder magic."

Li Daoxuan has initially cultivated the great supernatural power of mastering the five thunders. He thought that it would be difficult to make any progress in thunder magic for a long time, but this experience has brought him great gains.

There are ten thunders above the five thunders, and there are thirty-six thunders above the ten thunders.

Those who cultivate the five thunders can become heavenly soldiers of the Thunder Department, those who cultivate the ten thunders can become divine generals of the Thunder Department, and the only one who masters the thirty-six thunders is the legendary highest god of the Thunder Department - Jiu Tian Ying Yuan Lei Sheng Pu Hua Tian Zun!

He has already mastered the thunder magic of Mount Longhu to the limit, and the road ahead is blocked, but perhaps, he can learn from heaven and comprehend an even more powerful thunder magic?

However, only ten divine thunders were enough to injure him. If there were a few more, he would probably die here today.

Li Daoxuan shook his head. He said that one cannot be impatient when it comes to creating thunder magic and must take it slowly.

Changle held a willow branch and swept it across Li Daoxuan.

The surging vitality rushed like a river, nourishing the hidden injuries in his body.

This willow branch is extremely magical. It can not only help people heal their wounds, but also transform into a long whip, just like a green dragon. It has extraordinary killing ability and can be called a natural and superior magic weapon.

Li Daoxuan touched her head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your teacher is fine now."

"Master, is there still hope for Senior Medicine King?"

Li Daoxuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know, but I have to give it a try."

Those who carry firewood for the public should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.

This is a sentence he once taught Changle. As a master, one must always practice it himself.

"What about Sister Liu? Can she be saved?"

Changle had heard the story of Liu Mingyue and Xia Qingfeng from her master, and was so moved that she burst into tears. It would be best if Sister Liu could also survive.

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, and the jade-like willow branch flew into his hand.

The Heavenly Eye opened and stared at the willow branch carefully, not missing an inch, but still could not find any trace of Liu Mingyue's soul.

Liu Mingyue was indeed dead.

However, seeing Changle's expectant eyes, he still made up a white lie.

"The vitality of the willow tree is very strong. Even if it is just a willow branch, it is possible to grow again. It's just that the soil in the mortal world is barren. If you can find immortal soil in the future, you may be able to replant it."

Changle's eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Daoxuan added silently in his heart.

Even if the immortal soil is really found and the willow branch is revived, will she still be the same Liu Mingyue when she grows back?

Everything is unknown.

Changle tightly grasped the willow branch in his hand and swore secretly.

Sister Liu, Changle will definitely find a way to save you...

"Master, what is immortal land?"

"As the name suggests, it is the soil from heaven."

"Isn't the sky full of clouds? How can there be soil?"

"In the past, there was a heavenly palace, where the gods lived. The soil there was the immortal soil. The peach pit that your master gave you originally grew in the Peach Garden in the heavenly palace."

"Then how can we go to heaven?"

"Of course, I want to become an immortal."

The two figures gradually went away, one big and one small, and gradually disappeared.

…

After a few more days, Qi County had basically recovered.

Most of the autumn harvest was intact.

In the golden wheat fields, the people waved their sickles, cut the last stalk of wheat, and smiled on their faces.

The taxes levied by the imperial court were not heavy. After paying the taxes, they still had a lot of surplus grain left, which not only fed the whole family, but they could also sell the extra grain and use the money to buy good clothes for their children.

This winter seems to be getting through easily.

For these hardworking and hard-working people, such a bumper harvest is their golden age.

Only after seeing with his own eyes shiploads of grain being delivered to the Luoyang granary did Li Daoxuan finally feel relieved. This also meant that this trip to Dengzhou had been a complete success.

However, he still stayed for a few more days and personally took care of the funeral affairs of Senior Sun and Xia Qingfeng.

It is worth mentioning that Xia Qingfeng's family was very poor. As a governor of a state, he not only never took bribes, but also often used his salary to help the people.

He seemed to have anticipated his death and had prepared a suicide note long ago.

In his suicide note, he only instructed one thing, which was that if he died, his body should be buried in a valley seven miles east of Juye County. There was no need to hire anyone to guard the grave, as a close friend would take care of it.

Li Daoxuan looked at the word "close friend" in the letter and remained silent for a long time.

In Xia Qingfeng's heart, does he really only regard Liu Mingyue as a friend?

There are some things that he just always keeps in his heart and dares not say.

The stuttering boy is still not good at speaking.

The next day.

Li Daoxuan buried Xia Qingfeng and Liu Mingyue in a valley in Juye County, which is where they met and where their story began.

It begins here and ends here.

"Brother Xia, although we have never met, but... you are a good official, and you are worthy of the Tang Dynasty."

"If you didn't dare to say it when you were alive, you can say it slowly after you die."

After pouring a bowl of wine, Li Daoxuan bowed and then turned and left with Changle.

"Master, where are we going next?"

"Return to Chang'an."