Chapter 5, The Treatment of Phlegm Obscuring the Heart with Slaps, this is a folk remedy
"Yes!" replied the two men wearing headscarves who were on horseback, patrolling the mountain road. It turns out that their names were not "Ren Wu" and "Ren Liu," but rather "Ren Wu" and "Ren Liu"!
Ren Quan, please quickly show this to Brother Zhang Jiaran. What is wrong with him?
If he is not a master, why is his hair so short
However, just now, Ren Cong informed him that at this moment he is near Xiangji Temple, on the northern side of a certain mountain
Today, the young master received guidance from the descendants of Li Chunfeng, who mentioned that he might encounter a great person within the Zhongnan Mountains. He immediately gathered his trusted servants and rushed into the mountains at lightning speed. Everyone initially had a mindset of going out for a leisurely outing, accompanying him in his antics. To their surprise, upon reaching the foot of the mountain, they encountered "Master Zhang"!
I apologize! I apologize! (Master)
Since the age of 8, young master Ren Cong has been captivated by various strange tales and cannot extricate himself. Every day, he longs to be able to, like those in legends, study under the tutelage of a reclusive master and become a sword immortal who can fly and take lives from a thousand miles away. Over the years, he has endured countless hardships and spent an immense amount of money, yet he remains unwavering in his determination.
He quickly glanced at Zhang Qian's strangely but cleanly smooth inner garment (shirt) and the belt made of a rare material (synthetic leather). Gathering his resolve, he stepped forward two paces, lowered his voice, and whispered in Ren Cong's ear: "Young Master, while realgar is effective for the condition, entering and exiting the city will take time and may also bring trouble to the residence. I remember another remedy that is equally effective for phlegm and may even cure the illness completely!"
His mind was pulled back from the chaotic sounds from the heavens, and Zhang Qian looked around with tearful eyes. Soon after, he felt a wave of intoxication surge up, causing the world to spin. Instinctively, he cradled his head with both hands and softly crouched down
In those years, Zhang Qian's decision to apply to Shaanxi Normal University despite achieving a score that was a full thirty points higher than the first-line cutoff was influenced by two main factors. On one hand, he was attracted to the fact that normal university programs offered tuition exemptions. On the other hand, he was drawn to the university's new campus, which is located not far from the Zhongnan Mountain in the Chang'an University Town.
Do you believe everything the master says? That's even more foolish than a pig. The master is just being modest! Look at the boats on the Wei River; which boat has used the same fabric for its sails?
Haven't you heard? The master had lost his way before, but now the young lord has helped him find it! Without waiting for Ren Quan to respond, another man with a scar on his face, wearing a cloth headscarf, hurriedly provided a "reasonable" explanation on his behalf
"Yes, young master!" Lan Yuanmao was momentarily taken aback, quickly pulling his thoughts back from his reverie. "I did not intend to delay; I just thought of another secret recipe!"
Isn't this exactly the same as the location of Chang'an University Town
"Why say so much? Ren Wu, Ren Liu, you two, go to the city immediately to buy vermilion!" Ren Cong felt extremely anxious upon hearing this. Without waiting for Ren Quan to finish his lengthy instructions, he decisively made a decision. "After you buy it, find Guo's second son for assistance, and spare no effort to get the vermilion out of the city! Ren Quan, if you need any other medicinal materials, tell them both at once!"
It is difficult, extremely difficult! The family member Ren Quan, who had not participated in the debate earlier, shook his head with a serious expression, saying, "The secret method states that using cinnabar for calcination can alleviate phlegm symptoms. However, we currently do not have any cinnabar on hand, and it certainly is not available in the village."
Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, what is the matter with you
It seems that despite moving back and forth, he is actually still in the same place; it is just that time is unaware of whether it has advanced by hundreds of years or even thousands of years
Find a glass bottle that can hold cola or Sprite, apply a thin layer of sesame oil around the mouth of the bottle, fill the bottle two-thirds with cold water, and then place the bottle upside down in the sunlight.
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Isn't this simple? The master is certainly not an ordinary person! Haven't you all noticed that the master's attire is something we have never seen before? The scarred face proudly raised his head and added in a profound manner. (Note 1: In classical Chinese, this sentence would be: The master is no ordinary person; are you all blind? The attire worn by the master... Writing it that way would be too exhausting to read. Therefore, the author directly switched to modern Chinese. The same applies here.)
And now, Zhang Qian feels like an unfortunate insect. Just because he glanced at his phone a few times while walking, he fell into the trap set by the mischievous child of heaven.
The blows of today have come too many, too swiftly, and are too heavy. They far exceed his mental endurance
It should be under great joy and sorrow that phlegm and qi are stirred! Phlegm confuses the mind! The household guard Ren Quan, wearing a blue round hat, reached out and pressed on Zhang Qian's neck, speaking in a low voice in words that only the latter could not understand.
Zhang Qian's frenzied actions took everyone by surprise. Ren Cong and the others with headscarves reached out to support him and shook him vigorously.
Have you seen how mischievous children wreak havoc on insects
Lost paths, as more people lose their way, how often have we seen someone go mad with despair? The bearded man clearly has the potential to be a contrarian, immediately turning his head towards the scarred face and loudly retorting
Do not refer to him as a master; as Zhang Xiaolang said, he is not a master
Great joy and great sorrow? Where does the master's sorrow come from? Didn't he kill all the wolves? If we wanted to seize his wolf skins, we would have acted earlier, why wait until now? A man with a scruffy beard glanced at Zhang Qian and expressed deep skepticism about Ren Quan's medical skills
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This statement immediately prompted the companions around to nod frequently
Before long, greedy insects will be attracted by the aroma of the sesame oil, crawling around the vicinity of the bottle opening
In fact, when it comes to the meticulous observations of Zhang Qian, Ren Quan surpassed everyone present, including the young master Ren Cong, who was wholeheartedly seeking a master to learn from! Otherwise, he would not have almost been mistaken by Zhang Qian as a "dead chicken"
Although Master Zhang humbly claimed that the trousers he wore were made from sailcloth, Ren Quan, a seasoned family retainer of the Ren family, had traveled far and wide with the family’s merchant caravan throughout his life and had never seen any family whose sails were made from the same material. Moreover, the stitching on those trousers was far more intricate than what any skilled tailor in the world could achieve. (Nonsense, they were sewn by a sewing machine.) Moreover, the stitching on those trousers was far more intricate than what any skilled tailor in the world could achieve. (Nonsense, they were sewn by a sewing machine.)
However, now the scarred face has broken the tacit understanding, and everyone immediately lost their reservations. With one word from you and one from me, they lowered their voices to comment on Zhang Qian. After all, they all knew that no matter what they said, Master Zhang would definitely not understand.
Who would have thought that only after arriving would one understand what it means to "run to the mountain and die of exhaustion". Chang'an University Town is said to be backed by the Zhongnan Mountain, but in reality, it takes an hour and a half by car to reach Zhongnan Mountain! However, the famous Xiangji Temple is right next to the university town. Once you leave the university town, you can reach it in no time!
Yet he wishes to climb out of the bottle and soar freely once again, but it is as difficult as ascending to the heavens
Alas! What a pity... (The master has fallen ill)
Li Daoshang of Baiyun Temple in Chang'an may be a fraud However, the earnest intention of my young master Ren Cong to seek out a wise person is entirely genuine
Ren Quan, what other medicinal ingredients are needed? Hurry up and clarify with Ren Wu! Seeing that the family guard Ren Quan remained silent for a long time and did not carry out his orders, Ren Cong's young master temperament immediately flared up, frowning and urging in a low voice.
Apologies, the master has fallen ill
Ren Quan
"That is not an undergarment; have you ever seen anyone's undergarment made of material as glossy and smooth as that of a master?"
Then, insects will continuously lose their footing and fall into the bottle, struggling desperately in the cold water until they drown.
He is a master, why is he not wearing a cassock, and only has a garment underneath?
In this case, only when the young master takes action will it be effective!" Ren Quan turned his head to glance at Zhang Qian, who was holding his head in pain, and lowered his voice even further, "The remedy states that for the condition of phlegm clouding the mind, at the onset of the illness, if someone gives him a resounding slap, it can yield miraculous results. Master Zhang has just fallen ill, young master, your intervention is perfectly timed!"
Fortunately, my former employer Ren Qiong has a knack for making money. Every year, in addition to the income from the farmland, he is able to reap substantial profits from the shops in Chang'an City. Otherwise, even if there were a mountain of gold at home, it would not be enough to satisfy the extravagant spending of the young master
Ren Quan thought for a moment and continued to shake his head gently, "Young master! The city gate will be closed soon, and it will be too late to buy anything in Chang'an now. If we delay until tomorrow, the master's meridians may be completely blocked by phlegm and qi, and from then on..."
"Young Master, wait a moment!" The family retainer, Ren Quan, frowned and loudly advised against allowing the young master to act recklessly, "Just a few days ago, Chang'an City experienced a great turmoil, the Crown Prince was deposed, and hundreds of people lost their lives. At this time, violating the curfew and climbing over the city wall in the dead of night..."
I have said, at any cost. Ren Cong glanced at him and interrupted again in a deep voice, "Have you perhaps forgotten why we came to the mountains today? I, Ren, have searched for renowned masters for many years, and those I have encountered are either frauds or madmen. Today, thanks to Daoist Li's guidance, we have the opportunity to meet a great person. If we miss this chance again, would it not be a regret for a lifetime?"
"Enough, stop the noise!" The surrounding clamor was overwhelming, giving Ren Cong a headache. He suddenly waved his arm, commanding everyone to be silent, "Ren Quan, do you have a way to treat the master?"
"Are you still talking about me? Your voice is louder than anyone else's!"
From the first glance at Zhang Qian, they actually noticed that each other's attire was quite unusual. However, due to the unfamiliar relationship between the two parties and the fact that their young master, Ren Cong, had not yet spoken, everyone tacitly refrained from mentioning it.
What is so difficult about this? Go to the city to buy it, immediately! Ren Cong clearly comes from a wealthy family and spends money without hesitation
Compared to the past when young masters would spend a fortune to invite home swindlers, the current Master Zhang Qian, who is blinded by phlegm, lacks a bit of the ethereal demeanor and is also quite young. However, as previously discussed by the likes of Scarred Face and others, Master Zhang's attire and appearance are something that everyone has never seen in their lifetime, nor even heard of.
Hush, speak softly, let Quan say it, the master is confused by phlegm! Cannot bear the prick | stimulation
Did the master not just say that it is canvas, worn by the cowherd boy
This ... ... '' Ren Quan instinctively wanted to remind the other party that Daoist Li is a fraud! However, thinking of the sacrifices made by his young master Ren Cong over the years in search of a great master, he sighed and swallowed his words back down.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Ren Cong glared at him in dissatisfaction and urged in a low voice, "Hurry up! Brother Zhang is definitely not an ordinary person. In the past, those fraudsters would boast as soon as they met, fearing that I wouldn't believe them. Only Brother Zhang wishes that I treat him as an ordinary person!"
A cacophony of sounds surrounded Zhang Qian, yet he still could not understand a single word. It was Ren Cong and his subordinates, the turban-wearers, who, seeing him clutching his head in agony, felt a pang of compassion and urged the "doctor" who had previously applied medicine to his wound to come to his aid.
Even if one is not a master, one is certainly not an ordinary person. Whose trousers can withstand the fierce grasp of a wolf?
What happened, Master Ren Quan