Datang broom star

Wei Wushuang said: "Let the family with the best horsemanship go to the palace to ask for it."

Ah Fu was sitting outside, walking around and Jia Yu at the same time.

The two children looked dull, and they didn't even respond to the old turtle slowly crawling past them.

When Jia Pingan opened his eyes, he saw an old fairy-like man holding a long needle and pricking himself.

"Ouch I'm going!"

He was about to struggle subconsciously, but Wei Wushuang and Su Ho rushed up like wolves and tigers, pressing one side each.

"Husband, don't move, this is Mr. Sun."

Gao Yang shouted: "Lie down, and then use the whip!"

The three wives gathered together, what is this for? Jia Ping'an only felt his head go numb, his body was weak, and said drowsily: "I don't drink poison, I don't drink poison!"

Sun Simiao said in a deep voice, "This is muddled."

Phew, he laid the needle like lightning.

Then another stitch.

"Aw!" Jia Ping'an howled, "Sore! Sore!"

"Soreness? That's right."

Sun Simiao smiled and said: "Your illness is so insane, it seems that the old man has to deal with some serious problems."

Jia Pingan gradually came to his senses, "No! I am conscious."

Wei Wushuang and Su Ho pressed him, Su Ho said: "My husband, don't move, Mr. Sun is a genius doctor, he will do whatever he says."

Your surname is Pan?

Jia Pingan was angry, and then suddenly startled.

"I am sick?"

Tiredness flooded in like a tidal wave, he let go of his hand, and passed out again.

"No problem." Sun Simiao said very firmly: "It's fine when you wake up, and then take a few medicines to expel the poison, and after a few more days, you will be able to heal your body like this, so you can take care of it!"

When Shaopeng first arrived, he first cupped his hands in admiration, "I've seen Mr. Sun, but I don't know what happened to Mr. Jia?"

"I can't die!"

Sun Simiao said calmly.

Shao Peng happily went back to the palace to report the news. Sun Simiao walked out of the ward and saw that Jia's house was just ordinary, and there were no exotic flowers and plants. Heavy, the family is so thrifty, why?"

These days, a house is a face, but all the dignitaries and rich people like to spend money on it.

Wei Wushuang came out to accompany him, and said: "My husband said that it is good to live in a house. Tall buildings and mansions seem to satisfy people's hearts, but people's hearts are never satisfied. The most important thing for a family is to care for each other, not luxury."

Sun Simiao nodded, "This son is related to my Taoism."

When Li Chunfeng came out, he couldn't help feeling a confidant when he heard the words, "Mr. Sun's words are right, Xiao Jia is quite savvy. The old man advised him several times to practice Taoism with him, but he said that he has no Taoist heart."

Sun Simiao said with a smile: "What kind of Dao heart? The so-called Dao heart is nothing more than being able to experience the world of mortals without nostalgia; being in a busy city, looking at the prosperity and people's affairs without being tempted, but being able to deal with them calmly; being in the deep mountains without noticing Loneliness, a mountain and a river, a tree and a grass, a branch and a leaf, stubborn rocks, insects and beasts, white clouds and gray dogs all have spirits. Sit quietly and observe yourself, but you can feel the vastness of the universe. Words cannot be trusted.”

He glanced at Li Chunfeng, "We are all human beings, and everything has a spirit. How do we practice Taoism? It's all about seeking fish from a tree. What do you get by working tirelessly every day? People should dissolve into the world, not practice the so-called spirituality in the deep mountains and old forests. road."

Li Chunfeng was stunned, only felt that these words were full of deep meaning, but he couldn't fully comprehend them for a while, "Then why did Mr. Sun refuse to come to Chang'an?"

Sun Simiao smiled wryly, "I don't want to come to Chang'an, it's not because I'm afraid that the prosperity will disturb people's hearts. Last time I came to Chang'an, there was an endless stream of people who came to see me every day. It's miserable! Such a commotion, how can I have free time? How do you think about medical skills? How do you study books?"

Li Chunfeng suddenly realized, "Mr. Sun is a man among the gods. Some of those people are looking for medicine and medicine, and some are seeking the way of the gods."

Sun Simiao smiled, "The so-called way of immortality is to go out of the world and enter the world. I feel happy and safe in the mountains, and I have never felt uneasy when I entered the world, but I am just afraid of those people blocking the door hahahaha!"

His laughter was so loud that Sanhua and the others couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, it's Sun Shenxian."

Right now the Jia family has two gods, one is Li Banxian and the other is Sun God.

Sun Simiao has a fluttering beard, a ruddy complexion, and no signs of aging in his gestures, making people want to ask how he did it.

"Mr. Sun, I would like to ask for advice." Li Chunfeng cupped his hands.

Sun Simiao was stunned, "You! This so-called way of immortality is actually the way of keeping in good health. Once a person is not disturbed by external objects, and lives thoroughly, the old confusion will disappear one by one, and he will be refreshed. Eyes are clear, many things are seen more calmly than others. No worries in the heart, and the soul is not disturbed by those anxieties, how can you not live long?"

A group of servants nearby were eavesdropping, wanting to learn the way of the gods, but they didn't expect it to be so simple.

Seeing that everyone was disappointed, Sun Simiao laughed out loud, very happy.

Every move of this person is natural, as if he has merged with his surroundings.

"The old man compiled a thousand gold prescriptions, the so-called immortal way is in it, but there are too many, it is not easy to copy, but recently the old man saw that someone used a book, and the book was actually printed, look back at the old man , find some money to print those scrolls, at least give some to others.”

Sun Simiao compiled a thousand gold prescriptions, and the only way to spread them is to copy them.But there are too many, and there is no one around him who is good at writing, so after compiling this book in the third year of Yonghui, there is only one copy.

Li Chunfeng said with a smile: "Mr. Sun didn't know that the book was invented by Xiao Jia. The engraving block was only used less among the people at first, and it was mostly used to print some scriptures or almanacs. Afterwards, Xiao Jia promoted the engraving block. Now every year Many books are printed, and students all over the world benefit from it."

Sun Simiao was stunned, "The little lady scolded the old man, saying how great her husband is, and that if the old man doesn't save him, he would be a heinous crime. At that time, the old man didn't understand. I didn't expect to wait for him to heal like this. The old man wanted to talk to him."

When everyone heard him describe Su Ho as a girl doll, they couldn't help covering their mouths and giggling.

After pouring the medicine, Wei Wushuang hurriedly asked Sun Simiao to clean up the room, he must be considerate.

"The old man was collecting herbs in the mountains. At night, he was only wrapped in a sheepskin cloak, but he slept peacefully. There is no need to go too far."

This one is really free and easy. He eats very carefully, chews slowly, and never wastes his meals.

He looked up and saw everyone looking at him, and said: "This is the way of the gods."

He smiled slightly as he spoke.

It was late at night when Jia Pingan woke up again.

He opened his eyes, and the lights in the room were like beans, illuminating the dim light in the room.

What does this mean?

Jia Ping'an completely forgot how he fell down.

Remember after falling asleep.

then what?