The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 942 The Medical Hall is Empty

Under the night, Fang Yun walked down from the podium.

Rows of big red lanterns hung high in the sky, still illuminating the entire venue. Before, the light of the red lanterns was like dried blood, but now, the red light in the whole venue was like gurgling blood, rushing and moving forward, like a river of knowledge, like the water of civilization, pouring into the vast ocean of the Holy Way, enhancing the power of the human race.

The medical family members who were still present had experienced the cleansing, many of them had less white hair, wrinkles on their faces disappeared, and their literary courage became more crystal clear.

The faint smell of blood was gradually replaced by the fragrance of apricot flowers.

And those who left were not eliminated, they were just the foundation of the bottom layer, either submerged by water or buried by mud. The younger generation could not even see their traces, but they would always receive their grace and eat their fruits.

Before Fang Yun walked down from the podium, an invisible force was transmitted to the Holy Court through the Holy Temple of Ning'an County and directly to the Medical Hall.

"Dong... Dong... Dong..."

The bell of the Medical Hall rang seven times, and it kept echoing in the Medical Hall. Except for the people in the Medical Hall, only the saints could hear it.

In the Ning'an County Academy of Literature, Fang Yun sat down and whispered everywhere, and the voice became louder and louder, and finally formed a continuous discussion, debate and even dispute.

In the process of arguing, the eyes of the medical scholars became brighter and brighter, and the spirit became more and more vigorous.

The fragrance of apricot flowers became stronger and stronger.

Several old people entered the County Academy of Literature silently, or behind the tree, or in front of the courtyard, or under the eaves, but no one cared about them.

In the process of the debate, some people left. Most of these people were medical family members from Qingguo or Jiaguo. Among them, Lei Lu, the imperial physician of Jiaguo, was even more distraught, with deep reluctance in his eyes, but he had to leave with the Lei family and some medical family members of Jiaguo.

Everything he learned and knew told him that Fang Yun's "Plague Theory" made sense, and he could understand and even support this path, but he was a member of the Lei family after all, and it was impossible for him to follow Fang Yun.

Lei Lu knew that a new holy path was opening up in front of him. If he took it, he might become a great scholar or even a great scholar, but he would also break with his family. If he gave up, his literary talent would be tarnished for the rest of his life, and it would be difficult for him to make further progress in medicine.

Lei Lu chose to retreat.

The people of Qing who left were also full of helplessness. The clan did not trust people who learned Fang Yun's medical skills, and the King of Qing did not trust them even more.

Under the night sky of Ning'an City, there were more doctors full of sorrow.

However, the Zhang Zhongjing family, the Hua Tuo family, and the wealthy and famous families who had studied medicine for generations were constantly urging their disciples to come to Ning'an.

Kongcheng, Lu Family.

"Quick! The old man has an emergency, send a letter to Doctor Sun!"

"Doctor Sun said he is in Jingguo!"

"What is a medical scholar going to Jingguo for?"

"To participate in the medical conference in Ning'an County."

"Ning'an County... Never mind, go find other medical scholars. The medical scholars are not good enough, they can only keep the patient alive but cannot cure him."

"Hanlin Zhou has also gone to Ning'an..."

"Hanlin Liu is on his way to Ning'an..."

"Hanlin Wang is not replying..."

"There is no time to lose! Quick, I will carry the old man directly to the Holy Courtyard Medical Hall. After all, our Lu family is a semi-saint family. Even if the old man is not a direct descendant, he is still the head of the family. They have to give face to the ancestor Wei. I don't believe that the people in the Medical Hall will not help!"

The door of the Lu family opened wide, and a middle-aged scholar ran to the carriage with the old man on his back, followed by a medical scholar. A medical book was suspended on his chest, emitting a faint light, covering the unconscious old man. Three or four young men followed and got on the carriage.

The carriage sped towards the Holy Courtyard.

A young man said, "Alas, it's all Fang Yun's fault. He didn't open it earlier or later, but today he held the Medical and Literary Conference."

The middle-aged scholar scolded, "The dispute over the Holy Way is between the Zong family and Fang Yun. You young people should stay out of it and don't let others use you as a gun. Although Zong Sheng is a saint of the miscellaneous family, we should support him, but is Fang Yun an enemy of the human race? After so many years of reading, you don't know the limits at all!"

Several young people lowered their heads and said nothing.

The group hurried to the foot of Daofeng Mountain, showed their family identities, and explained their purpose. Then, they took the mechanical ladder directly to the Holy Courtyard on the top of the mountain. Under the leadership of the Holy Courtyard's receptionist, they quickly came to the Medical Hall.

The Medical Palace is a complex of buildings, consisting of three main halls, a square, and various side halls and courtyards. On weekdays, there are at least two medical scholars on duty in front of the gate to receive guests. But today, in the hazy night, the gate of the Medical Palace was wide open, but there was no one at the door.

The Lu family and the receptionist of the Holy Court looked at each other, and the receptionist said loudly: "The people of the Lu Sheng family came to seek medical treatment, and I hope the Medical Palace will be merciful."

The Lu family immediately looked at the receptionist with gratitude.

The receptionist repeated it twice in a row, but no one responded. He frowned and said: "There are only a few places in the Medical Palace that cannot be entered randomly. This Medical Palace Square can still be entered. Let's go in and ask."

The group entered the Medical Palace and walked from the right side of the square. There should be someone in the side room next to it. The receptionist took them to look slowly. After searching seven or eight rooms, no one was seen. Moreover, the documents in some rooms were messy, and the ink on the pen tip was not dry, as if someone had suddenly left after the incident.

The Jinshi of the Lu family asked, "Could something big have happened?"

The face of the Jinshi Zhike slightly changed. This is the Holy Courtyard. How big a deal would it be if the entire medical hall disappeared?

He hurriedly took out the official seal and sent a letter to Dongsheng Pavilion. Soon, the famous guest smiled helplessly and said: "The voice of Ning'an's innovation has spread to the medical hall, not to mention the holy hospital, even to the entire Kongcheng Hanlin or above." The family members were all taken to the Holy Monastery, and then moved to the capital of Jingguo through the literary community, and then to Ning'an County."

The doctor who helped treat the disease was surprised and asked: "The voice of innovation? There was a voice of innovation at Fang Yun's medical conference?"

"The news from Dongsheng Pavilion cannot be wrong, otherwise the medical palace would not come out in force." Juren Zhike said.

"It's a pity that I couldn't participate, but it won't hurt to study "On Plague" in the future. Now that there is a voice of innovation, Fang Xusheng's first-class medical department is almost certain."

A young man from the Lu family said with a sad face: "Fang Yun holds a medical seminar, but no one treats the diseases of our Lu family. Fang Yun really doesn't spare our miscellaneous family at all."

"Yes, if you don't know when to open it, you have to open it today!"

"I don't want to blame Fang Yun, but I can't blame others, right?"

The middle-aged Jinshi was stunned for a long time, sighed softly, and said: "The one who forced Fang Yun to hold a medical seminar today is probably our miscellaneous family. That's all, let's wait until the medical seminar is over before treating the old man."

The young people from the Lu family looked confused.

Not long after, a khanxinglou boat appeared in the sky above Ning'an County and outside the gate of the county liberal arts college.

I saw a large number of scholars from the Medical Hall and Kongcheng disembarking from the boat, numbering over a thousand, and entered the county liberal arts academy under the leadership of four great scholars.

Fang Yun and the others stood up to greet him. After exchanging greetings, they found out that even the medical scholars who were the gatekeepers of the medical hall were here. The medical hall was empty, and they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

All the five great scholars in the Medical Hall were present, and it could be called the most grand literary meeting among medical practitioners in a century.

Later, Fang Yun learned that people from Zhang Zhongjing's family and Hua Tuo's family had arrived in the capital directly through the literary world. They also rushed here on empty ships, and also carried medical families from other countries.

The Dakinisuluchuan was written on holy pages by the semi-sage himself, and one page was lost. It was extremely valuable, but for the sake of this medical conference, these aristocratic families did not feel sorry for it at all.