Royal Road

After the winter solstice, the flow of people in Huai'en Temple has not decreased. Even Jinyang Gaomen pays homage to the Buddha, and it is necessary to reduce the entourage and keep the car simple, otherwise it will take a lot of time to enter the temple.

However, in addition to Gaomen, many people also came to pale. I saw a young woman wearing a power fence on her head, holding her baby in her hands, and climbing a high level step by step with the flow of people. After entering the temple, under the guidance of the Zhike monk, she came to the corridor of the West Palace. After waiting for a full cup of tea, it was her turn to enter the incense. Not dare to neglect, the woman hurriedly picked up her son, moved Lianbu lightly, and came to the temple.

At this moment, there is already a cloud of smoke in the hall. The monk recites in a low voice, the candlelight is lightly shaken, the golden Buddha in the temple has his eyebrows drooped, and his hands pinch the tactics, which seems to be able to relieve the pain in the world. The woman knelt down in front of the Buddha devoutly, offered joss sticks, and prostrated herself. The little child on the side was kneeling on the futon, looking curiously at the huge picture on the wall not far away.

That painting, he still can't understand it at his age. However, Yasha is fierce, Buddha is compassionate, and dragons, snakes, birds and birds are vivid. Enough to attract the attention of children.

After the woman worshipped the Buddha, she saw her son staring at the mural in such a dazzling manner, she couldn't help but smiled and said, "Buddha, do you like this painting?"

This is his nickname, and it can be seen that his mother is pious. Fo Nu nodded and whispered, "Why is the person kneeling in front of the Buddha different from the one beside him?"

Although Yasha's face was ugly and fierce, the one kneeling in front of the Buddha was as peaceful as the Buddha. Xiaowa couldn't understand it, so she asked.

The young woman patiently explained: "That is the King Kong under the seat of the Medicine Master Buddha. Only the Buddha can surrender the gods and ghosts, illuminate the three realms, and transform all living beings."

"Is it like the silly people who live in the street?" the boy asked ignorantly. He is still young, and those nonsense are the weirdest people he has ever seen.

"Just like a nonsense." The woman gently touched the top of her son's hair.

There are many Hus in Jinyang, Hu Seng, Hu Shang, and even Hu Jiang. But most of these people also live in the city and are next to the people. They speak the same language and the costumes are the same. Even if the customs are slightly different, they will celebrate the festival together and walk around each other. She has also experienced terrible days of endless wars, but these people are indeed very different from the enemies who attacked Jinyang.

This is the result of the domestication of the Buddha.

The child nodded as if he did not understand, "The Buddha's magical power is incomparable and he loves sentient beings."

The woman smiled: "Exactly."

Holding her son's little hand, the woman gave a pious salute again, followed behind the monk, and walked to the temple behind. There is a high-ranking monk teaching the Fa in the temple today, she doesn't want to miss it.

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"The tonic can be stopped, but the lord must not be negligent. Pay attention to the diet and exercise restraint." Jiang Da nodded with satisfaction when he retracted his pulse diagnosis hand.

As a private doctor, Jiang Da also knew about their personal affair a long time ago. Although I didn't agree very much, I didn't oppose it either. I just tried to persuade him to abstain from sex. This sounds a bit embarrassing.

With a thicker skin, Liang Feng just pretended not to hear: "What about strengthening your body? Can you increase exercise?"

"It's cold, just don't catch a cold." Jiang Da knows that being quiet is worse than moving. If the body is stronger, it will be good for the lord.

Liang Feng loves to hear these words. With Jiang Da's permission, the people staring at him should also slow down. It's not a way to always be so weak and involuntarily windy. Eight pack abs can't be counted on, but you have to practice riding and shooting skills.

"That's very good. By the way, how is the progress of the Pharmacopoeia?" Now that the person is here, Liang Feng also asked.

Jiang Da's eyes immediately let out light: "The category has been set, and the outline has been drafted. If it is a great success, it may be as good as the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"!"

Because the medical department was specially set up in the medical department, the medical system of the state was also changing rapidly. Not only has it carried out more detailed divisions, but also established a medical school, aiming to train more skilled doctors. Famous doctors gather, and the collation and revision of medical classics are also going on at the same time. For example, Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases", when Wang Xi edited it, he deleted the part of the miscellaneous diseases, leaving only the section on typhoid fever. However, the medical school went back to the source, retrieved the original version of the Han Dynasty, and revised it into the book "The Synopsis of the Golden Chamber". There are other medical classics that are also verifying prescriptions one by one and carefully revising them.

Such a large project has already consumed a lot of manpower. Coincidentally, when Ge Hong saw Guo Pu's comment on "Er Ya", he had a strange idea and proposed to reform the pharmacopoeia.

This pharmacopoeia is not the same as "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". What is recorded is not a pharmacological summary and compatibility rules, but a detailed introduction of each medicinal material. Including the name, painting, place of origin, processing method, curative effect and so on. When Liang Feng heard it, he thought of "Compendium of Materia Medica". This thing will not be born until thousands of years later, right? Ge Hong, a learning tyrant, was simply a walking database, and he couldn't get off when he ran out as a prefect.

However, this matter is greatly beneficial to the development of medicine. How could Liang Feng not allow it? Not only approved the project, but also gave this group of doctors a suggestion to classify them in detail according to the "Outline" and "Items" classification.

Medicine is still unable to break away from the scope of witchcraft, and the imperial medical office must set up positions such as fairy doctor officers and curse masters. How to make medicine further systematized and scientific is what Liang Feng is most concerned about. It is a good idea to improve the pharmacopoeia and sub-category records. It will be much more convenient if you want to update in the future.

But Jiang Da didn't care what Liang Feng thought. The pharmacopoeia is truly a masterpiece, and it can take a lifetime for it. His ancestor Wang Shuhe once sorted out "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and wrote "Maijing", and his grandfather also published "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases". How could he not keep some books? But a book like the Pharmacopoeia will inevitably be printed and handed down to the world. How can it be light? !

Regardless of whether the lord could understand or not, Jiang Da kept talking about the many new discoveries he had made while writing the book, and there were still many existing problems. Although Ge Hong, Guo Pu and others have worked together in this book, it is a pioneering writing method, and it must be done with caution.

Liang Feng has no research on medicine, but the outline of modern biology is more or less understood, and he can give some opinions from time to time. After talking directly for more than half an hour, Jiang Da came back to his senses, and said with confidence: "The lord should take a good rest. Regarding the pharmacopoeia, the lower officials will study carefully with others."

Liang Feng smiled and didn't care. In his view, all matters concerning the development of medicine are major events. If you can help, do your best. Proven prescriptions and pharmacopoeias are still the basis. When will the department of women and children and surgery develop, it will greatly benefit people's livelihood.

When Jiang Da was sent away, Liang Feng summoned Qingmei, took the hunting suit and put it on. Exercise sooner rather than later, first practice two bows.

When Yi Yan returned to the back house, what he saw was such a scene. Wearing a brocade crotch, a wide waist, and leather boots, the man in the courtyard is standing in the courtyard shooting an arrow.

This body is good-looking, but Yi Yan hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, how can you suddenly practice your target? It's freezing cold, what should I do if my body can't bear it?"

"Can my body survive, don't you know?" Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, loosened the bowstring in his hand, and shot an arrow, nailing it to the target.

These words made Yi Yan's face blush. Recently, the lord's physical strength has indeed grown, but this "length" is very different from the other "growth". Can they be confused?

The arrow shot was pretty reliable, but Liang Feng didn't have much joy on his face, instead he squeezed the soft bow in his hand: "The bow is too weak, it's really not a good way to keep fit..."

Turning his head, he looked up and down Yi Yan: "It just so happens that you are back, Boyuan, why don't you do some exercises together?"

What sport?

Without waiting for Yi Yan to answer, Liang Feng stretched out his hand and dragged the person into the house. Backing around, he untied his crotch and threw it on the couch.

Yi Yan's heart jumped immediately, the earth dragon burned in the room, and it shouldn't be too cold. Is it just that the lord is fine this afternoon? After all, this is the governor's mansion, will it be condemned to declare adultery in the day?

Unexpectedly, the psychological struggle has not been finished yet, Liang Feng is already lying on the couch, stretched out his hand and patted his side: "Sit here, help me hold my ankle."

what? Only then did Yi Yan realize that the other party had only taken off his outer shirt, but his shirt was still neat and tidy. How Liang Feng taught it all by himself, and he reacted after a daze for a while. This bending of the legs is to make a belly curl?

It's really sports!

For a while, Yi Yan was a little bit dumbfounded. He stepped forward and sat next to Liang Feng, pressing the other's feet with one hand: "Master, curling up can easily hurt your back. Don't do more."

Liang Feng just rolled his eyes to him. How many years has he been practicing sit-ups and push-ups, and how many years have he learned from others? What makes people more jealous is the hand on the foot. It's not too heavy, but like steel casting, it won't shake the body at all. Only one hand...

With such an extraordinary talent, he has no hope in his life. Anyhow, practice some basic items first and increase your physical strength. Regardless of Yi Yan's slightly nervous expression, he exercised with a stern look.

Unfortunately, before reaching fifty, Liang Feng only felt that his waist was about to be folded. His abdomen cramped and his back was sweating. When struggling to get up again, a hand suddenly supported his back, supporting his figure.

"Lord, you are weak, don't want to support..."

Those blue eyes were full of concern. Liang Feng took a few breaths and leaned against the opponent's shoulder without force. Okay, just take it slowly. Can't compare physical strength, can't compare patience?

Suddenly remembering something, Liang Feng chuckles in his throat: "Did Bo Yuan practice that way back then?"

"Yeah. Sweating profusely and aches all over. The lord's method is really hard." Yi Yan answered honestly. These gadgets are different from ordinary exercises and can make every inch of a person's texture painful and unbearable. But the effect is also very significant, I really don't know how the lord came up with such a body.

His hand slid down an inch, and Liang Feng touched the solid back: "There are many benefits, right?"

The word "benefits" is very meaningful. Yi Yan's hands were slightly tight, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, be careful to get up tomorrow..."

Liang Feng snorted, leaned back, and fell back on the bed: "If you exercise every day in the future, do you think Duan Qin and the others will participate in your books?"

Seeing that joking smile, Yi Yan also overflowed with a smile on his lips, leaned forward, and put one hand on the ear of the other party: "Would you not want to ask for some justice?"

"How much do you want to ask for?" Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, stretched his arms across his back, and said, "There are too many accounts. Be careful not to return to the original."

"The more the better, the more is as sweet as the sweet."

He chuckled, drowning in his lips and tongue.