Chapter 9 Buying Medicine

  "This old man is quite considerate, it seems that your initial cultivation doesn't need to be worried about." Mao Xiaofang also read the letter and a smile appeared on his face.

  "Old Ginger said with a bitter tone: 'If I were to say that I don't want to cultivate, would Old Gold be so angry that he'd crawl out from underground to settle the score with me?'"

  Mao Xiaofang shook her head and said with a playful tone: "This can't be said for certain."

  "Master, you don't have to scare me, I know that once Old Jin leaves, he won't be coming back. But rest assured, since Old Jin has made arrangements for the young master, if the young master doesn't show appreciation, it would be too ungrateful towards Old Jin's great kindness." Jiang Le said with a serious expression.

  Mao Xiaofang smiled but didn't speak, secretly feeling grateful to the old man for leaving behind a good disciple and preparing cultivation materials, making it somewhat embarrassing for him to take over.

  Jiang Le's serious expression only lasted for a moment, before he suddenly broke into a wide smile and exclaimed: "I didn't expect this old man's store to be so small, but his savings are quite substantial! This card has 3 million yuan on it, wow, I've never seen so much money in my life. Suddenly, I feel really happy."

  Can't bear to see Jiang Le's greedy appearance, Mao Xiaofang coldly asked: "Is your mere 30 million more than 100,000 taels of silver?"

  Jiang Le was stunned, looking at Mao Xiaofang in confusion.

  What does my 30 million and 1 million two white silver have to do with each other?

  Mao Xiaofang smiled strangely: "Cultivation, cultivation, wealth and law are on the ground, why is wealth in the first place? Cultivation costs a lot of money. In my early years, I spent 100,000 taels of silver to lay a good foundation for my cultivation, not to mention some cultivation materials that I obtained by myself, which added up to even more."

  Jiang Le was startled.

  It's just laying a foundation, yet it actually cost 100,000 taels of silver?

  Although Jiang Le wasn't very clear about the price of silver, with a rough calculation, 100,000 taels of silver would be worth tens of millions of RMB, not to mention the cultivation resources he had obtained himself. In other words, when his master had built the foundation, it had actually cost several tens of millions?

  I'm going, is repairing a road so expensive? It's just one foundation, if the whole set of repairs comes down to this, how much money will it take?

  Jiang Le was frightened.

  "How about it? Do you still think you're rich now?" Mao Xiaofang asked with a blow.

  Ginger's face was bitter and astringent as she looked at her bank card, then at Mao Xiaofang, and said pitifully: "Master, can you let me be happy for a while?"

  "Hmm, I'm saying this because I don't want you to be too obsessed with external things. As a cultivator, your magical powers are the only thing that's truly reliable. Everything else is just an illusion and can't be taken too seriously." Mao Xiaofang said solemnly.

  "I understand what you mean, Master," Jiang Le said with a sly smile. "But people need to have some hobbies, don't they? Some like flowers and plants, others like reading books... can't I just like counting money?"

  Mao Xiaofang is so angry, this kid has a lot of twisted logic.

  Too lazy to talk more, Mao Xiaofang pointed at the tree root object in the red cloth package and said: "If I had to say, the most valuable thing inside is this old ginseng."

  Jiang Le's eyes lit up, and he hastily picked up the old ginseng, carefully examining it for a moment. With his genuine gaze, he couldn't see where it was good. He raised his head curiously and asked, "Master, is this slightly hard and woody thing very valuable?"

  "This is a nearly hundred-year-old ginseng, extremely rare. Even if you have the money, it's hard to buy. When combined with several other precious herbs and refined into medicine, it becomes one of the best spiritual medicines for building the foundation of the Taoist way."

  Jiang Le was overjoyed, and it seemed that this was indeed better than money.

  "What herbs are needed? Master, make a list and I'll go buy them tomorrow."

  With three million in hand, Jiang Le suddenly became rich. Brother has money now, what medicine can't be bought? You name one, brother will buy two back for you.

  Mao Xiaofang glanced at Jiang Le with a playful expression and smiled: "Since you're so concerned, I'll give you a prescription next time."

  "Alright, no problem at all." Jiang Le agreed readily.

  "There are also these few things, all precious items. This is the Golden Family's heirloom jade symbol, also a symbol of the Golden Family's master. It is a piece of spiritual jade carved with precision and has been nurtured by the power of high-ranking Taoist practitioners for hundreds of years. It has the effect of calming the mind and repelling external evil spirits. You can wear it on your body, which will be very beneficial for your cultivation. This book is the Golden Family's Taoist scripture, but it seems that many pages are already missing. However, the Golden Family's dragon-seeking, hole-piercing, and evil-repelling techniques are quite unique. In the future, you can study them, and it won't be in vain for Old Man Jin to leave this legacy for you."

  Mao Xiaofang explained several things left by Jin Lao Tou.

  Jiang Le did exactly as Mao Xiao Fang said. The jade pendant was hung around her neck, the Golden House Token wrapped in red cloth and carefully rewrapped, then placed into a hidden compartment.

  The Golden Family's legacy will be continued. Once I truly embark on the path, I will study and learn diligently, so as not to let it die out. It would also not be in vain for Old Man Jin's kindness.

  After tidying up, Jiang Le sat down at the bottom of the ancestral tablet in the main hall and began to mourn for Old Man Jin.

  Not wasting time, Mao Xiaofang continued to explain the condensation method to Jiang Le.

  It's also amazing that after just one night of practice, Jiang Le's condition about studying hard seemed to have improved a lot.

  Carefully recalling, yesterday Mao Xiaofang taught his Jingfa Dao Jue, now still remember a few sentences, if it was in the past, then definitely all forgotten.

  Excitedly, he told Mao Xiaofang about this matter. Mao Xiaofang nodded and smiled: "It seems that your soul injury is not serious. When you can manipulate the vital energy inside your body, and the three aspects of vitality, energy and spirit complement each other, you should be able to recover."

  Jiang Le was overjoyed and delighted.

  It's been over a decade and I'm finally going to become a normal person. Once everything is completely settled, I have to share this news with mom and let her be happy for her son too.

  Afterwards, Jiang Le became more devoted to his cultivation.

  It's just a little hungry, but there are many benefits.

  After Mao Xiaofang once again explained the Cong Fa Dao Jue, Jiang Le entered a state of cultivation as easily and effortlessly as he had the day before.

  This time, Mao Xiaofang didn't have any thoughts of blaming Jiang Le. In fact, she felt a little relieved.

  Cultivate the Tao, cultivate oneself to attain the Tao. Therefore, as a master, one should only point out and stop, without saying too much. If one says too much, that is one's own Tao, which may be suitable for oneself but not for others, and it can easily lead them astray.

  Gang Le easily enters tranquility, Dao decides by itself, it is according to one's own body the most suitable method to operate, this just matches his Dao.

  This is what people say: The master leads you into the door, but cultivation depends on the individual.

  Another uneventful night.

  On the second day at dawn, a sunbeam shot through the window and landed on the ground, emitting a hazy glow.

  On a futon in the great hall, Jiang Le sat cross-legged, breathing evenly, with a calm and natural expression, emitting an enchanting aura from his body that was extremely mysterious.

  Suddenly, Jiang Le's eyebrows moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

  A mouthful of turbid air was exhaled, accompanied by the sudden rumbling of the stomach, with a faint desire to devour everything.

  In an instant, his face changed, Jiang Le didn't say a word and rushed out of the yard. At the breakfast shop outside Antique Street, he directly ordered five baskets of buns, five bowls of noodles, and five cups of soy milk, took them back to the small courtyard, and only then did he start eating with big mouthfuls of noodles and a bun.

  Jiang Le finally felt his stomach was full after eating nine-tenths of the buns and noodles.

  Comfortably sitting on the stone bench under the willow tree, sipping soy milk, Jiang Le couldn't help but smile wryly as he glanced at the pile of leftover meal boxes on the stone table: "This appetite has increased again. Master was right, relying solely on eating, this cultivation can't be carried out. It seems that refining medicine needs to be done sooner."

  Jiang Le picked up the leftover breakfast and returned to the main hall. On the ancestral tablet on the main hall, he found a piece of paper.

  As soon as he picked it up and took a look, Jiang Le's eyes lit up.

  A row of small characters on paper, written with a strong and powerful brush, the strokes between them have a kind of ink penetrating the back of the paper, giving a sense of entering the wood three inches deep.

  Jiang Le is also a calligraphy enthusiast, and upon seeing it, he couldn't help but be drawn in, admiring it for a long time. He felt that it had a bit of Yan Zhenqing's skill, yet it was innovative and unique, worthy of being called a master of calligraphy.

  Look at the words written above, they are all names of Chinese medicinal herbs.

  Deer antler, Chinese wolfberry, Angelica sinensis, Cow bezoar...

  There are seventeen kinds of medicinal materials, especially noted that all the medicinal materials must be used in their wild form. Apparently, this was left by Mao Xiaofang.

  Jiang Ledao was overjoyed: "I didn't expect Master's handwriting to be so good, it seems that in the future, after cultivation, I can also ask him for guidance on calligraphy. This master is a great bargain, one can replace several uses."

  Carefully putting away the prescription, Jiang Le decided that after getting the medicine, he would carefully keep this prescription and imitate it when he had nothing to do.

  At more than nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Le carried a bag and left Antique Street.

  With three million on him, Jiang Le, who felt rich and arrogant, arrived at the Chinese medicine market in Qingyang City to buy the medicinal materials on his master's prescription.

  All the way picking and choosing, asking prices, Jiang Le only discovered that the prescription left by his master was not cheap at all.

  Deer antler, Angelica sinensis, cow bezoar, and so on, generally cost several hundred to thousands of yuan. This is still for those with poor quality. If the quality is good, there are also tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan.

  Mao Xiaofang's prescription, all of which were purchased, would cost at least 2 million as a base price.

  After calculating it this way, Jiang Le felt a toothache.

  This cultivation is really not something ordinary people can afford, it's too expensive.

  But looking at the prescription, Jiang Le bit her teeth and decided that if she was going to buy it, she would buy the best one.

  After all, it's about cultivation, and in order not to be subdued by demons when subduing demons in the future, this money cannot be saved.

  Along the way, Jiang Le suddenly saw a larger storefront, with relatively simple and elegant decorations, looking quite reliable, a pharmacy.

  Look at the sign above.

  Hundred Grasses Great Medicine House

  The name is quite ordinary, but the writing is good, iron brush and silver hook, majestic. Looking at the signature below, it has a history of over 100 years, this is a century-old brand, looking at these characters, it's worth trusting.

  Jiang Le smiled slightly and walked into this pharmacy.

  The entrance of the Baicao pharmacy is large, and the interior space is even larger. The wooden cabinets and medicine shelves are all arranged in the style of old pharmacies, with a classic flavor that makes Jiang Le feel quite novel.

  "What medicine does the customer want to take?"

  When he saw Jiang Le, a thin and weak young man wearing an old-fashioned uniform came forward to greet him. He wore a professional smile, without any discrimination due to Jiang Le's ordinary clothes, obviously having received good training.

  Jiang Le Zheng was about to speak when the thin young man in front of him suddenly lit up and said, "Wait a moment, sir." He then brushed past Jiang Le.

  Jiang Le's mouth was agape, speechless.

  I'm going, what does it mean?

  He turned around and found a man strolling into the pharmacy entrance.

  The man looked like he was twenty-five or six, with a pale face and no mustache, handsome features, short hair, wearing a well-fitting casual suit, with a smile on his face, that gentle appearance made people unconsciously feel good.

  However, Jiang Le took a look and couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  There is an aura about this man that he dislikes.