After the winter solstice, the flow of people in Huai'en Temple still did not decrease. Even Jinyang Gaomen should reduce the number of entourages and light vehicles, otherwise it will take a lot of time to enter the temple.
However, in addition to Gaomen, many people also came to be pale. I saw a young woman wearing a power fence on her head, holding her young son in hand, and climbing the high steps step by step with the flow of people. After entering the temple, under the guidance of Zhike monk, she came to the corridor of the West Hall. After waiting for a full cup of tea, it was her turn to incense. Not daring to be neglected, the woman hurriedly took her son, moved the lotus step lightly, and came to the temple.
At this moment in the hall, there is already a cloud of smoke. The monks chanted, the candle light flickered, the golden Buddha in the hall lowered his eyebrows, and his hands clenched the magic formula. The woman devoutly knelt down in front of the Buddha, offered incense candles, and bowed in homage. The little children on the side were kneeling on the futon, looking curiously at the huge picture on the wall not far away.
That painting, at his age, still can't understand it. However, the Yaksha is fierce, the Buddha is merciful, and there are dragons, snakes and birds. enough to attract the attention of children.
After the woman worshipped the Buddha, seeing her son looking at the mural in such a trance, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Fu slave, do you like this painting?"
This is his nickname, and it can be seen that his mother is devout. Fo Nu nodded and whispered: "Why is the person kneeling in front of Buddha different from the one next to him?"
Although Yaksha's face is ugly and fierce, the one kneeling in front of the Buddha is as peaceful as the Buddha. Xiaowa didn't understand, so she asked.
The young woman explained patiently, "That is the Vajra under the seat of Medicine Buddha. Only the Buddha can subdue ghosts and spirits, illuminate the three realms, and transform all living beings."
"Is it like those Hu people living in the market?" The boy asked dumbfoundedly. He was still young, and those Hu people were the strangest people he had ever seen.
"Just like a barbarian." The woman gently touched the top of her son's hair.
In Jinyang, there are various Hu people, Hu monks, Hu merchants, and even Hu generals. But most of these people also lived in the market, next to the common people. They speak the same language, wear the same clothes, and even if the customs are slightly different, they will celebrate the festival together and walk with each other. She has also experienced the terrifying days of endless wars, but these people are indeed very different from the enemies who attacked Jinyang.
This is the power of the Buddha's domestication.
The little boy nodded in understanding but not understanding: "Buddha's magic power is incomparable, and he loves all beings."
The woman smiled: "Exactly."
Holding her son's little hand, the woman saluted again, followed behind the monk, and walked to the Buddhist hall behind. Today, there is an eminent monk teaching the Fa in the temple, and she doesn't want to miss it.
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"The tonic can be stopped, but the lord must not be neglected. You should pay attention to your meals, and you must also control your sexual intercourse." Jiang Da nodded with satisfaction when he took back his pulse-diagnosing hand.
As a personal doctor, Jiang Da also knew about the affair of the two early on. Although I didn't agree with it very much, I never objected. I just persuaded him repeatedly to abstain from sex and cherish the body. This sounds awkward.
As his face thickened, Liang Feng pretended not to hear: "How about strengthening your body? Can you increase your exercise?"
"It's cold, just don't catch a cold." Jiang Da knew that being still is worse than moving.
Liang Feng likes to hear this. With Jiang Da's permission, it's time for those who are staring at him to slow down. It's not a solution to always be so weak. Eight-pack abs can't be counted on, but you have to practice until you are proficient in riding and shooting.
"That's very good. By the way, how is the progress of the pharmacopoeia?" Since people came, Liang Feng also asked along the way.
Jiang Da's eyes immediately lit up: "The major categories have been set, and the outline has been drafted. If it is a complete success, it is probably no less than the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"!"
Because the medical department is specially set up in the system, the medical system in Bingzhou is also advancing rapidly. Not only has more detailed divisions been carried out, but also a medical school has been established to train more skilled doctors. Famous doctors gathered, and the sorting and revision of medical classics were also being carried out simultaneously. For example, in Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases", when Wang Xi compiled it, he deleted the miscellaneous diseases part, leaving only the chapter on typhoid fever. The medical school traced back to the source, retrieved the first edition of the Han Dynasty, and re-revised it into the book "The Synopsis of the Golden Chamber". There are other medical classics, which are also being tested one by one and carefully revised.
Such a large project had already consumed a lot of manpower. Coincidentally, when Ge Hong saw Guo Pu's annotations on "Er Ya", he had a whimsical idea and proposed to reorganize 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 name, image, origin, processing method, curative effect and so on. As soon as Liang Feng heard it, he remembered the "Compendium of Materia Medica". This thing will take thousands of years to be born, right? Ge Hong, a scholarly tyrant, was like a walking database, and he couldn't be idle even when he ran out to be the prefect.
However, this matter is greatly beneficial to the development of medicine, how could Liang Feng not allow it? Not only did the project approve the project, but also gave a suggestion to the group of doctors, classifying them in detail according to the "class" and "item" classification methods.
Medicine can't be separated from the field of witchcraft, and the Imperial Physician's Office has to set up positions such as Immortal Doctors, Cursing Masters and so on. How to make medicine more systematic and scientific is what Liang Feng is most concerned about. And improving the pharmacopoeia, sub-category records, is nothing less than a good idea. It will be much more convenient if you want to update in the future.
But what Liang Feng thought, Jiang Da didn't care. Pharmacopoeias are truly masterpieces that can take a lifetime. His grandfather, Wang Shuhe, once compiled "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and wrote "Maijing", and his grandfather also published "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases", how could he not leave some writings? And a book like the pharmacopoeia is bound to be published and handed down, how can it be taken lightly? !
Regardless of whether the lord could understand or not, Jiang Da kept talking about many new discoveries while writing the book, as well as many existing problems. Although Ge Hong, Guo Pu and others have cooperated in this book, it is a first-of-its-kind writing method, and one must be cautious.
Liang Feng has no research on medicine, but he still knows a little about the division of modern biology, and he can give some opinions from time to time. After chatting for more than an hour, Jiang Da finally came back to his senses, and said bluntly: "My lord, you should rest well. The matter of the pharmacopoeia, the lower official will ponder with others carefully."
Liang Feng smiled and didn't care. In his view, everything related to the development of medicine is a major event. If you can help, do your best. Pharmacopoeia and other prescriptions are still the foundation, when the development of gynecology and child care and surgery will greatly benefit people's livelihood.
When Jiang Da was sent away, Liang Feng called Qingmei and took out hunting clothes and put them on. Exercise should be done sooner rather than later. Let's start with two bows.
When Yi Yan returned to the back house, he saw such a scene. The man in the courtyard was wearing a brocade crotch, a wide waistband, leather boots, and a sassy figure, standing in the courtyard shooting arrows.
This outfit looks good, but Yi Yan didn't feel relieved, and hurried forward: "Master, why did you suddenly practice target? It's freezing cold, what should I do?"
"Do you still know if my body can handle it?" Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, loosened the bowstring in his hand, and shot an arrow, nailing it to the target.
This remark made Yiyan's face red. Recently, the lord's physical strength has indeed grown, but this "long" is very different from that "long". Can they be confused
This arrow is quite reliable, but Liang Feng didn't have much joy on his face, instead he weighed the soft bow in his hand: "The bow strength is too weak, it's really not a good way to exercise..."
Turning his head, he looked Yiyan up and down: "It just so happens that you are back, Boyuan, why don't we do some exercise together?"
What sport
Without waiting for Yiyan to answer, Liang Feng stretched out his hand and dragged the person into the house. After backing away, he untied his crotch and threw it on the couch.
Yi Yan's heart immediately jumped, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, so it shouldn't be too cold. Is it just that the lord has nothing to do this afternoon? After all, this is the Prefect's Mansion. Wouldn't it be criticized for spreading prostitution in the daytime
Unexpectedly, before the psychological struggle was over, Liang Feng was already lying on the couch. He reached out and patted his side: "Sit here and hold my ankle."
ah? Only then did Yi Yan realize that the other party only took off his outer shirt, but his inner clothes were still neat and tidy. It was also taught by Liang Feng, and after being stunned for a while, he realized it. This bending of the legs is to do a crunch
What a sport!
For a while, Yi Yan was also a little bit dumbfounded, took two steps forward, sat next to Liang Feng, and pressed one hand on each other's feet: "My lord, curling up can easily hurt your back, so don't do more."
Liang Feng just rolled his eyes and gave it to him. How many years has he practiced sit-ups and push-ups, and is he still learning from others? Even more envious is the hand on the foot. It's not heavy, but like steel casting, it won't shake your body at all. only one hand...
With such a talent, he has no hope in this life. Anyway, let's practice some basic projects first and increase some physical strength. Regardless of Yi Yan's slightly nervous expression, he exercised in a disciplined manner.
Unfortunately, before reaching fifty, Liang Feng felt that his waist was about to break. His abdomen was throbbing, sweating profusely, and when he was struggling to get up again, a hand suddenly placed on his back, supporting his figure.
"My lord, you are weak, don't force yourself..."
Those blue eyes were full of concern. Liang Feng took a deep breath and leaned against the opponent's shoulder. All right, let's take it slowly. Can't compare physical strength, can't compare patience
Suddenly remembering something, Liang Feng chuckled softly in his throat: "Did Bo Yuan practice like this back then?"
"Yeah. I'm sweating profusely and my whole body is sore. My lord's method is really annoying." Yi Yan answered honestly. These things, different from ordinary practice methods, can make every inch of a person's texture feel unbearable pain. However, the effect is also very significant. I really don't know how the lord came up with such a body.
His hand slipped down an inch, and Liang Feng touched the solid back: "There are also many benefits, right?"
The word "benefits" is simply meaningful. Yi Yan's hands tightened slightly, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "My lord, be careful not to get out of bed tomorrow..."
Liang Feng laughed out loud, 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's lips also overflowed with a smile, leaned forward, and put one hand on the other side's ear: "Don't you want to get some justice back then?"
"How much do you want to ask for?" Liang Feng raised his eyebrows, stretched his long arms, and slid across his back, "There are too many accounts, be careful not to return to the book."
"The more the better, the sweeter it is."
A chuckle, submerged in his lips.