Otherworldly Merchant

The nine needles are different in thickness, length, and length, and all emit a golden yellow light!

This is the golden needle for acupuncture at first glance.

The tattoo on the needle is also extremely ancient and should be a three-leaf pattern from the Tang Dynasty.

I took out each of those nine gold needles and checked them out, and I found a tiny, tough one, and at the same time, the scent of an herbal sprinkled.

This scent is not sprayed, but emanates from the inside of the gold needle. Like a ghost knife commonly used by executioners, there will naturally be a killer, if passed down from generation to generation, hundreds of miles of wild ghosts dare not approach.

I put the needle down and looked at the yellow cloth bag again.

The cloth bag is also extremely ancient, with a faint yellow glow, which should look like ancient fine silk, with a unique flower field diagram of the Tang Dynasty painted on the silk, while in the lower left corner of the cloth bag, three small letters are embroidered with red silk thread: Gift Si.

Stu?

Could it be the famous Tang dynasty drug King Sun Sichuan?

This thing is technically an antique of the Tang Dynasty, but if it is a relic of Sun Sixuan, it is even more so. It is definitely not measurable by millions.

“How did you get this thing?” I put the gold needle back where it belongs and turned around and asked.

“This was handed down by my ancestors. Our ancestors were traditional Chinese medicine for generations. The best part is acupuncture! But... but now no one is begging us to treat the illness, they treat us as Jianghu liars, but any illness, big or small, go directly to the Western doctor to sign up for the surgery. Besides, I studied medicine with my grandfather and father. I didn't have a medical license at all. I finally had the courage to see people for free in front of my house, and the people at the hospital came to the door to smash the stall. So... I'm afraid we won't need this anymore. ”

Speaking of which, the young man lost a little bit of his head.

“Even if it doesn't work, you can stay as a souvenir. You don't have to sell it.” I'm sorry to hear that.

“I…”

When the young man paused, he was embarrassed to say: "Our grandson's pot, the generational doctor, can be passed on to my generation, but it can't be passed on in any way! I feel sorry for Ancestor when I see this box of gold needles every day...”

“Besides, my mother was old and in love with her hometown, and she kept arguing about moving back to her hometown. But besides practicing medicine, I don't have any other skills. I thought I could mix the heavens and the earth with this needle surgery, and then I sold my home property to Wuhan to invade, but I didn't expect...” He sighed heavily as if he was extremely unhappy.

“So, not only do you know how to use this needle, but you're also very skilled?” I asked curiously.

“I don't dare to say it, but homeschooling acupuncture is amazing! I've learned most of it, and the usual little needle to get rid of it, even if it's a tricky complication, it only takes three injections to work.” Young people say it with certainty, and in both eyes there is an extremely confident glow.

“This needle is true, it is indeed used by ancient doctors, as for your medicine... so you can try me! Let me see what your level is. If you really have the ability, don't sell this needle. I promise to make you feel safe in Wuhan to heal people.” I said.

“Yes!” the young man glanced: “What's wrong with Master Zhang? ”

“Shoulders.” I pointed to both shoulders: “My shoulder has been sore. It's useless to go to the hospital many times. Please take a look. ”

I don't know if I often look for shady things in the wilderness hills, my shoulders get very severe rheumatism, sometimes sore, and sometimes numb, after seeing several doctors, I tried all kinds of exterior clothes hot post cold application, but I still haven't seen much improvement.

Yin Xinyue persuaded me to go to Beijing to take a look. I deduced that it was a minor illness, and it never moved. Since we met Sun Sixuan's descendants today, we could try it.

“All right!” The young man held his sleeve asleep, walked forward, and gently squeezed a gold needle into the back of my neck.

I just felt itchy and painless. Then he touched the second hand!

He stuck it so fast, he barely had to think about the point, and a couple of gold needles were stuck on my back neck shoulders in turn.

“Master Zhang, I am the family's spiritual pivot of nine needles, weighing in nine pulses! The ninth needle is the key, please hold a sip of tea and do not swallow for now.” The young man commanded.

“Oh?” I was more curious when I heard it. I drank a sip of tea, like he said, in my mouth.

He then pinched the longest needle and circled in front of me, pointing it at the divine court cave above my head, gently moving.

This needle is 20 centimeters long and slowly enters as he moves. I felt numb over my head, and then there was hidden heat on both shoulders of my back neck, and it itched like thousands more ants were climbing.

As the long needle continues to drill in, the itching tastes worse and worse.

All of a sudden, he pushes hard!

The long needle went down, as if it had stuck something bad. It hurt. I hit a spirits hard, and the tea in my mouth poured out.

“Is this what you call home moxibustion?” I have some angry irony.

“Master Zhang, look!” Young people are not angry at all, but proud to point to the ground.

I looked back —— the tea just thrown up on the ground was covered with a layer of white frost, and the air was slowly rising with white smoke.

“How is that possible?” I'm a little surprised.

The tea you just drank was warm water. How did it turn into cold water after a glance?

“Master Zhang, you have a chill in your shoulder-width hole. I used a gold needle to push this chill into your throat before it melted out. Do you still have pain in your shoulders?” After that, he took out all nine needles and plugged them back into the yellow cloth bag.

I looked at him stunned and moved my arms left and right.

It turns out that the soreness and itching of the crisp is gone.

The rheumatism that haunted me for years was cured by him in just a few minutes!

This young man is indeed the heir of Sun Sixuan.

“You are amazing!” I laughed and sighed.

“What good is that?” He sighed, somewhat discouraged: “The needle method is magical, and there is no use for it. In other words, Master Zhang, if you change someone else, you won't let me try it at all. Especially that last needle. Almost nobody dares to accept it...”

It is true that the last needle was too long and pierced from the top of the head, and people would never dare to try it.

No wonder this young man had to sell his ancestral needle in pain. He was holding his heart!

What does it feel like to learn this skill from a young child and now pass on 5,000 years of Chinese medicine culture, but be regarded by one's own people as a con artist?