The Heavenly Physician's Water and the Medicine King's Medicine

Chapter 84 The Heavenly Physician's Water and the Medicine King's Medicine

Their gazes all fell on Li Yuan.

That gaze wasn't just an ordinary look, but a deeper "illumination"—

Like the bright moon reflecting on water, it neither welcomes nor sends off, but reveals itself when things come; like an ancient mirror reflecting one's image, it neither discerns nor analyzes, but beauty and ugliness are self-evident.

They fell upon him, pierced his body, passed over his skin, and shone directly into his soul.

That was not a gaze, but a gaze of being, the most natural reverence of the gods for the Lord they recognized.

In that gaze, there was reverence—the reverence of a submissive for their lord, not fear born of power, but humility born of seeing something vast.

There is anticipation—

That was the anticipation of those waiting for orders, like waiting for a ray of dawn in the long, dark night—unhurried, calm, and patient.

Confidently, we wait.

There is submission—

That is God's submission to a higher being, not yielding, but returning.

Just as rivers know their destination is the sea, and stars know their orbit is the sky.

There is also waiting.

Waiting for Li Yuan to speak.

Awaiting Li Yuan's order.

Waiting for Li Yuan—

Mobilize the power of all the gods.

Li Yuan's thoughts slowly spoke within the endless divine court.

That opening is not the opening and closing of the lips, nor the vibration of the vocal cords, but something deeper: the tremor of the mind, the resonance of the spirit, the expression of existence.

In a single thought, all laws follow; in a single word, heaven and earth respond.

Those were not ordinary words, but the voice of the Tao in the human world, the echo of the workings of the principles of Heaven.

The sound was not loud, but it resounded throughout the entire Daluo Palace.

It's not tall because it doesn't need to be tall.

Just as the universe operates silently, yet no one can escape its rhythm; just as the seasons change steadily, yet nothing can resist its flow.

"Taiwei Xuan Palace, where the God of Fate establishes the registers."

Above the nine heavens, there is a god called the Heavenly Physician.

Holding the power of life and death, harmonizing yin and yang.

It can cure all diseases and neutralize all poisons.

The incantation, like the long tolling of an ancient bell, echoed between the halls, circle after circle, layer after layer, spreading endless ripples.

Like a stone thrown into a deep pool, it ripples in the void, wave after wave, layer upon layer, spreading to an immeasurable distance.

Every word contains an ineffable power—a power that is not contained within the word itself, but rather in the spaces between the words, in the mind of the one who recites it, and in the unchanging laws of time.

Every sound resonates with the laws that have existed since time immemorial—a vibration that is not the vibration of sound waves, but something deeper, the frequency of the operation of the Heavenly Way, the rhythm of the universe's breathing.

The moment the incantation ended, deep within the Great Luo Palace, a divine throne suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

That radiance was different from the vast and majestic aura of the Celestial Master—

The radiance of the Celestial Master was purple-gold, carrying the majesty of thunder and the reverence of the Celestial Master, like the blazing midday sun, dazzling and unbearable to behold.

That is the light of the true lineage of heaven and earth, the light of all laws returning to their origin, and the unshakable foundation of the lineage of Tao.

That light was different from the penetrating, clear light of Zhuge Liang—

The brilliance of Zhuge Liang was bluish-white, carrying the clarity of wisdom and the profundity of strategy, like the cold moon in the dead of night, clear and cold, illuminating people's hearts.

That was the light that discerned the secrets of heaven, the light that strategized, the ineffable wisdom of the stars in motion.

That light was different from the crimson-gold radiance of Guan Yu—

The radiance of Guan Yu is crimson gold, burning with loyalty and righteousness, and possessing the sharpness of a martial saint. It is like a raging fire, dazzling and unstoppable.

That is the light that protects the country and its people, the light that vanquishes demons and monsters, the sharpest ray of righteous energy in the world.

It was a gentler, softer, and more compassionate light.

That was the light of the Heavenly Healer.

The light was not dazzling, not scorching, and didn't even illuminate anything.

It simply permeated the air, like moonlight spilling across the earth, like mist shrouding the mountains and forests.

It doesn't rush to dispel the darkness, but quietly shines in the darkness, letting all those struggling in pain know that there is light here, that light is waiting for them.

Amidst the light, a phantom slowly emerged.

He wore the Jinxian crown, the crown of Han Dynasty civil officials, symbolizing his concern for human suffering and the compassionate spirit of a scholar-official who believed that "if he cannot be a good prime minister, he should be a good doctor."

Every line on that crown seemed to tell an ancient story—

It is about how a person can let go of fame and fortune, how to go among the people, and how to use their own hands to soothe the pain of people all over the world.

Wearing a blue robe, the color of a doctor's uniform, blue symbolizes life and represents the hope of life.

The color of the green robe was not a deep emerald, but a light blue, like the tender green of newly sprouted spring grass, or the pale blue of the sky after rain.

That is the initial color of life, and also its last hope.

He had a medicine pouch hanging from his waist, which was bulging and filled with countless life-saving medicines.

No one knows exactly how many kinds of medicine are contained in that medicine bag—it seems as if all the herbs in the world are contained inside, as if all the prescriptions are hidden within it.

The medicine bag may not seem large, but it was as if it could hold an entire mountain of medicine and a thousand-year-old medical tradition.

Holding a whisk, he gently swayed it, as if dispelling human illness and suffering.

Each rustling motion brings a gentle breeze, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance—not strong, but refreshing and soothing.

Where the whisk touched, the illness lessened by three parts, and the suffering lessened by five parts.

Those eyes were gentle and warm, yet they seemed to be able to see through all diseases, all pain, and the mysteries of life and death.

Those were eyes that had witnessed countless lives and deaths. They had seen the first cry of a newborn baby and the last sigh of an old person passing away;

I have seen patients reach out their hands in despair, and I have seen doctors shed tears when they are helpless.

It has witnessed too many partings and deaths, and too much helplessness.

But those were also eyes that never gave up on any life.

No matter how serious the illness, no matter how difficult the ailment, in those eyes you can see a light—the light of "I'll try again," the light of "maybe there's still a way," the light of "as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I won't give up."

Heavenly Healer!

The Yunji Qiqian states: "The Heavenly Physician is the god who governs human diseases and life and death. When people are sick, they can pray to the Heavenly Physician to cure their illness and prolong their lives."

That is not a mere legend, but something that countless people have sensed through their devotion when they prayed to heaven in despair over the past thousand years.

The Heavenly Healer is not a person, but a force—

A profound and tender care for life that exists between heaven and earth.

In Taoist rituals, there is a special "Heavenly Physician Department," which is to pray for this deity to descend and heal the sick and exorcise evil spirits for believers.

That is one of the oldest rituals in Taoism, passed down for thousands of years without interruption.

Every step, every talisman, and every incantation in that ritual did not come out of thin air, but were traces left by eminent Taoist masters throughout history who, in their cultivation, resonated with and verified the power of the Heavenly Healer.

At this moment, the illusory figure on the divine throne was looking down at Li Yuan with slightly lowered eyes.

In those eyes, there was inquiry and waiting.

He is waiting.

Wait for Li Yuan's next sentence.

Li Yuan's thoughts spoke again: "Now that the Heavenly Physician has descended, the Medicine King shall arrive."

Shennong tasted herbs, and Xuanyuan invented needles.

Qi Bo discussed pulse diagnosis, and Bian Que prescribed treatments.

Throughout history, medical sages have all proven the true path.

Please—

"Medicine King, bestow medicine to relieve suffering!"

The incantation fell again!

Another divine tablet suddenly lit up!

The light carried a strong medicinal fragrance, as if the aromas of hundreds of herbs were intertwined. There was the warmth of angelica, the king of blood-nourishing and blood-activating herbs, carrying the weight and warmth of the earth; there was the sweetness of astragalus, the good general of qi-tonifying and exterior-strengthening herbs, carrying the brightness and warmth of the sun.

There is the bitterness of ginseng, the supreme tonic for replenishing vital energy, carrying the spirit and essence of mountains and rivers; there is the mildness of licorice, the venerable herb that harmonizes all medicines, carrying the inclusiveness and composure of the Central Plains.

The aromas, rich yet not pungent, instead bring peace of mind, as if one were in a garden of herbs, with soft soil beneath one's feet, a clear blue sky above, and lush herbs swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a fragrance that has remained unchanged for millennia.

A figure sat upright amidst the light.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, the kind of attire a countryman would wear, as simple as could be.

The hempen clothes were patched, with patches upon patches, yet they were washed clean and worn neatly.

That is not the embarrassment of poverty, but the freedom of spiritual practice. Why should a person who has the world and all living beings in his heart care about the clothes he wears?

His face was aged, with deep wrinkles, each wrinkle seemingly recording every herb he had tasted and every life-or-death experience he had gone through.

Those wrinkles hold the pain of Shennong being poisoned when he tasted hundreds of herbs, the helplessness of Bian Que when he was misunderstood by Duke Huan of Cai, the grief and indignation of Hua Tuo when his medical books were burned while he was imprisoned, and the resolute determination of physicians throughout history when facing incurable diseases, saying "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me."

But his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Those eyes seemed to hold all the herbs in the world—

From ginseng from Changbai Mountain to Panax notoginseng from the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau; from snow lotus at the foot of Tianshan Mountain to pearls on the shores of the South China Sea; from Cynomorium songaricum deep in the desert to lotus seeds from the water towns of Jiangnan.

He recognized the medicinal properties of every herb, knew the effects of every flower, and understood the properties of every medicine, including their rising and falling, hot and cold nature.

Those eyes seemed to hold all the medical prescriptions of the past and present—

From the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic to the Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases, from the Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold to the Compendium of Materia Medica; from the Elbow-Side Emergency Prescriptions to the Secret Prescriptions from the Outer Terrace, from the Imperial Pharmacy for the Benefit of the People to the Universal Relief Prescriptions.

He remembers the composition of every prescription, understands the roles of each herb as principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide, and knows how to modify or adjust each prescription.

Those eyes seemed to hold the solution to all human suffering—

No matter how strange the illness or how intractable the poison, in his eyes there was always a way to cure it.

Because his heart was filled with the suffering of all people: his wish was for a world free of disease and human pain.

Medicine King True Lord!

Sun Simiao!

The two medical texts, "Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold" and "Supplement to Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold," have been passed down through generations and are revered as the "King of Medicines," enjoying eternal worship.

He practiced medicine throughout his life, saving countless lives; he wrote books, benefiting all people.

He is the patriarch of physicians, the savior of the people, and an insurmountable peak in the lineage of Taoist medicine.

At this moment, his phantom sat upright on the divine throne, his eyes, which could see through all the medicinal properties, looking at Li Yuan.

He nodded slightly.

That nod, so light and subtle, seemed to carry immense weight—it was the Medicine King's approval, the inheritance of medical skills, and the response of countless generations of incense offerings.

In that gentle nod, there lies a thousand years of waiting, an eternal entrustment, and the hopes of all living beings.

As the two divine thrones lit up, the aura within the Great Luo Palace changed.

The light of the Heavenly Physician was gentle and warm, spreading out and enveloping the entire palace.

That water was no ordinary water, but the water born of heaven, the source of life, the beginning of all things.

The water flowed silently, passing through every inch of space and every corner, immersing the entire Daluo Palace in a warm and gentle atmosphere.

The Medicine King's radiance, as rich as medicine, spread out and permeated every corner.

That medicine was no ordinary medicine, but the essence of heaven and earth, the spirit of plants and trees, and the energy of mountains and rivers.

The medicine seeped in silently, penetrating every crevice and every inch of space, filling the entire Daluo Palace with its fragrance.

The two lights intertwined, blending together seamlessly, indistinguishable from one another.

There is medicine in the water, and water in the medicine; water can cure diseases by means of medicine, and medicine can be dispersed by means of water.

The water of the Heavenly Physician and the medicine of the Medicine King are of the same origin, both stemming from the same Dao, and both returning to the compassionate heart of saving the world and helping people.

But Li Yuan did not stop.

His thoughts continued to speak: "The Heavenly Physician is on the left, and the Medicine King is on the right."

There are also various gods of the Plague Department, who are in charge of plagues.

Poisonous insects are rampant, harming living beings.

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"Five Plague Messengers, clear the way and drive away evil!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

Five beams of light shone simultaneously!

Those were five divine positions, arranged in the five directions. The Eastern Green Plague Messenger was located in the east, its color was green, and its aura was life-giving.

His radiance was azure, like the grass and trees in spring, carrying the power of growth and the vitality of the Azure Dragon of the East.

That blue wasn't ordinary blue; it was the color of the first tender leaf in spring, the initial spark of life in the world.

The Southern Red Plague Messenger is located in the south, is red in color, and has a long breath.

His radiance was crimson, like the summer sun, carrying intense heat and the fiery intensity of the Vermilion Bird of the South.

That crimson was not an ordinary crimson, but the color of the midday sun, the yang energy at the peak of all life's growth.

The Western White Plague Messenger is located in the west, is white in color, and its energy is concentrated.

His radiance was pure white, like autumn frost and dew, carrying a chilling, murderous aura, like the malevolent power of the White Tiger of the West.

That white wasn't ordinary white; it was the color of the first frost of late autumn, the crisp, clear white of a time when all things are gathering in the air.

The Northern Black Plague Messenger is located in the north, is black in color, and possesses a hidden aura.

His radiance was jet black, like the darkness of a winter night, carrying a profound mystery and the serenity of the Black Tortoise of the North.

That black was no ordinary black, but the deepest color of the winter solstice night, the profound weight of all things in hibernation.

The Central Yellow Plague Messenger is located in the center, its color is yellow, and its vapor is transformed.

His radiance was earthy yellow, like the thick soil of the earth, bearing and transforming everything, carrying the inclusiveness of the central earth element.

That yellow was not an ordinary yellow, but the deepest color of the earth, the profound color of all things returning to their origin.