Chapter 402 Herbs (Supplement 14)

bang bang!

The next day, early morning.

Just after dawn, there was a loud knock on the door outside.

"Who is it?"

Fang Yuan opened the courtyard door with a dazed expression, and immediately saw two police officers wearing big caps: "Comrade Public Security, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, is this student Fang Yuan?"

A tall policeman flipped through the records: "Well, Baoshen Temple asked the head of the Xinzhai household? Did you sell an agarwood Maitreya yesterday?"

"Yes, I have ordered the clerk to pay the tax!"

Fang Yuan asked doubtfully, "What else?"

"Last night, from 12:00 to 3:00, where were you?"

A policeman next to him suddenly asked coldly. With the majesty of the law on his body, it is easy to let the weak-minded show his feet.

"It's such a cold day, and it's so late, of course I'm sleeping at home..."

Fang Yuan replied naturally.

"Are there any witnesses? You know, the agarwood Maitreya Buddha that Mr. Thomas bought for 500,000 yuan was stolen in the hotel yesterday!"

After asking this question on the other side, he immediately carefully observed Fang Yuan's reaction.

"Stolen? This is really..."

Fang Yuan played at the level of an emperor, and the expression on his face was full of astonishment, without any abnormality.

"Okay, if you think of anything new, please let us know immediately!"

After some cross-examination, the two policemen saluted, turned and left.

"It really came to scare..."

Fang Yuan closed the courtyard door, watered the herbs in the garden as usual, with a smile on his face: "It's a pity... I have an alibi! It's still your own!"

The stalker last night was 80% sure that he would hide it, otherwise he would admit that he was negligent.

And with his proof, Fang Yuan is naturally at ease.

After tending the flower beds, he rode his bicycle straight out to a breakfast stand.

At this time, there were not many people, and the steaming steamed buns in the steamer exuded an attractive fragrance, which made people salivate.

Fang Yuan directly ordered a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of Hu spicy soup, and ate and drank slowly.

Opposite him, Guo Jing appeared out of nowhere, eating porridge with fried dough sticks, very smooth, but with a pair of sunglasses on his face, he looked a little nondescript.

After eating and drinking, the two joined the morning exercise group and took a walk in the park.

"Little layman... I still need you to heal my injury! Otherwise, I won't be able to attend class today!"

After walking to a secluded woods and making sure no one was following him, Guo Jing took off his sunglasses with a wry smile, revealing a panda eye, which was strangely smaller than yesterday.

"Old Guo, you are just a guard, so it's okay to be brave and ruthless!"

After chatting for a few words yesterday, Fang Yuan also figured it out. Although Guo Jing has a teacher's inheritance, he is not a registered Taoist priest. Instead, he is guarding the gate of a certain factory.

"I'm a good old man, a good man recognized by the neighborhood committee, if I go out to fight suddenly, I will definitely be annoyed to death by those aunts..."

Guo Jing was speechless.

"Well, don't worry! Sit down!"

Fang Yuan picked up a silver needle and pricked it between Guo Jing's eyebrows. Immediately, he silently practiced his profound skills, and a wave of spiritual energy passed through.

After a while, all the remaining bruises disappeared, and it was no different from usual.

"Hey... amazing!"

Guo Jing took out a small mirror to take a picture, and nodded with satisfaction: "The little layman's magic needle is really proficient, it reminds me of the magic needle Xue..."

"I just occasionally got a little method from ancient books, and I was lucky enough to achieve some achievements..."

Fang Yuan waved his hand and sat down on a rock: "Old Guo...do you see how many people are like us?"

"I'm afraid not many!"

Guo Jing smiled bitterly: "The old Taoist has been looking at the gate for so long, and he only met you...but the closest approximation is a little different! The "Ziqing Baozhuan" passed down by the old Taoist is still handed down by my master's master. None of them can develop supernatural powers, but in recent years, I have slowly explored and come up with some tricks, can open spiritual eyes, and draw some talismans to fool people!"

"In this way, those guys with true inheritance should be aware of it at this time, are they practicing silently now?"

Fang Yuan rubbed his chin, and smiled brightly again: "Old Guo, you don't have to belittle yourself...just the Liuding Liujia talisman that you broke out last yesterday, it's quite good, and there is also the method of spiritual eyes, and you will probably wear a Taoist robe in the future Then you can become a master exorcising ghosts!"

"Although the method of inviting Liu Ding Liujia to the upper body is sharp, it consumes too much energy. If I hadn't met the little layman yesterday and you used silver needles to protect my energy, my old bones would definitely not be able to get up today. I would have to stay in bed for seven days and seven nights." Only then..."

Guo Jing shook his head, and took out another cloth bag: "This magic weapon...let's return it to its original owner!"

"don't want!"

Fang Yuan shook his head: "I've already sold this magic weapon. If you want to return it to its original owner, you can give it to Thomas, or you can keep it yourself. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hey... Although this thing is a magic weapon, after our troubles yesterday, it is still troublesome!"

Guo Jing took it back with a wry smile: "I guess, in the next few days, the three hands in this capital will be in bad luck..."

"It's smelly, it's time to clean it up!"

Fang Yuan asked again with some interest: "What exactly is this magic weapon? Do you know it?"

"This...I just discovered it by accident when I went to watch the excitement yesterday!"

Guo Jing looked embarrassed: "However, this thing is a magic weapon, and it has a relationship with the Brahma Gate. Similar... As for the other functions, the old-fashioned profession is a bit wrong..."

"It's okay, just keep it and study it slowly, just let me know if you find anything..."

Fang Yuan stood up gracefully: "I'm going to school, and I have to catch up with my thesis!"

In fact, the harvest this time is already pretty good, not only have the notes of the onmyoji, but also a real ascetic.

Well... Although this cultivator has the taste of two knives, his roots are good and young, and he sacrificed himself to let Fang Yuan experiment, which made a great contribution to the perfection of his theory.

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"Write a thesis! Write a thesis! This time... I'm afraid it will be a blockbuster!"

In the library of Xijing University, Fang Yuan faced a mountain of books, with a pen in his mouth: "It seems that I have to throw out some dry goods..."

The tip of the pen in Fang Yuan's hand kept trembling, and a line of flamboyant handwriting appeared. At this moment, everything around him seemed to be silent. Fa Luo, beat the Fa Drum, and everything under the tip of the pen melted into nothingness!

Of course, all of the above is pure speculation.

After writing a line, Fang Yuan raised his head, and saw that the library was as usual. The golden sunlight shone through the windows, reflecting fine dust. Under the mountain of books, there were several bookworms like him buried. With glasses like the bottom of a wine bottle on his nose, he was studying hard.

"It's a world with strict rules and almost pure physics. If you want to feel the relationship between heaven and man, you should wash up and sleep as soon as possible."

He blew on the paper and looked at the title of his thesis - "On the Relationship between Traditional Chinese Medicine, Human Evolution, and Celestial Movement"!

"It's not bad if the professors don't treat me as an idiot if this kind of thesis topic is thrown out, but the truth will always be in the hands of a few people!"

Fang Yuan looked at the several large history books in front of him, and smiled on his face: "Is it the Lingwang Comet? It's really interesting!"

"Of course... this evidence alone is far from enough, at least some human body data is needed, otherwise, those professors would really dare to sweep my thesis into the trash can... In Huaguo Middle School, the university's thesis defense It would be too embarrassing if you can't pass the test..."

After solemnly memorizing the materials he found and registering, Fang Yuan walked out of the big library and came to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Fang Yuan, you're here!"

When Professor Tian from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine saw him coming, his eyes lit up immediately: "Have you completed the cultivation experiment and brought me some good medicine for the old man..."

"No, I'm just here to prepare for the collection of materials for the thesis... I still need to contact the affiliated traditional Chinese medicine hospital outside and give me some cases!"

"That depends on whether the patient and family members agree, and it's still a little risky!"

Professor Tian is very disapproving: "Xiao Fang, don't be too nice to be a high-ranking person. I'm not talking about you. As long as you can systematize the experience of herbal cultivation and write scientifically into a thesis, even if others can't, I have a master's position here. I can still keep it for you!"

"Think about it, the medicinal properties of artificially cultivated medicinal materials are comparable to those of wild medicinal materials. What a great economic value this is, and how much contribution it can bring to the motherland..."

Professor Tian was earnest, looking at Fang Yuan who was smiling firmly, he felt a little depressed again.

The prescription of traditional Chinese medicine is based on the symptom, and the medicinal materials. Of course, after so many years, many wild herbs have long been hard to find, and can only be replaced by artificial cultivation.

But this kind of artificially cultivated medicinal materials, even if they are of the same age, are always inferior to the real wild medicinal materials.

Even this subtle difference cannot be detected by instruments, and when Professor Tian found out that the herbs cultivated by Fang Yuan were not inferior to wild herbs at all, one can imagine the shock.

However, Fang Yuan took the initiative to cooperate with him in the research, and even did a controlled experiment. The two identical medicinal plants were of the same age, and even the instruments could not detect abnormalities, but his herbal medicine was more effective by three points, which made Professor Tian Puzzled.

"I'm still more interested in curing diseases and saving lives!"

Fang Yuan said firmly.

In fact, this is already the result of his ability to restrain himself.

If the medicinal property is slightly stronger, it can be said that it is planted well and has a unique secret or something, but if the growth cycle is greatly shortened, or even mutated, it will be like a monster and must be investigated.

Although I am not afraid of being exposed at this time, why bother?