"What's that sound?" Most of the people who came here were doctors and reporters from other places. They had never heard One Finger Monastery's bell and drum before.
"It's One Finger Monastery's bell and drum. Don't you know that monasteries have morning bell and evening drum?" When Dog Song heard that, he smugly flaunted what little knowledge he had.
The reporters blushed when they heard that. A reporter shouted, "We do know, but many monasteries have canceled their morning bell and evening drum due to complaints from residents that it's a nuisance. I never expected you to hear it here. Furthermore, the sound is so pleasant to the ears. "
"If the morning bell and evening drum sound like that, I can only say that the people who complained are sick in the head," someone mumbled.
"Then you are overthinking things. I've heard quite a number of bell and drum sounds, but those aren't as pleasant as the ones here," someone explained.
With that, many people began discussing the bell and drum sounds. At the same time, they had a clear impression of One Finger Monastery. It was a monastery with a pleasant and thought-provoking bell and drum sounds.
Just as everyone was having a heated discussion, someone shouted, "Abbot Fangzheng is here!"
Everyone immediately turned spirited when they heard that. After freezing on the mountain for most of the night, they had finally seen the person in question! Therefore, all of them craned their necks and raised their cameras high, hoping to capture first-hand information.
Although Fangzheng had appeared on television a few times and it wasn't difficult to find his videos and information, it was different this time. Fangzheng's appearance bore the mission of saving China's TCM. If this were to be sensationalized, it would definitely be earth-shattering news! Of course, the reporters also knew that even if Fangzheng didn't appear, TCM wouldn't wither in a day. TCM was like a lush tree. In ancient times, it had deep roots and lush leaves that towered into the sky. However, in recent years, due to many factors, such as its own complacency, external suppression, the indifference of the people, and the country's lack of attention, this tree began to wither. Two leaves would fall nearly every day …
This time, the defeat of the three divine physicians and a large number of doctors was as if someone had ruthlessly kicked the tree that did not have many leaves left. A large number of leaves fell with a rustling sound, speeding up the speed of the tree's withering. Even so, it wasn't that easy for TCM to disappear.
However, this was undoubtedly a warning and a signal that made everyone in Huaxia pay attention to the predicament of traditional Chinese medicine. It was also the first time that everyone's heart was pulled to the position of traditional Chinese medicine, and they experienced the pain of a culture that was about to disappear! That was the disappearance of culture, that was the disappearance of honor, that was the disappearance of dignity … That kind of pain, it was a heart-wrenching pain!
What was more terrifying was that people were horrified to find that Chinese Medicine, which they hadn't paid attention to, had not only withered, but had also reached a point where it was almost incurable! A Chinese Medicine that had lost its inheritance, countless secret prescriptions and ancient books, couldn't make money, and was so complicated that no one wanted to learn it. How could it compete with the flourishing Western Medicine and other medical sciences?
Everyone suddenly realized that the decline of TCM seemed to be a misunderstanding!
In fact, if Fangzheng were to appear himself, probably no one would care about him. However, with the recommendation of the three divine hands and a group of famous doctors, it was different. The power of these people was enough to push Fangzheng to a certain height, making everyone place their hopes on him. Similarly, if he failed again … Trust was not limitless. Once trust disappeared, it would mean irreversible destruction! Therefore, at that moment, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Fangzheng was the hope of TCM.
Fangzheng was also given a fright by the scene in front of him. He originally believed that not many people would come for his second lecture. But in the end, so many people came! The black mass of heads left his scalp tingling. He hurriedly scanned the area with his Heavenly Eye to see if there were any unlucky fools who would fall, allowing him to pick up the slack. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything after looking around.
Fangzheng parted the crowd and walked into the crowd. This time, he didn't put on a show of Drifting on Water. There were too many people, and it was easy for his posturing to get into trouble. Since everyone was here and he was the real deal, was there a need to worry about what others would say about him?
Therefore, Fangzheng came in front of the crowd. Red Boy immediately took a chair and put it down. After Fangzheng sat down, Red Boy stood to the side like a child attendant. The master-disciple duo was extremely good-looking. They looked like a painting as they sat there.
Looking at how calm the master and disciple were, everyone felt the same way and quietened down as well.
As the first ray of sunlight rose, Song Yuhe's heart pounded. He knew that when the sun set, it would be time for Fangzheng's lecture! Success or failure depended on this!
Indeed, the moment the sunlight landed on Fangzheng, he slowly opened his eyes. Without any pleasantries, he began his lecture!
"Doctors are benevolent. Benevolence is love. The love of the world is for family and friends. A doctor's love is for the people of the world! Therefore, as a doctor, one has to have a broad heart and not be stuck in a rut, only looking at what's in front of them. Since time immemorial, medicine has never been differentiated by Western or Western. The distinction between Eastern and Western is only artificial. Since the same method of saving lives, why is there a need to differentiate between Eastern and Western? What is a family? Isn't saving lives and helping the world a joyous thing? … "
After Fangzheng spoke eloquently, he began to get to the point. He talked about many kinds of medicine, including TCM, Western medicine, as well as the medical principles of other countries and regions. Then, he extrapolated forward or backward. The conclusions he came up with all showed that these medical skills either came from the same source or headed for the same destination. This proved that the medical skills he mentioned were of the same root, so there was no need to differentiate between them. Following that, he used medical cases to explain how these medical skills could be used to treat various diseases.
Upon hearing this, the eyes of many doctors lit up. They could treat the first few words as pleasantries, but they didn't mind it too much. They looked at Fangzheng as though he was a charlatan. However, when they realized that many troublesome diseases could be resolved so easily through the combination of various medical skills, all of them immediately treated Fangzheng like a god!
Everyone's eyes lit up as they listened, as though they were thirsty. As for the audience standing on the mountain path, they were miserable. Fangzheng's voice wasn't loud. After passing through the Frost Bamboo's barrier, the sound that reached their ears was even softer. Furthermore, with the northwest wind howling, it was even harder to hear. Furthermore, the people inside were silent. There was no response or applause. They had no idea what was going on inside or how Fangzheng was speaking.
Since they couldn't enter, they couldn't hear clearly. With the cold wind blowing, they couldn't help but feel depressed and stifled.
After listening for an hour or two, there was still no movement inside.
Someone said unhappily, "What did that monk say? He said that he's giving a lecture, but he didn't bring a microphone or sound system. Is he really not letting us listen? "
"There's no applause inside. Don't tell me they fell asleep from his lecture?"
"Perhaps they really fell asleep."
"This monk probably isn't reliable."
"If not for the crowd blocking the mountain path, I would really want to go home."
"Me too …"
Just as everyone was discussing, there was a commotion at the foot of the mountain. Someone shouted, "The prostitute has brought his illegitimate son!"
Everyone didn't understand what was going on in the beginning. What prostitute? What illegitimate son?
All of them tiptoed to look down and happened to see Park Changmin slowly walking up with Park Mintae. However, they didn't go far before they were blocked by the crowd below! He was arguing with the people in front of him, but unfortunately, no one made way for him. The master and disciple duo could only stand there and suffer the cold wind.
When everyone saw this, they chuckled and said, "Let them in. Block the middle and freeze together."
The moment that was said, people immediately responded. Park Changmin didn't know what these people were thinking. Believing that these people had thought things through, he led Park Mintae forward with a livid expression. However, after walking more than ten meters, the people behind him closed in, and the people in front stopped giving way. Park Changmin and Park Mintae were taken aback. What was the meaning of this?
Park Mintae hurriedly communicated with the people in front, but the people in front didn't give way at all. Park Mintae wanted to retreat, but the people behind him didn't give way either. Hence, the master and disciple duo were stuck in the middle. Park Mintae argued for a while before he was held back by Park Changmin. At this moment, it was meaningless to argue with others. All they could do was wait.
This wait lasted an hour.
In that hour, someone at the foot of the mountain delivered hand warmers. Everyone around them had one as they chatted warmly.
As for Park Mintae and Park Changmin, they were trembling from the cold. Park Changmin was still alright. He had his eyes closed, and although he was cold, he didn't reveal any ugly side. He still maintained the demeanor of a master. Upon seeing this scene, the people beside him couldn't help but be impressed by his mental fortitude. However, they soon had something new up their sleeves. The people below went down the mountain to get hot water. All of them drank the hot water and used the hand warmers to stimulate the two who were trembling from the cold.
After waiting for a while, Park Mintae finally couldn't take it any longer as he roared. "Fangzheng! We are coming! You have the ability to make me pregnant, but you don't have the ability to fight us? "
Park Mintae had roared at the top of his lungs in a moment of hot-headedness! This roar was loud and clear. Park Mintae regretted it the moment he finished shouting! That was what he meant, but he couldn't say it that way!
As expected, this sentence reverberated in the mountains, directly reaching halfway up the mountain!
The voice kept repeating. "Fangzheng! We are coming. If you have the ability to make me pregnant … "
The voice behind it couldn't be heard clearly because everyone on the mountain was in an uproar. They were discussing the sentence, drowning out the rest of the sentence.
Fangzheng, who was in the midst of lecturing, was stunned when he suddenly heard this voice. Others might not understand what it meant, but he did! But here came the problem. Others didn't understand! Something bad was about to happen!
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