Chapter 105 Special Features
The pair of golden horns lay quietly in Shen Wangshu's palm, looking cute and adorable. It was hard to imagine that they could be taken off such a huge and ferocious monster.
The surface of the dragon's young horn was smooth and round, not at all rugged and majestic, but extremely hard. Shen Wangshu lifted it up and looked at it in the sunlight, and found that the tip of the dragon's horn seemed to be missing a little bit - if nothing unexpected happened, it had become the raw material for the pill and was eaten by Chen Ting himself.
"How should I grind it into powder?" Shen Wangshu humbly asked for advice, and reported the formula he had solved one by one to confirm with Master Fangyuan: "...These herbs can be replaced with some more suitable ones, right?"
"At that time, I also gave the general two objects made of meteorite iron. I wonder if you have seen them?"
Shen Wangshu thought for a moment: “Is it the heavy sword and the ball in his room?”
"So he made the rest into a sphere," Master Fang Yuan nodded, "Only this meteorite iron can withstand the attack of his claws and teeth, and at the same time penetrate the extremely hard dragon scales and hurt him."
"You can use that thing to grind off the powder from the dragon horn."
Shen Wangshu put away the small horn and heard Master Fang Yuan say again: "This dragon horn has many uses that I haven't discovered yet. It should even have a faint connection with the general's body. Madam, you can explore its wonderful uses yourself."
Is there still connection with the original body?
Shen Wangshu's heart moved slightly, and he nodded.
After coming out of Master Fang Yuan's meditation room, the two of them tacitly did not mention the matter of Long Jiao again. This strange monk was really not a very good tour guide. Gao Xing had high hopes for him, but this man really just took Shen Wangshu around the temple without introducing anything and was silent like a mute.
When they arrived at the main hall where the golden statue of Buddha was enshrined, Shen Wangshu went in, lit a stick of incense and prayed, and made a simple wish - he hoped that Chen Ting would return safely, and that he would be able to live safely no matter where he was.
When the circumambulation was over, Old Lady Chen had almost finished listening to the sutra and came out. She happily led her and said as soon as she saw Chen Wangshu, "Donor, donor, just now Donor Chen told my master about your golden needle removal technique. Would you like to discuss it with him now?"
Shen Wangshu was a little surprised that the old lady told Master Fang Jing the method she had told her on the way so quickly, but this was also a kind of trust, so he naturally nodded and agreed: "Okay, when?"
"Let's have lunch together." Gao Xing said, "The vegetarian food in our temple is delicious."
The vegetarian food in Shijing Temple tastes really good. No wonder the old lady stayed there for several months. She eats healthy and delicious food, listens to sutras and chants Buddha’s name every day, and the days of self-cultivation pass by quickly.
In the afternoon, Shen Wangshu met the highly respected Master Fang Jing. He seemed to be much older than her junior fellow apprentice. He looked like a normal old monk, but he had a mysterious aura around him. He politely asked her what the "Golden Needle Removal of Obstacles Technique" was.
After listening to Shen Wangshu's explanation of the principles and methods of acupuncture, Master Fang Jing clapped her hands and said it was wonderful. With his affirmation, Old Lady Chen also felt relieved. She agreed that Shen Wangshu would give her acupuncture treatment when she returned from Shijing Temple three months later.
Master Fang Jing also had some attainments in medicine. After the two of them communicated with each other, they actually got along well. Shen Wangshu gained more knowledge from him that he could not find in books. Master Fang Jing was also amazed by the mystery of the combination of modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine.
The two of them discussed medicine in the Zen room for an entire afternoon. Seeing that Shen Wangshu could actually discuss with Master Fang Jing, Old Lady Chen felt relieved about her going out for free clinics. She even wrote a letter to Old Lady Chen, asking her not to stop her.
Before going down the mountain, Shen Wangshu ate and took away a bunch of out-of-print medical books that were not available on the market from Master Fang Jing. He was happier than if he had gotten gold, and was so happy that his teeth were visible but his eyes were not.
After returning to Xuanji Courtyard, Shen Wangshu untied the red rope on the dragon's horn - after all, it was worn by Master Fang Yuan, and it would not be appropriate for her to continue using it, so it would be better to change it.
The dragon horn was particularly active when it was in her hand. It was always warm and emitting golden light. When it calmed down, she could even vaguely feel that something alive was beating under her palm. Shen Wangshu even felt that it was still "alive".
On the first night of sleeping with the dragon horn, Shen Wangshu had a strange dream.
In her dream, she was in a deep cave that was so deep that she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The small horn on her neck was the only source of light. With this little light, Shen Wangshu could vaguely see the scene around her - this seemed to be a burial ground, with huge and amazing snow-white skeletons piled up not far away. From their shapes, they seemed to be Western dragons, with huge bodies, strong limbs, and a pair of fleshy wings on their backs.
When she saw the burial ground of the dragon clan with her own eyes, Shen Wangshu seemed to really hear the mournful cry of this powerful clan when it fell. The huge sense of oppression made her even a little breathless. A pair of strange and fierce golden eyes opened, and she broke out in a cold sweat. When her heart was terrified to the extreme——
A not very burly figure stood in front of her and shouted anxiously into the void a few times, his immaturity was noticeable to the naked eye.
The back figure turned around, the golden scales all over his body shone like light, his gentle and round eyes stared at Shen Wangshu without blinking, and he took a cautious and tentative step closer.
Although the color and model were wrong, Shen Wangshu recognized it at a glance, and it seemed to be a smaller version of Chen Ting.
A little golden dragon.
He is so young, how could he recognize himself?
As soon as Shen Wangshu stretched out her hand, the little golden dragon subconsciously rubbed over, rubbing her palm with its tender little horns, and let out an ambiguous roar from its throat.
"You can't speak human language yet." She couldn't help but laugh: "Do you still recognize me, Chen Ting... Chen Fuguang?"
She had just learned about Chen Ting's courtesy name not long ago. She called him by his courtesy name tentatively that night - which led to very terrible consequences. The next day, she had no chance to call him by his courtesy name again because Chen Ting had gone to the battlefield.
Sure enough, the little golden dragon raised its head and looked at her with sparkling eyes, wagging its tail happily and making a lively syllable in response to her.
Shen Wangshu smiled happily at the snoring little dragon head: "Haha, fun..."
Is this Chen Ting's childhood appearance? How could he think he was a monster when he was so cute?
Shen Wangshu waved her hand, and the little golden dragon followed her closely. As the man and the dragon walked in this endless burial ground, the suffocating feeling of oppression disappeared.
The little golden dragon couldn't speak, and Shen Wangshu didn't say anything else. The two of them walked quietly all the way. When it was almost dawn, the little golden monster seemed to have noticed something and stared at her reluctantly.
"I'm leaving now." Shen Wangshu said goodbye to him: "See you next time, Fu Guang."
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