The Legend Of Cistanche-False Taoist And Real Cistanche

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Six months ago, the wealthy business Chengshi went to buy desert ginseng-Cistanche Deserticola and passed by the inn in the desert. At that time, the Populus euphratica forest at the village was golden, and when he returned, there was already a backlog of rustling white snow. Cheng took out the sample of Cistanche from his bag, the color was deep red, and he sniffed obsessively, a warm desert from the nose to the lungs. The two entered the shop and had a full meal. After drinking two jars of wine, they went upstairs to prepare to rest. Cheng casually glanced back and was stunned. It seems a bit strange. "These seven or eight people at the table seem to be exactly the same as when I came here half a year ago." Wang Xi has entered the room, and Cheng is still standing on the second floor, observing the diners downstairs. He recalled the figure of those diners when he passed by this shop half a year ago. That's right, they are still those people, their faces have not changed, even the sitting position is exactly the same as today. A wave of chill rose slowly along Cheng's spine.

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Cheng felt weird, and quickly entered the room, opened the window, and called Wang Xi to climb from the next window, "Master, what is the urgent matter?" Cheng Yin told Wang Xi what he had seen and heard with a sullen face. Wang Xi didn't believe it. "I can be sure that it was those people half a year ago. This matter is quite strange. The night is long and dreamy. We took our burdens and turned down from this second floor, took the horse, and left overnight." Wang Xi was about to go back to the room to pack his luggage. Cheng stopped him, pointed to the window, and said, it is safer to return the same way. He used his sword to poke the window, trying to push it open, but it seemed as if he was poked at a wall, and the sword body even bends. He stepped forward and pushed with his hand, but couldn't push away. Looking closer, the windows are painted on, just like wallpaper. "How is this possible? I just turned in through the window next door, and there are still my footprints here!" Wang Xi pointed to the footprints he had left on the wall in horror. Cheng clenched the iron sword tightly and slashed at the position of the window. The hand of the sword was numb, and the wall burst into starlight sparks. Once again, the sword was missing a small opening, and the wall was still as clean as ever, without the slightest trace. The two looked at each other and couldn't believe what was happening before them.

"Master, we are afraid of hell, how good this time is!" Wang's voice was crying, obviously scared. Cheng was also extremely depressed. He went to the door of the guest room and gently opened a small slit to observe the movement outside secretly. At this moment, a Taoist person suddenly walked into the inn. The Taoist priest had a forty face, a dark complexion, and a straight nose. He was dressed in a dark blue robe with scriptures all over it, which seemed quite elegant as he moved. At first glance, it looks like a fairy tale. As he passed through the room, he paused, as if he had noticed something, shrugged his nose, then walked forward and disappeared into the room deep in the corridor. Cheng hesitated for a while, grabbed the baggage on the table, and threw it to Wang Xi, asking him to meet the Taoist priest with him.

When he came to the door of the Taoist room, Cheng first knocked on the door gently, and then said, "I am Chengshi， a medicinal material trader. I stayed at this shop for the night. I was afraid that I might encounter some unclean things. I came to ask the Taoist chief for advice". No one answered after a while, and when he was hesitating what to do, he was patted on the shoulder. When he turned around, he found that the Taoist priest was standing behind him, his expression was a bit playful." I'll talk about it when I enter the door."

The Taoist priest led Cheng and the two into the room. Instead of lighting the candle, he took out a small stone, rubbed his two fingers, and it glowed with green fluorescence, illuminating the hut. "This inn caught fire half a year ago. The entire inn was burnt down, and no one who stayed overnight will survive. I came here to save the souls of the dead. I didn't expect you to come too," said the chief Taoist. Decheng's scalp numb for a while, it seems that his eyesight is not wrong, there are indeed some problems here. The Taoist priest talked and fiddled with the luminous stone in his hand. Hearing the Dao Master's analysis, Cheng felt a little settled, thinking that fortunately, there was an expert. So he took out all the cash on his body and handed it to the Taoist priest, and asked him to take him out of here. The Taoist commander was not welcome and accepted them all. Cheng smiled and thanked him, bowing his hands. But he was panicked, more panicked than before he hadn't seen the Taoist priest because he caught a glimpse of a huge shadow on the wall behind the Taoist, a wolf's head.

"What's in your bag?" The Taoist priest took the money, still a little bit unfulfilled, and stared at his baggage again. Before Cheng could answer, he pulled it over, took out a piece of Cistanche, and asked curiously what it was. Cheng Qiang endured his inner fear and explained: "This is Cistanche, a Chinese medicinal material found in the desert. To invigorate the kidney and strengthen the yang and nourish the body, the Taoist Immortal Wind Dao bones were not used, so I didn't offer them to the Taoist priest." The Taoist priest smelled it, not interested, and threw it back. Cheng noticed that the shadow behind the Taoist priest became blurred for a while when he got Cistanche, before returning to the original state. Cheng seemed to know something, and secretly harvested Cistanche, and asked the Taoist priest to start casting the spell, thinking about leaving here before talking.

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The Taoist readily agreed, came to the corridor, pulled out a charm from his sleeve, and it ignited somehow. The hall that was full of voices suddenly fell silent, and everyone downstairs was sucked in like dust. The Taoist priest opened his mouth wide. The Taoist turned his head to look at Cheng Erren, threw a charm, and slowly opened his mouth. Cheng felt uncomfortable. He held the railing with his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, a puff of Cistanche powder sprinkled on the face of the Taoist priest, some entered his open mouth, and some entered his eyes.

The Taoist staggered, covering his eyes with his hands, and groaning in pain. Cheng was ready a long time ago. United Wang Xi firmly suppressed the Taoist priest, stuffed the best Cistanche in the bag into the Taoist's mouth, and then pressed his mouth firmly. In the room before, when the Taoist priest sniffed Cistanche, the wolf shadow behind him was a little flickering. It may be because he is a wolf demon with too heavy yin. When encountering Cistanche, the sun, which collects the essence of heaven and earth, he will not Comfortable. "It has long been seen that you are not like a good person, taking my money and wanting to kill me, so that you, a monster like you are often the most yang thing in the world!" Cheng told Wang to tie the Taoist priests tightly, and then took lamp oil and dry wood, and sprinkled all of them on the Taoist priests. Cheng and Wang set fires everywhere, and the entire inn was on fire. The shadow of the fire was heavy, and a vague wolf shadow could be vaguely seen, and the scream of the dead soul engulfed by the Taoist priest could be heard.

The two of them left overnight with their backs facing the flames, holding the baggage full of Cistanche.

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Later, the Cheng family's business grew bigger and bigger, and even tribute Cistanche to the emperor, which attracted the emperor's praise. And Cheng Zhi's home is full of the simple and warm scent of Cistanche from the depths of the desert.