Chapter 49: A Record of Breaking into Shaolin

Chu Tianshu originally wanted to use ten gold bars to test whether he could bring things from this world back, and how much he could bring.

Now it seemed that the token's mechanism was quite thorough in this regard, pointing out that it needed to be deducted from the Qi Number.

However, judging from the growth of the Qi Number bar, the so-called Qi Number harvest only counted the present.

For example, if he saved a child today, and this child would be a world-shaking figure in the future.

But since he was just a child at the moment, the Qi Number bar wouldn't have much change.

Escorting Cai Shanjun had such a large harvest, largely because, even if the great task of resisting the national traitors hadn't been achieved, the Cai Shanjun of the present was already a very influential figure.

"Once the Qi Number is full, one must return within three days; only things that have realized an impact within these three days can be counted as overflow Qi Number."

"In this way, even if I list all the prescriptions now, if those rare medicinal herbs haven't been collected within three days, this impact won't be considered truly realized."

Chu Tianshu thought about these things, his hand already picking up the fountain pen borrowed from Regiment Commander Xie.

Even if he couldn't receive Qi Number feedback, he had to write down the prescriptions.

And he had to write more.

For example, the function, contraindications, and production method of penicillin.

The world currently hadn't heard of such a thing.

If he referred to the time node of his hometown world, it would be more than ten years later before someone in this world started publishing relevant papers, and it would be many more years before it was taken seriously.

Penicillin, sometimes called Penicillin, in the chaotic world about to erupt, if the production process was mastered in advance, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a life-saver for countless people.

Just the native method of producing penicillin was called a "transmigrator's artifact" on the internet in his hometown.

But the native production method didn't actually have a particularly significant effect; there were many impurities and poor stability.

In ancient Traditional Chinese Medicine, some things could also have similar effects.

For example, monks at Tianning Temple in Changzhou during the Ming Dynasty discovered that after grasping the time process, the fermented juice of Chen mustard greens had miraculous effects in treating diseases.

Although it relied purely on natural fermentation, it could barely be regarded as primitive antibiotics.

To truly make penicillin have a strong effect, far exceeding those complex solutions,

it was still necessary to screen strains on a large scale and undergo high-standard purification.

Although Chu Tianshu could write down the key points, ordinary town wealthy families, and even general warlords, didn't have the ability to do so.

Only after Cai Shanjun regained power could that kind of status try to gather the conditions for large-scale production.

After he wrote for a while, someone knocked on the door outside and delivered that evening's dinner.

A large bowl of red rice, two large bowls of stewed pork with potatoes, and a sand pot of bamboo shoot and whole chicken soup.

Chu Tianshu smelled the fragrance, full of anticipation, picked up his chopsticks, and first took a large bite of meat with an "A-woo."

Then his chewing action paused slightly.

The stewed pork with potatoes was very soft and rotten, just a little fishy, probably because there weren't enough spices.

He ate it quickly with rice; if he didn't chew carefully, it was still quite fragrant.

The chicken hadn't been stewed long enough, and the soup wasn't thick enough.

But this was just right; the time wasn't long, the chicken meat hadn't become dry or rotten, and it was very chewy and fresh.

Chu Tianshu slowed down his eating speed and tasted the chicken.

"Sigh, Meng Shuangjiang also said he would treat me to all the good things in the town; I don't know how many things I haven't eaten in that town."

Chu Tianshu was even less sure if he would have the chance to return to that town.

Forget it, after returning home, he would go out and eat something good to reward himself.

He missed those heavy seasoning flavors a bit.

After he finished eating, he wrote for a while longer before going to sleep.

The next morning, he went to find Cai Shanjun and delivered everything he had written.

Cai Shanjun was drinking tea in the regimental headquarters courtyard; seeing him come over, he greeted him to sit and took the prescriptions to look at.

"Eh?"

Cai Shanjun flipped to the back, revealing a look of surprise, "You also understand Western medicine?"

The last few large sheets of paper not only had dense text but also diagrams and explanations of instruments.

Looking at the appearance of those vessels, it was clearly the style of Western chemical engineering.

It was just that the requirements seemed even stricter and more precise than the Western instruments Cai Shanjun had seen.

"I understand some, but the production process of this medicine was perfected by many powerful figures."

Chu Tianshu knew that before penicillin was practically mass-produced, it was hard to make people realize how much value it had, so he was very serious and emphasized his tone.

"Let's put it this way: the speed of this medicine's effect and the breadth of its function, in some aspects, are no less than the talismans drawn by sorcerers proficient in medicine!"

Cai Shanjun's expression shifted.

A sorcerer specializing in the medical path could treat too many things with one talisman.

Just take a "Relieve the Suffering of Blades and Soldiers" talisman.

If you were cut by a blade, he would give you this talisman; if you were shot by a gun, he would give you this talisman; if you were smashed by a stone, he would still give you this talisman...

Once applied, it wouldn't fester; once applied, it could reduce swelling; once applied, it could stop bleeding.

However, sorcerers were rare, and sorcerers who cultivated the medical path were even rarer.

It had always been easier to learn the entry-level spells that could harm people invisibly, and they were spread more widely and were more popular to learn than the spells that saved people.

If this medicine really had the effect of a talisman and could be mass-produced.

"Tianshu."

Cai Shanjun said sincerely, "After I return to Kunming, how about I invite you to teach at the Martial Arts Academy? The treatment will be whatever you want, and I will have people recruit talents who have studied medicine abroad as soon as possible."

"I will just ask you to guide them to make this medicine!"

Chu Tianshu drank two cups of tea, picked up the teapot again, and said, "That probably won't work; my sect has strict rules, and in these two days, I have to go home."

"You're leaving?"

Shopkeeper Ma also walked over, holding a small wine jar, not knowing where he got it, his face full of surprise.

"Why so suddenly? We haven't even reached Kunming yet?"

Chu Tianshu laughed: "This belongs to the sect's secrets; it's not easy to say, sorry."

Shopkeeper Ma placed the wine jar on the table and opened his mouth.

"... That's nothing; at your age, you should indeed go out and explore more."

Shopkeeper Ma paused and brought up another matter, "However, since you're in such a hurry to leave, what about the secret manuals the Grand Governor promised you?"

Chu Tianshu said helplessly: "If there's really no time, then there's nothing to be done."

Cai Shanjun, however, said: "There is time."

"As long as you aren't leaving today, there is time, because when I sent the telegram yesterday, I already mentioned this matter to an old friend of mine."

Cai Shanjun looked outside the courtyard, "With his temperament, he must be rushing here day and night."

"At the latest, by noon today, he should be able to arrive."

Chu Tianshu looked outside the courtyard twice, just about to say something else, when he suddenly turned his head to look outside again.

Shopkeeper Ma also looked in the same direction.

Even Zhong Jinqiu in the room walked out, watching with some confusion.

They all felt an unusual aura approaching rapidly.

Calling it an aura wasn't accurate.

They couldn't describe what it was, only that something was definitely approaching.

Or, a group?

Outside the door came the surprised shouts of the guards.

Thousands of white butterflies were dancing in the sky, arriving gracefully.

They were definitely not gray moths, but snow-white butterflies, the texture on their clear, thin wings like hollowed-out gauze windows.

Cai Shanjun stood up and laughed loudly: "Principal Li!"

Amidst the fluttering butterflies, a person had already walked into the regimental headquarters.

His short hair was thick, his beard and eyebrows were white, his skin color seemed to have been frequently exposed to the sun, and the hem of his long gown was tucked into his waist.

The first principal of the Yizhou Martial Arts Academy, owner of the Phoenix Wing Garden, "White-Haired Old Man" Li Genyuan.

"My General Cai, you finally decided to return from such a good place as the capital?"

Li Genyuan laughed as soon as they met and teased him, but his hand had already gripped Cai Shanjun's wrist.

Chu Tianshu and Shopkeeper Ma could both feel a telekinesis like a high mountain stream overflowing from Li Genyuan.

Not fierce, not surging, but like a high mountain stream, continuous and endless.

A large number of butterflies flew up and landed on Cai Shanjun's head, eyebrows, and shoulders.

They landed on his smiling, raised palms and wrists, and landed on his shoes.

There was no snow today, but the butterflies had turned him into a white-haired man.

Chu Tianshu was surprised to feel that the poison in Cai Shanjun was being diluted by Li Genyuan and absorbed by these butterflies.

In this way, the few rarest medicinal herbs in those prescriptions might not be needed.

Relying on other medicinal powers, it should be enough to cure the remaining poison in Cai Shanjun.

"The two of you must be Brother Ma and Brother Zhong."

Li Genyuan left Cai Shanjun in the butterfly swarm and walked over himself.

"I am, after all, a few years older, so I will be presumptuous and call the two of you 'younger brother'."

"And this one must be Physician Chu Tianshu."

Li Genyuan was full of smiles, "I have heard about your affairs; the two best secret manuals in the Martial Arts Academy should indeed be given to Physician Chu to learn, so that they are put to good use."

He handed over two thread-bound books.

"Although these two are copies, they are not a single word different from the original."

Chu Tianshu took them and looked; one was a book of magical arts, written "Secret Wishes of Vertical and Horizontal."

The other didn't look like fist art, but like some hand-written notes and miscellaneous records.

"A Record of Breaking into Shaolin."

Chu Tianshu opened this one first, and a large paragraph of text appeared before his eyes.

"Long heard of Shaolin's reputation, worth a meeting, I donned armor and held a staff, wearing a sword up the mountain.

After breaking the Eighteen Arhat Formation, the old monks of each hall appeared; considering their old age, I removed my armor, discarded my staff, and threw away my sword.

Within two hundred steps, I fought through Shaolin with bare hands.

The ancestral court of Zen, the fist art is indeed exquisite, but it is a pity that the monks lack courage; there is no opponent for me here.

After the event, I thought about their fist techniques and recorded them in this book; for future Shaolin descendants, if there are those who have lost the transmission and do not understand the essence of fist principles,

ask this fist manual, as if seeing the Arhats and Vajras!"

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 50 =====