Elixir of Immortality II

The sacrificial scene seen through the palm-sized bronze tripod was already solemn and magnificent enough, and inexplicably sacred. The low chanting, as well as the men and women wearing Shang Dynasty costumes and bowing their heads, across the long years, clearly conveyed the simplicity and vastness to Wei Yuan's eyes.

He saw that the flame in the huge bronze square tripod was gradually extinguished.

Five bronze vessels were put together, and a map appeared on the bronze vessels, but it was not clear in this illusion. Finally, the scene of sacrificial prayers slowly dissipated, and finally everything fell into darkness. Only in Wei Yuan's palm, the ancient bronze vessel with the pattern of the red bird still exuded a burning heat.

There is no doubt that this ancient artifact, together with the Shang King's bronze wine cup and Su Yu'er's black bird bronze dagger, plus the other two bronze vessels that have not been seen clearly, will gather together to form the map of Chaoge left by King Zhou of Shang.

Wei Yuan's mind could not help but emerge one after another, one after another. Questions and doubts emerged -

Why did Emperor Xin leave this map.

Is this map the ancient ruins of Chaoge, or something else?

The intersection of the Shang Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty has a very important secret meaning in the extraordinary world. It is not about the battle of the gods, which was less than 500 years old, but because it represents the end and beginning of two different extraordinary time points.

Wei Yuan knocked on his brows and sorted out his thoughts.

In the known history, humans and gods lived together in the original Shenzhou.

Then Zhuanxu opened the earth and the sky, King Yu was exiled to the mountains and seas, and cast the Nine Cauldrons, which opened the era of humans. Until the end of the Xia and Shang Dynasties, at least a thousand years of era, it was a pure human era, without gods, or very few gods walking around, and gods no longer lived with humans.

The strange beasts in the mountains and seas were also expelled and exiled.

And the law of the earth gods had not yet been born.

The Shang Dynasty worshipped ancestors and heaven and earth. Nowadays, we don't know what specific existence they worshipped at that time. The existence worshipped by the Shang kings was often named "Emperor". There was also a record in the Book of Songs that "The Emperor's order was not violated until Tang Qi. Tang descended without delay, and the saintly respect was increasing day by day."

In the Zhou Dynasty, the earthly gods appeared, and the gods worshipped with national destiny, Haotian God, appeared.

One of the reasons why King Wu of Zhou attacked King Zhou of Shang was that he refused to serve God and ghosts.

With the birth of the earthly gods, the Zhou Dynasty ruled the world for 800 years, and 500 years were the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. During this period, it was the so-called pre-Qin period. Different "gods" appeared in various parts of China and fought with each other. The four emperors of Qin, the eight gods of Qi, and the myths of Chu all appeared at this time.

The more than one thousand years between Emperor Yu and King Zhou of Shang connected the period when the five emperors of China lived together with gods and humans, and the pre-Qin years, when a hundred schools of thought contended. In that era, there were no gods, only the heroic spirits of ancestors. The leader of the human race in the Xia and Shang dynasties possessed both the highest royal power and divine power.

The king of the human race was also the master of all things, and the highest-ranking high priest in the group of witches.

He could communicate with heaven and earth, and ask ghosts and gods below, and all of them would be answered.

It was also a period of time hidden in the long river of history.

The final decisive battle between King Wu of Zhou and King Zhou of Shang also represented the entry of the earth gods into the history of China.

It represented the complete desolation and extinction of the ancient mythological period of China since the Five Emperors.

Wei Yuan felt that his eyebrows were throbbing.

At this moment, it seemed that there should be many things hidden in that battle, and even King Zhou of Shang, Di Xin, was ready for failure. Did he foresee that during the Xia and Shang dynasties, the era when the emperor was the chief high priest and held both divine power and royal power was about to pass?

So he hid some things in advance and sealed them in a certain place.

Only by gathering the five bronze artifacts can we find the map and the final destination.

And understand the changes that happened during that period.

Wei Yuan had another guess in his mind. Whenever the luck of the world changes, his true spirit will be pulled down and reincarnated in the world. Then, will there be "him" in the battle that marks the end of the ancient mythological era and the beginning of the era of luck gods?

Wei Yuan was thinking, and suddenly heard a sound, awakening him from this state.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw that Zhou Zichang, who should have been directly controlled by him and whose ability to move was sealed by him as a martial arts monk, actually got up and ran. There was an empty potion bottle at his feet, but the old man next to him could see that his student had just swallowed the potion silently.

Zhou Zichang felt as if his body was burning, and the severe pain made him unable to control himself and roared.

This is the result of his research over the years, an unstable Wuxian medicine.

His body possessed a temporary degree of immortality, as if it had turned into a weapon, unlocking the body's restraints on its own potential, directly breaking through Wei Yuan's blockade of his energy, and also breaking his own arm.

Zhou Zichang, who had only the crazy obsession of "not dying" in his heart, avoided Wei Yuan, broke through the glass at the speed of human limit, and ran out of a tunnel.

Behind him, the metal door was directly locked.

Zhou Zichang was branded and talismans were left on his body by Wei Yuan, and he could not escape at all. This also reminded Wei Yuan that the secrets left on the Shang King's bronze ware were greater than he expected. It was a record of the change of times, and he could not see it here. He put away the bronze tripod and glanced at the old professor.

He sighed complexly and said, "I will notify the relevant personnel to deal with this matter."

"Old sir, you should take a rest."

Wei Yuan blessed the last yellow scarf talisman on these blood cancer patients.

Then he drew out the sword in his hand and slashed it. The blade was wrapped with strong Qi, tearing the metal door directly. Then he shook his sleeves and the green wind swept through, blocking the wind outside, so that it never entered this place and had no adverse effects on the patients.

Then he followed the Qi and followed it.

Wu Xian's medicine itself has huge side effects, not to mention that it is only in an unstable state.

He could feel that Zhou Zichang's speed was decreasing at a very fast speed.

......

Blood Cancer Research Sanatorium, basement.

The old professor with wrinkles on his face coughed. He could already see souls and ghosts. He should be close to death. He stared at the traces left by Wei Yuan's sword just now, and his eyes flashed. Finally, he retracted his gaze and murmured: "Immortality medicine..."

The old professor coughed and turned over from the bed with difficulty.

Zhou Zichang was his student, and he knew some of the former's habits.

The old man endured the great pain brought by blood cancer, and his trembling hands were extremely agile. He kept searching in this place. Finally, he opened a hidden box and successfully found the medicine sealed in a white medicine bottle. He opened the lid and confirmed that it was the medicine Zhou Ziming had researched from Wu Xian's medicine.

His cloudy eyes lit up.

His body, which was already on the verge of death, seemed to have strength again.

"Immortality medicine, immortality medicine..."

He hid this last medicine as a treasure, and then opened the computer with difficulty.

Using the things here, he found the data of his disciples. He copied all the data, and then deleted all the records of immortality medicine and completely crushed them.

Zhou Zichang has special software, and the crushed data cannot be retrieved.

This is just the amount of exercise of moving fingers.

But it made the old man feel that he was going to collapse, and he was in great pain all over his body.

Finally, he lay on the hospital bed, no longer having the strength to move.

.........

As a medical master, Jiang Hualiang has made enough achievements in cancer and is respected, so he was quickly transferred out.

But he chose to return to his home.

Although it is called home, it is actually a small but high-end research institute.

He often teaches students here.

His wife has passed away for six years. He hired a nanny to cook for him and wash his clothes. One day, he came back and asked the nanny to help him move his chair forward. The nanny was a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties. She murmured and advised him: "Mr. Jiang, you should have a good rest. Sitting in front of the computer is not good for your health..."

Jiang Hualiang coughed and laughed: "It is because of your poor health that you have to hurry up and seize the time."

"Otherwise, there will be not enough time."

The nanny did not understand what he meant.

After delivering the meal, she swept the floor and went out.

Jiang Hualiang trembled and took out the USB drive, took out the last immortality medicine, and the remaining data was modified by him, and then crushed with Zhou Zichang's special software.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed a pill that he had taken many times before.

This medicine was more effective, like swallowing a flame, and then there was a severe burning sensation. The old man coughed violently, then stretched out his hand, opened the data, and began to type word by word with difficulty. He did not touch the food brought by the nanny. These medicines supported his life, burning like flames.

"On the first day of taking the medicine, there was a tearing feeling at the lesion, and then the spirit..."

"On the third day of taking the medicine..."

"On the fourth day of taking the medicine, cooperate..."

Accompanied by a violent cough, the pain brought by the cancer cells in the body, the immortal medicine suppressing the vitality of the flesh, resulting in the suppression of the vitality of the cancer cells, and the old man over 70 years old felt like he was undergoing chemotherapy every moment, typing and deleting word by word.

Crushing those parts of the data that violated the bottom line.

However, those real clinical data that can be used in medical technology were all kept by him, and then he did not use the painkillers that Zhou Zichang had used before. Under absolute pain and absolute rationality, he recorded the changes in the body and every pathological reaction faithfully with a cold and rational tone, with the understanding of the body of a doctor who has been practicing for more than 50 years.

In this case, a medical professor's accurate description of his own body has sufficient value in medicine.

This is his last operation.

But the patient will definitely not be able to walk out standing.

Until the last day.

He finally typed the last character.

The old man's palms stopped shaking. He inserted the USB drive, imported the data into it, saved the backup, and then held it in his hand. In the medicine bottle next to him, there were still a few last Wuxian medicine pills left. The blood-colored potion represented the desire for immortality. He put paper in the glass ashtray, lit it, and threw the medicine in.

Watching the Wuxian medicine burn.

He looked at the flames. Now all the cells in his body were in two states: extreme necrosis and continuous division. They were slowly dying. His spirit slowly relaxed. The flames reflected in his eyes, reminding him of what he had said before, and reminding him of himself who wanted to study medicine.

'Our work and study, all our struggles and sacrifices are meaningful.'

'I am determined to do my best to eliminate human diseases and help perfect health! I am determined to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, save the dying and the wounded, and pursue it persistently despite hardships! I will fight for the development of human medicine and health and the physical and mental health of mankind for my whole life. '

The old man was stunned and lost in thought, then whispered softly:

"Zichang, you are right, science has no boundaries, and we need to keep trying to find the right direction. This requires sacrifice, struggle, and enough samples..."

"But science also has boundaries."

"All science, free, great science, must be bounded by the conscience of scientists. The desire for knowledge should be subject to moral principles..."

He murmured, reached out and found another medicine bottle from the cabinet under the table, poured out a pill, trembled and put it into his mouth, pursed his lips, and could no longer feel the sweetness, but the old man's eyebrows still slowly relaxed.

Finally, he seemed to see doctors coming one by one, and in this dim memory, the children were vaccinated.

Then you will get this kind of vaccine candy.

Polio vaccine.

In the picture of memory, the round-faced child took the vaccine and licked his lips with satisfaction.

"So sweet..."

"I've decided, I want to be a doctor!"

.........

The next day, the nanny opened the door with the key and said:

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, are you awake?"

"Jiang..."

She paused, then seemed to be frightened, stepped back a few steps, raised her hand to cover her mouth, then ran out and called the old man's apprentice and relatives. The doctors arrived, they couldn't speak, and finally choked and bowed deeply to the old man.

The skinny old man lost almost one-third of his weight. His blue-veined fingers, thumb and index finger tightly pinched the notch of the USB drive, and his palm was wide and soft, holding the whole thing, like holding a scalpel, which is a familiar action for every doctor, the holding style.

This was his last operation in his life.

Like a dead warrior, as if he had completed the last battle.

In his last will and thought, he was thinking about what the young man had said.

The pain that can drive gods crazy seems to be just like this...

Haha, isn't it?