Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 317 You Share the Glory, I Share the Elixir
"Uncle Shenhao?" Gu Zhao transmitted his voice through the Five Thunder Token, "An old man from Sanmao Mountain is looking for you."

"Who is it?" Master Shenhao asked.

At this moment, he was still in Black Rock Mountain with Daoist Yansong, slowly erasing the remaining demonic energy that permeated the area within tens or hundreds of miles of Black Rock Mountain, which was almost equivalent to a small grotto-heaven.

This is a slow process, requiring patience and perseverance. So, even though half a month had passed since the battle at Black Rock Mountain, he and Daoist Yansong had only just finished clearing half of it.

“An elderly man surnamed Chen, about your age, should be a veteran. He said that you saved his life when he was young.”

“I saved many people when I was young,” Master Shenhao chuckled. “I also experienced the war years. Since ancient times, Taoism and medicine have been inseparable, so I saved quite a few people as well.”

"Do you want to go see him?" Gu Zhao asked.

Since Master Hanzheng and the others could not contact Master Shenhao, they could only try to persuade Old Master Chen. However, since Gu Zhao had already arrived at Sanmao Mountain, he could naturally communicate through divine sense.

Master Shenhao thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Since he is an old friend, let's meet him."

“Alright, you may return to the Great Luo Palace,” Gu Zhao replied.

The next moment, a flash of golden fire streaked across the outside of Black Rock Mountain, leaving a trail of golden-red light as it sped westward.

……

On the other side, Mr. Chen was recalling how he met Master Shenhao.

“I was only a teenager at the time, and had just joined the guerrillas. I had a captured Type 38 rifle and five bullets,” Mr. Chen recalled. “It was an ambush. Although we won, I was shot.”

"Later, the team had to move, and I was settled in the home of a local villager to recover from my injuries," Mr. Chen continued. "However, conditions were inadequate at the time, and my wounds quickly became infected, and I also started to have a fever."

“In those days, if a wound became infected and a high fever wouldn’t break, the person was basically dead,” Mr. Chen chuckled. “But it just so happened that Master Shenhao came to the village to stay overnight and saw me.”

He said he could treat illnesses and could take a look at me, but the villagers were worried that he was a puppet soldier spying for information, so they didn't dare let him treat me, fearing that he would discover the gunshot wounds on my body.

He just smiled and didn't say anything. Then he went outside the village to gather herbs and brew medicine. He also brought out a bottle of ointment and gave it to a villager, saying it was a secret wound medicine passed down from the Shangqing Kingdom, and that it was very effective for knife and gunshot wounds.

“Master Shenhao is truly capable. My fever subsided that very day, and the inflammation in my wound also disappeared,” said Mr. Chen. “I went to thank him the next day and learned his name and that he was a Taoist priest from the Shangqing School of Sanmao Mountain.”

However, due to the chaos of war, he left on the third day after seeing that my injuries had improved. I recuperated at a fellow villager's house for seven or eight days and then rejoined the army.

Then he followed the group, traveling all over the country, but he never came to Sanmaoshan. Later, he fought a battle with the foreign devils in Northeast China, and then stayed there.

"Hahaha! It's you!" Master Shenhao's laughter came from outside.

Then he lifted the curtain and strode in. He looked at Mr. Chen, raised his white eyebrows slightly, observed him carefully for a while, and then nodded and smiled, "He has a bit of the look of those days."

"Master Shenhao!" Old Mr. Chen tried to get up from his wheelchair, trembling, and a young man and woman rushed forward to help him.

"Sit down, sit down." Daoist Shenhao stepped forward and pressed him back down. "How old are you? No need to be so polite."

Mr. Chen looked at Master Shenhao with reverence, "Master, you are still so healthy!"

Master Shenhao stroked his beard, looking slightly guilty, and said, "It's alright."

Before meeting Gu Zhao, although he was in good spirits, he was still nearly a hundred years old. Although his health was much better than that of the old Mr. Chen in front of him, he could not still be like an ordinary person, let alone now.

But others don't know, for example, the family members who were with Mr. Chen were all shocked when they saw that Master Shenhao had thick white hair, a ruddy complexion, a tall and straight figure, and a strong voice.

Is this a nearly 100-year-old man?

By any measure, he's at most in his sixties or seventies!
But the Daoist Masters Hanzheng and Hanxuan, both in their fifties or sixties, bowed in unison, saying, "Master (Uncle-Master)!"

Then they saw Gu Zhao following behind Daoist Shenhao as he entered, and their eyes lit up. They bowed again and said, "Greetings, Mr. Gu!"

Gu Zhao smiled and nodded, then stood aside.

On the other side, Daoist Shenhao sat down next to Old Master Chen and took his hand. "We only met once back then, yet you still remembered to come see me. You are so kind." "I am ashamed that I only came now because you saved my life!" Old Master Chen shook his head.

An elderly man in his sixties chimed in, “My dad has been in Northeast China all these years, and even after he retired, he still has a lot of things to do.”

Mr. Chen waved his hand, interrupting his son's explanation.

Master Shenhao remained unconcerned, simply asking, "Did your team members come to pick you up later, or did you run back to your team on your own?"

“I went back by myself,” Mr. Chen replied. “Not long after, the main force arrived here, and our guerrilla team was incorporated into the regular army, so we went with the main force.”

The two elderly men chatted about what happened back then. Mr. Chen also talked about the major battles he participated in afterward, as well as the last war in the Northeast.

At this point, Mr. Chen proudly pulled several medals from his pocket, the top one, the First-Class Combat Hero Medal, shining brightly.

"Hehe, you saved my life back then, so these medals are partly yours too," Mr. Chen said with a smile.

Master Shenhao shook his head. "I only saved you once, but your comrades have saved you countless times. How could I possibly share your military merits?"

"But without you saving me that time, no one else would have been there to save me afterward," Mr. Chen said with a smile.

Master Shenhao couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

Although he has saved many lives in his life, he is still quite moved when those he has saved come up the mountain to express their gratitude. "Okay, okay, count me in."

Mr. Chen held the combat hero medal in his hand, then pushed out the others, saying, "I'm taking this medal to my grave. You can choose one of the others."

Master Shenhao didn't stand on ceremony and casually took one.

Seeing the relief in Mr. Chen's eyes, Master Shenhao could sense that the yang energy in his body had weakened even further.

Master Shenhao turned to look at Gu Zhao, who nodded knowingly. He smiled broadly, then turned and pointed to the young couple beside him, "Are these your grandson and granddaughter?"

"Great-grandchildren!" Mr. Chen exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

"Would you like to see your great-grandchildren get married and have children?" Master Shenhao asked with a smile.

"I can't see it anymore!" Mr. Chen waved his hand. He was aware of his physical condition and could sense that his time was coming to an end.

Master Shenhao shook his head. "If they were a little faster, you would still have a chance."

The next moment, Master Shenhao took off the gourd from his waist and said, "You gave me a medal to share your glory, so I will give you something in return to share my harvest."

"Huh?" Mr. Chen asked, puzzled.

Then he saw Master Shenhao open the gourd lid, shake it gently, and a smooth, jade-like pill was poured out.

In an instant, the aroma of medicine filled the air.

"This is the Water and Fire Subduing Spirit Pill. It uses scraps from two kinds of spiritual herbs as the main ingredients, along with eighteen kinds of auxiliary herbs. It regulates the water and fire in the body and has the function of nourishing life and prolonging life," Master Shenhao introduced. "Ordinary people can take it."

Mr. Chen's son's expression changed, and he was about to stop him when he saw Master Shenhao gently raise his hand, and the pill was sent into Mr. Chen's mouth, where he swallowed it in one gulp.

Everyone around was stunned!
What era are we living in? Who would still randomly consume elixirs given by Taoist priests?

But they never imagined that a dignified old Taoist priest from the Wanfu Palace of the Shangqing School on Sanmao Mountain would randomly give people elixirs.

"you!"

But before they could even utter a sound of rebuke, they saw Master Shenhao pat Old Master Chen's chest again, saying, "You're too old, I'll help you absorb the medicinal power."

Then they swallowed all their voices, because they saw that Mr. Chen's chest was emitting a red and black light!

(End of this chapter)