How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"I understand!" Zhou Wenju strode up the hillside.

Standing atop the hillside, the entire valley below unfolds before your eyes.

There are wooden houses, thatched houses, and many caves.

In the fields, people were working; by the stream, women were washing clothes; and on the lawn, children were playing. It all looked quite nice.

"Third Brother, how many people are here?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"Young master, please don't address me like that. Just call me Zhang San." The third brother said, "Down from here, there are five valleys, with a total population of about 27,800."

"Have you all lived here for generations?"

A man next to the third brother said, "At first there weren't so many people, only three or four thousand. It was the He family and the Li family who were doing evil outside and encroaching on our land and homes. We had nowhere to settle down, so we could only come here. Gradually, there were twenty or thirty thousand of us."

Another person said, "Yes, young master, the people living here are all unfortunate. They have been forced to settle here because they have no other way to survive. If the He family takes over the only thousand acres of fertile land in Hexi Valley, then the people in this valley will really have no way to survive."

Zhang Laosan sighed softly: "We know that you came here because of what happened yesterday. We didn't mean to hurt anyone yesterday, we just wanted to scare them away. However, those servants are used to being arrogant and actually killed Uncle Sun with a single hoe. That's why we couldn't bear it anymore and fought back. I killed that murderer with my own hands. If you insist on an explanation, just tie me up and hand me over to the magistrate for punishment. Don't let this affect Hexi Village."

"Third Brother, what are you saying?" a man shouted. "I was the one who shot that beast, not you!"

"Shut up!" Zhang Laosan roared, pointing a finger directly at the man's nose. "I said I shot him, so why are you spouting nonsense?"

The man's face flushed red. "Third Brother, I... I know you're thinking of me because I have a wife and children, and you want to exchange your life for mine, but... how can I just watch you take the blame for me?"

"Shut up!" Old Zhang roared. "Your arrow missed! My arrow hit the bullseye! If you utter another word, I'll beat you to death!"

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense!" Zhou Wen raised his hand slightly. "A villain who dared to commit murder in public, why not kill him? Good riddance! Excellent! If I were here, I would have killed him too! It was just self-defense, what crime is that?"

Everyone fell silent.

Self-defense, not a crime?

Is this the assessment given by the county magistrate's son?

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the crowd: "Young master is wise!"

"Like father, like son!"

"The arrival of Young Master Zhou to investigate the case is a great boon to Hexi!"

In an instant, even though everyone was a rough and uncouth man, they were forced to become cultured people who knew classical Chinese phrases...

Old Qi, standing beside him, had his brows furrowed deeply.

My lord, you are very skilled at winning people's hearts, but is this really the right thing to do?

Once you've satisfied the villagers' appetites, there's no room for negotiation. Are you really going to go down the same path with them to the bitter end? Don't forget, your father is the county magistrate!

The dynasty has laws and regulations.

It's fine if I, the head constable, am in a difficult position, but your father is... in a difficult position.

Suddenly, a loud bang shook the valley, flames shot into the sky, and an iron smelting furnace exploded, sending a figure flying high into the air. The entire valley was thrown into chaos...

"The oven exploded!"

Someone shouted.

"Quickly, save them..."

"Go down and take a look!" Zhang Laosan shouted.

Dozens of people rushed down the hillside at the same time.

Zhou Wenju also rushed down. Old Qi was originally standing by, worried that he would fall headfirst, and was on guard at all times. But Zhou Wenju was quick and agile, and in a moment he appeared at the scene of the explosion.

The place was a mess.

Smoke and dust rose, people shouted and dogs barked, and molten iron flowed everywhere.

Four or five half-naked men were groaning on the ground, their bodies either burned or injured.

Several women hurriedly applied ointment to them; the ointment had a strong sulfur smell.

"Old Chen is dying!" someone shouted.

"Quickly, go and invite the divine physician."

"The Immortal Physician is too far away; it will take at least an hour. He... he can't hold on that long..."

"What if we don't support him? The seventh son was just born. Do you want him to be born without a father? Hurry up, hurry up..." an old man shouted.

Zhang Laosan ran off immediately, accompanied by two or three others.

They were very fast, like the best hunters in the jungle, and from Zhou Wenju's perspective, they should also have the foundation of a pulse cultivator, only at the Dao Root realm.

Amidst the chaos, three men carried out the most seriously injured man, who was the one who had been blown into the air when the furnace exploded.

There were no visible external injuries on his body, but he was vomiting blood, and there were chunks of flesh in the blood.

Old Qi stepped forward, placed his finger on Chen Laoqi's brow, and gently touched it, causing Chen's brow to furrow instantly...

"Officer, how is it?" a man asked anxiously.

Filled with strong hope.

In the eyes of country folk, the head constable of the yamen (government office) inherently carries authority.

They desperately wanted Lao Qi to give them an optimistic estimate.

Chen Laoqi has three underage children, and his burden is already heavy. If he is blown up like this, what will happen to his family?

Old Qi gently shook his head: "His internal organs are severely damaged; there's no saving him..."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This is the authoritative answer.

Hopeless!

Yes, from the moment he vomited up fragments of his internal organs, it was already declared that he was beyond saving. However, everyone still held a glimmer of hope, but as his diagnosis was made, that hope vanished.

"Old Qi, try using your inner energy to revive them first, is that possible?" Zhou Wenju said, "They've gone to invite the Immortal Physician, it should only take an hour."

"True energy can only forcibly prolong one's own life for a short time, but it cannot prolong the life of others, unless..."

"Unless what?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"Unless there is a physician among the eighteen sage families of literature in this valley, who can write the most profound medical classics using literary methods, perhaps they could borrow the power of the sages to defy fate. But clearly, there is none here!"

Some people nodded, while others shook their heads.

Nodding and shaking your head actually mean the same thing: acknowledging what Lao Qi said, that it is indeed not here.

This is the countryside in every sense of the word.

The vast majority of them have been farmers for generations, and very few are literate.

Although people from the outside world continued to enter later, how could anyone from the Wendao Sheng family possibly enter?

People from the Wendao Sheng family are the pride of heaven wherever they are. How could they be forced into a corner?

Zhou Wenju's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly raised his head: "I'll give it a try!"

The Eighteen Sage Families of Literature and Taoism.

Each has its own emphasis.

The physicians within the Wendao Sage Family are skilled at using precious pens and gold paper to write down famous healing texts from the classics of the sages, communicating with the Way of Heaven and borrowing the great power of the Way of Heaven to heal injuries.

He possesses a precious writing brush and golden paper. Even though literature is extremely unpopular here and literary methods are sometimes effective and sometimes not, isn't there still a possibility that they might work?

The medical classics of this world are completely different from the artifacts of the Mohist school; he knows nothing about them.

However, how many medical classics from another world have been etched into his mind?

Let's use these medical classics, passed down for thousands of years, to explore the legendary medical practices of this world...

"Second Young Master, you..." Old Qi uttered those four words.

Zhou Wen raised his hand and flipped it over, revealing a precious pen and a sheet of gold paper in his palm.

His pen fell on the gold paper, and he wrote: "The ancient sages taught their people to avoid evil influences and harmful winds at appropriate times, to maintain tranquility and emptiness, so that true qi could flow freely, and the spirit could be guarded within, thus preventing illness. Therefore, one should have a calm mind and few desires, a peaceful heart without fear, a body that is active without fatigue, and qi that flows smoothly, allowing each person to follow their own desires..."

Old Qi's eyes suddenly widened.

My goodness! The Second Young Master's precious brush touched the golden paper, and the literary brilliance arose spontaneously.

This is the appearance of a scholar!

He had been a disciple of the Mohist school for five or six years. What the master had been most hoping for was that he would gain the Mohist school's favor and acquire the literary talent. And he had actually become...

Furthermore, these hundreds of words, each one like the words of a sage, perfectly align with the sacred principles of medicine, must be from the medical classics of the eighteen schools of literature and philosophy. Did he even study the medical classics?!

Zhou Wenju was completely focused and wrote five hundred words in a short time.

The paper was covered with densely packed gold paper.

Amidst the rising dust and smoke, his gold paper remained remarkably clear, each character distinct and extraordinary.

"That's about it!" Zhou Wen raised his hand and placed the gold paper on Chen Laoqi's chest.

At this moment, Chen Laoqi suddenly jerked, as if he had been subjected to an extremely strong electric shock.

It vibrated softly with a buzzing sound.

There were about five hundred words on the gold paper, each word separated from the paper and imprinted on his chest.

The surrounding villagers suddenly erupted...