Chapter 003 - Green Bag Sutra

　　The moon color is misty, Hansheng felt a little itchy at the nasal cavity, casually wiped a few times with his hand, the mycelium of the white tusks wiped off, and a few strands of filaments as fine as a millimeter fluttered down to the ground, which he didn't notice. 　　Looked up and looked at the sky, the thick clouds in the northwest drifted over, it looks like it's going to rain heavily. Gotta hurry, thought Chanson. 　　Hansheng hand holding a shovel, shovel head into the gap on the coffin lid, pressed down hard, with the "creaking" sound, the rotten coffin lid can not withstand the prying force, broken. He cleaned off the broken boards above, grabbed the flashlight toward the black hole of the coffin inside the light. 　　A humanoid object with white hairs was lying quietly in the coffin ...... 　　Hansheng was startled, how did this thousand year old corpse grow full of white hair? He fixed his eyes to take a closer look and couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, the white hairs were actually still growing! Thin as a spider's thread, the white hairs are running towards the gap in the cover. 　　Hansheng corner of his eye glanced to the corner of the coffin, is a rectangular wooden box, about thirty centimeters long, covered with fine dust. 　　Hansheng's heart pounded, he carefully reached over the shovel and gently picked up the wooden box. 　　When he drew back the shovel and grabbed the wooden box, he found that the white mycelium had almost grown all over the coffin. He did not have time to take a closer look at the wooden box and hurriedly climbed up to the mound. 　　Under the moonlight, the white mycelium wiggled out of the coffin and continued to climb upwards. Alarmed, Hansheng put down the wooden box, grabbed a shovel, and desperately filled the pit with soil, covering those white creatures. 　　When the rain fell in the night sky, the tomb pit had been completely filled in, and the thousand-year-old tomb did not leave a trace, Hansheng wiped away the sweat on his face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. 　　All around the dark, can not see the fingers, Hansen snap flashlight switch, the filament of a red, and then not bright, the battery is finally exhausted. 　　Rain fell heavily, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest hit the "rustling" sound, Hansen will be wooden box into the cloth pocket, that there are twenty-seven pieces of hand bones recovered, he picked up the pocket, carrying a shovel, groping for the dark and walked back. 　　Under the rain and fog, the ghost fire in the bamboo forest has disappeared, those crows probably also closed their eyes and slept, Hansheng can only step by step groping forward, from time to time hit the thick bamboo, scattered a pile of raindrops. 　　One or two hours later, Hansheng only stumbled back home. 　　The big yellow dog stupid not as usual come up shaking his head and tail, seemingly fearful sniffing the air, mouth issued a low growl, body trembling back, shrinking into the corner of the hall. 　　Hansheng heart is excited, do not care about stupid expression, straight into the west room, father really has not come back. 　　He put down the cloth pocket, lit the oil lamp, can not take off the body wet clothes, can not wait to take out the wooden box from the cloth pocket, to the oil lamp to look carefully. 　　The dust on the wooden box has been washed away by the rain, revealing the black and red color of the wood, is a rosewood box. Wooden box heavy, no fold and lock, is a slip cover box, the edge of the slide are sealed with fire paint, to play the role of moisture and sealing. Hansen tried to pump, then got up to the stove to find a small knife, under the lamp bit by bit to pick off the sealing paint. 　　Scrape the old half a day, finally keyed clean, Hansen suppressed the wildly beating heart, sit up good body, took a deep breath, and then carefully will slide cover slowly draw out ...... 　　Inside the box was placed a white linen bag, looks rough texture, cloth bag on top of a yellowed piece of paper, written with black and yellow handwriting. Hansheng carefully picked up the piece of paper, under the oil lamp to look carefully, it turned out to be a letter, the font is clerical, the penmanship is pale and ancient, the letter reads: 　　Jian'an thirteen years of autumn Bai, the Prime Minister beheaded in Xuchang, Xuchang in prison entrusted the "Qing Nang Jing" a and a ruler of yin and yang, that "those who have this scripture can live". I am wu hui zhou fu wuyuan south mountain people, this will descendants this scripture buried with the ear, this scripture he day if get to see the sky, get the scripture of people when hanging pot to help the world, must not say its origin, then parents and children can not say, remember, not negative 旉 of the trust also. Wei Huangchu seven years late winter. 　　The more he reads, the more he is shocked, and cold sweat drips down from his cheeks. 　　He grew up listening to his father said, "Green Bag Classic" is said to be the Three Kingdoms when the god doctor Hua Tuo, when he was imprisoned by Cao Cao in the death row in Xuchang, Wei capital, knowing that life is not long, it will be written into a lifetime of medical skills "Green Bag Classic", handed over to the jailer, hope to pass it on to the future generations, I did not expect that the jailer died and dare not accept, so I had to, Hua Tuo will be the work of his heart and soul to put on the torch, but unfortunately a generation of god doctor's life of medical skills this is lost, that Hua Tuo moniker A "旉" word. 　　Could it be, could it be that the "Qing Nang Jing" of more than 1,700 years ago is still alive? 　　Under the oil lamp, Hansheng trembling hand slowly unraveled the baggage skin ...... 　　The cloth bag layer by layer opened, presented in front of Hansheng is more than a dozen scattered and yellowish color paper, box bottom lying a green ruler. Those pieces of paper are rough in texture, front and back sides are filled with small fly-head characters, the top of the piece of paper at the beginning of the scribbled three words in clerical script "Green Bag Sutra". 　　Is this the Green Bag Sutra? 　　Hansheng was confused at first, but after a little thought, he realized it. Papermaking appeared in the Western Han Dynasty, when the use of yellow sisal paper, in front of the "Green Sacred Scripture" paper is yellow but not made of jute, should be improved by the Eastern Han Cai Lun bark fiber paper. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, warlords were in power, people were displaced, and folk paper was scarce. Hua Tuo imprisoned in prison, can only be put together to a few pieces of paper, in order to save and write this scripture in small fly-head characters, and even less likely to be bound into a book, it seems that this dozen rough and shabby pieces of paper, must be Hua Tuo's handwriting of the year undoubtedly. 　　Hansheng's spirit was revitalized, and then lowered his head and gazed down. The next description in the scripture makes Hansheng more convinced that this is the lost "Qing Nang Jing" which has been passed down for more than 1,700 years. 　　But see what the piece of paper stated: 　　The main use of Ma Bo San is Mandragora flowers, also known as wind boxer, mountain eggplant, the smell of pungent, warm, poisonous, autumn pick Mandragora flowers, shade dry. A liter of medicine, another raw grass, angelica, angelica, Angelica dahurica, rhizoma rhizoma, four dollars each, fried southern star a money, hot wine mixing service three money, it is to make both drunken and unaware, across the broken abdomen and back, draw cuts the accumulations, if in the stomach and intestines, it is cut off before the wash, to remove the disease of obscenity ...... 　　Hansen read here, do not feel the blood to the upward surge, tears, can not help but be happy, this is a thousand years of national medical practitioners, the jianghu Langzhong dream of the treasure trove of ah! 　　He knew that the mandrake flower that is foreign flowers, domestic wild distribution is very wide, the original has this wonderful use. 　　Hansen read on as if intoxicated, not realizing that the rooster crows three times, the day has dawned. 　　At this time, the big yellow dog clumsy barked up, someone in the yard stood still, pulling up his voice called: "Dr. Zhu, the squad notice, today the family began to move the graves." 　　Hansheng hurriedly put away the Green Sacred Scripture, put it into the box, tucked the rosewood box under the bedding on the bed, then rubbed his eyes and walked out the door. 　　The person who came was in his thirties, medium build, tiger back and waist, what Hansheng recognized was Zhu Biao, the junior captain of Nanshan Village. 　　"Pops has gone to deliver a baby, wait for him to come back." Hansheng told him. 　　"Good, but your family should be more active, don't fall behind the revolutionary masses." Zhu Biao said with a leathery smile and walked away. 　　Hmph, villain! Hansheng muttered in his heart, because of the issue of birth composition, this captain always found fault with his old dad. His family is an ancestral doctor, the land reform that time, do not know how to be classified as rich peasants, I heard that grandpa once cured the Nationalist county magistrate's disease, belonging to the service of the reactionary class. 　　By dusk, Pops still hadn't returned. 　　Should I tell Pops that I got the Green Bag Sutra? Cold Sheng remembered the letter from the ancient tomb owner, and finally decided that it was better not to say anything first, since people have requirements when they entrusted the scripture, they should abide by it, besides, it is still a thousand years old predecessor! 　　Thinking of this, Hansheng continued to waste his sleep reading it.