Xuan He Healing Heart

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! Introduction: The medicine box on the bluestone road hides two secrets: one part is the magic medicine that can revive the dead, and the other part is the blood feud that caused Xuanqing Temple to be burned. Lin Jiu, a down-and-out doctor who crawled back from the dead, relied on a few life-sustaining pills in his medicine box to walk around the market. However, after saving the dying Master Zhang, he was involved in a conspiracy that spanned ten years. The "Ghost Loin" with purple lines on the neck, the vicious trick of mixing corpse oil with Yin grass, the pursuit of Black Wind Hall, the sudden appearance of the missing senior brother... In the layers of fog, the "Secret Book of Qingsang" that was split in two has become the key that everyone covets - the first volume is in his hands, recording the medical skills of bringing the dead back to life; the second volume is living outside, hiding the secret alchemy skills that can subvert the world. When his former classmates turned into bloodthirsty enemies, and when the life-saving medicine became a life-threatening weapon, Lin Jiu realized: the master's words before his death, "heal the person first, heal the heart", never meant the patient. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the nine medicine shops, and the three religions and nine streams each have their own agendas. Some are crazy about the secret medicine, some are running for the truth, and some are struggling between hatred and conscience. Carrying a medicine box on his back, he shuttled between swords and swords, not only hanging the lives of others with the soul-reviving pill, but also splitting his own fate with the dust-breaking knife. But when the bones of his loved ones, his master's last words, and even his own life experience have all become lies that have been tampered with, can the pill that can prolong his life still save him? This is a game where medicine is the blade and the heart is the medicine. In a world where people's hearts are more poisonous than arsenic, what can save lives is never magic medicine, but a conscience that refuses to sink.