Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 7



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Seeing the poison of my past life (2)

“Tang Xi, what is the basic principle of pulse diagnosis?”

“What do you see me as?”

Danghee answered, frowning.

“The doctor examines the patient by pouring his/her energy into the patient’s bloodstream.”

“Stop talking nonsense and be more specific.”

“Huh, how dare you call me stupid now-”

“There are two stages of pulse diagnosis: the master pulse and the master wave.”

“Poisonous and poisonous?”

“It really was your intention to only make poison. There’s only a thin line between medicine and poison.”

“what?”

“Du-maek (督脈) is a diagnosis that reads the details of the body by placing a finger on the wrist. It can be considered the most basic step of pulse diagnosis. It reads the patient’s energy and quality. It reads the imbalance of the true energy and the heartbeat at the same time.”

As I sat at my desk, pulling out the bee’s stinger, I heard a rustling sound behind me. It was the sound of her reading a book in bed.

The magician continued to speak, mixing poisons here and there.

“Next is Dokpa. That is what you are talking about, where the doctor sends qi (氣) into the patient’s bloodstream and observes the reaction. Naturally, since the doctor’s realm must become external reality, it can be seen as an advanced process.”

“Why did you suddenly bring it up?”

“It’s related to your ‘deal’. It’s a teaching. Dokpa can be seen as the definition of pulse diagnosis that you mentioned. The doctor sends his energy into the patient’s blood vessels and observes the reaction. In fact, this can be considered true pulse diagnosis.”

The venom sac of a bee that came with the stinger. When the venom sac was ground in a mortar, a little white powder formed.

It was dyed yellow. At the same time, a weight was felt on the shoulders of the demon. It was Dang-hee. A faint floral scent came from her, leaning against the demon’s pedestal.

“Is your excrement just now related to what you’re making now?”

“Yeah. I made it because you always seemed obsessed with poison.”

“That’s not our deal, is it?”

“I just made it because I was bored. There was no requirement that you be the only one making the poison, right?”

The yellow powder inside the mortar. The magician slowly poured it onto the paper. Danghee lifted the sachet.

“So what kind of poison is it? A formless poison? A poison that can instantly kill even the best of the Heavenly One? Or… a poison that prevents death?”

The magician chuckled.

“Power. It doesn’t have the kind of power you want. There’s no pain, no symptoms. Even if an old man who’s dying eats this, he won’t die.”

“And yet it’s poison?”

The magician nodded.

“Of course it’s poison. The moment you eat this, no doctor will know the state of your body.”

Danghee didn’t answer right away. It took her a while to understand Ma-ui’s words.

“…Is this a poison that only blocks the pulse?”

“That’s right. Alone, it can’t cause any pain… but if you feed it some kind of poison, it can kill people.”

Another silence. This time, it had a different meaning. Dang-hee placed the medicine bottle back on the table and stroked Ma-ui’s hand.

“I’m glad I came to you.”

“It’s a gift, so feel free to use it as you wish. I’ll even teach you how to mix it.”

“Huh, are you telling me to just kill people?”

“You’re not the type to do that.”

“That’s a funny joke. What’s your name?”

“The name is…”

As Ma-ui hesitated for a moment, Dang-hee’s hair ornament rang. For a moment, it caught his eye. That was all.

It was a golden butterfly with a soft glow.

**

“Golden butterfly poison?”

A soliloquy came out. He had been careful about everything since becoming Yongwoon, but this time he couldn’t help but panic.

“What did you say?”

Philosopher Jae was also in the realm of external appearance. There was no way he could miss the words that came out. And his judgment was also quick.

He looked around hurriedly and was relieved because there was no one there.

The servant who had shown the way had long since disappeared, as he had no expectations of Yongun, and his escorting warriors had not followed him to rest.

Cheolhakjae, who had entered the master’s bedroom with a stern expression, closed the door. In the meantime, Yongwoon collected his blank expression.

“Did you just say poison?”

Philosopher asked with a stern expression. There was a huge difference between illness and poison. This was because the subject changed from heaven to man.

Yongwoon also had a bad expression. He, who had confidence and pride in his own abilities, was not letting go of Iron Man’s wrist. He checked it over and over again, but it was wrong.

The waves created by the collision could not reach the body. Their power was sapped by numerous obstacles, and eventually there was no echo coming back, making it unreadable.

It had the same effect as the poison of Geumjeopdok. It was the poison that was given to Danghee as a gift at that time.

“Do you know the name Geumjeopdok?”

Philosopher Jae shook his head. Even though he was from a prestigious family, the fact that he didn’t know about it meant that it wasn’t widely used.

Well, seeing as so many lawmakers didn’t figure it out…

“I can’t believe it.”

Philosopher Jae muttered. There were several times when he suspected poison. It was true that some people, inside and outside the family, suspected his uncle. If the head of the family disappeared, the person closest to power would be his uncle.

But Philosopher knew. His uncle could have competed for the position of head of the household long ago. Why would he suddenly poison his brother when he had given up the position of head of the household on his own?

Moreover, even after his father lost consciousness, his uncle only did his best to preserve the iron family, and did not take any action to restrain or gain any benefit from himself as the owner of the small house.

“Did this Sega have a connection with Dangga?”

But Yongwoon’s question cracked that confidence.

“Are you talking about the Sacheondangga?”

Sacheondang Family. A prestigious family that uses poison and dark techniques and is the fifth generation of the Jeongpa clan. No matter how powerful the Cheol family was in Guangxi, it was nothing compared to the Tang family.

Philosopher Jae shook his head.

“I don’t know anything… Ah.”

One fact that comes to mind.

“Except for the one time my uncle stopped by Sacheon…”

His eyes shook. The emotions in his eyes changed from shock to disbelief.

It was a distrust of Yongun.

“That’s nonsense!”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea to raise your voice.”

The eyes of Akmun Philosopher Jae were burning brightly. It seemed as if he was denying the possibility that came out of Yongwoon’s words.

“There’s no way my uncle would do that! He gave up his position as head of the household early on-”

“I told you to be quiet.”

Yongwoon, who had come out quickly, touched Cheolhakjae’s acupuncture point. Cheolhakjae, who was excited, couldn’t even dodge it.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was gaping. But when he couldn’t make a sound, he gradually began to calm down.

“I deliberately adjusted my strength. I think I can speak now.”

“…Really, are you sure?”

“I am certain that it is a poison that I know of. It is a poison that has no power whatsoever; it is just a poison that blocks the pulse.”

“What does that mean?”

“Qi opposes Qi. Using that, when the doctor puts his Qi into the patient’s blood vessels, the patient’s Qi inside collides with it. The Qi waves, or some kind of waves, that result from that collision sweep through the patient’s entire body. That’s the principle of pulse diagnosis.”

“Are you saying that it causes shock inside the injured patient’s body?”

“Not to that extent. The energy is extremely sensitive, so even a collision the size of a grain of rice is enough. Anyway, the energy wave passes through each meridian and each acupoint, and if there is a problem there, the energy wave also becomes disturbed. The doctor reads that and figures out what kind of problem is in which part.”

“…and that poison prevents that?”

“Right. It’s a principle that makes the entire blood flow wild, so you can’t tell which part is the problem. You probably know that. Didn’t all the doctors say that it’s similar to the symptoms of running fire and entering the devil?”

Yongwoon’s words were so accurate that Cheolhakjae couldn’t help but nod.

“That’s right. However, the internal energy fluctuations were so minimal compared to the condition that I couldn’t come to that conclusion. However, however, my uncle… was poisoned… all of a sudden? Why on earth?”

“I don’t lie in my treatment.”

Yongwoon spoke briefly.

“You be the judge.”

“…My uncle…”

“It’s true that it’s too early to judge.”

Philosopher Jae said as if he was incredulous.

“Huh, wasn’t it none other than Yong So-hyeop who connected Sacheondangga?”

“It is true that the poison came from Sacheondangga. But this poison… is not of a level that your uncle could have received.”

In Guangxi, it is safe to say that the Cheol family had power similar to that of the king. However, it was not as strong as the Tang family. The power of the Central Plains was so fearsome, and even in the Central Plains, the Tang family, which was the loser, was particularly strong.

At best, his uncle’s skills were at the level of a beginner in Samhwachwijeong. Even if he knocked on the main gate of the Tang family, the only person who would come out was a servant.

‘Moreover, this poison…’

It was something that Ma himself had personally given to Dang Xi. It was unknown what Dang Xi’s status was in the current Tang family, but at least it wasn’t poison given to an unknown military man in Guang Xu.

‘…I don’t know.’

He gave up on his thoughts. However, Yongwoon decided to focus on his martial arts skills while also learning about the current state of the Central Plains.

“First of all, treatment is possible.”

When Yongwoon said that, Cheolhakjae suddenly got up.

“Is that true?!”

“I told you to be quiet. You can do it. Unlike the gold poison, the third-rate poison is what actually made the head lie down. Of course, the gold poison can be eliminated as well.”

“Didn’t you say you can’t take the pulse?”

“That’s the story of Dokpa (督波). A doctor of my caliber can detect such crude poisons just by reading the flow of energy on the skin. It’s so crude that it ends with losing consciousness on a deserted island like Samhwachwijeong.”

“Right now-”

“Do you want that?”

Cheolhakjae paused for a moment at Yongwoon’s question. Yongwoon looked at him seriously and said.

“Even if it happens now, it will take time for the Iron Lord to fully recover his power. However, you don’t even know who Salsu is right now. The fact that he poisoned the Lord means that Salsu is already deep within this family. The most likely one is even your uncle.”

“that is-”

“Even if the family rises, can you defeat your uncle?”

Philosopher’s mouth closed. It was true that the Iron Lord’s level was higher than his uncle’s. However, when would he, who had been lying down for half a year, be able to take care of his uncle?

Yongwoon said while staring at the troubled philosopher.

“The martial arts world is all about strength. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how advanced your medical skills are, if someone wielding a sword is stronger, they will be beheaded. This is the world we live in. So if you lack strength, you have to use your head. What are you going to do?”

Advice that contained Yongwoon’s, or rather Ma-ui’s, entire life. Even though he didn’t know about Ma-ui, Cheolhakjae was deeply touched by the meaning.

Philosopher Jae tightly closed his eyes.

What should I do? Should I treat my father right away? No, can I trust this man? Is it really true that my uncle tried to poison my father?

Yongwoon spoke quietly to Cheolhakjae, whose expression was clearly troubled.

“If you can’t make that decision, I’ll help you.”

“…how?”

Yongwoon told him the plan he had come up with on the spot. However, when the plan was finished, Cheolhakjae’s eyes widened because it seemed truly miraculous.

“What the hell are you…”

“To survive in the martial arts world as a member of the National Assembly, you need to understand at least some tricks. That should be easy.”

Poisoning of the head of the household. It was a very common subject in the history of the Central Plains, which was full of blood. The job of a doctor was to treat someone, but being a doctor who was connected to a martial artist also meant falling in love with someone.

The wounds of a martial artist are not the result of fate given by heaven, but are intentionally inflicted by someone who owes them something.

It was essential for the congressman to use his head to survive.

“…Why on earth are you helping me like this?”

Philosopher Jae was also a martial artist. The martial arts world and the Central Plains meant love and resentment. Yongwoon’s attitude was not that of an ordinary, on-the-spot doctor.

Yongwoon smiled faintly.

“Isn’t that natural? Between you and your uncle, wouldn’t you be the one who would be happier if I bestowed a favor on you?”

“…Dragon Great Swordsman-”

“Don’t call me a knight. I will fully receive this favor.”

“What do you want?”

Yongwoon answered Philosopher’s question simply.

“Sikgaek (food guest).”