Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1947 - 1949: Provocation

It was said that the person who offended Huaxia deities was actually a stooge arranged by Zhang Dongyuan. But the hint was so expertly handled by Zhang, that the stooge didn’t even realize his role.

Many people scoffed at this notion, arguing, "This is Europa, it’s far from Huaxia. Isn’t Huaxia supposed to be atheistic?"

Yet, after another day, the stroke still hadn’t improved much, making the doctors feel a bit puzzled—facial nerve paralysis usually sees quick initial recovery, with slower progress in later stages being normal.

The Chinese medicine practitioner responsible for the acupuncture was equally curious, wondering why the effect wasn’t noticeable this time, as the first two sessions should have been quick to show results.

At this point, the patient asked, "Um, could I have offended the deities in your Daoist Temple... is there such a saying?"

Chinese medicine and Daoist sects are inseparable; whether it’s the "Basic Question," the "Spiritual Pivot," or works by Ge Hong like "Emergency Prescriptions Kept Up One’s Sleeve" and "Baopuzi," all illustrate this.

Though this Chinese medicine practitioner was actually a Gaul, upon hearing the situation, he said it was really hard to explain, advising the patient to ask at the Daoist Temple. Although he only knew acupuncture and cupping and couldn’t prescribe Chinese herbal medicine, Chinese medicine incorporates not just medical science, but also philosophy and metaphysics.

On the fourth day of the incident, the first person went to the Daoist Temple, curious about whether his crooked mouth was due to something he did wrong.

The Gauls are proud, but the crooked mouth and skewed eye aside, the constant drooling felt really awful.

Zhang Dongyuan had arranged beforehand, so a young Taoist said, "You’ve offended the deities. Burn incense continuously for three days, and you’ll recover 80% within a month. If you keep burning incense, you might be fully healed in fifteen days."

Upon hearing this, the person immediately agreed, "I want to burn incense."

The Daoist Temple wasn’t fully organized yet, and a single stick of repentance incense cost 19.98 euros.

After burning incense once, the patient woke up early the next morning to find his symptoms significantly alleviated, prompting him to burn incense again without hesitation.

For those working odd jobs in the Gaul town, twenty euros wasn’t a trivial amount—some might not even earn fifty euros a day. Even in Paris, a monthly salary above two thousand five hundred was considered above average.

The price wasn’t low, but the key was that it was effective!

On the second day, he recovered a bit more, then told his close friends. On the third day, he burned one more day of incense and stopped going.

The Gauls operate like this; they feel that 80% recovery is quite decent, and the remaining 20% can gradually recover naturally.

There were also some particularly concerned about their image who burned incense for five consecutive days, significantly improving their recovery—generally fully healed in twenty days. But those choosing this option were rare, as the Gauls were not accustomed to saving money, and persistently handing out so many euros was challenging.

Anyway, incense gradually accumulated at the Daoist Temple. Those staunchly refusing to come saw others nearly fully recovered while they still drooled incessantly and reluctantly came to burn incense against their original wishes.

However, despite the reluctance, there was no denying it; not burning incense proved ineffective, but once you did, it worked— would you burn it?

On the twelfth day of incense burning, Feng Jun found Zhang Dongyuan and said, "Tomorrow is the last day, burning incense won’t help anymore—I’ve lingered here long enough and can’t continue staying."

However, tomorrow, the Church would be sending people over. Feng Jun gave Zhang Dongyuan a twenty-centimeter diameter disc with a Tai Chi Fish on it, instructing him, "Hang it beside the hall, it repels evil. If any formidable enemies arrive, you can silently chant ’Luohua.’"

Actually, this was a Qi Refinement realm Talisman Treasure, capable of three activations but solely keyed to Zhang Dongyuan’s Divine Sense, unusable by others.

Sure enough, the next day, Church members arrived, wanting to know what sorcery was used at the Daoist Temple that made people’s mouths crooked.

Zhang Dongyuan flatly refused a meeting, yet the Church representatives came prepared, bringing two Executors and one Knight of Light.

Simply put, Executors were in the grade of Revelations, and together they could even make Apostate Keane hide, while the Knight of Light was more extraordinary, selected from the Twelve Round Table Knights.

The Twelve Round Table Knights are generally high-ranked Revelations, impressive indeed, but the Knight of Light roughly reaches Qi Refinement Realm.

As a Guardian Knight within the Church, the Knight of Light seldom appears unless the situation is critical; the number ranges from one to three, no more.

The three disregarded the young Taoist’s obstructions and charged directly into the Daoist Temple, only to be instantly struck by a brilliant flash and thrown outside the Daoist Temple’s entrance, accompanied by an incredibly brief, profound voice.

They didn’t understand Huaxia language, but fortunately, among their companions, someone knew it, revealing the message as "Intruders Die."

After comprehending the situation, the three discussed among themselves, with an Executor stepping forward and loudly proclaiming, "We harbor no malice, we ask the Huaxia sect leader to meet us."

Suddenly appearing was a nearly thirty-year-old individual with ape-like arms and a wasp waist, exuding agility and liveliness. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He was a Qingcheng martial artist and proudly declared, "Our leader has no interest in meeting you. If you leave now, there’s still time; if not, you might find it impossible to leave... we didn’t invite you."

The Knight of Light stepped forward, sneering, "Is this a threat against us?"

In reality, he didn’t wish to be at the forefront, as he represented the Church’s ultimate combat strength, well aware of how formidable Huaxia Daoist sects could be—Church records were abundant.

The Daoist sects are Huaxia’s native religions, emphasizing self-cultivation rather than reliance on external objects, contrary to Western civilization’s ideology of worshiping external objects without self-improvement—just have faith in the Lord, your efforts are inferior to your devotion.

So when the flood came, in the East it was Yu the Great who managed the waters, while in the West you might just buy a ticket for the ark.

In the era of eating raw flesh and drinking blood, raw meat was unhealthy to consume; in the East, it was about getting fire by drilling wood, while in the West, Prometheus stole fire.

In the West, Heracles was the son of Zeus and Alcmene, but in the East, the God of War... whose son was Chi You? Whose son was Bai Qi? Whose son was Guan Yu?

The West values bloodlines, and the East focuses on ability—has the East never valued bloodlines? That’s not really the case!

However, the Scholar Clans have long vanished, so in the East there are no nobles, only the imperial exam to select scholars; if you have the ability, you rise!

These words are off-topic; ultimately, the Daoist Sect wants to sever emotions and nature—this seems to imply that they don’t care about familial ties?

But in fact, the more one emphasizes not caring about something, he likely cares about it the most; otherwise, why stress it? Just ignore it.

And what is most cared for, at the root, is often the cornerstone of civilization.

Many say Huaxia Citizens have no beliefs, but do they really have none? They believe in their ancestors, thank them for bringing them into this world, thank them for their hardships and struggles, allowing them to live in a relatively better environment.

Do Westerners thank their ancestors? They do, but perhaps... only thank their bloodline—I was born into a noble family.

For those born as commoners, there’s no need to say... they are deservedly humble.

Simply put, Westerners thank the Lord more, but the essence of being human... is it really because of the Lord?

These discussions are distant; in summary, Huaxia is a place for the daring and striving, and within the Daoist Sect, there is no shortage of skilled individuals.

Saying no more of the past, only of the present, this Knight of Light is aware: after Sofia from Mai Nation became an Apostate, how formidable her methods are.

Yet these threatening words still must be said, otherwise how to explain to others?

The martial artist sneered, "I speak within my sect grounds... you call this a threat? Or do you think only Sofia from Australia knows Thunder Technique?"

The Knight of Light shivered again at heart upon hearing this; is Sofia’s Thunder Technique really something one can learn just by believing in the Dao?

No matter the circumstances, with people watching nearby, he couldn’t just leave, "I came here today to inquire about Huaxia Kung Fu."

While speaking, his hand reached for the fine sword at his waist, "Weapon combat is also fine."

"Anyone who dares to draw a sword in the Daoist Temple dies!" the martial artist stated coldly, "I learned Kung Fu to eliminate evil and uphold the Dao, not to compete with people. If you admit to being evil, please be clear!"

The Knight of Light would never acknowledge this, so he snorted disdainfully, turned around and left, "Coward!"

His actions were not only seen by those in the Daoist Temple but also by seven or eight outside.

Actually, someone was unwilling to spend money on penitential incense and reported it to the Church, asking the Church to eliminate evil.

And the Church was curious to probe the Daoist Temple, so they sent three people to investigate—of course, with such a strong lineup, it wasn’t just probing; if possible, they would strike.

Unfortunately, this probe was not only unsuccessful but they didn’t uncover the true depth of the other side either.

The crooked-mouthed fellow stepped forward and asked muddledly, "What should I do with this face of mine...?"

The Knight of Light didn’t even look at him, directly leaving swiftly. The two Executors also didn’t intend to care for this person, but eventually one stopped and answered briefly, "Apply heat compresses, drink more hot water."

This man paused dumbfounded and finally realized he was probably abandoned, couldn’t help but curse, "Damn it, weren’t you the ones who asked us to investigate? Now you don’t care anymore?"

While he cursed, the three of them got in the car and left on their own—who cares about someone who can’t even speak clearly?

That man stood dumb for quite a while before stepping up to a young Taoist, speaking muddledly, "Penitential incense... I want to burn incense."

"Sorry, it’s too late for that," the young Taoist had received guidance from Zhang Dongyuan, "Burning incense won’t work anymore."

"No!" The guy stepped forward, grabbed the young Taoist’s collar and shouted angrily, "You can’t refuse my repentance!"

The young Taoist calmly turned his head to glance above the door, making no struggle—there’s a surveillance camera there.

This guy finally came to his senses, released the collar, and gently coughed, "I apologize for my impulsiveness."

"Regarding this matter, you can buy a stick of penitential incense," the young Taoist stated methodically, "You can choose not to, but if other troubles arise, it’ll be too late to regret."

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