This time, Mo Wentian arrived at a place called Jinchuan County and decided to stop there.
It wasn’t that there was anything particularly captivating about the place, but on the day he arrived, just as he was preparing to rest briefly before moving on to his next destination, something caught his attention.
Mo Wentian noticed a lively procession passing through the streets.
The group was dressed in festive attire, with large red flowers tied around their waists, and they were making a lot of noise with gongs and drums. The spectacle quickly drew the attention of many onlookers.
Mo Wentian glanced at the signs they were holding and realized it was just a promotional stunt by some business trying to attract attention.
However, just as he was about to leave, something on the signs caught his eye.
The signs claimed that a certain traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) clinic could “cure all diseases.” This immediately struck a nerve with Mo Wentian.
After all, there was no such thing as a cure-all in the world of medicine. Even Mo Wentian, who had mastered the Heavenly Dao Acupuncture technique, wouldn’t dare make such an outrageous claim. His own disciple, Xu Fei, hadn’t even reached the highest level of mastery in the technique yet.
What’s more, this false advertisement was using the name of TCM, which made it even more egregious.
All of this combined made Mo Wentian determined to confront the situation.
So, he followed the procession and eventually arrived at a newly opened TCM clinic on East Road in Jinchuan County.
Without hesitation, Mo Wentian barged in and found the clinic bustling with activity. Many unsuspecting patients were already being deceived.
Mo Wentian couldn’t hold back and shouted, “Stop! You frauds! You don’t even understand the basic principles of TCM, yet you dare to practice medicine? This is nothing but a scam!”
His words immediately stunned everyone in the room. The attendees began murmuring among themselves, and many started to show signs of doubt.
Seeing the lively atmosphere he had worked so hard to create quickly dissipate, the owner of the clinic grew anxious.
After some thought, he quickly apologized to the crowd and then approached Mo Wentian, saying, “Sir, you’re absolutely right. I shouldn’t have resorted to deception, but I have my reasons!”
Seeing the owner’s sincere attitude and considering that he had followed the procession closely, Mo Wentian decided not to press the issue further, as no serious harm had been done yet.
Instead, he asked, “You have reasons? Let’s hear them.”
The clinic owner then began to pour out his troubles to Mo Wentian.
It turned out that the owner had originally wanted to open a legitimate TCM clinic, but he didn’t understand TCM himself and couldn’t find a suitable partner. In the end, he felt forced to take this risky approach.
After hearing this, Mo Wentian smiled and said, “How about this? Since you’re genuinely interested in promoting TCM, I’ll help you. I’ll train a proper TCM practitioner to oversee your clinic. What do you think?”
The owner was taken aback by Mo Wentian’s straightforward and generous offer. Overjoyed, he said, “Really? That would be amazing, sir! Please, come inside to the courtyard, and we can discuss this further!”
With that, the owner led the way into the courtyard.
Mo Wentian, unsuspecting, followed. However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he realized it was a trap.
A group of red-robed monks stood there, staring at him with clear ill intent.
One of them spoke up, “So, you’re the renowned miracle doctor of China, Mo Wentian?”
