On the border of the Southern Continent, an old man wearing a straw hat arrived outside a pharmacy.

Outside the pharmacy, countless people were clamoring and jostling, packing the streets and blocking the roads.

"Go away! The 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' is not for sale to you idlers!"

A few assistants from the store stood at the door, ferociously driving the crowd away.

An elderly, thin man shouted in anger, "I am a doctor, why won't you sell it to me?"

The assistants glanced at him, "You treat bandits, how could we sell it to you?"

The old man walked over, took off his tattered straw hat, revealing his greying hair.

"Mr. Li."

Upon seeing the old man, the assistants hurriedly made way and said, "Please come in, sir."

The old man nodded.

His name was Li Zhang, not a person of great importance, but his family had been practicing medicine for generations and had some reputation.

This time, entering the city, Li Zhang wanted to buy a copy of the "Hundred Herbs Scripture."

Devils roamed the Four Great Continents, making travel inconvenient, and doctors generally passed on their knowledge through the generations, with little exchange among them.

Therefore, even the most outstanding doctors would have their inadequacies.

Yet the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" would make up for their shortcomings.

Li Zhang entered the pharmacy, met the owner who warmly greeted him, and handed over the "Hundred Herbs Scripture."

Li Zhang flipped through the "Hundred Herbs Scripture," only taking a few looks, and was astounded by the detailed introduction to the herbs' origins, appearances, and harvesting methods, as well as the detail of categorization and clarity of classification.

But this was not the focus of the "Hundred Herbs Scripture." The pharmaceutical tome gathered theories from various families, analyzed and corrected some medicinal doubts, expounded on their medicinal theories, and provided key points for medication usage.

Li Zhang had been practicing medicine all his life and had encountered many medicinal puzzles, all of which were explained in this "Hundred Herbs Scripture."

"This book can save the world and help the people."

Li Zhang caressed the "Hundred Herbs Scripture," seemingly feeling the countless efforts of people on it.

He had heard in his early years that for this book, doctors from the Four Great Continents had collected hereditary materials and sent them to the Huaguo Mountain.

Some medical texts had disappeared en route, and some people died along the way, but in the end—this "Hundred Herbs Scripture" was still born.

This was a pharmacological work created by blood and tears.

The Monkey King, learned and skilled, did not disappoint those sacrificed humans.

"How much is it?"

Li Zhang inquired the owner of the pharmacy.

The owner waved his hands repeatedly, "No money, no money."

He was overjoyed and said, "The County Magistrate entrusted the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' with me, saying it's a treasure for treating and saving lives, that it must be handed to you doctors, and must not be sold privately."

Li Zhang showed surprise, "But I heard this book is not widespread."

"Because it is not widespread, we have to hand it to you." The owner clasped his hands and bowed in the direction of Chang'an, saying, "The current Sage is wise, stating that the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' getting into your hands one day earlier could save more lives."

Li Zhang immediately showed his solemn respect.

He thanked the owner repeatedly, tucked the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" into his chest, and left through the back door of the pharmacy.

Li Zhang lived in a village ten miles away, but on the way, a group of bandits blocked his path.

"Old fellow!"

The bandits said angrily, "We know you have the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' on you, hand it over quickly!"

Li Zhang looked at the gleaming swords and knives in their hands and took a step back.

"Stop being disrespectful."

At this moment, the same thin old man came over, clasping his hands towards Li Zhang and said, "Sir, I wish to borrow the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' for two months, with no ill intentions."

Li Zhang remembered this old man was the doctor who was driven out of the pharmacy.

"Impossible."

Li Zhang shook his head, "You want to use the 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' to treat bandits, I absolutely cannot agree."

The bandits became furious, about to take action, but were stopped by the old man again.

"Teacher, all healers have a compassionate heart, and these bandits were not inherently evil people."

He said to Li Zhang.

These bandits came from refugees in the neighboring county, originating from poor families.

Since the establishment of the Han Dynasty, "Heavenly Craftsmanship" has transformed the Southern Continent, increasing grain production, yet some landlords still didn't provide a way out for the poor, making things increasingly difficult, which left the desperate no choice but to become bandits.

Li Zhang, of course, had also heard about these matters.

However, the County Magistrate of this district was kind and caring towards his people, and Li Zhang hadn't seen such a person in a long time.

"Please promise me this."

The elder bowed to Li Zhang.

Seeing this, the other bandits also put down their swords, and bowed to Li Zhang, earnestly requesting his help.

It turned out that their children had recently contracted serious illnesses and desperately needed medical treatment.

Li Zhang felt the weight of the book in his arms.

He took out the "Hundred Herbs Scripture," glanced at it a few times, then sighed: "Fine, I'll lend it to you."

He handed the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" to the old man.

The old man received it with great care, and Li Zhang added, "Your misfortune is unrelated to 'Heavenly Craftsmanship.' I hope you will not resent the Wise Monkey because of this."

"Of course," the old man immediately nodded in agreement: "We understand that, and the County Magistrate here is very good. We have found a good piece of land and are planning to build water wheels and develop fertile fields to resettle ourselves using 'Heavenly Craftsmanship.'"

Li Zhang's face broke into a smile: "That's wonderful."

The bandits were extremely grateful to him, and after repeatedly thanking him, they turned and left.

Watching their retreating figures, Li Zhang let out a long sigh: What a pity that this trip was in vain.

He composed himself, knowing that two months was too long, but since the Emperor was keen on spreading the knowledge, perhaps he could get it earlier.

Li Zhang returned to the village, just in time to see many villagers coming out of the village gate armed with knives and spears.

"Teacher."

The villagers were overjoyed to see him: "We heard that there were bandits on the road, and we were just coming to meet you!"

"I met them."

Li Zhang waved his hand and said: "They borrowed my 'Hundred Herbs Scripture.'"

The villagers were stunned, exchanged glances, then smiled and said: "Teacher, there's no need to worry."

They called out a few times to others behind them, then handed a book to Li Zhang.

Li Zhang was surprised as he took it: "How did you come by this?"

The villagers smiled.

"This is the work of the Wise Monkey, a book for saving the world and aiding the people."

"We knew this book was important to you."

"This morning, when we went to the city, we exchanged some grains with a bookseller for it."

The villagers didn't mention how much grain they had spent, but to acquire the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" in such a remote area must have been costly.

Li Zhang was moved: "How can I possibly accept this?"

"Why can't you?"

The villagers said to him: "Teacher, you are the only doctor in our village, it is only right and reasonable that we give this book to you."

Li Zhang clasped the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" tightly in his hands, feeling warmth in his heart.

Returning home, he first placed the "Hundred Herbs Scripture" carefully, then turned to burn incense and offer prayers of gratitude.

At Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong seemed to sense something, opening his eyes in surprise from his meditation.

"Immortal," he asked Immortal Zhenyuan beside him: "Why can I hear some human voices?"

Immortal Zhenyuan looked at him and saw his body was glowing with golden light.

"Worthy brother, you have become a Merit Immortal."

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