Jiang Ping of Qingping Town fell ill and lay unconscious on the bed, dying. Jiang Ping's son Jiang Shun was in a hurry. Jiang Shun invited a local divine doctor, known as Little Hua Tuo. After Little Hua Tuo made a diagnosis, he shook his head and said, "The old man is terminally ill, I am afraid that only the Immortal Grass Spirit Pill can save him." Jiang Shun hurriedly said, "Ask the divine doctor to give the divine pill to save my father, even if it is thousands of dollars and thousands of silver." Xiao Hua Tuo waved his hand and said, "How can the immortal grass be obtained by ordinary people? It must be on the cliffs, between the cliffs, I have never found it, but I have only seen records in ancient books." Jiang Shun's bright eyes dimmed.

Everything in the world is afraid of hope, even if hope is very slim, it will give people a kind of hope. Jiang Shun lost his mother when he was young, and it was his father Jiang Ping who pulled him up. Seeing that Jiang Shun's career was also working well, his father was about to let go before he enjoyed glory and wealth. Jiang Shun's heart was twisted when he thought of this place. He decided to go up the mountain to find medicine, even if it was one in ten thousand hopes, he had to work hard, even if he didn't succeed in the end, at least there would be no regrets in his heart. There is a big mountain ten miles south of Qingping Town, called Qianhua Mountain, which is ten thousand feet high. Hunters and medicine shops in the town will go to this mountain to hunt and collect medicine.

Jiang Shun took some dry food, knives, ropes, and other items, and said goodbye to his family and walked to the mountain. Jiang Shun was a scholar, and he read and wrote books from childhood to adulthood, and the farm work in the fields was also handled by his father alone. This was the first time in Jiang Shun's life that he had travelled a long distance, so as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, Jiang Shun felt sore feet. Jiang Shun found a clean stone and sat there to rest. At this time, a hunter came down the mountain, and Jiang Shun went up and asked, "How far is it to go up the mountain?" The hunter smiled and said, "If you take the stone road, you can enjoy the scenery along the way, but it takes an hour to take the stone road farther away. If you take the back mountain path for about half an hour, you can reach the top of the mountain, but the road is short." As he spoke, Hunter pointed out two directions for Jiang Shun.

Jiang Shun rested for a long time and felt that his physical strength had also recovered. He thought he had come out collecting herbs, not enjoying the scenery. It was better to take the path to the top of the mountain to see if there were any exotic flowers and plants. Thinking of this, Jiang Shun quickly walked to the path, as Hunter said, the path was bumpy, and sometimes there were weeds and vines blocking the way, so Jiang Shun could only use a knife and axe to clear the way. Because Jiang Shun was wearing short sleeves, he was accidentally stabbed by the branches and leaves of the vines, and blood seeped out. Jiang Shun had to wipe his clothes and move on.

When they reached the top of the mountain, there was a cliff by the side of the road, and below the cliff was a cliff of ten thousand feet. Jiang Shun looked up at the cliff from a distance, because the old Taoist said that fairy grass usually grows on the cliff. Jiang Shun vaguely saw something growing on the cliff, but he couldn't really see it, so he thought of climbing up and taking a look. Because of the goal, his sore body instantly gained strength. It didn't take long to come to the back of the cliff, and he saw a pine tree standing in the wind on the top of the cliff. The pine tree was more than two feet away from the ground. Jiang Shun dropped the rope on the stone and threw it at the pine tree, and the stone fell with the rope. Jiang Shun tied the rope around his waist and pedaled the gap of the stone to climb to the top of the cliff with difficulty.

Jiang Shun tied a rope around his waist and looked at the front of the cliff, and was so frightened that he almost fell down. Looking down from the cliff, it was as if he were in the sky. The houses below were the size of fingernails, and the winding mountain road looked like a line drawn on it. Jiang Shun's legs trembled with fright, so he simply lay on the ground and looked down. Sure enough, he saw something he couldn't see clearly on the mountain road just now, and there was a Ganoderma lucidum growing in the crevice of the cliff. Jiang Shun had often seen Ganoderma lucidum in the medicine shop, but this was the first time he had seen such a big Ganoderma lucidum. Jiang Shun was thinking of finding fairy grass to save his father, but he forgot his fear and fell to Ganoderma lucidum with a knife in one hand along the rope. Jiang Shun could smell the strange fragrance of Ganoderma lucidum. Jiang Shun held the Ganoderma lucidum with one hand and raised a knife with the other to cut. Jiang Shun accidentally scratched his hand with a stone, and the blood just splashed on Ganoderma lucidum.

Jiang Shun held the hand of Ganoderma lucidum and felt that the Ganoderma lucidum was shaking, as if Jiang Shun was not grabbing Ganoderma lucidum, but a rabbit or something alive. Jiang Shun was startled and was about to raise his knife and chop it. Suddenly he heard a voice like a child: "Help, don't kill me." Jiang Shun was so frightened that he almost fell off the cliff. Jiang Shun shouted in horror, "Who are you and where are you?" The voice came from right in front of Jiang Shun: "I am right in front of you, I am Ganoderma lucidum who has practiced for thousands of years, please don't kill me and dig my roots, otherwise my thousand-year practice will be invalid. If you want to heal and save people, I am willing to give my arm as a reward, enough to bring him back to life, but I hope you can keep it a secret for me and never bother me again." Jiang Shun's eyes widened. He really couldn't believe that the voice was actually made by Ganoderma lucidum. Sure enough, Jiang Shun looked at the Ganoderma lucidum with five fan leaves, just like a human.

Jiang Shun chopped off a leaf with a knife, and saw red liquid flowing from the branches of Ganoderma lucidum. Jiang Shun pulled the rope and climbed to the top of the cliff. Jiang Shun didn't know how he got home, so his head was completely blank, and he fell all the way. After seeing his family, Jiang Shun came back to his senses and said that he had retrieved immortal grass. The family hurriedly invited Xiao Hua Tuo over again. When Xiao Hua Tuo saw the Ganoderma lucidum in Jiang Shun's hands, he said in surprise, "This time, the old man Jiang is saved. This is the best of Ganoderma lucidum. I have never seen such a bright red and translucent Ganoderma lucidum in my 60 years of medical practice. It is the best!" Xiao Hua Tuo roasted the Ganoderma lucidum dry according to the records in ancient books, ground it into powder, and then rinsed it with warm water for Jiang Ping to After about two hours, Jiang Ping coughed twice on the bed, and everyone gathered around. Jiang Ping said he felt much better.

Little Hua Tuo gave Jiang Ping a few more doses of conditioning medicine, and told Jiang Ping to take it on time, and he would recover in a few days. Before leaving, Little Hua Tuo called Jiang Shun aside and said, "I really admire you for finding such a good medicine. If you still have it, I would like to pay one hundred taels of silver to collect it. You can come to my house to find me at any time." After saying that, Little Hua Tuo said goodbye and left. At this time, Jiang Ping woke up and called Jiang Shun in the room. Jiang Shun came to Jiang Ping's bed, and Jiang Ping said, "I feel like a big dream." I had already gone to Yama to report, but I was pulled back. Your mother died young, and I brought you up by myself. You have also become famous, married, and had children. You do not seek great wealth, but seek no disease and no disaster.

Jiang Shun listened to his father's teachings with his hands down, saying yes, but he was thinking about Little Hua Tuo and Ganoderma lucidum. Jiang Shun worked in the yamen of Qingping Town, earning twenty taels of silver a month, and Ganoderma lucidum still had four leaves. One leaf, Xiao Hua Tuo gave me one hundred taels, so the four leaves were four hundred taels, which was equivalent to two years of salary. It was a windfall from heaven, and Jiang Shun got more excited the more he thought about it. But when he thought of Ganoderma lucidum telling him not to disturb him again, Jiang Shun thought again, he is a plant, what can he do to me? God has given me wealth, and I will not take it, wouldn't it be against God's will? Jiang Shun comforted himself. Jiang Shun asked his father to rest early, and he went back to the house and couldn't sleep. Thinking about the four hundred taels of silver, Jiang Shun wished he could go to the mountain to pick it up at night.

Finally, the rooster crowed at dawn, and Jiang Shun didn't sleep all night. Although his eyes were red, Jiang Shun was in high spirits. Because he had been here yesterday, Jiang Shun quickly came to the cliff, threw the rope up the cliff, and followed the rope to the place where the Ganoderma lucidum was yesterday. But as soon as he reached the place where the Ganoderma lucidum was hanging, Jiang Shun was dumbfounded, and the place where the Ganoderma lucidum was empty yesterday. Jiang Shun wanted to climb to the top of the cliff to see what happened, but when the rope broke, Jiang Shun fell to the cliff and died on the spot. It turned out that the rope Jiang Shun used to climb the mountain was just ordinary hemp rope. The rope was already badly worn yesterday, but when he came to climb the rock at dawn today, Jiang Shun only cared about picking the Ganoderma lucidum, but did not notice that the

Jiang Shun's family searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and finally the yamen treated it as missing and dead. I don't know where Ganoderma lucidum went, and I don't know what Jiang Shun was thinking at the moment he fell off the cliff.