Chapter 595 Traces


Chapter 595 Traces

This Dharma Tuo’s tent is a little messy.

In addition to the Buddhist niche enshrining the Buddha statue of Bai Enan, which is still clean, several wooden shelves around it are filled with various ritual objects and Buddhist scriptures, and the tent is filled with a strong smell of incense.

“It’s good, it’s good.”

As soon as he saw Liang Guangchang, Fa Tuo clasped his hands together and saluted: “Donor Liang has great kindness in his heart, and the young monk admires him.”

Liang Guangchang also pretended to clasp his hands and salute: "How dare you? Master is the real divine monk who saves people in the world. Please give me advice without hesitation."

"Don't you dare give me advice."

Fatuo smiled and said: "The poor monk...actually has no knowledge of medical science."

Liang Guangchang's eyes widened: "No knowledge of medical science? How is this possible?"

"Monks do not lie. ”

Fa Tuo said calmly: "It is true that this poor monk has no medical knowledge. He relies on the grace of my Buddha to cure diseases and save people."

Fu Qingzhou, who was listening silently on the side, sneered.

Isn’t this monk stupid?

If you really want to talk about medical theory, if Liang Guangchang dares to call himself a miracle doctor in this area, he must have enough ink. If you just talk without any ability, your cowardice will show up in the blink of an eye.

But if you bring up any "favors" or "miracles", even if Liang Guangchang is the reincarnation of the Medicine Buddha, he will not be able to talk to you about medical science.

As expected, Liang Guangchang's rhythm was disrupted, and he asked in a solemn voice: "Buddha, Buddha's grace? How can this Buddha's grace cure diseases and save people? Master, isn't the nectar in your purified bottle a panacea?"

"Of course not. "

Fatuo said seriously: "Those are the tears of Bai'annan Buddha... He shed tears of compassion because of his compassion for the suffering of the world. His tears turned into dew and quietly emerged in this pure vase. Not much, but a steady stream, not a medicinal soup."

After that, he smiled and said: "If Donor Liang doesn't believe it, just take a look in the poor monk's tent - there is no medicine in it. How should a poor monk make medicine?"

Liang Guangchang was obviously confused.

But just when he was at a loss, Fu Qingzhou quietly poked his head out from behind.

Looking timid and nervous, he asked cautiously and hoarsely: "Master, can I, can we help Divine Doctor Liang take a look at it?"

Fa Tuo's eyes were cast. come over.

Fu Qingzhou was obviously "more nervous" when he saw him. He shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Master, I don't mean anything else, just...just..."

He didn't say "just", but he felt quite embarrassed after saying the wrong thing, and hid his head again.

However, it was his cowardly look that resonated with the other patients around him.

A female patient also bit her lip and whispered: "Yes, Master, Dr. Liang said that our symptoms are typical, and I want you to see if... you, is there anyone who can help us? Something?"

Liang Guangchang was interrupted by Fu Qingzhou and was stunned and reacted.

He cheered up and sighed: "Yes, Master - look at these people, most of them already have some diseases. This little brother injured his bones before. I don't know how many medicines I can take." Dare to use it. In just one day, his illness has become much worse..."

"There is also this woman, she is three months pregnant, and the fetus in her belly is also afraid of cold or more powerful drugs... …”

"And..."

After Liang Guangchang counted the symptoms of several special patients, he said helplessly: "I have no choice, they also want to..."

"There is no disaster in the world. "Buddha."

Fatuo interrupted him with a smile, clasped his hands and said, "Donor Liang, there is no need to say any more, the poor monk really doesn't understand medicine. If he wants to cure diseases and save people, the only way for the poor monk is to let you." Only by sincerely worshiping the Buddha Bai E and drinking nectar water porridge for seven days will you be cured."

"Of course, the poor monk also understands your anxiety."

He said softly: "You can look at the things in the tent at will... but don't touch them easily. These are all magic weapons. People who are not cultivators cannot use them. Be careful of hurting you." What Fu Qingzhou wants is this. sentence.

He winked at Ning Wushu and immediately started to move.

They were not the only ones who started to move. Liang Guangchang also took his two apprentices to explore the tent, and together with the patients, they also began to "visit" everywhere carefully.

Of course, they can’t see any clue.

To them, the magical instruments and scriptures placed on the shelves... can't be seen at all.

Ignoring anyone else, I looked at Liang Guangchang, facing the prayer flags placed in the corner of the tent, staring with big eyes, not knowing what he was studying or what he could study.

Of course, he knew very well at this time that he could no longer exert his strength and had to turn to Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu.

Liang Guangchang quietly turned his face and looked over.

The two men separated and groped each other.

What Fu Qingzhou was eyeing was a copper bowl.

The reason why he noticed this copper bowl was because he smelled the smell of medicine on it.

Logically speaking, the Buddhist bronze bowl is usually a percussion instrument used in rituals. Of course, if it is blessed with magic, it can also be a ritual instrument - but it should not have a medicinal smell.

Unless someone takes this copper bowl and the wooden stick placed in the bowl... to pound the medicine.

“Ordinary people should not be able to smell the smell of this medicine.”

Fu Qingzhou sniffed slightly with the tip of his nose and thought: "It's very light, very light. It's been processed very cleanly. If I hadn't been in the Seventh Realm, I probably wouldn't be able to smell it..."

He smiled slightly and did not stop here. For too long, I continued to pretend to be ignorant while thinking about the next magical weapon.

The smell of medicine in the copper bowl means at least one thing...that nectar is certainly not some bullshit tears.

These monks must have prepared the medicine!

It’s just that little nectar, so the medicinal materials needed may not be too many, and the remaining medicinal residue after refining is not difficult to clean up.

To put it bluntly, this long beach is so big that no one can find the medicinal residues, just dig a hole somewhere and bury them, or quietly pour them into the Hongjiang River.

"The only way is to find the medicinal materials before they refine the medicine, or... find the prescription."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes flashed slightly.

He continued to observe on those shelves, and sure enough, he found some more traces.

Some magical instruments, such as prayer wheels, vajra knives, or lamps, have residual medicinal smells.

At this time, Liang Guangchang, his disciples, and the other patients had nothing to gain, and gave up the search angrily. Only Ning Wushu stopped in front of the Buddhist niche, stared at the incense burner for a long time, and then Go away.

Fu Qingzhou smiled, he knew that Ning Wushu must have discovered something.

“Dear donors.”

Fatuo smiled and asked, “Have you discovered anything?”

Fu Qingzhou shook his head helplessly: “No... really No...it turns out this is truly a blessing and a miracle.”

Hearing what he said, Liang Guangchang understood and had to salute Fa Tuo: "Master, please forgive me for disturbing you... But master, if you have any medical theory for healing, please remember to tell me! "

Fatuo smiled and nodded: "Of course."

(End of this chapter)

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