Xuanxia

Chapter 595 Traces
This Fatuo's tent was a little messy.

Apart from the clean shrine enshrining the statue of the Buddha of One Hundred Evils, the surrounding wooden shelves were filled with various ritual objects and Buddhist scriptures, and the tent was filled with a strong smell of incense.

"Goodness is goodness."

As soon as he saw Liang Guangchang, Fatuo put his hands together and bowed: "Mr. Liang has a kind heart. I admire you."

Liang Guangchang also put his hands together and bowed in a fake manner: "How dare I, Master, you are the true divine monk who saves the world. Please give me some advice."

"I dare not teach you."

Fatuo smiled and said, "I...actually, I don't know much about medicine."

Liang Guangchang's eyes widened: "You don't understand medical principles? How is this possible?"

"Monks don't lie."

Fatuo said calmly: "I am indeed not familiar with medical knowledge. I can cure diseases and save lives only by relying on the grace bestowed by my Buddha during the Hundred Disasters."

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

Isn't this monk stupid?

If we really want to talk about medical knowledge, Liang Guangchang dares to call himself a miracle doctor in this area, so he must be well educated. If you try to talk about it without any ability, you will be exposed in no time.

But if you bring up things like "Buddha's grace" or "miracles", even if Liang Guangchang is the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha, he will not be able to talk to you about medical principles.

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

"of course not."

Fatuo said seriously, "Those are the tears of the Buddha of Hundred Evils... He shed tears of compassion out of pity for the suffering of the world, and his tears turned into dew, which quietly emerged in this pure bottle. Although not much, it is endless, and it is not a medicinal soup."

After that, he smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, Mr. Liang, you can take a look in my tent. There is not a single medicinal stone in this tent. How can I make medicine?"

Liang Guangchang was clearly a little confused.

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

He looked timid and nervous, and asked cautiously in a hoarse voice: "Master, can we help Doctor Liang?"

Fatuo looked over.

Fu Qingzhou became more nervous after being looked at by him. He shrank his neck and said with an apologetic smile: "Master, I don't mean anything else, it's just... it's just..."

He didn't say "that is" what it was, but he felt quite embarrassed as if he had said something wrong, and hid his head again.

However, it was his cowardly appearance 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 he wanted you to take a look. Do you... do you have anything here that can help us?"

After being interrupted by Fu Qingzhou, Liang Guangchang was no longer confused and reacted.

He pulled himself together and sighed, "Yes, Master - look at these people, most of them already have some illnesses. This guy had injured his bones before, and I didn't dare to use some medicines. In just one day, his illness has become much more serious..."

"And this woman, she is three months pregnant, and the fetus in her belly is also afraid of coldness or strong drugs..."

"besides……"

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

"Namo the Buddha of a Hundred Disasters."

Fatuo smiled and interrupted him, clasping his hands together and saying, "Don't say anything more, Mr. Liang. I really don't understand medicine. If you want to cure diseases and save lives, I have only one way. That is, you should sincerely worship me, the Buddha of Hundred Disasters, and then drink the nectar porridge for seven days, and then you will be cured."

"Of course, I understand your anxiety."

He whispered, "You can look at the things in the tent at will...but don't touch them easily. These are all magical tools and can only be controlled by people who practice cultivation. Be careful not to hurt you." This is what Fu Qingzhou wanted him to say.

He winked at Ning Wushu and immediately started moving.

They were not the only ones who started moving. Liang Guangchang also started to explore the tent with his two apprentices. They also began to "visit" the patients carefully.

Of course, they couldn't see any way.

To them, those instruments and scriptures on the shelves...are nothing at all.

Without talking about others, everyone looked at Liang Guangchang, who was staring at a prayer flag placed in the corner of the tent with his eyes wide open. It was unknown what he was studying or what he could come up with.

Of course, he was also very clear at this time that he could no longer do anything and had to rely on Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu.

Liang Guangchang quietly turned his head and looked over.

The two men separated and groped their way forward.

What Fu Qingzhou was staring at was a bronze bowl.

The reason why he noticed the bronze bowl was because he smelled medicine on it.

In theory, Buddhist copper bowls are usually percussion instruments used during rituals. Of course, if they are blessed with magic, they can also be a ritual instrument - but they should not have a medicinal smell.

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

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

Fu Qingzhou sniffed the scent and thought, "It's very faint, it's been processed very cleanly. If I didn't have the Seventh Realm, I probably wouldn't be able to smell it..."

He smiled slightly, without keeping his gaze there for too long, and continued to pretend to be confused and ponder the next magic weapon.

The smell of medicine in the copper bowl means at least one thing... that nectar is certainly not the tears of the damn Buddha of Hundred Evils.

These monks must have prepared medicine!

But there is only a little nectar, so the medicinal materials needed may not be too many, and the remaining medicinal residue after refining it will not be difficult to clean up.

To put it bluntly, Chang'an Beach is so big that if the drug residues are just buried in a hole or quietly dumped into the Hongjiang River, no one will be able to find them.

"The only way is to find the herbs before they make the medicine, or... find the prescription."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes flickered slightly.

He continued to observe the shelves and found some traces as expected.

Some ritual instruments, such as prayer wheels, vajra axes, or lamps, have residual medicinal smell.

At this time, Liang Guangchang and his apprentice, as well as the other patients, found nothing and gave up their search in disappointment. Only Ning Wushu stopped in front of the Buddhist shrine, staring at the incense burner for a long time before walking away.

Fu Qingzhou smiled. He knew that Ning Wushu must have discovered something as well.

"Dear donors."

Fatuo smiled and asked, "Have you discovered anything?"

Fu Qingzhou shook his head helplessly: "No... really not... So this is really the grace of Buddha, a miracle."

Hearing what he said, Liang Guangchang understood and bowed to Fatuo: "Master, I apologize for disturbing you... But Master, if you have any medical knowledge to cure diseases, please remember to tell me!"

Fatuo smiled, clasped his hands together, and nodded: "Of course."

(End of this chapter)