Xuanxia

Chapter 596 It’s not that simple

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As soon as they walked out of the refugee camp, Liang Guangchang couldn't wait to pull Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu aside and lowered his voice: "Did you find anything?"

"Of course." Ning Wushu smiled slightly: "That nectar is not a so-called miracle at all, but a refined medicine... The incense burner in front of the Buddha statue is used to refine the medicine."

Fu Qingzhou also nodded: "Many of the magic tools displayed in the tent have been used to process medicinal materials."

Liang Guangchang's eyes lit up.

But soon, he regained his composure: "But there is no trace of drugs left in the tent..."

"Not surprising." Ning Wushu smiled, "It's just a few drops of nectar. If the dregs are buried in the soil or poured into the river, no one will know."

On this point, she and Fu Qingzhou thought exactly the same.

Liang Guangchang stroked his beard and nodded slightly, as if thinking about something.

"The important thing is where the next batch of herbs will come from." Fu Qingzhou said softly, "Did they bring enough herbs and hide them, or do they have new herbs delivered every day?"

"Just check and you'll know." Ning Wushu said with a smile, "Division of labor?"

“Division of labor.”

Fu Qingzhou responded, "Sister Wushu, you go check if they have any medicinal herbs hidden in secret, and I will observe who has contact with them and whether it is possible to secretly give them the herbs."

Seeing that they had divided the tasks in a few words, Liang Guangchang was unwilling to be left out, so he said softly, "I... also want to help."

Fu Qingzhou glanced at him, thought for a moment and said, "In that case, Doctor Liang, you should become the sticky candy that Fa Tuo can't get rid of."

Liang Guangchang perked up: "What do you mean?"

"Take your moral blackmail on him tonight."

Fu Qingzhou said with a wicked smile: "Follow him closely, whether he is preaching or healing people, you should follow him closely. Just say that you want to see how he heals people. It doesn't matter if you pretend to believe in the Buddha of Hundred Evils."

Liang Guangchang suddenly realized and clapped his hands: "I understand! With this old man sticking to him, it will be difficult for him to refine medicine. He will always have to find reasons and excuses, and it will be easier for him to reveal his flaws!"

"Exactly that."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Dr. Liang, we are relying on you."

They did what they said and once the plan was made, Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu immediately started moving.

Ning Wushu turned around and went into the refugee camp. After walking a few steps, her expression and movements changed completely. She turned into a female patient who was hunched over, coughing constantly, and had a pale face.

She staggered to the monks' tents, and under the gaze of some refugees around her, she put her hands together and bowed several times towards the tents, saying some words of blessing, and then sat down naturally next to the tents.

The surrounding refugees quickly looked away, and even the monks guarding outside the tent did not have any suspicions.

Obviously, Ning Wushu at the moment is a woman who is in awe of the Buddha of Hundred Evils, hopes to be closer to the monk, and prays for health and safety.

Fu Qingzhou also sneaked into the refugee camp, but he did not go to the monks' tent. Instead, he chose a location close to the main road.

Because...the first person he suspected was the convoy that delivered the porridge.

Not long after these monks arrived, the convoy came slowly and delivered a large amount of raw rice, and then slowly left.

Even if they were not part of the Evil Monk's group, they must be his close partners. It was very likely that the medicinal materials were hidden in the raw rice and sent together.

Therefore, he had to stay here and wait for the convoy... to arrive next time.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, the sound of chanting could be heard again in the refugee camp.

This time, Fatuo did not show up. It was another younger monk who led the refugees in chanting.

"Today, the refugees are in about the same condition as yesterday."

Fu Qingzhou squinted and observed.

He reached out and touched the dirty stones on his face. The area of ​​the dirty stones did not get bigger, but it did not get smaller either... He also drank that bowl of porridge last night, but so far, it seems to have no effect. The time was too short, and it was hard to say whether it had curbed the spread of the dirty stones.

Soon, under the guidance of the monk, the refugees began to recite the "One Hundred Disasters Sutra" aloud, and many monks started beating wooden fishes around them. For a moment, Fu Qingzhou actually had the illusion that he had returned to the Sanskrit Sutra.

"We need to solve this problem as soon as possible..."

Fu Qingzhou thought of the boat on the river yesterday, and the person standing at the stern who was highly suspected to be Li Qing, and his heart sank slightly. What was happening outside Tianshou Village was by no means an isolated case.

It is possible that the epidemic has already spread to other places in Chang'an Beach, or even outside Chang'an Beach, and Huijue, Li Qing and others are taking this opportunity to spread the belief in the Buddha of Hundred Evils.

If this continues...

Fu Qingzhou was thinking when his ears suddenly moved.

Amid the chanting, he caught the sound of carriage wheels approaching from afar.

"Come so early?"

His eyes lit up: "That's right, there are tens of thousands of refugees, and the raw rice we had yesterday may seem like a lot, but it's actually not enough to eat!"

The chanting continued, and the carriage team carrying raw rice in the distance was gradually approaching, attracting the attention of more and more refugees.

But having seen it once yesterday, they were already used to it today, and after a flash of joy in their eyes, they continued to chant the sutra more sincerely.

Only Fu Qingzhou moved forward quietly.

The convoy stopped outside the refugee camp. Several tall monks walked over quickly, chatted with the convoy leader for a few words, and then began to unload rice from the vehicles.

Fu Qingzhou concealed his aura, hid behind a tent, and stared at the bags of raw rice intently.

Several monks and the laborers in the caravan carried bags of raw rice to the refugee camp. Judging from the naked eye, one could not tell any difference between the bags of rice.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, bent down, picked up a small stone on the ground, and flicked his finger!
The stone moved silently and without any wind, but its speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish. In an instant, it passed through the bottom of a bag of raw rice and tore the bag apart.

For a moment, the raw rice spilled all over the ground amid the movers' low exclamations.

"It's all raw rice..."

Fu Qingzhou frowned, watching those people picking up the raw rice while cursing, and thought to himself: "Sampling survey is fine, but we can't check every bag. The risk is too great..."

He turned his gaze to the convoy of carriages again.

At this time, all the big bags of raw rice had been moved down. The team leader was leaning aside leisurely smoking his pipe. Only the tall monks and laborers were moving the rice.

During the whole process, their hands were very clean and they were just carrying bags of rice, without carrying anything else.

"Didn't it come with the rice?"

Fu Qingzhou's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

But if it wasn't delivered with the rice, what other way could it have been?

Just as he was thinking hard, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind.

He was startled and turned around, just in time to see the monk Fatuo walking towards him with a smile on his face.

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank slightly - what happened? How come he only noticed it when he was so close?

But he quickly calmed down, pretended to be panicked, clasped his hands together and bowed to Fado, calling him "Master".

"You are... the donor in the tent last night."

Fatuo smiled at him and said, "Why don't you go chant the sutras instead of coming here?"

"I'm...hungry." Fu Qingzhou forced a bitter smile: "I saw Mi Yun coming, I couldn't help but want to come and see him."

"rest assured."

Fatuo kept smiling: "As long as you drink the sweet rice porridge for two days, you will never be hungry again; after five days, you will be able to walk fast and be strong and healthy; after seven days, all the diseases in your body will be eliminated, and you will even be healthier and stronger than before..."

"As long as you sincerely believe in the Buddha of Hundred Evils, the Buddha will give you the best of everything."

His voice was very bewitching, gentle and magnetic. Different from Hua Wuying's spring-bronze-like warmth, Fatuo's tone was more like the ups and downs of Sanskrit chanting.

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou bowed to him again, said a few words of compliment, and then walked timidly back to the refugees.

Halfway through his walk, he turned around and saw Fatuo still standing there, looking at him from afar.

(End of this chapter)