Xuanxia

Chapter 609: Purifying Bowel Soup (Part )

At the beginning of the hour of guard, in Anyue city, at Santang Shoucai Village.

The winter sun sets early, and it is already dusk at the time of the guard. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, mixed with a few snowflakes. Old Wang is wrapped in thick winter clothes, and his big hat and coarse scarf cover his face. No one notices that the person waiting in the corner is the Old Wang from the charity cemetery.

Many people have passed away in Anyue City recently, so Shoucaizhuang's business is naturally good.

Old Wang sat quietly in the corner, watching the people from Shoucaizhuang busy with their business.

The sky grew darker, and finally, the last customer who came to buy wreaths and paper money left. The owner of Shoucaizhuang then turned his attention to Lao Wang.

"Hey, bro, what do you want to buy?" the boss asked leisurely.

"Three coffins, eight wreaths, ten stacks of paper money, and six paper figures - three pairs of boys and girls." Lao Wang's voice came out muffled from under the scarf.

When they saw the incision, the boss of Shoucaizhuang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No problem, brother, come with me to pick a coffin?"

"Walk."

Lao Wang stood up and responded briefly.

The two of them went into the backyard of the shop one after the other. The yard was filled with coffins of various sizes and materials. The owner of Shoucaizhuang closed the door and locked it neatly, then sighed, "Do we have to deliver medicine again?"

"I don't care."

Lao Wang responded in a muffled voice, took out a bag of medicinal materials from his arms and handed them over: "I am only responsible for delivering the medicine."

The shop owner shook his head, took the package of herbs, and walked to a coffin skillfully: "Come on, give me a hand."

Lao Wang stepped forward, and the two of them removed the heavy coffin lid together. Then the boss reached into the coffin and fiddled with it for a while, and soon he opened a small layer at the bottom of the coffin.

There were already two packages of medicinal materials placed in the interlayer.

The boss put Lao Wang's package of medicine in, and before he could close the lid, a voice suddenly rang out in the yard.

"Is this all the medicine?"

When the voice sounded, the boss was so surprised that he almost jumped up. He turned around suddenly and saw a young man with dirty stones on his face appearing next to Lao Wang.

Of course, this person is Fu Qingzhou.

On his way to Santang Shoucaizhuang, he passed by Anyue City Yamen...

He saw the yamen that had been surrounded by layers of siege, the guards rummaging through the drawers and cabinets in the yamen, and a group of people who were tied up.

I also saw Ning Wushu.

When Fu Qingzhou passed by, Ning Wushu was sitting leisurely outside the yamen gate, leaning against the stone lion, gnawing on a roll that he had gotten from somewhere.

Naturally, she also noticed Fu Qingzhou. When their eyes met, there was a smile in their eyes.

However, Fu Qingzhou did not communicate with her, nor did he need to.

She was busy dealing with matters in the government office, so she naturally didn't have time to keep an eye on Lao Wang, so she went on her own.

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows at the owner of Shoucaizhuang: "I'm asking you, is this all the medicine?"

The boss hasn't reacted yet and is a little dazed - his confusion mainly comes from Lao Wang's reaction.

Old Wang was very calm at this time, with his head down expressionlessly, as if he was not surprised at the appearance of the young man next to him.

"Who is this?"

The boss was a little undecided and asked tentatively, "One of our own?"

"Of course." Fu Qingzhou replied with a smile.

He was too lazy to perform, but since the other party thought he was in the same group, he simply climbed along the pole, and a shadow immediately covered his smile: "Didn't you hear the noise?"

As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed to the other side of the courtyard wall.

About two or three miles away, the noise from the government office could be heard faintly, not clearly, but one could still vaguely hear some people shouting and the sound of armor rubbing against each other. The owner of Shoucaizhuang was startled: "What?"

"The government office is surrounded."

Fu Qingzhou sneered, "Prefect Yang has been exposed."

"What?!" The owner of Shoucaizhuang was shocked.

But before he could ask anything or do anything, Fu Qingzhou smiled and waved his hands: "It's a small problem, a small problem, Master Yuanzhao can handle it - but now the refugee camp has also been targeted, and it is not convenient for Fatuo to make the medicine himself, so he asked me to come over and make the medicine first."

The owner of Shoucaizhuang looked at Lao Wang in surprise and doubt.

Old Wang pursed his lips and glanced at Fu Qingzhou: "I don't know much about these things either."

"It's okay if you don't know."

Fu Qingzhou said lazily, but he had already strode forward and took out the herbs from the coffin: "Stop talking nonsense, Fatuo has no medicine left, we must make some medicine quickly, as long as we can come up with more medicine to cure the plague, no one can do anything to us."

After that, he waved his hand and ordered, "Don't just stand there, can I use your kitchen? Also, do you have a casserole? Ceramic pots and jars are also fine, hurry up and get me a few."

If you carefully study his words, you will find that they are full of loopholes, but the owner of Shoucaizhuang is completely confused.

He went into the other rooms in the backyard in a daze and soon brought out a casserole.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou had spread all the packaged herbs on the ground and deftly picked out a few of them.

Old Wang, who was standing aside, was also a little confused at this time.

As he said earlier, he became a doctor through long-term illness, and he actually has a rough idea of ​​which medicines in the prescription are useful and which are not.

He saw it clearly, and what Fu Qingzhou picked out were clearly useful!

And seeing how Fu Qingzhou was carefully weighing the medicines, it seemed that he was also very clear about their dosage?

When did he know the prescription?

Of course Fu Qingzhou had memorized the prescription.

After the casserole was brought, he immediately started to decoct the medicine.

He had watched half of Fatuo's process of refining the medicine before, and now that he had the prescription, he already had an idea of ​​how to make the medicine.

Why do we need to make medicine now?
Of course, it was to confirm whether the prescription given by Fatuo was real.

"The fire can't be too big at this stage...After the medicinal soup turns golden yellow, add the following herbs..."

"When the medicinal soup turns yellow, start to boil it over high heat..."

As time passed, the changes in the medicine soup became exactly the same as described in the prescription, and Fu Qingzhou gradually felt relieved.

But until the last second of taking the medicine, he was not sure whether the prescription was real.

The owner of Shoucaizhuang stood aside, watching the medicinal soup gradually take shape, and the distrust and doubt on his face gradually disappeared.

Yes, apart from the real core figures among the monks of disaster, who else can master the prescription and refine the "nectar of disaster"?
Finally, as Fu Qingzhou crushed five Bodhi Heart Fruits snatched from Fatuo and dripped the fruit juice into the medicinal soup, the medicinal soup suddenly boiled wildly.

After boiling, only a thin layer of crystal soup and black medicinal residue remained in the casserole.

Fu Qingzhou smiled, took out some with a small spoon, blew it cool, and then poured it directly into his mouth.

When Fatuo used nectar to treat illnesses before, he also used his hand to shake the acupuncture points. According to him, that was actually secretly applying some anesthetics...

If you drink this bowel-cleansing soup directly, your body will experience tremendous pain. First, you should inject some anesthetic. First, the person will feel dizzy and be particularly obedient. Secondly, naturally, he will not feel particularly uncomfortable after taking the medicine.

However, Fu Qingzhou is not afraid of these and does not have the time to deal in anesthetics.

What he needed now was to confirm as quickly as possible whether the prescription was genuine and whether it could really cure lithiasis.

Just moments after taking the medicine, a piercing burning sensation rose from every inch of his flesh and blood!

(End of this chapter)