Xuanxia

Chapter 611 Living Buddha
"You guys are back... huh?!"

Outside the refugee camp, Liang Guangchang, who had just woken up, stared at Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu who were walking towards him with wide eyes: "Have your visceral stone disease healed?!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Liang, we have done a lot of things while you were sleeping."

Liang Guangchang immediately understood and was overjoyed: "Great, great, great! Quick, quick, where is the prescription? How far have you guys progressed?"

"No rush, no rush."

Fu Qingzhou patted him on the shoulder: "We have to find Fatuo first."

The amount of the Cleansing Fu Decoction was too small. Even if all the medicinal materials in Anyue City were looted, it would be impossible to cure all the refugees in a short period of time. Perhaps mixing the medicinal soup into rice porridge to slowly treat the refugees would be the best way.

However, we cannot allow them to continue to be brainwashed by the “Buddha of a Hundred Disasters”.

After these few days, the refugees have come to believe the words of the monks. If the truth is revealed now, they may not believe it, let alone be willing to receive treatment.

After all, we are both drinking rice porridge, so why should your porridge be better? You said that it is a medicinal soup that can cure people, but how do we know that you didn't snatch the pure bottle from Master Fatuo?
But the time left for the refugees is running out. If they continue to act recklessly, more people will die.

The transition must be smooth... allowing them to continue drinking the rice porridge mixed with the bowel-cleansing soup while receiving Liang Guangchang's treatment, so as to ensure that as many people survive.

The three of them passed through the refugee camp and entered Fado's tent. As soon as they entered the tent, they saw Fado rushing over in surprise: "Master Fu! You are finally back! Oh, looking at you, have you recovered from your illness? Is the prescription I gave you okay?"

Ning Wushu: “…”

Liang Guangchang: “…”

Although they had heard Fu Qingzhou say that this monk was hypocritical, they still felt a little uncomfortable seeing Fatuo, who had been so "Buddha-like" before, being so fawning and ingratiating at this moment.

"You are quite honest."

Fu Qingzhou smiled wryly and said, "I've brought Dr. Liang with me too. Tell me, what do you think?"

"…The Buddha of Hundred Evils is a Buddha, and so are other Buddhas."

Fatuo smiled and said, "If you can find a more powerful Buddha, I will lead the monks to bow down to you, isn't that enough?"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened.

Don't say it, don't say it!
That's a damn good idea!

"Then what do you want to see Doctor Liang for?" he asked.

Fatuo smiled and said, "Isn't it obvious? If the new Buddha can treat people with the same effect as me, how can the new Buddha be so powerful?"

Liang Guangchang on the side laughed: "So that's how it is. You want me to make a better and higher quality medicine?"

Ning Wushu frowned and said, "But it's freezing cold today and time is running out. If we wait any longer, more people will die. Even Doctor Liang can't guarantee that he can make a better medicine in a very short time, right?"

"It's indeed impossible..." Liang Guangchang pulled his beard and started to think about it.

But Fatuo just scratched his bald head and said, "Why do you need to prepare new medicine? Just prepare more sleeping pills and give him a heavier dose to make sure he can't wake up during the whole process."

Ning Wushu and Liang Guangchang were both a little confused, but Fu Qingzhou slapped his forehead and understood.

"If a person faints, he can't show that he's in pain?"

He exclaimed, "It doesn't hurt, the medicine is just more effective!"

……

It's night in the refugee camp.

As the night deepened, many people had fallen asleep, leaving only a few refugees who were still silently chanting the Sutra of a Hundred Disasters and praying for blessings and peace.

Outside the camp, Liang Guangchang's disciples were still cooking medicine. The firewood was burning, and although the aroma of the medicine was different from usual, no one found it strange.

No one noticed that a person walked outside the camp at some point.

This person... looks like a monk, but also doesn't look like a monk.

He wore a tattered hat, a tattered fan, tattered shoes, and dirty patched clothes. He looked crazy. He walked towards me unsteadily, shaking a tattered palm-leaf fan in his left hand and holding a gourd in his right hand.

"Is it really possible?"

Outside the camp, Liang Guangchang watched his apprentice making medicine while looking at Fu Qingzhou who was walking towards him from afar: "He doesn't look like a great monk at all."

Ning Wushu, who was standing by, had a strange look on his face: "I don't know either. He said this was some kind of Jigong...but I've never heard of it either."

As she said that, she smiled and said, "Forget it, just believe him."

Fu Qingzhou's appearance at this time is naturally the Living Buddha Jigong that everyone knew in his previous life.

He took great pains and glued on a lot of beards and fake moles to dress himself up like this. As for the temperament of his performance, he tried to replicate Teacher You Benchang as closely as possible... His acting was not good enough and he couldn't bring out that flavor, but he could barely imitate 70% to 80%.

As they approached the refugee camp, Fu Qingzhou cleared his throat and began to sing: "My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my robes are torn~"

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, a fan breaks~"

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

He sang so loudly that he soon alarmed the people in the refugee camp.

Some refugees noticed him and gave him strange looks, but Fu Qingzhou seemed oblivious and continued walking towards the camp, fanning himself.

"No worries, no troubles, no sorrows, all the fickleness of the world is revealed~"

He continued singing, ignoring the looks of the people around him, and walked into the camp looking drunk.

This action naturally attracted the attention of some monks in the camp.

They looked at each other and realized something was wrong. Some turned to report to Fado, while others immediately approached and tried to stop him.

"Keep walking, keep having fun, wherever there's injustice, I'll be there...hiccup!"

Fu Qingzhou was singing when he suddenly burped.

At this time, the two strong and tall monks who came to stop him had arrived in front of him. They were frowning and preparing to ask questions, but unexpectedly, a puff of white smoke came out from his burp, and the white smoke enveloped the two monks, who staggered to the ground before they could say a word.

"The drug prepared by Doctor Liang is quite powerful." Fu Qingzhou laughed secretly in his heart.

He had the Qi Ran Jue on him, so he was not afraid of drugs at all, but these people might not be.

Seeing him knock two monks unconscious with a burp, the other monks around were suddenly shocked. The refugees who were still awake were also all surprised. Many people who were close to Fu Qingzhou stood up in astonishment.

"Oh, sorry, sorry..."

Fu Qingzhou smiled at the monk who fell to the ground: "It was careless, careless~"

After he performed a crooked Buddhist salute to the two monks, his eyes suddenly fell on a refugee patient nearby.

This patient can no longer stand up.

She was an old woman, who looked to be in her sixties or seventies. Her face and body were covered with dirty stones. She lay on the ground, breathing heavily, with a thick, tattered quilt covering her body. She did not sleep in a tent, but stayed by the campfire. Only the firelight could give her some warmth.

She had no one to take care of her and seemed to have no relatives or friends.

"Oh, you are very ill."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and walked towards the old woman.

The refugees around were a little surprised and subconsciously retreated to avoid it. Several monks not far away were a little nervous and did not dare to step forward.

After all, the action of knocking down two strong monks with a burp showed some of the style of a mysterious master. Without Fatuo's order, they dared not act rashly.

Fu Qingzhou came to the old woman. She stared at him with nervousness and fear in her eyes.

"…Every life is born, every life dies, do not dwell on life and death, do not think about reincarnation. In life and death, see that life and death are empty, in reincarnation, see that reincarnation is silent…"

Her voice was hoarse and she was muttering the Hundred Disasters Sutra, as if this could give her courage.

"The Hundred Evils Sutra? Is this the one you believe in?"

Fu Qingzhou grinned and said, "Don't panic, we can cure you as well."

After saying that, he waved the broken palm-leaf fan in his hand, and the fan brushed across the old woman's face, blowing out a puff of white smoke. The old woman's eyes rolled back and she fainted instantly.

Then, Fu Qingzhou pinched the old woman's mouth open, picked up the wine gourd, and dripped a few drops of crystal liquid into her mouth.

Amid the astonishment of the crowd, the old woman immediately frowned tightly, and then seemed to be experiencing something uncomfortable, moving her hands and feet restlessly... but of course, she did not wake up.

Then, the dirty stones on her face and body began to melt!
They melted into black water and evaporated in the wind. In the blink of an eye, the old woman and all the dirty stones disappeared!

“Hahahaha, alright, alright!”

Fu Qingzhou smiled happily, straightened his back and laughed out loud.

At this time, the eyes of the people around him had changed. They were no longer contemptuous or fearful, but full of awe!
"Namo the Buddha of a Hundred Disasters..."

At this moment, Fado's voice suddenly came from behind Fu Qingzhou.

He looked back.

Fatuo came over surrounded by a group of monks, with a calm and compassionate smile on his face. He put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Are you... the legendary Jidian Living Buddha?"

(End of this chapter)