The fish has taken the bait and the fisherman has to reel in the line.
Everyone rode on a fast horse and followed Nan Jiyun's footsteps.
It turned out that Nan and Lei were following the three Qingke League ‘righteous men’ all the way in the name of horse racing. Finally, they saw the three unpacking their bags and sneaking in through the side door of a drugstore called Youyuan.
This drugstore is not big, but there are many patients waiting for treatment in front of the door. After a little inquiry, I found out that this drugstore also occasionally does medical business. But the doctor Wan Langzhong is really strange, he doesn't
Like other doctors, he "sits" all day long, but travels around. When he returns home after enjoying himself, he puts two crude medical flags made of white curtains up in front of the shop to announce that Wanda Lang has returned from his medical trip.
It's strange that even though Wan Dalang is so "free and easy", once the medical flag is erected on the street, men, women and children from villages and counties near and far will always support each other and rush towards the "Youyuan Pharmacy". There is nothing you can do, who can tell Wan Dalang to be so "free and easy"?
The doctor has superb medical skills and is so good at rejuvenating people? These days, it is easy to kill a living person, but reviving a dead person is really a technical job. Ants are still alive, let alone humans. As the old saying goes, 'Medicine will not cure the disease, but the Buddha will have a destiny.
People.' But there is a glimmer of hope. Those people who are diagnosed with terminal illnesses will also go to Wanda Langzhong to try their luck to ensure that they are the "destined" person.
Li Kuo finally squeezed in front of the door. He looked up and saw that there was exactly a couplet written on the two curtains.
First couplet: "There are relatives everywhere in China, no matter where they were born or familiar."
Bottom link: "When the spring breeze comes, all the flowers are blooming, but you can smell the fragrance of rugosa and wood."
The content was easy to understand and quite humorous. The young man looked back and nodded to everyone before taking two steps into the pharmacy.
The medicine shop is carefully arranged. Counting from the end of the west wall, there are three stalls for taking medicine, separated by pine boards. The aroma of medicine wafts out from them, making people feel refreshed. The two feet in front of the stalls
There are two bamboo poles standing upright, with a touch of red silk stretched between them. People taking medicine can only stand behind the red silk. It is clean and hygienic, and it will not be crowded. There are several rattan chairs near the door of the medicine shop.
, but few people sat down, and those who came to buy medicine were mostly servants from the neighboring gentry's houses. After grabbing the medicine, they hurried away, for fear of wasting any time and being scolded by the master's family.
In the middle of the drug store stands a screen lined with semi-old dark green floral coarse cloth. If you lean over slightly, you can see that a long queue has already formed on the other side of the screen. People are either frowning or looking forward to it.
They are all silently thinking that it is their turn to be the next one to see a doctor. The reason is very simple. There is an unwritten rule among Wanda doctors that they only see a hundred patients a day. There is a medicine boy on the side who records the number of patients. Once the number reaches the number, no matter you are
Regardless of whether the county magistrate is a homeless beggar or a homeless beggar, all the great doctors will walk away without breaking the rules.
Seeing that there were too many patients waiting for treatment, Li Kuo turned his mind to 'seeing a doctor' and walked lightly to the medicine stall on the left. Maybe he happened to meet Qiao'er, but there was nothing wrong with him at this time.
People take medicine.
Li Kuo didn't care about this, so he casually handed over a commonly used prescription for colds.
The clerk at the drug store quickly grabbed the medicine according to the prescription and shouted at the top of his voice: "One liang of Angelica dahurica, half a liang of raw licorice, three slices of ginger, three inches of green onion, one jujube, fifty pills." (Note
1) Okay, take it." After saying that, he handed the wrapped medicine stone to Li Kuo, took the money and left.
Seeing that there was nothing to find out, Li Kuo took the medicine bag and turned around to leave. As he walked to the door, he heard a warm and powerful voice on the right side of the screen: "You should only take this prescription if you are cold, but it is useless if you are cold. Little brother Her complexion is rosy and her voice is strong and strong. She doesn't seem to be suffering from wind-cold disease. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to take this prescription."
Li Kuo was startled and wondered, could this man be the legendary Wan Langzhong? He was surprised to hear my voice, but how could he see my face through the screen?
"If this little brother wants to cure his cold heart, I would like to make an exception." The clear voice sounded again, as smooth as jade.
It turns out that during this period of time, Wan Langzhong had already finished reading today's quota of 100 people. Everyone sighed and left. Although they were comforted by the medicine boy, Wan Langzhong would still be attending the clinic tomorrow. But what if he suddenly had a whim? , no matter where I go for a medical tour, no one can even cry.
Li Kuo wanted to find out what the doctor was really like, so why didn't he go? But the eyes of the patients who came back disappointed looked at Li Kuo with more charm. Either jealousy or envy. In short, this No matter how you look at the boy, he has two eyes and one mouth, so why did Wan Langzhong make an exception for him?
Being looked at by all the patients, the young man was a little frightened. With a little effort, the young man jumped up to Wan Langzhong in a few steps.
The medicine boy behind him stepped forward and lowered the curtain, bowing and standing beside Wan Langzhong.
This sight really shocked me. He was wearing a black turban with four corners that had turned white after washing, a patched gray coarse cloth coat, and a pair of faded Gebu cotton boots. No matter how he looked at it, Li Kuo couldn't put it down. The outfit in front of me is related to the word "miracle doctor". Although medical practitioners pay attention to hanging pots to help the world, but with the name of a miracle doctor, even if you don't make a lot of money every day, you can't even afford decent clothes. ?
Seemingly sensing the suspicion in Li Kuo's mind, the little medicine boy behind Wan Langzhong puffed up his chest and said loudly: "My husband is not like those quack doctors. He never charges for medical treatment. Of course he cannot wear gold." Wearing silver and wearing brocade clothes."
Seeing that there was no one outside the curtain, Wan Langzhong waved his hand and signaled the medicine boy to step back. To be honest, he was not very old, he was only about forty years old. It may be because he often went out for medical tours, so he got sunburned. With his wheat-yellow skin and shabby attire, one would first think that he was an old man with a couple of gray hairs on his temples.
"You must want to ask me why I broke the practice of practicing medicine for twenty years for you." Wan Langzhong looked at the young man in front of him with amusement, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I am a very casual person. But This is the only time in my life that I do things based on my feelings twice. You don’t have to explain to me that you are taking medicine on behalf of relatives and friends. I have heard this excuse no less than a hundred and eighty times. You don’t have to take medicine when you come to the pharmacy, and I make an exception and don’t need to see a doctor. Everything in life is subject to fate, wouldn’t it be tiring to live by the rules?”
Li Kuo was a little confused by what he said, but he calmed down a little and asked harmoniously: "In your opinion, sir, why do you want to come to the medicine store this time?"
However, Wan Langzhong did not seem to hear what Li Kuo said, and he fiddled with the jade ring on his left thumb casually. In the eyes of outsiders, perhaps it was the only thing that weighed money on this poor man's body.
"Buddha established eight divisions at the beginning. One day, two dragons, three yakshas, four gandharvas, five asuras, six garudas, seven kinnaras, and eight mahurakas. Together they are called the eight divisions of the heavenly dragons. Among them The Garuda tribe means 'golden-winged bird god' and feeds on dragons." After a pause, Wan Langzhong suddenly glanced at him and said coldly: "You must want to know why all the members of the Qingke League have tattoos on their backs. A green dragon, right?"
Li Kuo's heart sank. At first, he was still wondering why this man wanted to keep him. Now it seems that there must be a reason for everything. It is very likely that the traces of his group have been discovered, and he was the one who was baited and was still unaware.
The ignorant silly fish smiled bitterly to himself, and the young man nodded: "I would like to hear the details."
Nawanlangzhong sighed softly and said: "Buddhism was originally introduced in Tianzhu, and it has gone through several dynasties since it entered the Central Plains without declining. At the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was an act of massacre and extermination of Buddhas. In order to protect themselves, some Buddhist disciples traveled far
Escaped to Mobei. One of them integrated with the local shamanism and developed stronger. Because the tribes in Mobei are all political and religious, the Turkic Khan issued a secret order to form a tantric army, calling themselves the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons."
"And this Qing Ke Meng is one of the Eight Tribes of Tianlong in Tantric Buddhism?"
"I like to talk to smart people." Wan Langzhong stared at Li Kuo closely, as if he wanted to get a glimpse of it. "This Jialuo Tower is the predecessor of the Qingke League. Before the Sui Dynasty war, the Tianlongbabu had entered
The Central Plains supported Wei King Li Mi. Unfortunately, this son was not an emperor's talent. Not only did he lose his life and let Li Tang take away the golden tripod, but also several of our elites were lost in the Central Plains. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the Turkic Khans have become worse with each generation.
The country has reached a state of destruction and clan destruction. In order to seek rejuvenation, people in the eight tribes have hidden their names, attached themselves to other tribes, or simply changed their surnames to Han surnames. Until today, they finally found an opportunity."
"You and a person with a deep background in the DPRK are linked to each other, so you have the Qingke League?"
"Yes, it is inconvenient to use the name of the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons when doing business in the Central Plains, so that noble man gave us this name. But he didn't know that Garuda feeds on dragons instead of honoring flying dragons." After finishing speaking,
, a strange smile appeared at the corner of Wan Langzhong's mouth, and his eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent.
"You beguiled the people of the Tang Dynasty to join the Qingke League in order to cannibalize and divide it from within the Tang Dynasty, and then released the Qing Prophecy poem to disturb the people's hearts?" The young man felt that his vest was soaked, but he still kept his calm in his words.
"You are wrong!" Wan Langzhong suddenly became stern: "How could the Buddha's prediction be wrong? We have waited for nearly a hundred years for this opportunity of great change and fission of mountains and rivers. Buddha had already predicted the sudden change in a hundred years, so he left
I wrote this prophecy poem. All of this is calamity, all of this is fate!"
"No, no, there are no strange powers and chaos in this world, no!" The young man couldn't believe his ears. Everything that happened today was like a dream, but was it really a dream?
"Would I bother to joke with a dead man?" Wan Langzhong's eyes turned cold, and with a slight turn of his left wrist, a piece of silver needle was thrown towards Li Kuo!
The young man was so stunned that he was unable to react at all.
"Get out of the way!" Nan Jiyun jumped into the compartment and knocked Li Kuo to one side.
Nan Jiyun drew his sword, and this sword actually advanced instead of retreating!
The green front is like a full moon, and the sword energy is like a shooting star.
Wherever the blade of the blade reached, silver needles scattered all over the ground. Nan Jiyun stood up lightly holding the blade, just like Kasyapa holding a flower.
Note 1: This recipe was found online, so do not take it seriously.
Note 2: What is the relationship between Qing Chu, Qing Ke Meng, Esoteric Buddhism, and the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons? The first ** has come, let’s explore together with Li Xiaoqi!
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