Gu Zhirong quickly opened the "Medical Words" from beginning to end, the more he looked behind, the wider his eyes opened, and the shock in his heart was incomparable.

Qingwan said: "This book originated from the previous dynasty, it was left by a deceased old doctor, I heard that he left this book in the library before his death, saying that it was left for the use of the imperial medicine hall." It's just that fifty or sixty years have passed, and everyone who knows about this is almost dead, and I still heard from my aunt who was in charge of the library last time. As for this book, even fewer people know about it......"

Who the hell was that old lady doctor, and how could he leave such a book?

Gu Zhirong stood up, unable to hold back the huge uneasiness that gradually rose in her heart, and she walked back and forth in the room.

For things that ancient people couldn't understand, they would say that they were fantastic and magical, and they were gilded with a layer of mystery out of thin air. And for her, a once modern person, it was nothing at all. In other words, there are so many things in this book that are all modern medical terms: antibiotics, needles, surgery...... Even antibiotics such as penicillin are well documented. The most shocking thing is that there are hundreds of miracle recipes for how to cure people who are paralyzed. Presumably, the old lady devoted her whole life to the integration of ancient and modern medical culture, and connected them to achieve this medical wonder book.

How did the old monk Mingkong know about such a strange book? Moreover, he tried all kinds of ways to get this book, what was the purpose of it?

If it's for personal fame and fortune. Today's Mingkong is a generation of great doctors, and everyone looks at it and pays attention. Fame is in the sky, and there is no rival at home. With such a great reputation, there is no need to add to it, right?

If it's for curiosity, it doesn't make sense. With his fame, even if he meets the emperor in person, he clarifies his curiosity. It is also reasonable to want to borrow a strange book to take a look. Even if it is the emperor, he will gladly lend him this book to read. Why should he send himself to the library to borrow it, and he would not show himself?

Could it be that he was afraid that he would come forward to borrow the book, which would arouse suspicion?

So why should he be afraid of suspicion?

Why, exactly?

Gu Zhirong carefully recalled the life account about Mingkong that he had explored before: he fell into the empty door since he was a child and had a relationship with the Buddha. Understand medical science. Extremely high in understanding, is the designated successor of the mantle of the Hanging Ji Temple, traveled the world decades ago, and was in an accident in Yuedi, almost killed. After the injury was healed, he turned back to the Hanging Temple and took over the position of host...

She vaguely felt that something was wrong: she had ...... in Yuedi

The more you do!

The electric stone fire flashed in her mind, and the fragmentary memory about Yue Di was clearly replayed: the king of Yue was brave and good at fighting, and he once followed the first emperor to fight in the south and the north. His prestige is extremely high, and he is the best candidate to inherit the throne. I never thought that the first emperor would die suddenly. Then the king of Yue fell into the trap of the enemy in a battle, and was seriously burned to the point of serious injury, his face was completely destroyed, and his limbs were completely ruined......

"Smack!" The "Medical Words" in Gu Zhirong's hand fell to the ground instantly, and she took a few steps back and sat down on the chair in a daze.

There are hundreds of strange ways to cure people who are paralyzed in the "Medical Dictionaries", and King Yue's limbs are completely wasted, which is no less than paralysis of the whole body, is it just a coincidence between the two? !

For a moment, Gu Zhirong's heart was surging, and his hands tightly grasped the two corners of the desk, only to feel that his heart was beating extremely strongly, and his tight knuckles were already white.

Mingkong, that old monk, what is he going to do?

In the past dynasties, the most hated is the rebel, once discovered, the whole door is beheaded, the nine clans, the crime is serious, Ling Chi, the car is cracked, etc., anyway, there are multiple punishments. It has always been that the people have not dared to speak of rebellion, and they are afraid of these capital punishments.

At this time, Mingkong made Gu Zhirong feel that he was asking for his own death.

"Mu Jin!" Gu Zhirong shouted.

Mu Jin entered in response, and saw that his young lady's face was pale, but her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly rushed over and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. Gu Zhirong said quickly, "You go to prepare the car, just say that I suddenly had a nightmare yesterday, and I was uneasy, and now I want to go out of the house and go to Xuanji Temple to burn a few pillars of incense and calm my nerves." ”

Mu Jin looked at her own young lady a little blankly, she was accustomed to her own young lady's frequent "whims", no need to guess that there must be 100,000 urgent things, otherwise, her own young lady would not be so anxious to rush to Xuanji Temple.

Fortunately, since the Heroes Meeting, her own young lady has the privilege of entering and leaving the house freely, just like the second lady. Moreover, because of Cai Qing's death, the old lady, out of pity, has issued an order that the people in the house should not embarrass her own young lady, so that her own young lady can travel much more conveniently.

Mu Jin answered, and immediately turned around and went down to find the carriage. After a while, she came in again and told Gu Zhirong that the car was ready, just outside the house, and she could leave immediately.

Gu Zhirong took the strange book, put it in his arms, turned around and was about to step out of the courtyard, Mu Jin followed, and suddenly remembered something: "Miss, you forgot, the lady of the Xu family is going to come over to tailor the young lady, you are leaving now, what do you say about the bright moon and green water?"

Gu Zhirong thought about it for a while, wrote a note, nothing more than saying that he was in a hurry to go out because of something, and asked Mingyue and Lushui to sit with the Xu family lady for a while, and she would be back soon.

The lady who drove the car was a neat one, and soon sent the two of them to the Hanging Ji Temple according to the instructions of taking care of Zhirong. Looking at the vigorous green pine at the door, Gu Zhirong took a deep breath and stepped into the temple.

Gu Zhirong is too familiar with this area, after all, she has been here for her mother's filial piety for three years, the pattern of the temple, every place in the temple, she will not go the wrong way even if she is blindfolded. After turning around like this, he soon arrived outside Master Mingkong's meditation room.

Gu Zhirong is well versed in his master's habits, and since Mingkong is the abbot of the temple, after doing a morning class in the morning, he no longer recites sutras in the afternoon, but receives some prominent figures who come and go. At this time, the time to receive foreign guests has not yet arrived, and the bright sky of this time period should rest in his own Zen room.

If it was in the past, Gu Zhirong would definitely wait for the old monk to wake up, and then go into the meditation room to ask the old monk for advice. But today, she felt she couldn't wait.

Stretching out his hand and flexing his fingers, Gu Zhirong didn't need to trouble others, and directly knocked on the door of the meditation room.

The novice hurriedly rushed over to stop: "Donor, at this time, the abbot of this temple is resting and does not accept outsiders, so you should go to the main hall and wait for a while." ”

Gu Zhirong didn't want to wait for a moment, she said directly: "Master, I'll send you a book." If you don't open the door again, I'll throw this book away!"

After a while, there was no movement, Gu Zhirong said hatefully: "Old monk, if you don't want this book, I'll throw it down directly from the back mountain and see how you pick it up!"

At this moment, the door of the meditation room suddenly opened, and the old monk who was over seventy years old stood at the door, looking at her with a smile, and said dotingly: "How old is it, can you vomit for a book?" (To be continued......)