Wang Dashi said at this time: "In the palm of the hand condensed into a dark purple blood spot, this is a sign of death, if it is good to live in the body, it will not be formed in the body for no reason, presumably the blood in the body is contaminated with poison, the dark purple blood spot must be the blood coagulation ......"

Daifuku stood up abruptly and said, "Hey, it's really hard! When I said that, I remembered the roasted pig blood I once ate, and the pig blood, ah, it was delicious......

Feng Yousheng was a little impatient when he heard this, and said: "Hey, fucking hippie, I said Dafu right, you really don't know how high the sky is, how thick the ground is, this serious thing, why do you always have something to do with eating? If you don't mention eating, drinking, and Lazar at any time, you won't live?"

Daifuku was impatient and said: "Hehe, people spend most of their lives eating, drinking, pulling, sprinkling, and sleeping. Don't say it, Mr. Wind Wandering Monk, who doesn't run around to eat, drink, and sleep, if you have a kind, then you don't eat, drink, or sleep!"

Feng Yousheng snorted and replied: "What you wanted to say just now, is that eating eight pots and eight bowls of pig blood, when you eat that pig blood, the dripping juice can support two dogs—— okay, okay, we are all talking about serious things, don't boo here, it's not appropriate to talk about eating here!"

Dafu glanced at the wind wandering monk to the right and said, "Who said that the two dogs were killed, and the dripping juice fell off the bottom of the two jars—— we didn't talk nonsense." What I just wanted to say is that when the pig is killed, the blood that flows out is put in a basin, as long as a little salt is put in the pig's blood, it becomes thick and coagulated, and after heating, it becomes a pig blood clot, which has something to do with the blood spots coagulated in the palms of the Nanyang family!"

Wang Dashi felt that what Dafu said made sense, and he was stunned when he heard it, thinking that the dotted blood spots on Mr. Nanyang's palms must be changes in the blood in his body.

At this time, Ouyang Langzhong took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened the cloth bag and took out a silver needle, and after teasing it with fire, it was pierced on Mr. Nanyang's middle finger.

Mr. Nanyang felt a sharp pain in his finger, and then, blood came out of his middle finger. Ouyang Langzhong dripped blood into a bottle, carefully identified it, and still didn't notice anything abnormal.

Wang Dashi was once again shocked by this superb skill when he saw that Ouyang Langzhong could actually distinguish blood with his eyes, but he had doubts about whether he could distinguish it accurately.

Ouyang Langzhong shook his head and said: "Among the medical classics, the art of distinguishing blood is the most complex and profound, and there are very few people who can distinguish blood and know diseases. Just now, I dare to try, but I can only distinguish it superficially by observing the color of the blood and smelling its sexual smell, and a more detailed method of identification, forgive my generation for being incompetent!"

The art of distinguishing blood and knowing diseases is widely spread among the people, because this technique is esoteric and difficult to learn, and it is only a family tradition, so there are very few people who are proficient in the art of distinguishing blood. Ouyang Langzhong has learned the epidermis with his own groping, and as for the deeper and subtle method of discrimination, I am afraid that there is no successor between heaven and earth.

Ouyang Langzhong's superficial learning is actually unable to discern the disaster of Mr. Nanyang. At that moment, he prescribed a recipe "Five Cleansing Powder", using five rare herbs in the world to clear heat, dispel poison and cure poison in order to try.

After prescribing the medicine, Mr. Nanyang sent someone to the pharmacy to grab the medicine, and when he came back, Ouyang Langzhong personally tasted the medicinal properties, and Mrs. Ouyang personally decocted the medicine.

Since the prescription was given, everyone's hanging hearts have been relaxed. Because Ouyang Langzhong is the world's miracle doctor and the leader of the medicine industry, the prescription he prescribes, as long as he takes the medicine on time according to his instructions, there is no disease that cannot be cured.

The prescription prescribed by Ouyang Langzhong was just an attempt, and it was not certain that it could cure the blood spots on the palms of Mr. Nanyang and Nanyang Xiaolian. In addition, if Mr. Nanyang was poisoned by snakes, Ouyang Langzhong did not distinguish what this poison was and what kind of treatment was needed.

Wang Dashi felt that the disaster of the Nanyang family was not so simple and would be eliminated.

After prescribing the medicine, the group dispersed and each found a place to rest. Wang Dashi helped the old man Muqiu into a room, and after simply cleaning up the soft and bedding, he also fell asleep.

In the past year, Wang Dashi has practiced basic skills every day, he hasn't fallen asleep early for a long time, and he can rest all night tonight, but he still hasn't gone to bed early, he is thinking about the poison in the Nanyang family, he is thinking about whether his inference is correct, and he is thinking about how to relieve the poison on Mr. Nanyang.

It was already deep in the night, and the old man did not sleep, but sat on the bed, and kept flipping through the books he had recorded, until the oil lamp ran out, and the two of them closed their eyes and slept.

After a while, it was getting dark. When Wang Dashi opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the house had already shone in from the front door, it must have been noon, and on the bed beside him, the old man Mu Qiu was still half-lying, carefully looking at the recorded book, as if looking for something.

Regarding the story of the dry monk, Wang Dashi has many questions. In the story of the dry monk, a senior monk, in order to dissolve the curse, persuaded all the people who were cursed to believe in the Buddha, shad into a monk, and then took away the body of the monk, and if the monk took away the monk, he must also be cursed. What Wang Dashi questioned was, why did this eminent monk persuade those who had been cursed to become monks? According to the previous inference, as long as these cursed people did not reproduce, this curse would not be a big obstacle to him. The high monk advised these people to shave their ordination to avoid calamity, which means that the eminent monk knows the mantra of these people, and that the high monk can resolve this calamity, and knows that the direct way to resolve this calamity is to believe in Buddhism. It's just that this method is confined to those who have been cursed, so what is the way if they are suffering from calamity?

According to the inference, Nanyang Guigong is a cursed person, or rather, poisoned, and there is no obstacle to him, but he has given birth to five children, and these children are suffering from disasters, so does this monk have a solution? Who is this monk?

As Ouyang Langzhong said, all things are born, one thing is supplemented by one thing, and one thing descends to one thing. It is believed that all diseases can be cured, but people have not found any medicine or method to cure them for the time being, and there must be a substance between heaven and earth that can subdue the poisonous calamity of Mr. Nanyang.

Ouyang Langzhong could not determine his condition, and he could not say whether what Mr. Nanyang was in was considered poisonous, but another substance that was either more poisonous than poison or less poisonous than poison. Comparatively speaking, there are relatively few people who have been poisoned, and there is a lack of records and cases in medical texts, so people often talk about ghosts and curses.

"Hey, if you find something falling between the long world and the world, it is really a needle in the bottom of the sea. It is difficult to find things, and the disaster in Mr. Nanyang must not be something that ordinary people can remove!"

Wang Dashi was full of confidence in relieving Mr. Nanyang's disaster, but time flew by, and seeing that Mr. Nanyang's birthday was approaching, at this time, he was a little disappointed, a little sad, and his confidence was unconsciously a little lost.

Wang Dashi thought, and at this time turned around and looked at the old man Muqiu. The old man was still looking through the book, very seriously, and he had to read each page carefully for a moment to make sure that it was not what he was looking for, and then turn it over, open the second page and continue to read.

The light inside the room was dim and yellowish. Old man Muqiu is old. Most of these records were written when he was young, when his eyesight was better, and his handwriting was smaller, but today, when he will be 100 years old, his eyes are not as good as before, and the book is already old, and when he opens it, his eyes are confused and he cannot see clearly.

Seeing that he had seen it so hard, Wang Dashi was reluctant to give up, and said: "Old man Muqiu, you are old, you should rest more! I didn't sleep much last night, but I got up early this morning, take care of yourself!"

The old man of Muqiu was looking at it intently, and was stunned by Wang Dashi's words, as if he suddenly realized that there was someone not far away. He sighed and said, "Hey, people are old, and their eyes are not good. From the ancient tomb, the old man kept opening the book, looking for any record of the monk who took the monk! Hey, turning over and over, two days have passed, and I still haven't found it, is there really no record of the monk? However, the old man seems to have a memory of him in his mind!" The old man Muqiu took a breath, "Why, it seems that I remembered it before, why, why, I want to find it out at this moment, why can't I find it? Could it be that it was accidentally torn up by the old man?"

As he spoke, he didn't look up at Wang Dashi, but turned another page to himself.

Hearing the old man Muqiu say that there seemed to be a record of the monk, Wang Dashi was very surprised, and hoped that the old man Muqiu could find it as soon as possible. He approached the Old Man and leaned over him.

The page that the old man Mu Qiu turned over just now was the last part of the record chapter, and the dark black ink only wrote more than ten words, and the rest was a piece of white paper, and when he turned it over, it was the content of the next chapter, but for these ten or so words, the old man Mu Qiu looked at the page for a long, long time.

Wang Dashi only sighed that the old man of Muqiu was old.

There is still a very thick pile of records that I haven't read, and at this rate, if you turn over the rest of the pages, you will have to wait at least half a month.

After reading for a long time, the old man Muqiu turned over the more than ten handwritings he had just recorded, and a new page was spread out between his hands, this page was full of records, densely packed, and there were four or five hundred handwritings. The old man of Muqiu frowned, lowered his head, and read them out silently one by one.

By the time Old Man Muqiu finished reading this page, the sunlight outside shone obliquely into the room, and it must have been afternoon.

Wang Dashi couldn't bear to look at the old man Muqiu any longer, and said: "Old man Muqiu, Wang Dashi is fortunate to have leisure today, so it is better for me to help you find the record of that high monk!"

The old man of Muqiu slowed down: "Hey, I've been reading it very hard, I really can't bear to call you, so I have to look through it bit by bit!

Since there is a record of a high monk, there must be two words "high monk" in the page, if you find these two handwritings, you will probably find it.

Wang Dashi didn't read it aloud, but simply turned over a few pages, and found these two handwritings, looked at them and looked at them, and read this chapter of the record out of his mouth for the old man Muqiu to listen to, but he didn't expect that the content recorded in this chapter was really a record of the monks, and it has always been a valuable record that Wang Dashi wanted to get.

In the underground palace of the ancient tomb, the Wind Wandering Monk and the Old Man Muqiu jointly told the legend of the dry monk. The dry monk is a strange monk, once turned into a fate when he was scolded by others pointing to his head, after that, the dry monk died because he did not eat and drink, after the dry monk died, he held a well in his arms, the water in the well was continuous, helping the people who were in deep drought at that time, but this dry monk was also a strange temper, that is, because once in the time of the fate, the woman pointed to his head and scolded, so he was particularly taboo about this, and after he died became a dry monk, people can not use their fingers to it, once they point at him, they will be under a spell, this spell is very magical, it is not harmful to me, but it will bring disaster to the children and grandchildren of the spell。 Fortunately, the people who performed the spell were juggling children, and the monks persuaded these juggling children to enter the monastery and become monks, so that these children would not reproduce, and the disaster would be resolved.

This story is said to have happened in the vicinity of the Tomb Mountain, but according to Wang Dashi's inference, the monk was bitten by a poisonous snake and died, because the snake was full of venom, so that the corpse did not decompose and became a dry corpse. And the dried corpses still contain snake venom. These snake venom is still attached to the body of the dry monk, because the dry monk has brought life-saving water to the local area, and the people nearby respect the dry monk and bow to worship, only the juggling and ignorant children feel the novelty and ghosts, and will point their fingers at the corpse of the dry monk, and the dry monk with his fingers will not be under a spell, but the children touch the corpse, and the snake venom of the corpse reaches the body through the skin of the child, forming dark purple dotted blood spots on the child's body. This blood-spotted dot is strange and becomes a scourge for future generations. At that time, a high monk came, and the high monk knew the way to relieve the disaster, and took these children who touched the dry corpse, and when they grew up, they shaved and believed in Buddhism to resolve the disaster.

The story is exactly similar to the changes in the corpses in the hanging coffins in the ancient cemetery and the disasters in the Nanyang Turtle Palace. In order not to decay, a special drug was smeared on top of the golden python and the corpse to keep the body intact, and the drug came into contact with the gas in the ancient tomb and changed rapidly, turning into a dry corpse.

Wang Dashi's sense of smell is amazing, when he opened the lid of the hanging coffin, the coffin emitted a strange smell, this smell is strong, and the smell of snake liquid is mixed in it, presumably the snake liquid smeared on the corpse and the golden scale python. It is undeniable that the snake liquid is highly poisonous, and it is the culprit that will cause harm to future generations, but it can preserve the corpse from decay. This poisonous substance is also contained in the body of the dry monk, because the place where the dry monk turned into a poisonous snake at that time was a place where poisonous snakes were common, the biggest cause of the death of the dry monk was bitten by a local poisonous snake and died of poisoning. Therefore, Wang Dashi deduced that the medicine smeared on the corpse in the hanging coffin was snake liquid. In folklore, there are also records of the preservation of corpses with snake liquid, lime, etc. Therefore, it is closest to characterize this poison as snake venom.

It can be inferred from this that the corpse and snake body in the hanging coffin of the ancient tomb were coated with snake liquid, and the dry monk was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and his body contained the poison of snake liquid. Whether it was Nanyang Guigong who opened the hanging coffin and touched the corpse when he took the night pearl, or the juggling child touched the corpse of the dry monk with his hand, he was poisoned. As for the dry monk holding the well in his arms, the well water will inevitably be stained with the corpse, presumably this poison is not soluble in water, and it is not sensitive when eaten into the body, but should react when it touches the skin.

Since the eminent monks can know and have a way to resolve it, there must be other ways to get rid of the poison of the snake fluid besides persuading them to become Buddha.

Wang Dashi thought to himself: "The clue to be traced at the moment must be the legendary monk." ”