cool autumn

Huo Wendong fell asleep leaning against Zhou Ran's bed. When he opened his eyes, the bed was already empty, and even the quilt began to turn cold. There was not much warmth left, only the stars on the sheet were left Mottled bloodstains.

Brain tensed, Huo Wendong supported the bed with one hand, jumped up, and rushed to the door in two or three steps.

The old Chinese doctor was talking to the old monk, Zhou Huaning came with Yuan Dingbang's car in the middle of the night last night, and now he is listening attentively to the old monk talking about Zhou Ran's condition, nodding from time to time, silently remembering what he said in his heart .

Huo Wendong took a breath, calmed down a little, walked forward quickly, and asked, "Where is Ran Ran? Where did he go if he wasn't in the room?"

The old monk pointed to the east wing, where he usually studied medicine, then turned his back and continued to have a good chat with this big girl who can cook meals.

Regardless of Yuan Dingbang's suddenly weird eyes, he strode directly towards the East Wing.

The east wing room is the one with the widest area in the whole temple. The front of the door is full of all kinds of herbs. Although it is near the end of the year, some medicinal flowers are still in full bloom. Eye-catching, unassuming posture.

Pushing open the mahogany door in front of you, there is a dazzling array of medicinal materials inside, some of which have been sorted and put aside, and some that have not been picked out, piled up randomly in the corner, and the left wall is lined with nails. There is a bookshelf with wooden grids specially for storing books, and on the right is a well-distributed and orderly herbal medicine shelf, which collects all kinds of strange herbs with their own unique effects, and the innermost one is specially used to put his experimental products , there is also a small stone platform next to it, which is specially used for research on the toxicity of medicinal herbs. The equipment is very complete.

And Zhou Ranzheng was placed completely in a large wooden barrel full of concoction, and there was something under it, which seemed to be a novel thing that could keep the temperature in the barrel, the curling smoke, and the filling The smell of fresh herbs on the nose made Huo Wendong relax for a moment.

Because the blood on Zhou Ran's body had been bleeding before, and even when he was sleeping last night, the bloody clothes on his body hadn't been taken off yet, and the pieces of clothes left on the ground somehow made Huo Wendong feel a little nervous Feeling regretful, if they woke up earlier, they would not have had the chance to help Zhou Ran undress.

In fact, it was the possessive desire in his heart that caused the trouble. The blood stains on Zhou Ran's body were sticky for too long, and his clothes and skin were stuck together. On the one hand, they had to prevent Zhou Ran's blood vessels from bursting, and on the other hand, they had to be careful not to hurt the skin , so as not to make his condition worse, it took the four of them more than two hours to finish their work.

The temperature in the room kept rising, and even Huo Wendong, who was standing by and waiting, couldn't help sweating his back. The sweat glands on his body seemed to loosen all of a sudden, as if a gate had been opened to drain all the water in his body.

There was a knock on the door, and the old monk stood at the door with a smile on his face. It seemed kind of kind, but not so kind. "Mr. Huo, do you want to dehydrate yourself to death?" Forgot who pointed the way just now, and who didn't tell him these precautions.

Huo Wendong was also surprised. While wiping his sweat, he looked back at Zhou Ran who was soaked in the potion safely, got up and went out, and asked suspiciously: "Why is this room suddenly so hot?"

The old monk laughed and didn't answer, just waved him to go out first, and then walked into Zhou Ran with a small flower basket full of black petals, rolled up his wide long sleeves, leaned over and poured all the petals into the bathtub Looking at the petals undulating in the water, there seems to be something moving in it, suddenly gathering the petals together, or floating away.

The old monk quietly looked at the water surface of the tub for a long time, then stretched out his index finger and middle finger together to probe Zhou Ran's pulse gate, feeling the speed of his rapidly returning blood, and smiled with satisfaction. He smiled, then walked out slowly, and told Huo Wendong to stay outside the door and not to go in, so as not to inadvertently absorb the properties of the medicine and cause more trouble.

The old Chinese doctor was waiting outside the door, staring at his old friend who was slowly walking towards him with a frown, full of doubts in his heart, watching his leisurely pace, before he came close, he quickly stepped forward and pulled him Walking outside, the fast old monk shouted "Hey, hey..." from behind, and almost ran off the clogs on his feet.

The two stood by a herb garden full of blue flowers in front of the east wing and talked.

"I'm talking about old bald donkey, give me an accurate answer now, what are you thinking in your heart, aren't you hurting Zhou Ran by doing this? If this continues, he will explode the tube and die," the old Chinese doctor was furious. He pointed at the old monk and said that he had killed the young seedlings of the motherland.

The old monk touched his chin, bent down and caressed the little blue flower in front of him, and said with a smile: "The so-called, put it to death and then regenerate, sometimes hard suppression will only have the opposite effect, it is better to open the gate to release the flood, and the water will flow everywhere." The pulse is going."

The old Chinese doctor looked at the old monk hesitantly. He is a doctor himself. What the old monk said is naturally reasonable, but the way he did it is really bold. If he is not completely sure, he will never try it. " What if the pulse is exhausted?" He was still worried.

"You, you should worry about yourself. There are too many trivial things in your heart, and you have worked hard all your life. I told you to live here with me to study and study. Look, you are not a star behind me, haha..." The old monk compared The last piece of the little finger was dangling in front of the old Chinese doctor.

The old Chinese doctor glanced at his old friend with a gloomy expression, and looked a little depressed.

The old monk didn't care too much, so he simply pulled the old Chinese doctor to squat down to study the blue herb garden in front of him, twirled the petal in his hand with a smile and said, "Do you know what this flower is?" The petals of the Ran bath barrel are picked from this herb garden.

The old man sniffed the blue flower habitually, and asked strangely, "Is there anything special?" It looked no different from the small flowers and grasses on the roadside.

"Of course it's very special," the old monk smiled mysteriously.

The name of this flower is blue jacquard. He specially asked for flower seeds from the old patriarch of the Miao village more than ten years ago, and cultivated it himself. It is a unique sacred flower of the Miao people. The Miao people no longer hide the things that have been passed down for a long time. For some well-meaning doctors, they are willing to share some.

This flower is also called 'White Poppy'. It is pure white and flawless for eleven of the twelve months in a year. At that time, the blue jacquard has mild medicinal properties and can be made into various medicinal effects. Different medicinal powders have great curative effects on the healing of the human heart. They are priceless things in the market. God knows how difficult it is to cultivate this thing. The old monk has spent almost all his time and energy on it in the past few years.

And when this blue jacquard reaches No. 12 months, its color will gradually darken from white, from thick black to brilliant purple and then to dazzling blue. This is a process of its continuous accumulation of toxicity. During the production period, the body of the flower will generate a small white snake that concentrates on poisoning, absorbing and releasing toxins. It is about the thickness of a little finger and less than ten centimeters long.

This little white snake is naturally bred and cannot be raised artificially. It hatched in the stamens from the beginning of the growth of the blue jacquard, accumulated a year of toxicity, and after the accumulation of the poison sac, the blue jacquard absorbed and Release this toxicity, and when the blue jacquard reaches its peak and completely changes into blue, its original effect will mutate, turning into a highly poisonous flower, and the color of the little white snake will assimilate with it , turning into a dazzling azure blue.

Although it is not as fascinating and addictive as poppies, it also has the effect of making people unable to live and die. It can hide in the body for more than a month and slowly rot when you are not aware of it. Your internal organs, until the last moment, you will not feel it, and you will find that the inside of your body has rotted into a pool of blood long ago.

The toxin on Zhou Ran’s body has accumulated and precipitated for more than a month, and it has already hurt the root. If he wants to remove the toxin as soon as possible, he can only use a ruthless method. It should be Zhou Ran's luck to use blue jacquard to restrain it while circulating. If it is another month, the old monk may not be able to save him.

Accompanied by flowers and snakes, where there are blue jacquards, there are little white snakes. He usually absorbs toxins from other places to feed blue jacquards. He is born with the ability to absorb toxins. When picking blue jacquards, the old monk specially wrapped the little white snakes Among them, he was put into the bathtub together so that when Zhou Ran released the toxin, the little white snake could be absorbed and cleaned up in time.

The old Chinese doctor rubbed his chin, he probably understood the principle, but, "What if the toxicity of Lantiha is absorbed by Zhou Ran?"

The old monk still smiled mysteriously, and did not answer any more. Instead, he began to concentrate on taking care of the blue jacquard in front of him. He had a kind of medicinal powder specially given to him by the head of the Miao Village, which could prevent the little white snake from sneaking into him. It is also natural, casual and peaceful.

The old Chinese doctor also squatted down to look at the flowers. Seeing the blue petals and the straight stems, he smacked his lips in his heart. He really didn't see anything unusual about this thing. Speaking of this, he compared it to another thing. interested.

"Hey, do you understand the half of the book I gave you before? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before," the old Chinese doctor bumped his old friend's shoulder and asked enthusiastically.

The old monk was unprepared for a moment, and almost bumped into the flower garden. He stopped his posture with his right hand back in time, and immediately glared at the mischievous old man angrily. Why should I tell you?"

The old man grabbed the shovel scattered beside him with one hand, and made a gesture to level his favorite medicine garden. The old monk was so frightened that he jumped up to stop him, his face flushed with anger, "Wait, what's the hurry, I said Just let you hear it, really," the despicable villain used this trick to deal with himself every time.

"Don't think I don't know you're scolding me in your heart, tell me quickly, I'm impatient," the old man threw down the shovel, sat down on the dirt, and squinted at the old monk.

The old monk was so angry that his nostrils were smoking. Seeing his old friend's appearance like a rascal, he felt helpless and displeased, but he still explained to him obediently, "I read the first half of this book more than ten years ago. I saw it before, and I still remember copying a translation for you at that time, but I don’t know where you got it later.”

"Oh? Do you know the source of this book?" The old Chinese doctor touched his forehead. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't recall whether he had come into contact with such things more than ten years ago. He could only pin his hopes on his old friends and see him Can you bring back your memories.

The old monk raised his chin proudly, "That's needless to say."

In fact, this book has a lot to do with him. Before he settled here more than ten years ago, he happened to pass by the Miao people during his study tour here, and met the head of the Miao people by accident. Later, he got to know each other very well. The old head also loves talents. Only then did the first half of the book deal with the Miao people's method of controlling poison and nourishing cups, and there are dozens of pages in a row, but the old monk is not a Miao person himself, so even if he is interested in these things, he still can't touch them.

At that time, he was still wondering why the book only had the first half and not the second half, and then he heard the patriarch say that the second half was stolen by his daughter's lover before him, but his daughter was not taken away with him. What he said was full of sadness. The old monk knew that it was someone else's housework, so he didn't continue to ask. Only now, when he got the second half of the book again, did he understand the truth. It seems that Hu Jinbiao is the daughter of the head of the Miao nationality. lover.

Compared with the methods of controlling poisons and nourishing cups in the first half of the book, the book in his hand now is even more precious. It is filled with various instructions about conquering poisons, as well as the last refining method. Complete information on puppetry.

Presumably Hu Jinbiao was bewildered by this last mysterious puppet technique at that time, and he was deeply involved in it and couldn't extricate himself.

However, after reading the materials left by Hu Jinbiao on the study of hallucinogens, the old monk has a stronger respect for his medical accomplishments, precisely because he has read the second half of the book about puppetry. After the secret technique, he was even more amazed at Hu Jinbiao's talent in this area.

In China, people attach great importance to the system of inheritance from generation to generation, even in the Miao nationality. Many things are passed down from generation to generation, not necessarily to be written in a certain notebook or book. Hu Jinbiao stole it at that time. In half a book, the method is only briefly mentioned above, but the specific production process is very vague.Hu Jinbiao is obsessed with this method. Not only has he perfected the knowledge of drug production and detoxification in the course of his research, he has even copied the refining process of the genuine puppet art to a large extent, with a correct rate of 90.00%. , just because he couldn't fundamentally reproduce the most important medicinal material, which is blue jacquard.

The main ingredient of hallucinogens is methamphetamine, and drugs are mostly extracted from poppies. It is very close to the effect of blue jacquard to some extent, but there is a little difference in essence, because of such subtle Hu Jinbiao's experiments failed countless times because of his astonishment.

The old Chinese doctor had no time to pay attention to his old friend's ecstasy from time to time, so he said casually: "Then as you say, as long as Zhou Ran's poison is cured, he should be fine." Seeing that the old monk didn't answer, he waved it impatiently He waved his hand and said directly: "Forget it, I'd better go and have a look, hehe, when he recovers, I want him to repay him well, no matter what, I have to get some good things out."

"Hey...," the old monk rubbed his nose, watched his old friend happily walk away, his eyes flickered a few times, and silently retracted his outstretched hand.

So, old friend, are you really naive? !