Xianggui

The little monk smiled and rolled his eyes, "Thank you, donor. I will remember this. I learned how to prepare pills from Master, and I will prepare beauty pills for the donor in the future, so that you will always be beautiful."

Uncle Xiaoba doesn't look like a monk, he is such a cute young man.

Xunxiang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait. Feifei has been with you these days?"

The novel said, "No, it comes to play occasionally. It only stayed with the poor monk during the few days in Xuandong." His voice became even lower. "It's so strange. That weirdo is the benefactor that the poor monk's master begged for." ,

"He looks like a person. No matter how much I think about it, the poor monk can't remember who he looks like. The poor monk asked the master, but the master ignored him."

Xunxiang knew that the weirdo he was talking about was Sun Linzhang. The young monk had met Sun Yumu in Ding's house, but he wasn't familiar with it, so he couldn't remember it.

When he came to the monastery, the old monk did not look at the food box for the first time, but looked at Xunxiang expectantly.

Xunxiang nodded at him.

The old monk said to the young monk, "Go out. I have something to talk to the young benefactor."

The little monk was very surprised why the master kicked him out without letting him eat. He glanced at Xunxiang and left very disappointed.

The old monk then said to a young monk, "Go out and watch, and no one else is allowed in."

The young monk poured tea for Xun Xiang and closed the door tightly after going out.

The old monk leaned forward and asked mysteriously, "Did you vomit beads?"

Xunxiang came to the kang, took out a purse from her arms, and then took out a white silk handkerchief. The silk handkerchief was opened, and there was a big bead lying on it.

The old monk's wise eyes suddenly shrank and stared at the big bead.

The beads were a little smaller than longan, round and shiny, sea blue, and radiant. They were more beautiful than any beads he had ever seen.

The old monk admired it for half a quarter of an hour before smiling and reaching out to take it.

Xunxiang's little hand shrank back, her heart was bleeding.

Such beautiful and unique beads are about to be "dismembered" and destroyed.

The old monk stretched his hand a little longer and grabbed the handkerchief and beads.

He held the beads and couldn't help but admired, "How handsome."

After admiring it for another half-quarter of an hour, he placed the beads on the table. He took out a small oil paper bag and opened it. There was a little white powder inside.

"This is an alkali. Aquamarine beads can soften in alkaline water."

He poured half a cup of water and added half a teaspoon of alkali with a small spoon. After stirring evenly, he put the aquamarine beads into the cup.

Both of them stared at the beads in the cup.

In the clear water, small bubbles popped up around the blue beads.

After a quarter of an hour, the old monk pressed the beads lightly with a spoon. The beads really became soft and deformed under the pressure.

The old monk scooped it up with a spoon and said, "Keep the time right. If you soak it for a long time, it will melt."

He put the beads on a piece of oil paper and drew on the beads with a knife.

Xun Xiang's facial features wrinkled together in distress.

She wanted to cry.

After making the gesture, the old monk began to cut the beads. First, divide the beads into two halves, very evenly. Then four petals, eight petals, sixteen petals...

Divide very slowly.

That beautiful bead was just disintegrated. Tears welled up in Xunxiang's eyes, and the particles turned into bright blue stars. This is not only a bead, but also... a child that she has been waiting for for several years.

Although it is not a child, the feeling of hope is the same.

After the old monk cut into thirty-two petals on average, some were large and some were small, and finally divided into fifty-six small particles.

He explained, "The conditions vary, some need more, some need less. The medicine granules are dissolved in the alkaline water according to the amount, and the water is added to the decoction according to the amount..."

He pulled out fourteen small particles of different sizes, "Give these to me, and leave the rest to the little donor."

Xunxiang wrapped the remaining forty-two grains in oil paper and then wrapped them in a handkerchief.

The old monk handed a piece of paper to Xun Xiang, "Here is written what kind of medicine to treat and what disease. If the young donor is not sure, you can ask the old monk."

He chuckled twice again, "If the old man runs out and there is another donor who needs treatment, he can ask the little donor again. Remember, this medicine, along with Calabash Ginseng and Purple Dragon Slough, are magic medicines, and they should be used on key people as much as possible. .

"Although all living beings are equal, some people can save more people alive. Those are the people we try to treat as much as possible."

Xun Xiang also knew this. He nodded and asked, "When will that person be cured after taking sea blue beads?"

The old monk said, "It takes a certain amount of time to dissolve blood clots, about one to two months."

Xun Xiang felt a little regretful, "It will take so long. Will my uncle be able to recover before he leaves?"

If it goes well, with Sun Linzhang's proof, Shen Mou can be brought down, and Dong Yi will not be afraid of being attacked from both sides.

It would be even better if he could fight off Concubine Li and King Qi.

The old monk smiled and said, "The little donor is anxious. The illness is gone as fast as silk threads. This is already very fast. Without the sea blue beads, it is not known whether the illness of donor Sun can be cured."

Xun Xiang argued, "You are an old immortal, how can you still be unpredictable about the people in front of you?"

The old monk said, "I'm not a fool. Why do I have to work so hard to calculate things that don't need to be calculated?"

Also.

Xunxiang looked at the dosage for treating infertility and took out a sea blue bead and a hyacinth ginseng. "Please master, please pass these two magical medicines to my uncle. I hope they can open up a new world where the Han family can multiply." Live and breathe, passed down from generation to generation.

"If they still want to have a daughter, I hope their wishes come true."

The old monk looked at Xun Xiang with compassion in his eyes, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the little benefactor is kind. Donor Dong and his descendants were able to change their destiny, and the little benefactor was indispensable."

"However, I only have a one-time relationship with Donor Dong. If we meet this time, we will not see each other again in five years. The little donor can give these two magical medicines in the name of Lao Mon.

"Tell Donor Dong again that the time of sea overflow is roughly from early September to early October, around Mingqi Island..."

As Xun Xiang expected, the old monk had already figured it out. Now that we have the approximate time and specific location, coupled with Dong Yihe's knowledge, we can find a way to attract the Japanese pirates and the pirates they want to kill, so that they can be completely annihilated...

She bowed and smiled and said, "I would like to thank Master on behalf of my uncle."

The old monk turned sideways and took out a small Buddha statue from the kang cabinet. "Lao Monk asked for another Buddha statue for Donor Dong. Let him remember his promise, not only not to harm the people of Dali, but also to have good intentions in his heart, and to Buddhism is promoted in that land..."

This is a two-inch tall sandalwood statue of Tathagata Buddha, exactly the same as the one given to the emperor's grandfather a few days ago. At that time, he said that the emperor was not worthy of this Buddha statue.

Xun Xiang's face turned serious, it was already clear that Dong Yihe would become an emperor in the future.

Xunxiang took it solemnly.

This matter must be kept secret. The emperor's grandfather was very suspicious. A foreigner with the same imperial destiny as him would definitely not let him leave the Li Dynasty alive.

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