Chapter 387 Who is she?
Relying on his status as a descendant of Yigu, he is highly respected in Zhujiazhuang.
"Master, the talisman has been burned to ashes. Dissolve it in water and drink it. It will warm your body."
"Well, remember to dissolve it in boiling water."
"Master is worthy of being a miracle doctor from Miracle Doctor Valley. I couldn't sleep well at night, so he prescribed me a medicine that made me faint and sleep until dawn."
"It seems that I have controlled the dosage just right." He put his hands together and solemnly thanked the Buddha. He thanked the Buddha for leaving some knockout drugs for them. A soybean-sized amount was just right. He would continue to prescribe it next time.
"Medical Valley? Is it the Medical Valley that no news has ever been heard from? Is it the Medical Valley where the miracle doctor is?" Lin Xinhuan heard the rhythmic drumbeats, and the pressure grew stronger as she waited.
The fat monk raised his mouth wildly, but the thin monk was calm and said good things in his heart, successfully attracting their attention. He looked humble and said, "I am a disciple of Yigu, and this is not worth mentioning."
Impossible? Lin Xinhuan was in doubt. When would Yigu accept monks? The master believed in Taoism and never agreed with the Buddhist idea of cutting flesh to feed the eagle and saving others but not oneself.
"Master, please help me look at my face." An old man walked out of the crowd. He had crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, and his eyeballs were particularly bulging. When he spoke, his voice was buzzing, as if it was being held back from his lips.
Facial paralysis!
Lin Xinhuan took a few glances and roughly understood the patient's symptoms. Zhujiazhuang has its own clinic, and the people believe that monks can cure diseases, but they don't go to the clinic for treatment, mainly because of the title of descendants of Medical Valley. They want to see what level the so-called "descendants of Medical Valley" are.
They agreed on a price, which was both similar and different from the Medical Valley. Although the people in the Medical Valley loved money, they only cheated the rich and basically charged the poor people a few coins as a token of their appreciation. However, the three masters really asked for a huge amount of money.
The thin monk took the silver needle handed to him by the middle monk and wiped it on the cloth bag. The cloth bag, which originally had an unclear base color, now had a few more black mud strips.
The old man couldn't bear to be blind, so his face was stiff and motionless. He twitched violently twice and comforted himself: "Mud strips" are good stuff, maybe they are the merits accumulated by the silver needles.
"Wait a minute, Master, I know a little bit about medicine. Can you teach me something?"
The white-haired old woman stopped the thin monk who was about to stab the old man in the face with a silver needle.
The three of them felt a pang in their hearts. The fat monk did not laugh, but looked closely at the old woman who was disrupting their plan. However, seeing that she was an old and slovenly refugee, and that his raised palm was pressed against her bloated belly, he was not afraid.
"Hahahaha, stop joking, grandma. Not everyone can cure diseases. We are disciples of the Medical Valley. We are not something that some rural itinerant doctor can do."
As if he had heard something very funny, the thin monk could not hide his pride and reminded the old woman with sarcasm in his eyes and his eyeballs looking downwards. The old woman looked hunched and tiny.
Even if you tell a lie a hundred times, people will still take it seriously, including the liar.
Despite the hidden threat, the old woman did not retreat into the crowd out of inferiority. Instead, she took a few steps forward, exposing herself to everyone's gaze. They found that their eyes were inevitably focused on the old woman.
She fled with a large group and had no time to wash, but she kept her hair neatly combed and a wooden hairpin inserted in it. The wrinkles brought by time could not impair her temperament. Through time, people could guess that she must have been a lady of both talent and beauty when she was young.
"Unfortunately, I also came from the Medical Valley. Whose disciples are these masters?"
The middle monk lost his balance and staggered, hiding behind the fat monk. The fat monk's huge figure blocked him tightly, but before he could feel safe, he saw the light again.
It turned out that the fat monk had moved: "Hey! You!"
He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the thin monk, but was stopped by the thin monk and did not dare to take another step forward.
"Third Junior Brother."
You guys are causing me trouble. Following the thin monk's gaze, I returned to my original position, with my clothes tightly grasped from behind.
Middle Monk: I am safe.
The two pig teammates had been scolded thousands of times in the thin monk's heart. If they were not still useful, he would not have been able to keep them.
How did the counterfeit know who was in the Medical Valley? They just heard about it from the people of Zhujiazhuang. Suddenly, they caught a glimpse of the temple and thought: "We are the disciples of Lin Shenyi. When we were young, we were fortunate to receive the guidance of Lin Shenyi's disciples. We learned that there were still people who remembered our master, so we came here to pay homage."
After this moving speech, the people were moved to tears and looked at the three monks with more friendly and friendly eyes: This is the grandson of the miracle doctor, he must be taken good care of.
Lin Xinhuan turned into a huge question mark: When did I have a disciple in Qing Kingdom? How come I didn’t know about it? Senior sister~ Don’t believe them~
She recognized who the old woman with white hair was. Time was not kind to her and she had not noticed her for a while. Now she looked completely different from the charming girl in the past. It was the wooden hairpin on the old woman's head that made her realize that the old woman was the most beautiful and the one who loved her the most in the Medical Valley.
The wooden hairpin was carved for her by Lin Xinhuan herself when she was a child, using the wood she had selected herself. Although the style and material of the hairpin were not as good as any of her jewelry, it was her most treasured piece. She kept changing her hair accessories, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the wooden hairpin given by Lin Xinhuan.
"Sister, when I have money, I will buy you the most beautiful and enviable jewelry."
"Yes, yes~ Senior sister is waiting for our little Xinhuan. The most beautiful and enviable jewelry, the jewelry that Senior sister likes the most, Xiao Xinhuan has given it to me. Senior sister will cherish it and wear it all her life."
It was just these words that accompanied her through so many hardships and storms. Looking at the hairpin, she seemed to have returned to the carefree days in Medical Valley.
Senior sister Lin Xinhuan knows Lin Xinhuan better than the three monks. She will never allow herself to bring out disciples or apprentices who will ruin her reputation. Looking at the way the thin monk holds the silver needle, he can't be considered an entry-level monk and can't even touch the threshold of medicine.
Thinking of how Lin Xinhuan could insert the needle steadily even though she couldn't speak clearly, and her serious and chubby look, the senior sister tasted a hint of sweetness.
The thin monk didn't want to talk to the old woman any more, and incited everyone, saying that the old woman was a fake, and that no one had ever heard of such a person in the Medical Valley. Would the people trust an old woman who didn't even have a silver needle? Or would they trust the monk who had already taken a fancy to several people?
"Old sister, please don't delay my medical treatment. You should go home and rest at your age."
"Yes, not everyone can get access to the Medical Valley. Be careful that Dr. Lin will make you sick."
The fat monk smiled again. He was still his elder brother. He could make the dead appear alive. He was the biggest liar among liars.
The middle monk was very nervous, thinking something big was going to happen. He wanted to escape and kept pulling at the fat monk's clothes, but the fat monk pushed him away: "Don't move. Look how majestic you are."
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