The White Moonlight of Transmigration is back

Chapter 103
"Why do you still stay here? If you have something to say, it's okay to get out. This is not the gate of the city, why does everyone come here to look for illness?"

Ou Yangming dismissed the people from the Eastern Palace, and was about to go back to look through the medical books, when he turned around and saw someone still standing there, and immediately yelled at them with a vicious voice.

Gu Tu withdrew his scattered thoughts, picked up the brocade handkerchief on the ground, and chuckled lightly:
"Doctor Ouyang Ming has a great reputation, but now he is not as famous as meeting him."

Ou Yangming looked her up and down and smiled suddenly.

"Little girl's provocative method is not very clever. If you have something to say, are you here to seek medical treatment or to apprentice? If you just want to make a fuss and step on the old man to make a name for yourself, then don't blame the old man for being rude. .”

Gu Tu's face remained unchanged, he was very familiar with his confident and arrogant tone.

"You are really right. I really want to ask you for advice when I come here. Now that the plague is rampant outside and the people are struggling to live, as a doctor, I wonder if you have a good prescription?"

Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, and told the truth:

"The plague this time is fierce. I have taken in one or two patients recently, but I haven't got a clue yet. From what you mean, do you already have a prescription? Let's take a look."

He said this very naturally.

Logically speaking, it is very inappropriate to ask for someone else's secret recipe;
However, it is an elegant thing to give advice to the younger generation as a senior, to rectify the new prescription that has not been verified.

Therefore, Ouyang Ming didn't take it seriously at all, and waited with a condescending air.

Gu Tu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Wait a moment, senior. Let me introduce myself. I have studied under Master Miaoshan of Baiyun Temple for three years. This prescription for preventing and controlling the plague is obtained from the letter left by my teacher."

"Where is the letter? Bring it." Ouyang Ming reached out to ask for it.

Because it was a relic of the deceased, his tone was slightly restrained, and it didn't sound so harsh.

Gu Tu was not surprised at all.

As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

The old drug lunatic got the word lunatic, which can be seen in his temperament and behavior.

Seeing him biting the bait, Gu Tu became more determined in his heart, and said calmly:
"My mentor has cured illnesses and saved people throughout his life. Countless people have survived, and the world is honored as a living Bodhisattva. The mentor left a will. All the manuscripts she wrote during her lifetime are available for free viewing, and the predecessor is no exception."

"To be honest, my benefactor also admired my senior a lot before he was alive, and I can be regarded as a long-time friend of God, but it's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet. This junior came here this time, and I also want to make up for this regret for my benefactor."

"Senior, please take a look."

Gu Tu talked eloquently, took a brocade box from Mangzhong, and presented it with both hands respectfully.

Ou Yangming took the brocade box and opened it, and took out a notebook inside.

The manuscript was well preserved, there was no word on the plain cover, it was neatly bound with twine, it was ordinary and inconspicuous, but it condensed Miao Shan's life's painstaking efforts.

This is not the original, but a rare book transcribed and arranged by Gu Tu, and the pages of the book were soaked in special potion.

The potion has a faint fragrance, is not poisonous when used alone, and has the effect of repelling moths, which is very beneficial for preserving books;
But it is also the introduction of the poison demon.

If the person who is possessed by the demons smells this fragrance for a long time, it will cause toxicity, the heartache will be like colic, and the pain will be so painful that it looks like a madman!

There is almost no cure.

This is the real demon.

Ouyang Ming flipped through the manuscript page by page, and soon became fascinated by it. He unconsciously licked his thumb and moistened his fingertips to turn the pages.

A real smile appeared in Gu Tu's eyes, and he was more than ten feet away, and kindly reminded:

"I have attached the prescription at the end, thanks to the twenty-second prescription recorded by my teacher, please have a look."

(End of this chapter)