Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

Just when Hall Master Cao was identifying the medicinal materials, two men came over after hearing the news. They learned about it, and one of them ran back to report the news.

The few people in the crowd who knew about Buddhism saw the authority, and they all whispered to those around them. Gradually, the one-sided remarks gradually favored Wu Zhiwang and them.

Zhang Jiebin had the previous experience, so he no longer tried to do anything, but looked at everyone. He saw that everyone had changed from leaning towards the monk to now leaning towards Wu Zhiwang. I was thinking that the old monk should be panicking now.

When I looked over, I found that the old monk and the old god were there, without any sign of worry.

Zhang Jiebin and Sun Chengzong looked at each other and thought of the person who was deceived and sold fake realgar. Could it be that the old monk was also deceived and mistakenly thought that the medicine in his hand was real, so he was so confident?

Both of them knew that Wu Zhiwang was not only good at lifting people, but also studied medicine. The exchange the day before yesterday was very clear. He was obviously a master in the apricot forest, and it was not just that he was a stumbling block in medicinal materials. He was a poor reader.

No matter how everyone talked, it did not affect Hall Master Cao at all. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes relaxed, sometimes surprised, and sometimes suddenly realized. This made Zhang Jiebin confused and his heart beat. Could it be that Wu Zhiwang had really fallen into trouble?

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The old monk laughed loudly at this time: "Donors, please rest assured that the poor monk's medicine is expensive for a reason. Although the style is strange, it is not a matter of medicinal materials, but a secret recipe."

"Amitabha, I know that some donors are prejudiced against us, but I, the Buddha, are compassionate, emphasize the equality of all living beings, and save all living beings, regardless of whether they are wise or foolish, we will still treat them equally."

When Wu Zhi saw the old monk pretending to be compassionate, he suddenly became angry and said, "No matter how eloquent you are, you can't confuse falsehood with truth."

Sun Chengzong felt that something was fishy, ​​so he persuaded Wu Zhiwang to stop him, then came to Hall Master Cao and asked in a low voice: "Hall Master Cao, is there nothing wrong with this medicine?"

Hall Master Cao sighed: "Your friend has fallen into trouble. This should be a trap. It should not be aimed at your friend. It just happened to happen."

Zhang Jiebin was not far away, and he remembered that it was something different. When he got closer and learned about it, he was also very surprised and couldn't help but look at the medicinal materials.

"This...is this ginseng? Strange, ginseng is nothing more than cutting and processing. This is obviously cut, but it is not moistened or steamed, and it is even less likely to be raw and sun-dried. Abandoning the mature preparation method, it is completely handled indiscriminately.

What a waste of natural resources!”

Hall Master Cao saw Zhang Jiebin's distressed look and asked him to continue looking at other medicinal materials. Zhang Jiebin had to put down the ginseng slices in his hands. Only then did he realize that the difference from other medicinal materials stalls was that most of the other medicinal materials in other stalls were common medicinal materials, but most of the ones here were

partial.

"This is a red flower."

"Hmm... what is this? It looks like a bug or a grass, so strange."

"What's in this gourd? It's a decoction. No, it's mint flavor. Hey, this gourd is made of honeysuckle vine, not honeysuckle flower."

Seeing Zhang Jiebin's surprise, the old monk came over and introduced: "Sir, I have good knowledge. The medicines here are all of the best. The cordyceps, like the safflower, come from the snowy plateau and were brought by me, a Buddhist monk."

"The medicine in this gourd is Folangji medicine. Folangji monk is a branch of my Buddhist sect. He came from Tianzhu country and preached in Lingnan. He specially provided the best medicine. He took the plants and flowers and steamed them to get their dew. This is

This is medicinal dew, a unique method of making medicine in Tianzhu."

Zhang Jiebin pointed to the cut ginseng and asked: "How is this made? Is it effective?"

"Of course it is effective. This is the ancestral secret recipe of a generation of mountain people in Yunnan and Guizhou. Although the area is poor, the mountain people also have inherited medical skills, which are no worse than those in the Central Plains."

Naturally, Zhang Jiebin would not know that the Buddhist monks of Tianzhu mentioned by the old monk were actually Catholics from Europe. In order to spread the word to the Ming Dynasty, they considered themselves monks. Even Matteo Ricci, who had a special mission, was already a Western monk in the Ming Dynasty.

In five years, he translated the Chinese version of "Records of God's Lord", which was entirely composed of Buddhist remarks.

As missionaries entered the Ming Dynasty, Western medicine also began to flow in on a small scale. At the same time, Tibetan medicine, Zhuang medicine, and the four major ethnic medicines in the future also took root and thrived in areas beyond the reach of Han medicine.

In this era, medicine is extremely prosperous, and medicine of all countries and ethnic groups is developing vigorously.

"What do you mean by making so many strange medicines?" Zhang Jiebin asked in confusion.

"What a poor monk does has its own reasons for being a poor monk." The old monk didn't say much, but looked at Hall Master Cao: "Master Cao, is there any problem with the medicine?"

"There is nothing wrong with conventional medicine, but the preparation method is strange, and these old men have never seen it before, so they dare not make a conclusion. Let's put it into the category of exotic medicines!" Hall Master Cao thought for a while and said truthfully.

"That's good." After the old monk finished speaking, he turned to look at Wu Zhiwang: "There is a road to heaven but you won't take it, and there is no door to hell but you will come here instead. I am willing to admit defeat and hand over the equivalent amount of money. I will not lie to you.

A stall of medicine is worth two hundred taels."

Wu Zhiwang heard this clearly, and he was so embarrassed and angry at this time. He had seen Hall Master Cao cracking down on counterfeiting before, and he was eager to show off his skills and wanted to show off his medicine, so he left Feng Congwu, Sun Chengzong and his entourage and started hanging out with two companions who were fond of medicine.

Passing by here, I saw the old monk boasting, and I felt unhappy. I saw that these medicinal materials were crudely made, and they were fake at first glance. I was preconceived, and I just checked some familiar medicinal materials, and they were indeed different. I thought they were made indiscriminately, and I tried to pass off the inferior ones as the superior ones.

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Then the previous scene appeared.

Not only Wu Zhiwang, but also the two companions were in trouble. Traveling far away would naturally involve financial expenses, but it was only a dozen or so taels. Two hundred taels was impossible to come by in a decisive match.

"It doesn't matter if you can't get the money. There's a pawn shop number in front of you. If that doesn't work, go to a businessman from the same town to borrow it. You won't have to default on your debt if you lift people up, right?" The old monk saw their dilemma and came up with a solution for them.

"How can I rely on your two hundred taels of silver for a man's words? Brother Chen, I need you to make a trip." Upon hearing this, Wu Zhiwang immediately said that his family has several shops in Tongguan, and this time there is a pharmacy.

Here comes the shopkeeper.

Brother Chen didn't waste any words, he agreed and left.

After a while, Gan'er came over with Bai Yuzhan.

The old monk was very excited and said: "White mouse, you are finally here."

Bai Yuzhan didn't say anything. After understanding the whole story, he said, "What do you want?"

"Give me back three towns, otherwise this matter will never end." The old monk said.

"You are really unscrupulous in order to achieve your goal. Let me tell you, three towns only have a few hundred taels of silver a year. Why do you have to work so hard to find so many rare treasures?" Bai Yuzhan sneered.

said.

Seeing that Bai Yuzhan was angry, the old monk smiled: "What do you know? These medicines are rare for ordinary people, but they are not difficult for me. Look, in just a moment, I got two hundred taels of silver, but the medicinal materials are still in my hand.

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