The third time, Yang Qilong recalls old things in front of the temple, Gao Shiqi Han's doctor Shen Shen
Kangxi hoped for a clear sky, but some people were cursing it. He was Yang Qilong, the fake third prince of Zhu Dynasty who gathered a crowd in the capital to rebel in the twelfth year of Kangxi's reign, but was defeated and fled. He had been hiding in the Tianwang Temple in Congzhong Town, north of Handan City for five years
. More than 200 lives were lost in exchange for him leaving the capital alone. He originally expected to be able to unite his forces and deal with the imperial court. Unexpectedly, his long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled so far. The bitterness, anger, and hatred in his heart burned like fire until he was bald, so he simply gave up.
He spent a lot of money to buy a certificate and left his home.
Far away from Congzhong in the east is the famous Huangliangmeng Town. Whenever the sun rises, you can see the mist between the double eaves of the dangerous buildings of Huangliangmeng Temple on the temple steps. Regardless of Congzhong or Huangliangmeng, the two names are very important to him.
It was extremely unlucky, but Yang Qilong didn't care. Firstly, in Zhili, all the incense halls operated by Shandong had been wiped out, and he did not want to go to Weishan Lake to join the water bandit Liu Tiecheng; secondly, he felt that the name of this place could
He often reminded himself that it was a bit like a flower with thorns. As long as he stretched out his hand to touch it, it would prick blood, which brought back his memories of the sad past. He just "traveled" to the Tianshan Mountains last month and returned from Jungar after a long journey, all over his body.
The fatigue has gradually disappeared. In this densely populated place in the Central Plains, people call him "Golden Monk". No one would have thought that this humble monk once served as the famous "Zhong Sanlang" incense hall with two million followers.
The commander-in-chief is still the "fake third prince of Zhu" who is under strict orders of the imperial court.
At this moment, it was already time to watch, and Monk Jin was sitting on the stone steps in front of the temple, staring blankly at the new night sky after the rain, and secretly regretting: Why not keep raining day and night for three consecutive years, and create a flood world all over again?
Jiuzhou land sinks, the world turns upside down? Even if he drowns himself, he will be happy! He has a lot of money, which is buried 200 steps west of the temple. It is now enclosed under the old mulberry tree in the back garden of Han Liu, a famous local capable woman. That was back then.
The 600,000 taels of military pay that Hunan sent to Beijing were buried by Yuan Feng'er, eight feet deep. He also had weapons. There was a stone warehouse at the bottom of the stairs. In addition to thousands of swords, spears, swords and halberds, there was also a made
The sophisticated muskets were presented to him by Zakharov, the special envoy of the Rakshasa Kingdom in Jungar. The two novice monks who were originally guarding the treasury for him had been gradually "died of illness" two years ago in order to prevent them from leaking the secret.
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Monk Jin stared blankly at the "Ziwei" constellation: There are really all kinds of wonders in the world! The "Three Feuds" headed by Wu Sangui had millions of people. They once ran rampant in eleven provinces. Within five years, they collapsed and turned into
Ashes, what magic did this kid Xuan Ye (Kangxi's name) use to win over people's hearts so quickly? He stroked the cold stone steps, and thought of the muskets in the stone warehouse, and the secret conversation with Galdan in the northwest five months ago.
Appearing in front of my eyes vividly...
"Gerdan Khan," said the bucket-like Colonel Zakharov, wearing a straight military uniform, with spurs jingling on the wooden floor under his feet, and a Cossack mustache on his fair face rising up and down proudly.
, his gray eyes shone with a faint light, "As you know, in front of you is the distinguished Crown Prince of your country, the Ming Dynasty. Lord Golaini and I had the honor of meeting him in Chahar - I remind you again
You. Opportunity, well, opportunity is fair and cruel to everyone. The south of China is still in chaos. Your Highness Zhu represents the Ming Dynasty, and you represent the Yuan Dynasty. Send your troops southward, and your shame will disappear.
This is the only chance - the only one, understand?" He spoke Chinese and Mongolian so beautifully that there was no need for translation.
Galdan looked to be only in his thirties, with an angular rectangular face under his leather hat. He listened quietly, and after a long while he said thoughtfully: "Thank you, Colonel, for reminding me again. You are so smart and wise.
I believe that His Majesty Peter will have a more glorious medal to reward you. But what I can't understand is why your army accepted the threat of Fengtian Admiral Zhou Peigong and gave up the 700 muskets that he had promised to supply to me after the defeat in the Battle of Mucheng.
Did you intercept it and go back? To be honest, I believe that your court does not believe you. I have no intention of going south to compete with the Qing Dynasty in the Central Plains. I just want to restore my homeland of Mongolia. Although the chaos in the three Chechen tribes has been put down, my strength
They also suffered great losses: Lama Sangji Rentso in Tibet was hesitant and refused to cooperate, so marching into the Central Plains could only be a luxury." Zakharov waited calmly for him to finish, stared for a while and thought, suddenly "Pfft
"Smiled and said: "Great Khan, you don't tell lies in front of real people. Since you don't want to conquer the Central Plains, why did you send so many people pretending to be refugees to collect military intelligence in Shaanxi, Shanxi, Zhili and other places? It's true that I'm afraid of returning to my homeland. Beijing
Wasn't the original name called 'Yuan Dadu'? As for the muskets, we had to deal with it in diplomacy. And you know, that was in mid-July, and the great Peter is now in power in our country..."
Speaking of this, Galdan Fujin personally brought three cups of milk tea on a silver tray. While settling the guests, he smiled at Galdan and said, "Is there a time when Yingyi is full? I heard the colonel is right, this
Prince——" She smiled charmingly at Monk Jin, "With him as your guide, the eagle on the grassland will not get lost over the Yellow River."
"Thank you Fujin." Monk Jin bowed in return, picked up the milk tea, and drank it all in one breath even though he felt fishy. He cleared his throat and said, "We have talked a lot with the Khan. The Khan is unwilling to take risks. There is no way around it.
I just came here to avenge my father. I have long since wanted to be the emperor. Yesterday the Great Khan asked me to give me money. To tell Meng Lang's words, I am not short of money. In this case, I will set off to go back tomorrow.
Already."
Galdan smiled and said: "Third Prince, although I am what you call a Yi and Di, I actually love Sinology very much. The Han people have a saying, 'Haste makes waste', I guess it is the same thing as 'Too much is too little'."
——Why are you so impatient? Stay here with me and we can discuss it slowly."
"Discuss slowly?" Zakharov spread his hands, shrugged and smiled, "There is no word 'great' in your Eastern dictionary. But I want to say that the current young emperor of China is really a great man. He easily
He has captured Duke Aobai; now he is quelling the rebellion of Prince Wu Sangui, and the war is not over yet, and he is preparing to march to Taiwan. I am sure that he is already planning on you! If this continues, he will attack you in the future, and
It's not you who beat him!" He spoke quickly and hard, with a harsh hiss in his voice, and several people in the hall couldn't help but shudder. Monk Jin clasped his hands and said: "You are probably too worried about China's affairs.
Right? Great Khan, since you are unwilling to go eastward at the moment, and I heard that you have made amends with Kangxi and professed peace to Kangxi, I am of no use here anymore, and I must set off back tomorrow."
Galdan spent a few days with Monk Jin and admired his Sinology very much. Marching into the Central Plains was his purpose, and he really needed such a guide. Hearing what Monk Jin said, Galdan smiled sinisterly and said: "
Third Prince, I really regard you as an irreconcilable friend. Although your theory of "making friends at a distance and attacking at a close distance" is very profound, it is very practical. I am very willing to keep you. We in Mongolia are rich in gold, famous horses and beauties - I
My daughter Zhong Xiaozhen has always liked Han people, so she gave her a Han name. If the Third Prince doesn’t dislike it, why don’t you get married?” After saying that, he looked at Monk Jin’s face.
Just as he was talking, Galdan's daughter Xiaozhen rushed out of the back hall like a whirlwind and said loudly: "I don't want to! Although I admire the big man, because we have been a family since ancient times. I don't like you white-faced people to provoke! I
I have already been engaged to little Musal, why should I marry this monk?" As he spoke, his eyes were filled with tears. He glanced at Fujin coldly and shouted inside: "Lao Hu, bring your Morin Qin with you.
Follow me to the ranch!"
An old man in his fifties came out wearing a Mongolian robe. He saluted Galdan and Fujin slightly slowly and said, "Your Majesty, the princess asked me to go!" "Don't just follow Xiaozhen to learn Chinese characters.
" Fujin sat aside, feeling unhappy because he saw Xiaozhen ignoring him. He twitched his eyebrows and scolded Lao Hu, "You have to control her and learn some rules! Her mother is dead, and I am Fujin now. I don't even give him a greeting gift.
No!" Galdan knew that mother and daughter had always been at odds, and he was upset. He waved his hands and said: "Go, go!"
"Your Majesty, I accept Fujin's kindness." Monk Jin leaned forward and said, "I have been a man for two generations, and I have no intention of marrying a wife. I can't live with the hatred of destroying the country and the hatred of my father. I listen to your wishes.
, If you want to force me to stay, I won’t be able to obey!” As he said that, he took out the red-hot chopsticks from the brazier, like holding a flaming red branch, his eyes radiated hatred, and he weighed the fire chops as if nothing had happened, shining it on his cheek.
Then it was burned, and a string of white tobacco shreds rose up. The smell of burnt human flesh immediately filled the hall. There was a sudden silence in the hall. Zakharov and Gerdan turned pale with shock. Fujin clasped his hands and recited "Buddha".
He actually fainted.
"I came here to weep for Qin Ting." Monk Jin endured the great pain, slowly put down the fire chopsticks, and said with a bitter smile, "I can't ask for troops, so I don't resent anyone. I am disfigured here just to express my heart and this fire.
Same. This fire burned me today, and I hope that one day in the future, I can use the same fire to die with Kangxi!"
Galdan had never seen such a tough guy before. He rushed over and pulled Monk Jin's shoulders excitedly, saying in a trembling voice: "Good brother! You - you just...just wait and see!" Zakharov is Ge Dan.
The special envoy sent to Yabei by Lenny to instigate Galdan's internal invasion. The life and death of the Chinese people did not matter to him. Seeing this scene, he was shocked. He walked back and forth for a few steps and said without looking back: "Mr. Zhu,
I know that you have more than 20 secret strongholds in the south of the Yangtze River and control Liu Tiecheng's 300 armed men in Weishan Lake, but it is impossible to get rid of Kangxi with these alone - there are few people and we are weak - it is completely impossible."
"Knowing that you can't do it, you do it." Monk Jin didn't expect that Zakharov was so familiar with his inside story. He glanced at Zakharov in surprise and said calmly: "I can only obey his orders. But Your Excellency
I only know one, but I don’t know the other, so I have my own way!”
"Hmm?" Zaharov suddenly turned around, bent down and got close to Monk Jin's face, and said in a straight line, "——Then, can I tell you something?"
"Amitabha!" Monk Jin closed his eyes and shook his head.
Zakharov chuckled and said: "If my guess is right, you still have someone in the court!" His ghostly smile actually made Monk Jin shudder: he only had contacts with Ge Li, the governor of Jiangnan, and there was a faint trace of his relationship with Ge Li, the governor of Jiangnan.
Yueyue heard that Suo'etu and Ge Li had a dispute with Mingzhu because of the crown prince's affairs.
"Mr. Zhu, you moved me - no, moved God!" Zaharov sighed, with a faint green light in his eyes, "Different interests, but the same goal. I can help you, Orthodox Church
Mr. Romashka, a mixed-race man, has been lurking in Aurous Hill for twenty years. For you, I decided to use him to cooperate with your plan. I will give you another pistol. There is nothing better than this in the world.
It’s a weapon. You probably won’t refuse to accept it just like you refuse gold, right?” Monk Jin raised his hand and said, “Thank you, Your Excellency. I salute across the river. I cannot express my gratitude enough!”
...A gust of wind blew over, and Monk Jin shuddered, only to realize that he was sitting in front of the Tianwang Temple in the east of Congzhong Town next to the Handan Ancient Road. The hazy moonlight coated the surrounding scenery with a layer of mercury. Those things that happened not long ago
Suddenly it became very distant. He listened to the sounds around him, and found a man sleeping soundly in the east wing, snoring. This man's surname was Gao, a poor man who came to Beijing to take the exam. There was another person living in the west wing, Monk Jin.
The novice monk I recruited three years ago, whose common name is Yishi, is a man with hard skills in an iron cloth shirt. He can jump across a house and cross a river far away. He was arrested by the government for killing someone. He shaved his head and became the apprentice of a golden monk.
Monk Jin had more than 20 underworld shops in Jiangnan, and most of the guys were his gangster friends. Just as Monk Jin was about to get up and go back to the monastery, the door to the west wing creaked open. Yu Yishi came out wearing a jacket.
Staggering to the back of the hall, he poured a Luliang bottle with a loud bang, put on his shoes and returned to the room. He twisted his face and saw Monk Jin sitting in front of the steps. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked vaguely: "Tangtou
Monk, it’s late at night and you’re still meditating?”
"It's not meditating," Monk Jin said with a smile. "I somehow missed sleep tonight and couldn't fall asleep again. First, Mrs. Han Liu over there cried miserably, and then I saw her going to Huangliangmeng to offer incense to Lu Zu. This
If you don’t come back sooner or later, maybe something happened, right?”
Mrs. Han Liu was a well-known capable woman. She had a young son who was seriously ill. She had seen all the good doctors and tried all the precious medicines, but they all failed. This shrewd and capable old lady was also confused.
, I go to Huangliang Meng to pray to God every midnight.
"Tuberculosis, it's no use asking the Patriarch of Jiutian Dang Demon!" Yu Yishi said and pushed the door open to rest. Monk Jin, because the silver was buried in the back garden of Han's house, came to the house to transform the house several times and wanted to go in, but was blocked.
Outside the door, I wanted to order Yu Yishi to visit Huangliangmeng, and they got close to each other. Just as they were about to talk, the scholar in the east room had been awakened by them, and asked through the window: "Master, who is sick?"
There was a rustling, and he had already dressed and stood up to come out. Monk Jin hurriedly came over to greet him, clasped his hands and said: "It is a sin to alarm the layman, Amitabha!"
The man who came out was named Gao Shiqi. He was a poor man from Qiantang. He was extremely intelligent since he was a child. He was good at poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy, painting, and comedy. Hearing that there was a patient, Gao Shiqi came out and straightened his head.
He wrapped his hat in felt, tucked the flowered cotton wool into his robe, and tightened a long, tattered and discarded belt. He chuckled and said, "I am worried that I don't have enough money to drink. Suddenly I heard that someone has sent me money! Hurry up!
Say, who is sick? Take me to see him!"
"Mr. Bian Pian!" Yu Yishi in the west room chuckled, "Are you Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, or Li Shizhen?" "Qingxu, don't make fun of me!" Monk Jin said to the west room with a straight face, and then turned to face him.
Gao Shiqi said, "Since the layman is proficient in the art of Qihuang, the poor monk will take you to the Han family. Young Master Han only has a chance of survival. It is also a good deed of Buddhism. It is a good thing!" After saying this, he went to hold the lamp and lead the way.
The Han Mansion was right next to the post road that turned north from the east of the town, and the two of them arrived in an instant. However, the housekeeper at the door refused to let them in. He crossed his hands and raised his face and said, "You golden monk is so merciless.
Is it the time for alms in the middle of the night? Come tomorrow!"
"This is the doctor." Monk Jin said with an apologetic smile, "I know that the people in the house are uneasy, so I recommended him to see the young master." "That won't work either." The housekeeper glanced at Gao Shiqi and said decisively, "——
Isn't that my old lady coming back? You go talk to her yourself."
The two of them looked back and saw a row of lanterns lit on the east road. When they got closer, they saw a dozen donkeys riding with long attendants, surrounded by a white-haired old woman, coming slowly. The old woman had her legs crossed.
On the other hand, he turned aside when he reached the door, came down quickly, threw the reins to a servant, glanced at Gao Shiqi, and asked: "Ma Gui, what's going on?"
"Amitabha, the old benefactor is blessed!" Monk Jin hurriedly stepped forward to bow his head and said, "I have always missed the greetings! Monk Wei came here at night, but did not turn to Zhai. He knew that the young master was not well, so he specially recommended Mr. Gao to come for diagnosis..."
"Ma Gui, it's too cold. I asked someone to accompany the two girls to Huangliangmeng to deliver a cotton-padded jacket to the beggar girl. It's so cold that it's in the broken pavilion next to the big pond behind the temple. Do you hear me?
"As he said that, he glanced at Gao Shiqi again and said slowly, "From now on, Mr. Fang in Handan City has seen that he is no longer useful. Please invite a monk again when you do the dojo!" After that, he went straight up.
Up the stairs.
"Hahahaha..." Gao Shiqi suddenly laughed loudly.
Old Mrs. Han stopped and turned around and asked, "What's so funny?"
"I laugh at the ridiculous people, and I laugh at the pitiful people!" Gao Shiqi raised his face to the sky and said coldly, "There are many unfilial sons in the world, but it is rare for my students to have unkind mothers. Today is an eye-opener!"
This was probably the first time that Mrs. Han Liu met such a person. She was startled for a moment, but a smile appeared on her face. Instantly, her eyes glowed with hope and she became friendly: "Maybe my old lady is dazzled. I
You don't look like a doctor, but you look like someone rushing to take the exam - where are you from, have you read any medical books?"
"Three tombs and five canons, eight ropes and nine hills, hundreds of schools of thought, all of which are well understood by my students! Medical skills are of no use!" Gao Shiqi put his hands in his torn sleeves and muttered, "As long as the patient has breath in his body, all
It can be cured. Whether it can be cured or not depends on God and fate. Whether it can be cured or not depends on people. You don’t even know this principle. Not only do you not have the heart of a loving mother, but you are also unjustifiable as a human being." After saying this, he walked away.
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"Mr. Gao!" Mrs. Han Liu suddenly shouted. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, but she held back to prevent them from flowing out. "Who is a mother who doesn't love her children? My stupid son has suffered from this since spring.
Regarding the symptoms, I invited countless famous doctors, but the medicine seemed to be poured on the beach, but it was of no use. Today, I was about to die, and when I asked Lu Zu for his fortune, he said, "The noble star of heaven is in Tai Sui, so it is forbidden to offend"...
It’s not that my old lady is irrational, what can I do about this?” She choked and wiped her tears, and then said, “Since Mr. said so, and you are a good person, maybe you are the noble star, then my son’s bane.
It's time to retreat..." He gave in and asked Gao Shiqi to go in, but then told Ma Gui: "Go to the accounting room and pay two taels of silver, take a piece of silk and give it to the monk, so that he can be sent back to the temple."
Gao Shiqi was also afraid that the delay would last too long and the patient died, so he didn't dare to take the big one anymore. He picked up the corner of the tattered robe in one hand and followed Mr. Liu in. He flashed the gold monk outside the door, took the silver in a daze and left in disappointment.
Han Liu's son, Han Chunhe, had already passed out the phlegm. He was lying upright on the bed, his face as gray as green with white, his belly as swollen as a drum, and his bed was bulging. Gao Shiqi didn't care to watch tea and talk.
First he opened the patient's eyelids and took a look, then pinched his finger at the acupuncture point, then lifted the quilt and lightly tapped the patient's knees twice, but there was no response. After thinking for a moment, he sat by the bed and crossed his legs.
He pulled Han Chun's skinny arm and closed his eyes to check for pulse. After a while, he stood up, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Please speak outside."
Everyone came out of the vestibule and sat down. Old Mrs. Han touched her knees and sighed: "People are like this, but they still talk differently!"
"It's different." Gao Shiqi said, "Young master can hear us talking inside."
"Really!" Mrs. Han Liu was so excited that her body moved and her eyes jumped suddenly, "So he still understands it in his heart!"
"Did you know that your son's illness was misunderstood by common doctors?" Gao Shiqi said in a serious tone, "Looking at the pulse pattern, the left three pulses are as thin as a gossamer and the right pulse is beating wildly. This is because the disease is in the Yin Que and has damaged the Taiyin. His pulse
The illness was not serious at first, it was just due to dryness of fluid and qi. I don’t know why I was angry, or because it was something urgent. As a result, Dongmu’s strong fire took over the middle earth and seriously injured my stomach. I must not be able to eat, even drink water.
Vomit it out - don't be too busy, listen to me. You don't need to look at the prescriptions of the imperial doctors in front of you to know that they all use spices and other medicines, which proves that they treat the disease based on Qi gathering, but they don't know that this is abandoning the original attack.
All of them have become the medicine of tigers and wolves. The Yin liquid dries up day by day, causing the liver and intestines to become blocked, and the Yang Qi to be even more trapped. The more the calamity becomes, the more calamity it becomes..." He shook his head and continued to say, Han Liu's
I stopped anxious early: "Isn't what you said wrong? It's all right! I don't understand the latter part. You just say it can be cured or not!"
Gao Shiqi thought for a moment and replied: "At this point, I don't dare to speak big words. There is still a third of the disease that can be cured -" He stood up and walked away dragging the scraps of his worn shoes.
After two steps, he said to himself: "I'm going to try it with a sweet and soothing medicine. Well, my yin earth likes to be soft, and sweet can take care of the emergency. Yes, heal the liver first and then save the stomach!" Seeing how knowledgeable he was, Mrs. Han Liu said,
He was so cautious, and his face lit up with joy. When he saw that the girl had brought ginseng soup, he hurriedly held it in his hand and said, "Sir, feel free to use the medicine boldly - it's so cold, please bring Mr. Gao a hand stove and ask someone to prepare the table!"
"Gao Shiqi thought for a while, then went to the table and wrote down the recipe.
When Han Liu took it and looked at it, he saw:
Two qian of Xiaobupleurum, four qian of licorice, one liang of white peony root, two qian of five qian of silver root and three qian of silver root.
Tongcao costs one coin, copper wire grass costs one coin, peas costs one coin, and red bran costs five coins.
Boil over high heat and add half a liang of old wine as a starter
They were all common medicines at home, and I couldn't help but be startled. I looked up at Gao Shiqi, but saw that he only smiled and said nothing. Han Liu hurriedly called people to "cook the medicine", but Gao Shiqi was already in front of the table with a big belly.
After chewing, Mrs. Han Liu sighed and sat aside, waiting for news.
When the sky was dimming, Gao Shiqi was already drunk. A servant ran out and shouted happily: "Old lady, the young master burped and farted and woke up!"