Chapter 2 Chapter Two: Materia Medica Ghost Doctor

In the end, I couldn't help being curious, coupled with the temptation of the golden thread and silver toad—not to mention, I raised my hand and took a photo around. The tomb bricks on the ground don't seem to have been dug up recently. , there is another temple nearby, so I don't think there will be any unclean things. Since Yinchan can go in, what am I afraid of? Thinking, I turned on the flashlight, held the medicine shovel tightly, and walked towards the ancient tomb. Judging from the tomb bricks scattered on the ground, this is probably a tomb of the Ming Dynasty, and it is unknown who it belonged to. It may be that the descendants of later generations migrated, so no one went to fill the tomb. After a long time, it finally collapsed.

After walking a few steps, I felt that the ancient tomb was quite big, and the space inside was not small. At the end of a not-so-long corridor, the terrain suddenly opened up, and a tomb about four meters square appeared in front of me. . Originally, I thought that the ancient tomb had collapsed for a long time, but the moment I saw the tomb, I changed my mind - on the ground, a coffin with mottled paint was scattered on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and there were even some Thick bones, scattered on the ground. This is definitely not the natural collapse of the ancient tomb. This is the result of someone robbing the tomb and violently prying open the coffin. Moreover, judging from the crack marks on the coffin, the ancient tomb should have been stolen for some years—— Because the rotten coffin, whether soaked in rain or not, looked wet, but there was a finger-thick wisteria wrapped around it, which shone with a faint golden light under the light of the flashlight.

The ancients do not deceive me. Wherever the golden thread and silver toad haunt, there is an elixir. This vine looks ordinary, but I recognized it just the same. In the cold place, the vine leaves that should have been green seemed to have a layer of blackness. With a flashlight on, I strode forward, followed the vine leaves of Polygonum multiflorum, looking for the root, and wanted to dig it out—unexpectedly, the root system of Polygonum multiflorum was actually buried in an open coffin, and, Inside the open coffin, the vines and leaves were entangled like a big net, densely entangled in the coffin.

I am a little hesitant. The Polygonum multiflorum that grows in this place is naturally different from other Polygonum multiflorum, and must have been influenced by the Yin Qi of the deceased—but such things are rare in a hundred years. If they are used well, there will be others. Wonderful use, among the medicinal materials I need, I need something like this. I took out the medicine scissors I carried with me from the rucksack, and swiftly cut off all the entangled vine dragons. Inside the open coffin, a rotten skeleton was exposed, half-hidden in the rotten soil. .Over the years, this skeleton has been exposed to the air, and it has rotted beyond recognition, and the appearance of a person can be vaguely seen.

But the root system of Polygonum multiflorum was buried under the ribs of the skeleton. I hesitated for a moment, the bones have decayed like this, even if I don’t move them, they will be destroyed in a few years, and there is no desecration of the corpse—so, I took a medicine shovel and dug decisively Going down, just as I expected, the skeleton has decayed, but it keeps its original appearance. Digging it with a medicine shovel is no different from digging ordinary soil. But after a while, I dug out the whole tuberous stem of Polygonum multiflorum. Thinking about how old this Polygonum multiflorum is, it actually has the thickness of an arm, probably because of the influence of the corpse. Polygonum multiflorum actually looks like a human being, with complete hands and feet, and even the head has faint traces of eyebrows and eyes, which is very vivid.I wiped it with a rag to wipe off the dirt, and there were a few streaks of bright red blood on the white and tender Polygonum multiflorum.

Sure enough, this thing absorbs the yin energy of the world, and the blood energy of the dead, and even brews the legendary blood-scarred Polygonum multiflorum—if this thing is used well, it will almost have the effect of bringing the dead back to life. If you are not careful, it will also kill people. I couldn't hide the joy in my heart. Sure enough, wherever the golden thread and silver toad appeared, there were miracle medicines. The ancients did not deceive me. I wrapped the bloodshot fleece-flower root in a rag, put it in a canvas bag, packed up the medicine shovel and scissors, and wanted to leave with a flashlight. Now, why don't I do a good deed, cover the lid of the coffin next to it, and let it melt with the soil for a long time, wouldn't it be good?Is it not in vain for today's good fortune?

Thinking of this, I turned around to move the broken coffin lid, trying to cover it, but when I was lifting the coffin lid, I tripped and almost fell down, so I was busy taking a flashlight to take a picture. It was just discovered that there was a long black lacquered ceramic jar on the ground, which was originally hidden from view by the coffin lid, and in this place, it was covered with moss, at first glance, it was not eye-catching at all. Curious in my heart, I took a flashlight and peeled off a layer of moss on the top of the ceramic jar. Inside——the jar has exquisite patterns, but it’s so old that I can’t tell what the painting is.

But based on this alone, I can guarantee that this thing is definitely not a modern thing. Could it be the burial object of the tomb owner?The other things were stolen by the tomb robbers, and this ceramic jar was worthless, so the tomb robbers didn't like it?Or, was it accidentally left out? As I thought about it, I wanted to throw it into the coffin. Since it is a sacrificial object, let it accompany the owner of the tomb. However, the moment I wanted to throw it in, I was surprised to find that there was something inside the ceramic jar. When I shook it in my hand, something inside shook slightly.

I couldn't hide my curiosity, so I immediately found a rag, held the wooden stopper of the ceramic jar, and pulled it out vigorously—although it has been a few years, the wooden stopper is a little tight, but it hasn't completely rotted away, and I don't know What kind of material is it, but I didn't take much effort to pull it out. To be careful, I turned the black ceramic jar upside down and dumped the contents on the ground, but to my surprise, there was nothing rare in it, let alone valuables such as gold, silver and jewelry. The brocade silk was rolled and tied with cotton thread, and now the cotton thread has completely rotted away.

I opened the brocade carefully, and as soon as my finger touched the brocade, there was a finger-sized hole in the brocade, and I couldn't help screaming: "It's a pity!" Therefore, be more careful and open the brocade silk. This brocade silk may be the epitaph of the owner of the tomb, which records his life story-of course, when rich and noble people were buried in ancient times, the epitaph would be recorded and hidden under the pillow of the tomb owner. There are also people who will use the method of engraving pictures to draw all kinds of life of the tomb owner, or draw them on the wall of the tomb, or carve them on the coffin, and so on.

I carefully spread out the scroll of brocade on the ground, and sure enough, there were densely packed handwriting on it. It seems that my judgment is correct. This is really an epitaph? I held up the flashlight and looked at it carefully, and when I saw it, I was suddenly shocked-what kind of epitaph is this?This is actually an ancient medical book? I am a medical student myself, and I am still a slant, not an orthodox medical way. If this thing falls into the hands of others, it will definitely be dismissed as absurd, but the more I look at it, the more frightened I am-- After reading it carefully from beginning to end, it was finally determined that this was actually a ghost doctor chapter on herbal medicine that had been lost since the Ming Dynasty.According to the legend, Li Shizhen wrote it. He spent more than 30 years of hard work in practicing it himself. It can be called a masterpiece of vomiting and blood. It records 1,892 kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, 374 kinds of new medicines, and various prescriptions. More than 11,000 species... This medical treasure has been preserved perfectly, which can be said to be a grand event for the Chinese nation, but—as we know, Li Shizhen also wrote "Materia Medica Ghost Doctor" in his own practice. The heaven and the earth produce Yin and Yang, and all things in the world are born of these two Qis. Therefore, there are poisons and good medicines. Poisons can kill people and make them invisible, but good medicines can cure diseases and prolong life. This is common sense that ordinary people know, but everyone in my generation knows that medicine is three-point poisonous, and how to use it depends on the intention of using it. Heart. "Materia Medica Ghost Doctor" is not going the wrong way, it records rare poisons. It is said that in his later years, Li Shizhen worried that this "Ghost Doctor" would fall into the hands of unscrupulous people, so he burned it, and only a few of them A prescription has been handed down, but the general outline has never been handed down. And what is recorded on this brocade silk is the general outline of "Materia Medica Ghost Doctor", plus 21 strange prescriptions. My heart is beating wildly. Now, this brocade can no longer be preserved, and it will be reduced to ashes when a gust of wind blows—this treasure in the history of human medicine will never be reproduced again. Find a notebook and a pen inside, and quickly record it. I put all my attention on that volume of "Materia Medica Ghost Doctor", and I didn't let out a sigh until I recorded the last prescription. At this moment, I suddenly and clearly heard a soft sigh from behind me, very light and cold... "Who?" I asked almost instinctively. While speaking, I turned my head to the ground and looked at the ground--at this glance, I couldn't help being out of my wits, and there was a pair of feet behind me. Yes, that person was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes. Judging from their style, they didn't look like modern things. Further up, there was a long black robe on top of the shoes... "Ghost?" My heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, I picked up the medicine shovel, shouted, and slapped down on the back. The medicine shovel in my hand fell into the air, and I hesitated and suddenly used too much force, and my arm was a little painful. I held up the flashlight and turned around - behind me, there was nothing, nothing...