Chapter 1151: Keep a Hand

"What smells so good?"

"It's like grilled fish...... Some were burnt. Township, Village, Talk, Net"

The bodyguards guarding outside the Zen courtyard glanced at each other, and their eyes showed strange expressions. This is Kinkakuji Temple, why at this point in time, there are still people grilling fish nearby? It's really unscientific!

However, it tastes really weird. It's a little unbearable!

"Luckily, I also brought some supper!" At this moment, one of the bodyguards pulled a bag of beef jerky out of his pocket and began to chew on it.

When the companion on the side saw it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes angrily, and said, "Bastard, why do you only care about yourself when you have delicious food?

"Alright, alright, I'll share a little bit with you, remember to keep your voice quiet, and don't let anyone else see it. The bodyguard handed over half a bag of beef jerky.

Then, the two of them sneakily ate beef jerky here.

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A welcoming temple to the west of Kinkaku-ji Temple.

Because Mrs. Fujiwara was going to live here for a few days, someone from the Fujiwara family soon came to clean up the room and bring some common things.

Back in the room, Fujiwara saw a room full of people busy making her bed and folding quilts, and even the tatami mats in the Zen room were replaced with the brands she was used to. She waved her hand and said, "Leave two people to take care of my mother, and the others go down to rest!"

"Hai!" all but the two female attendants who took care of her mother respectfully withdrew.

"Ahhhh

Although I don't know what she said, Fujiwara Ayaka knows that her mother is probably asking, how is the situation?

Fujiwara Ayaka knelt next to Mrs. Fujiwara, took her hand, and helped her mother sit and stretch the curling refining movements according to the movements Yang Yunfan taught her. Township, Village, Talk, and Net said in a gentle voice: "Mom, you will be fine tomorrow." Don't worry, get a good night's sleep tonight and it'll all be over. Don't you often say that you want to watch me get married, watch me give birth, and help me bring my grandchildren? If your health doesn't improve, how can I be in the mood to get married? Fortunately, it's all over......"

After a pause, Fujiwara Ayaka remembered Yang Yunfan's handsome and warm smile, and his heart couldn't help relaxing, and said, "God really merciful, let us meet Doctor Yang in this small temple......

Although Mrs. Fujiwara couldn't understand her daughter's words, Fujiwara Ayaka's voice was calm and soft, and listening to it in her ears, she couldn't help but calm down her nervous mood.

As soon as it was quiet, Mrs. Fujiwara became a little sleepy, and she yawned profusely.

Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Ayaka also smiled slightly, and said, "Mom, you rest early, tomorrow, your illness will be cured!"

With that, Ayaka Fujiwara withdrew.

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On the other side, the monk Wuxiang came to the scripture pavilion in the temple.

In this scripture pavilion, there are not only Buddhist classics, cultivation exercises, but also some various classics, sect records, and wild history stories collected from other countries through various channels.

Monk Wuxiang usually likes to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see that this can allow him to expand his knowledge and enrich himself.

After getting the piece of paper given to him by Yang Yunfan, he didn't sleep all night, flipping through some Chinese medical classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in a vain attempt to find some clues.

It's just that many of the classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are traditional Chinese medicine classics from hundreds of years ago, and they don't seem to have kept up with the trend of modern medicine.

The monk looked through it for a long time, but he didn't find a similar treatment.

Therefore, Yang Yunfan's things recorded on the paper especially made him feel magical.

"There are nine kinds of acupuncture and moxibustion methods! Each of them has a much higher success rate than Western medicine in treating aphasia! Is Chinese medicine really so miraculous? In the past 100 years, our country has not had the opportunity to pay attention to Chinese medicine, has it reached a new peak?"

Monk Wuxiang looked at the treatment methods on the paper, and couldn't help but look at them one by one, there were some places that he didn't understand very well, and there were some places where he had some impressions.

However, medicine is a science, and there is no room for the slightest idea of "based on impression" or "so-so".

These nine treatment methods are inevitably the same as the solution of mathematical problems, although the process is different, there can be internal conditions.

If he can see through the mystery, then he can naturally take a step forward in medical skills.

It's just that, looking at it, the monk Wuxiang always feels that Yang Yunfan seems to have omitted something. Although he writes the acupuncture points very clearly, how to do acupuncture?

How much effort?

How many points does a needle stick?

How long does it take to keep the needle in?

What is the order of acupuncture?

What kind of techniques do you use to go to acupuncture?

In this, if you make a permutation and combination, there are hundreds of possibilities. Phaseless monks can't try them one by one, right?

After a long time, the monk finally understood, let out a long sigh, and said bitterly: "Sure enough, he still kept a hand!"

In fact, when he came to the Scripture Pavilion, he wanted to study these treatment methods thoroughly, and then recorded them in his own book.

The Zen monks of Kinkakuji Temple can enter the Scripture Pavilion at will. One is to read the notes of predecessors, and the other is to leave one's own cultivation experience and even what he has learned all his life. In this way, even if they passed away, they left a great fortune for Kinkakuji.

The monk Wuxiang came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with great interest, but found that he couldn't write a word after thinking about it for a long time when he picked up the pen.

Because, this is the true biography of his life! There is no room for the slightest falsehood! If he records vague information, won't it harm the disciples of the younger generations?

After sitting all night, the sky gradually brightened, but the monk Wuxiang did not write a word.

"Alas......"

The monk sighed slightly, and stuffed the book that belonged to him back into the dark compartment again.

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The purple air is coming from the east, the morning light is faint, and it is a good sunny day!

Yang Yunfan stretched his waist, walked out of the meditation room, and twisted his neck.

"The tatami mats of the Wa country are not good to sleep on. Or the bed at home is comfortable to sleep on. He muttered as he shook his somewhat sour arm.

Last night, Ye Qingxue, the girl, hugged his arm as a pillow and slept all night. And they didn't let him move, which tortured him to death.

"Dr. Yang, you're up!Breakfast, do you have anything you particularly want to eat?" Early in the morning, Ayaka Fujiwara was waiting outside the Zen Temple. Yang Yunfan was willing to treat her mother, and there was no payment at all, which made Fujiwara Aya Xiang very unhappy, and she realized that Yang Yunfan seemed to have a soft spot for food, so she did what she liked, and called all the famous chefs in the Kyoto area up the mountain last night.

At this time, there were more than a dozen chefs with big shoulders and round waists and white hats standing at the door of the meditation room!

"They are ......"

Seeing these people, Yang Yunfan was also taken aback. What's the situation? When we came together in the morning, we saw a dozen butchers?

Fujiwara Ayaka smiled slightly, and then introduced to Yang Yunfan meticulously: "Doctor Yang, these are the ten most famous chefs in the Kyoto area, they are good at Southeast Asian cuisine, Chinese cuisine, Japanese cuisine, French cuisine, Korean cuisine...... What kind of cuisine would you like to eat this morning?"

Yang Yunfan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Nima, did you come to the wrong place, this introduction style seems to be filming an idol drama......