About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

Chapter 6

Lin Qingquan worshiped the gods one by one, tied a red silk scarf on the dog god, put a little green hat on the frog god, put a cape on the fox statue, washed his hands with a spoon handle in Mitarai and rinsed his mouth, put sesame oil money into the box, and finally He begged Xiangxiang's safe guardian before leaving.

The secret to prevent the awakening of the magic fetus lies in the royal family.

When going down the mountain, he passed by rows of torii gates again, thinking about this all over his head.

Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to enter the royal family for a lifetime, but doctors are different.

Because no matter how noble and rich people are, they will also get sick.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingquan suddenly stopped.

At sunset, the torii gates are even more red at sunset.

The torii gates are as dazzling as neon lights above his head, and the orange light of the setting sun envelops the sky with burning clouds, like salted egg yolk quicksand flowing down from the gaps between the torii gates, warming his whole body.

All the oranges and reds in the world are worn on the body.

Oversaturated warm colors can undoubtedly enhance people's ambition.

It was in the orange red that covered the sky and the sun that Lin Qingquan made up his mind to become an imperial doctor.

Become an imperial doctor, enter the royal family, and find out a way to prevent the awakening of the devil's fetus.

Imperial physicians are doctors of the highest standard.

Since it is the highest standard, the selection of imperial doctors is very special.

There is no open examination for the general public, and it is necessary to have a good foundation. The current imperial doctor can only select the top one from his disciples and recommend it to the royal family; , in order to obtain the qualification of imperial physician.

The imperial doctors need to live in the imperial palace in Kyoto 24 hours a day to deal with emergencies of the royal family members.

Both Kyoto and Osaka are in Kansai, and are relatively close to each other.

Lin Qingquan didn't intend to go home, but set off directly from Osaka to Kyoto.

He wrote a letter to his family at the letter house at the foot of Kasuga Mountain, and the whole letter consisted of only one sentence:

If you go out for three months, you will return if you don't die.

After posting the letter, it was getting late and it was time for dinner.

The Almighty predicted that he would encounter a flood disaster.Not only did Lin Qingquan not avoid the water, but he deliberately left the dry road instead of going to the Food Street by boat.During the period, I hung bamboo tubes of water around my waist for fear of lack of water.

The people on the same boat said that he was making himself guilty with such a heavy water hanging around his waist.

Lin Qingquan said in a joking tone: "What crime are you looking for? I'm looking for death."

Osaka Castle in the Edo period was called "the kitchen of the world".

Osaka is rich in rice, and because it is close to the sea, the seafood supply is abundant, and the sashimi is cheap and delicious; the handmade dessert is the tofu pudding that is served swayingly; But the volume is as big as a human fist.

Lin Qingquan went to the small workshop to buy Tianle tofu, and walked in the bustling food street full of delicious food.

At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration, and vaguely remembered some memories of his previous life.

In his previous life, he also traveled to Osaka, where he ate Kansai delicacies represented by Okonomiyaki, and took the Nara Line subway with a scenery similar to Japan.

In Nara, he bought deer biscuits to feed the deer, but the plastic bag was bitten by the seemingly docile but cruel Nara deer, and the bento rice balls in the bag were scattered all over the floor.Then the little deer grabbed the hem of his clothes and almost dragged him down, but fortunately, the companions caught him in time.

Yes.He is not traveling alone.

At that time, there was someone beside him.

I just can't remember who that person was or what he looked like.

But that's all from a previous life.

Lin Qingquan shook his head, throwing out all of these things.

He turned a corner and entered an izakaya.

"Welcome your presence." The maid with pink face and red lips raised the bamboo curtain for him.

She smiled enthusiastically, her lips were dotted with cinnabar the size of two cherry blossoms, and the cherry-colored kimono exuded a rich floral fragrance.

Judging from the degree of closure of the epiphyseal line, this maid is not very old, she is still a girl in the growth stage, her figure is very delicate, and her voice is also delicate.

Lin Qingquan glanced at her, walked a few steps forward, then backed up and said to her: "Girl, your heart valve is not fully closed, and there is blood regurgitation."

The maid smiled awkwardly when she heard him say a bunch of strange things: "May I ask the guest... what can you do?"

"I mean, you have a heart attack." Lin Qingquan said, "The illness is not serious, but it can be fatal. You need to start taking traditional Chinese medicine for recuperation."

He changed his shoes, opened the knotted noren curtain, and walked to the depths of the bar under the surprised gaze of the maid.

The izakaya is full of paper lanterns, and black wooden pillars support gorgeous ukiyo-e paintings.The wine jars were piled high, and the smell of plum wine and sake was strong, mixing with the dark red light.

In this atmosphere, taking a sip of alcohol is like taking a sip of red light.

"Please show your samurai crest."

The chef who was cutting the raw fish wiped his hands and said to Lin Qingquan with a smile on his face.

"Family pattern?" Lin Qingquan asked, "What family pattern?"

The chef's face changed, "This is an izakaya for samurai. Are you a samurai?"

"I'm not a samurai, but I'm a doctor. I'm rich."

"It doesn't matter if you have money. Only warriors can drink here. We don't accept civilians. Please go out."

Different from Lin Qingquan's original cognition, a samurai is not a person who carries a sword and fights around, but a "scholar" in "Scholar, Farmer, Industry and Commerce", an elite class in society, belonging to the nobility, and has his own surname and family crest. , You can raise horses with knives and so on.

They have many privileges in social life, such as executing civilians without legal responsibility.

Although Lin Qingquan is a doctor with social status, he is not an aristocrat, and still belongs to a commoner in terms of status.

The chef learned that he was a commoner, and his attitude was much colder.

He put away his smile, fished out a lively fish from the water tank, pressed it on the chopping board, and prepared to slap it faintly before slicing it.

As a result, the fish was very uncooperative and slapped the chopping board with its tail.The chef held it several times, and when he raised his knife to shoot it down, the fish took advantage of the gap and slipped away again.

Lin Qingquan took a skewer skewer, poked it through the fish's nostrils at the right time, and pounded it a few times.The fish was instantly paralyzed.

The chef was shocked: "What did you do?"

"Destroy its central nervous system." Lin Qingquan said.

The chef's face was blue and red, "Even if you help me, you are not qualified to drink here! Get out!"

"Wait a minute. I'll treat him to a drink, so he's eligible to stay here."

The speaker's voice was hoarse, and it could be heard that he was not young.

Following the sound, Lin Qingquan saw an old monk holding a tin staff and wearing a bamboo hat, sitting in a dimly lit corner.

The old monk meditates cross-legged as if in meditation, wearing a blue monk robe, which is really a fairy-tale temperament, which is incompatible with the environment of drinking and eating meat.

"I was originally a high-ranking warrior, and I was also a doctor when I was not a monk. I would like to invite this young colleague to be my guest, is that okay?"

"This...of course it is possible." The chef promised.

Lin Qingquan walked through the alcohol-smelling corridor and sat down opposite the old monk, "Thank you."

There are only pickled vegetables and fried tofu on the table, along with ochazuke rice sprinkled with dried plums and seaweed, and a pot of tea.

All vegan.

"You came to the tavern just to eat these?" Lin Qingquan asked in surprise.

"Of course not." The old monk looked indifferent, "I came here to follow a man. I have been following him for nearly a month. He entered this wine room, and I followed him. I ordered these meals just to stay in the wine room Just watch him."

Lin Qingquan asked curiously: "You have been chasing someone for a month? Who is it?"

"A host that is parasitized like you."

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, Lin Qingquan coughed twice, "You know I am..." He stopped.

The old monk smiled without saying a word, poured a cup of tea for Lin Qingquan, and pushed the hot tea bowl in front of him.He picked up the tea bowl again, first smelled the aroma of the tea, and then took a sip, drinking like a nobleman.

Although he was old, his hand bones were slender, and his middle finger wore an opal ring with the word "Kong" engraved on it.

"Empty? Empty again?" Lin Qingquan remembered the badge in the rebel's luggage, "You are empty, what organization are you?"

The old monk said: "Anyone who has supernatural powers to see the magic fetus and wants to do something to prevent the recovery of the magic power can join Kong. The organization of Kong is free to advance and retreat, and the purpose is to pass without a trace, so every member has no Say your name or code name. When the recovery of magic power should be blocked, the space will appear immediately; after the recovery of magic power is stopped, the space will disappear. In short, the members of the space uphold the principle of being without being, and being without being. ..."

"Stop, stop..." Lin Qingquan waved his hands, "I don't understand."

"Once you get in touch with emptiness, you will naturally understand it. The emptiness can only be understood, not explained in words."

Lin Qingquan began to think about it, and asked: "Then do you know a person named Rebel?"

The old monk smiled, "Treason, that's too much. I don't know which one you are talking about."

"Too many?"

"As I said just now, each member of Kong does not say his name. As long as he joins Kong, the unity is called Kong; as long as he quits Kong, the unity is called traitor Kong."

The old monk put down his teacup and slowly pointed in a direction, "Okay, let's stop talking. Didn't you ask who I am looking for? Look there."

One month ago, the first samurai was drinking heavily, and he kept putting fish in his mouth. The appearance of eating was very unsightly, as if the animals were eating feed.A yellow and thin ankle was exposed under the fat hakama trousers.

There was yellow-brown ascites in the liver area, and the color of the liver was also abnormal.

This is what Lin Qingquan saw through.But it doesn’t really matter what’s inside, just looking at the outside, the samurai’s lips are dark and purple, and his complexion is darker and yellower than that of healthy people, which shows that there is something wrong with his body.

Liver cancer, early and mid stage by visual inspection.

"The samurai's liver was damaged, so he was inspired to parasitize the devil's fetus." The old monk said, "I followed him for a month. I found that he loves fish, especially raw fish and fish roe. He often goes to Yoshihara to hug wandering girls. , has the habit of drinking heavily, and does not know what moderation is. In fact, his physical condition does not allow him to do it anymore."

"It's not just liver damage, it can be said to be terminally ill. This kind of disease is not painful in the early stage, and it is mostly in the middle and late stage when people notice something is wrong."

Lin Qingquan stared at the warrior for a long time, observing from head to toe several times, "However, where is his magic fetus?"

The samurai felt something, glanced over here, got up and walked over, "Hey, let me tell you, what are you talking about behind my back?"

He was so drunk that he slurred his speech and punched the table with his fist, his already red face became even redder under the red light.

The table was shaken so vigorously that the teapots and bowls were overturned, and the hot soup was spilled.

Lin Qingquan stood up awkwardly.The old monk didn't say a word, just patted the water stains on his clothes, and continued to drink tea calmly.

The samurai got his hands on, pulled Lin Qingquan's collar, and approached him with a mouth full of alcohol, "I said...you haven't shaved your head, you are a commoner of the town. Even if I kill you, it is legal."

Lin Qingquan just smiled: "When you die, it will be very painful."

The samurai was enraged, and tremblingly prepared to draw his sword.

It was at this time that Lin Qingquan saw the most exciting scene since time travel:

A pus-blue granule popped out of the warrior's liver, resembling a fish egg.

This fish egg splits into an identical fish egg; one life produces two, two produces four... In this way, countless fish eggs divide exponentially one after another, accumulate outside the liver, and multiply rapidly like endlessly dividing cancer cells.

The dense pus-blue fish eggs seem to have self-consciousness, they can flow and separate, and they rush to the lungs and heart, and they are still visible to the naked eye. It is very disgusting, like a moldy human body with worms, rotting from the inside out .

The old monk finally put down the teacup, "This is his magic fetus."

"This is a magic fetus?!" Lin Qingquan was shocked, "Why is it like this?"

The old monk said quietly: "It's different from yours. His magic fetus is not highly spiritual, and cannot mimic."

The fish roe running around gathered in the liver area, flowing like boiling fat, forming a rough human shape.

A human form made of countless fish eggs.

The human form has no facial features, and the newly split fish eggs are constantly popping up and breaking on the surface, and then new fish eggs fill their places one after another.Numerous fish eggs squeezed and swallowed each other, and the human figure continued to swell like fermented dough. The outline of the limbs and head became clearer, and the shape of the nose and lips seemed to be nothing, facing Lin Qingquan head-on.

Although it has no face, Lin Qingquan strongly feels that it is staring at him.

If Lin Qingquan didn't know the existence of such a creature as the magic fetus, Lin Qingquan would have thought it was liver cancer.

The samurai's eyes became straight, and his stomach was stretched out, as big as Liujia.

With a bang, the blood mist dispersed.

The magic tire swelled to about one meter, broke through the warrior's belly and jumped out, bent down to eat the dead host, the scene was shocking.The samurai's face still maintained a straight expression.

"The devil's fetus has awakened." The old monk stood up holding his tin staff tightly with a serious face.

There were screams everywhere, and the people in the izakaya ran away in fright, congested in the narrow passage, the orange salmon fillets and roasted bird meat were trampled all over the ground, the wine bottle was knocked over, and the strong smell of wine washed away with the shouts of everyone. On the roof of the izakaya, waves of screams bombarded.

Everyone was quite frightened.

The demon picked up the host's head, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it with a thud.

Lin Qingquan stood stiffly.

He seemed to see his own future.

The old monk walked up to Lin Qingquan, and asked solemnly, as if interrogating: "Where do you come from?"

"……What's wrong with me?"

"The awakening of the magic fetus occurs under strong stimulation." The old monk said, "It just glanced at you, and it was stimulated to awaken."