Bingdijin: Medical Immortal Tribulation

The bloody change on a full moon night turned the glazed tiles of the Medical Immortal Valley into a Shura field. Ten-year-old Chu Mingyi curled up in the secret compartment of the medicine cabinet, watching the golden snake-pattern tattoo on Taoist Xuanyi's wrist gouging into his mother's heart - the blue light was exactly the same as the tattoo of the leader of the southern Xinjiang caravan three days ago, but with the addition of blood-dropping snake eyes. Ten years later, the orphan of the Medical Immortal, whose pseudonym was Su Wan, tore off her triple mask: the gentle eyes of the medical woman at the Royal Pharmacy concealed the cold blade of the Xuanming Pavilion killer, and the remaining pages of the "Green Bag Supplement" in the palm of Prince Xiao Jingheng were imprinted with her father's handwriting. When Prince Ning's palace sent a poisonous arrow engraved with the year of Bingxu, the ashes of lotus flowers on his mother's embroidered shoes were discovered at the Imperial Hospital fire scene, and the dormant truth began to bite back. In the mist of the deep palace, the queen's pulse is carrying the cold poison of the forbidden magic in the Immortal Medical Valley, and the dragon birthmark on Xiao Jingheng's back perfectly coincides with the blood painting on his mother's deathbed. When the purple smoke of the alchemy furnace rose, Su Wan finally saw clearly what had happened over twenty years - the so-called elixir of immortality was actually an evil poison that needed to be watered with the blood of the Medical Immortal; and in the black shadow of the broken glazed tiles that night, the crown of the Ninth Five-Year Master was shaking. When the sword of revenge points towards the supreme imperial power, Su Wan's mask is not the only one that is shattered in the reflection of the cold pool. When Xiao Jingheng used her body as a shield to block the rainstorm pear blossom needle that was shot at her, the splash of blood drew the last prescription on the "Green Bag Supplement". On the ruins of the reborn Medical Immortal Valley, three hundred boys chanted the Medical Sutra of Salvation in unison. The silver bells on their wrists resonated with the clear sound on that blood-moon night twenty years ago.