Wu Song checked the pulse of the child and found out that he was suffering from a very strange disease. There was an extremely heavy filthy aura in his body, which caused his blood veins to be blocked, and his essence could not flow.

This is very unusual, because children are full of vitality, and their bodies should be full of essence and filth. The kid in front of me is the opposite.

Wu Song transported the Thousand Prescription Sutra, turned into a good medicine for ventilation, and gave it to the child. After a few moments, a trace of blood appeared on the child's face, and his condition improved.

Zhang Yilu asked, "What's the matter with this kid?"

"The accumulation of filthy qi in the body leads to a lack of energy. Wu Song said, "Moreover, I see that most of these villagers have the same symptoms as children. ”

"Why is this happening? Could it be because of the filthy atmosphere in this place?" Zhang Yilu frowned.

Between heaven and earth, there is Yuan Qi, which is the most fundamental Qi. Then the vitality gradually separates the filthy qi and the essence qi, and when the filthy qi enters the body, it will make people sick, and when the essence qi enters the body, it will make people feel uplifted.

At the time of birth, there is only vitality in the body. Later, as we age, our vitality will change into two types of energy: filthy qi and essence qi.

Human life is different, and the two kinds of qi will also be more or less in the body. People who are addicted to alcohol will have more and more filth in their bodies, and their health will become worse and worse.

And those who practice diligently will have more and more essence in their bodies, and they can prolong their lives and avoid all diseases.

Now the whole village has a foul smell in their bodies, and it cannot be that they are all addicted to wine, but there must be some other reason.

"You haven't left yet?" asked the old man who came out of a room just now and saw Wu Song and the others.

"Old man, you live here, can you beg for a bowl of water?"

Wu Song walked towards the old man with a smile, he used the excuse of begging for water to drink, he wanted to talk to the old man and inquire about the strange situation of the villagers.

The old man hesitated, but said, "Come on, all of you." ”

When they came to the old man's house, which was too small to accommodate so many people, they stayed outside.

The old man returned to the house, took out a handful of unknown grass from a jar, and brought a bowl.

He took the handful of grass and placed it on top of the bowl, and with both hands, he squeezed the green juice out of the grass.

Wu Song and the others glanced at each other, with a puzzled look in their eyes, and they didn't know what the old man was doing. A handful of grass only squeezed out half a bowl of juice, then the old man looked at the bowl, hesitated again, and finally turned around and took another handful of grass and continued to squeeze out the juice.

After getting a bowl full of juice, the old man came outside with the bowl, handed it to Wu Song, and said, "Drink." ”

There was a thin layer of white foam floating on the juice in the bowl, Wu Song looked at the bowl of juice, his face showed embarrassment, and he hesitated, "Old man, just give me a bowl of water." ”

"Drink this, this is sweet, it's a licorice I found in the mountains, and it's not poisonous. We all drink this now, and we only dare to drink this. The old man leaned against the door frame and said lightly.

He looked at the villagers on the street with a sad look on his face.

Wu Song heard what the old man said, and asked tentatively, "Old man, is there something wrong with the water you have here?"

"Alas," the old man sighed after listening to Wu Song's words, and then said slowly after a long time, "You have also seen that almost everyone in our village is sick, and now they are half dead, and one foot has entered the coffin.

But five years ago, they were all healthy, not sick at all. ”

"What happened five years ago?" Wu Song said.

"Five years ago, the stream hadn't dried up," said the old man, looking up at the sky with a look of remembrance, "Five years ago, we were fine here, until one day, they came.

They built a dam upstream to cut off the water from the creek. Our village has lived on that stream for generations, and if we cut it off, wouldn't that stop us from living?

We went to them to theorize, but they were all monks, and their cultivation was profound, so they beat our people and drove them back.

They are too powerful for us to provoke, so we have to find another way. We dug a well in the village and finally got water. However, soon, people in our village fell ill one after another.

In the second year, more than a dozen of those who were old died. We are all farmers who do our duty, and we don't know what this is all about.

Later, a wandering Lang Zhong came to us by chance, and after drinking our water, he told us that there was filth in the water, and drinking it for a long time would make people sick and die. Only then did we understand why the villagers were sick and no longer dared to drink the water here.

But Lang Zhong told us that even if you don't drink water, you can't do it, and you will still get sick. Because the entire underground has been polluted by filth, people on the ground will be eroded by filth day and night. If you want to save your life, you need to get out of here quickly.

We have lived here for generations, we are all relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water, we have no skills, we leave here, and when we go outside, we still starve to death, so everyone can only live next to each other here. ”

"Damn! It's so hateful! Who the hell are those people? Why do they sit down and do such a hurtful thing?"

Wu Song said angrily.

"They are a cultivator sect called the Red Lotus Sect, I heard that there are also innate realm masters in the sect, they are all immortals, we really can't afford to provoke them. The old man said.

"But what are they going to do by cutting the brook, and why is it so filthy as soon as they come?"

Zhang Yilu suddenly asked.

"We don't know about that. The old man shook his head.

"We're going to go to them and ask them face to face. Wu Song said, and he was about to leave after speaking.

Everyone agreed with Wu Song's idea and followed him to the outside of the village.

"Oh, a few, this can't be done, the Red Lotus Gate is very powerful, just a few of you, if you go, it's just a death, you can't do it." ”

The old man hurriedly dissuaded.

"Don't worry, old man, we are all monks, and we are not afraid of them. Wu Song comforted the old man.

The old man insisted on not letting Wu Song and them go, and stopped in front of everyone.

Just as they were at a stalemate, a group of people suddenly came from outside the village. When the sick villagers on the street saw these people, they all looked frightened, propped themselves up, went into their houses, and closed the door tightly.

When the old man saw those people, he was also very scared, and hurriedly said to Wu Song and the others, "The people from the Red Lotus Gate are here, you should hide quickly and don't let them see it, otherwise it will be troublesome." ”

After saying that, the old man went into his house and closed the door.

Wu Songxin said, without waiting for himself to find it, the people from the Red Lotus Gate sent it to the door by themselves.

Wu Song and the others stood on the street, waiting for the people from the Red Lotus Gate to come.

There were more than a dozen people in the Red Lotus Gate, and the leader was a strong man about thirty years old, this person was eight feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, a face full of meat, and a fierce light in his eyes.

He carried a large knife and swaggered over.

A man was probably too sick to walk, crawling on the ground, trying to crawl back to his house.

When the people from the Red Lotus Gate came, he just crawled to the middle of the road. The stout man flew up with a kick, kicked the man a few meters away, and said, "If you want to die, you will die." ”

The man fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, and he couldn't live.

"In broad daylight, you dare to kill and injure innocents, do you still have the royal law in your eyes?

"Which dead mouse from a rat hole are you that dare to meddle with Lao Tzu's business?" said the stout man.

"Hmph! For people like you who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard, I naturally have to come out and take care of it. Wu Song snorted coldly.

"Look for death! Take them down. The sturdy man waved his hand and ordered his men to deal with Wu Song and the others.

A group of subordinates rushed over, picked up the blades in their hands, and slashed at Wu Song's head.

Wu Song did not dodge or dodge, saw the timing of the blade, stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it on the blade. There was only a slight cracking sound, and the blade of that man broke in two.

One of them flew upside down and hit his subordinates on the head, instantly striking a blood mark. The man staggered backwards, fell to the ground, and fainted.

The other subordinates were also cooked by Zhang Yilu and others in the blink of an eye.

A group of subordinates who were still arrogant just now were lying on the ground at this time, crying out in pain.

"It's useless! I still need to go out myself!"

The sturdy man waved the big knife in his hand, shouted, and rushed towards Wu Song.

Wu Song looked at his pace, and there was some cultivation on his body, and he immediately concentrated on the enemy.

The strong man's big knife was cut off on the head, Wu Song dodged it sideways, clenched his fist with his right hand, lifted the Celestial Elephant Fist, and punched him under the ribs.

The sturdy man dodged in time, flattened the big knife in his hand, and slashed Wu Song horizontally. The angle of this knife is tricky, the force is fierce, and the end is not to be underestimated.

Wu Song's exercise method changed, changed to Shenfeng without a shadow, and the second layer of the exercise was activated, and a Yuanli long sword suddenly appeared in his right hand, colliding with the strong man's broadsword.

The swords intersected, and only a slight 'snort' was heard, and the strong man's broadsword was cut off from the middle by Wu Song's long sword.

"Huh!?" the stout man was shocked, never expecting his big knife to be cut off.

When the sturdy man was stunned, Wu Song stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder with a palm.

This palm sealed the strong man's meridians, and his shoulders were useless for a while.

The stout man staggered back, barely settling on his feet.

Wu Song was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he saw the strong man kneeling down with a thud, and said again and again, "Grandpa, grandpa, the little one knows that he is wrong, spare his life." ”

Wu Song hesitated for a moment, he didn't expect a strong man to come out like this.

Seeing that Wu Song hesitated, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand secretly reached into his arms and took out a piece of something.

It was like a pebble, crystal clear and smooth.

He took the stone and quickly shook it at Wu Song. A white light came out of the spar, Wu Song saw the opportunity quickly, his figure flashed, and he had already hidden in the distance, not being hit by the white light.

By the time the white light disappeared, there was no more stout man on the ground.