In the village, there is not a single family with the smell of medicine, almost every family is boiling medicine, and I saw outsiders passing by, and some people walked out.

When he saw Ziyu's tattered monk's robe and unkempt hair, someone joined him together, and Ziyu also returned the salute with a halt.

They said something to Ziyu, but Ziyu couldn't understand it, but from their eyes, they could see that they were full of worry, sadness, and fear.

A little boy of six or seven years old was boiling a pot of black things in front of a broken grass hut, Ziyu could smell that it was medicine, and the whole village was wafting with this smell.

Ziyu came to the little boy, the little boy looked very weak, but his eyes were bright.

He blinked, guessing what this person was trying to do, but he could see the kindness in Ziyu's eyes.

Ziyu squatted down, picked up a branch on the medicine jar, and dialed the medicine inside, his brows gradually furrowed.

He is considered a Dan Master and a Medicine Master, and he has obtained both Dan Dao and Heal Dao in the Stargazing Terrace.

Although there are differences between Dan Dao and Yi Dao, there are still many places that are still connected, and when the two are combined, in fact, his medical skills are beyond reach.

It was precisely because he knew how to heal that he smelled that this medicine was wrong outside the village, so he couldn't help but walk in.

After seeing the medicine inside, he picked up the jar and poured it on the ground, but no one stopped him, as if he should have poured it out.

Ziyu handed the medicine jar to the little boy, motioned the little boy to wash the medicine jar, the little boy glanced at the person standing next to him, and then picked up the medicine jar and entered the house.

Ziyu followed into the house, there was a man and a woman in the room, the woman was asleep on the bed, and her face looked thin and dark.

The man next to her, like her, was so thin that he was skinny, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Ziyu put his hand on the man's pulse and checked it, then turned around and walked out of the house.

There were already many people standing at the door, and they all looked at Ziyu with the same eyes, and they slowly got out of the way when Ziyu came out.

Ziyu pointed to a few young people who looked slightly better, motioned for them to follow him, and then collected herbs on the nearby hillside, and whenever he collected a herb, he showed them to them, and motioned for them to look for it.

It took Ziyu half a day to collect all the herbs he needed, and then began to cook them for them.

When the potion was almost ready, he added a few drops of the elixir to it, and then motioned for the little boy to bring it to her parents.

After the man took the medicine, he first carefully fed his wife, and then drank a bowl of it himself. After a while, black beads of sweat appeared on the heads of the man and woman, and the little boy was very sensible, and immediately took out a coarse cloth and wiped the beads of sweat from his mother.

The woman and the man spat out a few mouthfuls of black stuff, and their faces changed suddenly, and so did the man.

The woman looked at Ziyu holding her arms and remembered, Ziyu quickly suppressed it and motioned for her to rest.

The man stood up and kowtowed to Ziyu a few times.

Ziyu helped him up, and then there was a sound of his knees hitting the ground outside.

The people standing at the door all knelt down, with dry tears in their eyes, and Ziyu suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

Ziyu turned around and walked out of the house and continued to boil the medicine.

After a while, they found a few more medicine jars and joined the boiling process.

Ziyu asked the person who was picking herbs with him just now to continue to go to the mountains to collect medicines, while he stared at the medicine jar, not knowing what he was thinking.

These people had been infected with voodoo, but he had never heard of a monk in the cultivation realm who knew witchcraft.

He knew this voodoo, and he had seen it in the Great Desert Tower, could it be that there were also monks who practiced witchcraft in this cultivation realm?

But how can such a monk who knows witchcraft attack the worldly mortals, this is against the way of heaven.

Here Ziyu spent three days to treat more than 50 people, as long as the people in the village saw Ziyu, they would bow to Ziyu.

At first, Ziyu didn't let them worship, but they couldn't stop it, in their hearts, Ziyu was their savior, a living Buddha.

They have nothing to show but worship to show their gratitude and their feelings.

After treating these people, when Ziyu was about to leave, someone stopped him and pulled his sleeve to let Ziyu follow him, and the person who pulled him was the first person he treated, and he was also the father of the child, and the little boy also followed.

Ziyu followed him over a mountain and came to another village, which was in the same situation as them, Ziyu continued to refine medicine, and the little boy began to help him.

In this way, Ziyu found that there were more and more people who needed to be saved, starting with one village, and then more villages.

Ziyu found that he couldn't save so many people alone, and by the time he arrived, many people had already died in some villages.

He needed a monk to help him, only a monk could run faster and save more people.

But he waited for a long time and didn't wait, and finally waited for one, but that person had no intention of learning medical skills, it was a young man who was dedicated to the Tao, and in the end he could only give up and could only rely on himself to slowly heal.

In the end, he didn't know how many people he saved, maybe three years had passed, or maybe five years had passed, Ziyu didn't think about how long time had passed.

When he returned to the village he had saved, he saw a statue of him, which didn't look like it, but he could still tell it was him.

A young monk with hair was wearing a white robe, and a holy light emanated from the robe, which was the first time Ziyu had seen this kind of light.

This is the holy mang, a kind of light produced by the worship of believers, and those who have been treated by him have actually become his followers, even those who have not been in voodoo have also worshiped together.

Over time he was able to understand some of their languages, and he became a living Buddha in their mouths, and every morning and evening, they would come to his statue for the most devout worship.

The original little boy has been following Ziyu, Ziyu saw that he was clever, so he taught him how to boil herbs and the preparation of herbs, although there were no monks to help, but these worldly mortals can also save themselves.

The child knelt down and kowtowed to him three times, called him a master, Ziyu smiled and touched his head: "It's a pity that you didn't open your mind, otherwise I could really take you with me." However, Ziyu gave him a large bottle of spiritual syrup, which can be regarded as the fate of the child's master.

While Ziyu was treating, he was looking for the person who gave the voodoo, and finally one day he found a clue.

In the depths of a large canyon, there are several thatched huts.

Ziyu appeared in front of these huts, he used his divine sense to investigate, and there was no one in the house, but the person he followed just now had obviously entered here.