The time of the day passed quickly~

In the evening, the old monk and the little monk sit on the ground.

The little monk was already out of breath and tired, and he was boiling medicine in addition to grabbing medicine this day.

These drugs are very similar, and he needs to remember the composition of each drug, even the appropriate amount, if the drug is not enough, the patient will not only not cure them, but may even exacerbate their condition.

At this point, there is no room for sloppiness, so the little monk memorizes everything very carefully.

It's just that no matter how hard he memorizes it, the ingredients of the medicine are different every time the old monk says it.

This made him even busier, even using his hands and feet at the same time, grinding medicine while holding a book and reading.

At this time, the old monk's eyes fell on the little monk's body, and said with a smile: "How do you feel, is it far more tiring to be an ordinary person than to be the Emperor of Zhongtian." ”

The little monk's eyes rolled and nodded, not only tired, but also had a lot to worry about.

That's right, this is also where mortals are both distressed and happy.

Anyway, the little monk frowned and looked at the old monk.

Joy is the mental pleasure that comes from solving most of the problems, and when solving the problem, the problems increase, but when the problems are solved, the joy increases.

The little monk fell into thought.

The old monk smiled, surprisingly not disturbing him.

The next morning, the little monk finished washing up and stretched his muscles.

The old monk walked out of the house, let's go, carry the medicine box, let's continue to save people.

The little monk smiled brightly, and immediately carried the medicine box on his back and followed behind the old monk.

In the town, they rescued one patient after another, of course, some people were able to save them, and some were already terminally ill, even if they used their medical skills, they were powerless.

After a long time, the town gradually called these two monks the old doctor and the little doctor.

In his spare time, the old doctor will popularize medical skills and teach them how to see patients, while the little doctor will hold a book, a serious medical book, and occasionally help the people in the town to cultivate the land and plant crops together.

Half a year later, there was no dead silence in the town, and it gradually regained some vitality, and the roads that were originally deserted in the town, even during the day, were rarely walked around, but now they were full of people.

The town seems to have come back to life in the last half a year.

In the past six months, the little monk seems to have forgotten everything, and devoted himself to it, he seems to be an ordinary mortal, worrying about how to cure the sick and how to get some meals every day.

More than half a year has passed, and now the little monk can even distinguish between many kinds of medicines, those that are poisonous and those that are beneficial to the body......

The good dishes he cooked were originally cooked by the village chief and served for the two of them, but gradually, these were replaced by the little monks.

The more he got along with the people in the town, the more the little monk's impetuous heart calmed down.

He often wondered how good it would be if these days went on forever.

Although his medical skills are not as superb as those of the old monk, he has been following the old monk for a long time, and he has also learned to see the doctor for the pulse.

After a long time, there were gradually rumors of two divine doctors in the nearby town, and there was an endless stream of people who came to visit, and it seemed that Xuncheng was not the land of plague.

Everyone came, some to see a doctor, and some to see the dignity of the old doctor and the little doctor, to see what these two people looked like, whether they had three heads and six arms, and why they could cure diseases and save people.

However, the people who came to see the two divine doctors couldn't help but be a little disappointed, because what they saw were two monks, and they were not as they imagined, with three heads and six arms, and eight faces.

They are also like ordinary people, they can laugh, cough, and talk about some parents who are not medical.

After a long time, everyone gradually understood the temperament of the two miracle doctors, and when the two went to the clinic, they had to prepare some fasting meals, and they did not charge a penny when they went to the clinic, but they had to have enough fasting food, which was also the rule of their medical practice.

There are rules in the line, and this rule is not excessive, and those who ask for medical treatment are also happy to be idle.

Prepare a meal in advance and serve it to the two monks, and after eating, the two will practice medicine to save people.

For each person saved, from the joy of the family, the two divine doctors were quite gratified.

After a long time, everyone gradually became full of trust in the two.

Walking on the street, someone stepped forward to say hello, and the two responded indifferently and smiled.

In a hurry, another year passed.

In the past year, the plague has swept in, which has really kept the two of them busy enough, but at this time their situation is much better than when they first arrived.

The old monks often preached medical skills, which also caused many people to diagnose some diseases.

These people who can diagnose the disease have also come to the clinic.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the epidemic was quickly eradicated.

The town has once again regained its long-lost vitality.

In the past two years, the most direct change in Xuncheng is the river.

The original black river was now crystal clear, and with the efforts of the townspeople to maintain it, the river showed its vitality.

In the vicinity of the town, there were more crops, more green leaves and green seedlings, and the sky seemed to have changed, this day was not a black oppressive piece, but a sunny day, with blue sky and white clouds floating in the sky.

The lives of the people of Xuncheng have also changed, and the people in the town have planted barley, broad beans, mustard, and corn......

This was the first time they had grown abundant food since overcoming the epidemic.

Some people open up fruit trees in sunny places and plant some melons and fruits.

Of course, when these melons, fruits, and grains are fully ripe, someone will always give some to the two divine doctors to taste.

At the beginning, both of them refused to accept it, but after all, they couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm, so they also picked a few things and symbolically accepted some.

The spiritual outlook of the people of Xuncheng has changed greatly in the past two years, and the city still seems to be the dilapidated city, but the hearts of the people are no longer as dead and silent as before, but have come to life.

People's hearts are alive, and they have the energy to do anything.

On this day, the sky was so dark that it seemed as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

On such days, everyone is in a state of panic, and this feeling is like the sky collapsing, which makes people fall into a sense of crisis.

The little monk looked up at the void, his gaze fell on the void, his eyes were full of shock, and he said, "What should come, always come." ”

The old monk staggered in, he frowned, how are you preparing.

The little monk sighed with emotion, birth, old age, sickness and death, sometimes, you want to catch it, but you find that you can't catch it at all.

Just as this plague is rampant, when it comes, it sweeps like a storm, and human power cannot stop it.

In the past few years, too many people have died, and the little monk had a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he tried to hide this sadness in his heart, he exhaled deeply, barely making his face have a trace of color.

Every time a person dies, there will always be inexplicable sadness in his heart, perhaps, these people have been with him for a long time, and gradually have emotional sustenance, maybe it is some kind of sympathy from the depths of his heart, maybe in his heart, he doesn't understand why this emotion arises.

The sky was about to collapse, and more people would die, so the old monk came to the little monk and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The little monk's face was filled with endless pain, and he recalled those who died, and the state in which they were dying, some of them died peacefully, and some of them were unwilling......

All kinds of thoughts kept pouring into his mind, and he choked up a little: "Every time a person dies, it will make the living more painful." ”

I feel your self-reproach, the old monk asked softly.

The little monk nodded solemnly.

The old monk laughed and said, "But you did your duty, didn't you? You are also trying to save their lives, and you are doing your best." ”

The little monk's eyes were moist, tears were rolling in his eyes, he barely kept his emotions, trying to make others not see that he wanted to cry, he patted his face, and reluctantly made his crying more ugly than laughing.

It seems that these two years of immersion have made you find your heart.

Listening to the words of the old monk, at this moment, the little monk's body stiffened, and then he howled and cried, his tears rained down, tears flooded the corners of his eyes, and his crying gradually became louder, like a baby crying.

People are so big, what are you crying about, there is a way that men don't flick when they have tears, abruptly, in the house, the village chief limped in and comforted the little monk.

The little monk was unmoved, still crying, and he cried for a long time before he could barely regain his composure.

At this moment, many people came to the little monk's side and said with relief: "Isn't it just that it's getting darker? Isn't it just that some natural disasters will happen? In big disasters, as long as we are united, they will always pass." ”

Everyone gently patted the little monk's body and continued to comfort him.

The old monk sighed, only he understood that the little monk had regarded this place as his home, and the people of Xuncheng as his relatives.

Every time he lost a life, his heart hurts, and in the two years he has been here, he has witnessed many people die, and even if his medical skills continue to improve, he cannot save those who are dying.

His heart was full of self-blame, and he blamed himself for his incompetence.

Therefore, he is reading medical books day and night, hoping to learn more knowledge from medical books and save more people.

Today, it happened to be raining heavily and the sky was a vision, which made him think of the future, and remembered that more people would die in the future.

In the past, he would not have thought about it so much, but now he has more of a sense of life and the impermanence of the world.

In the past, his Dao Heart didn't seem to be fragile and everything was strong, but now he looks full of loopholes and flaws everywhere.

He found his heart, but his heart was not as strong as he imagined.

He is also just a mortal, and when mortals are powerless, he is just an ordinary person, and the hearts of ordinary people are also full of emotions.

Heaven is ruthless, but this person is merciful.

There is a disaster in heaven and earth, but this disaster cannot be avoided, and the only way to deal with it is to unite and deal with it.

At this moment, the little monk seemed to have an understanding in his heart.