The village is built on the mountain, it is said that the mountain behind it was once infested by immortals, hence the name, in front of the village is an open basin, and there is a small river passing through it, which is very suitable for growing rice, plus it is close to the port, so this is a rich and peaceful place.

However, when Li Jie and his people arrived here, the immortal village had become a hell on earth, the houses were burning, the roads were in shambles, blood and dead bodies were everywhere, and an old man was lying in a pool of blood and groaning; A woman wept bitterly over her husband's head; A child stood in front of the corpse of his parents, his eyes full of numbness and confusion.

"Brute!" Li Jie gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, he only knew that the Japanese were hateful before, but after all, he had not experienced it personally, but when he saw all this in front of him, he gave birth to an incomparable anger, he was a human being in two lives, and he felt that kind of bitter hatred for the first time, and it was also at this moment that he silently swore for himself: If he does not destroy the Japanese in this life, he will not be a man!

"Help!" With Li Jie's order, hundreds of sailors who accompanied him to disembark also immediately took action, the dead were restrained, and the wounded were carried to the threshing floor outside the village for treatment.

Xianren Village is the largest village in Jintang, with a population of more than 1,000, when the Japanese invaded before, some people fled to the mountains to hide, but some of them still had no time to escape, and now the villagers on the mountains also ran down one after another, crying bitterly while cleaning up their destroyed homes.

Li Jie took matters into his own hands and carried an injured old man to the threshing floor, only to see that it was already full of wounded, an old monk wearing a monk's robe, with several monks who were treating the wounded, it was estimated that they were monks from a nearby temple.

However, there were too many wounded, and many injured people were also anxious to get treatment, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while, when I saw the old monk with a snow-white beard and said loudly: "Don't fight, treat the seriously injured first, and retreat back if you are lightly injured!" ”

The old monk's voice was loud, and there was an undoubted majesty in his tone, and the injured villagers instinctively acted according to his words, and the whole scene quickly restored order, and some seriously injured people were carried to the old monk and treated by him and his disciples.

Li Jie also wanted to help, so he came to the side of several monks, but what he didn't expect was that these monks seemed to have been specially trained, and they were very professional in handling and bandaging wounds.

Seeing the performance of these monks, Li Jie was also quite surprised, he didn't expect that on a mere Jintang Island, there were such people who were proficient in medical skills, and what was even more rare was that these monks were able to face these wounded people with broken hands and feet, and even disemboweled, so that Li Jie couldn't help but observe these monks carefully.

I saw that the old monk at the head was tall, there were twelve ring scars on the top of his bare head, three long snow-white beards, but there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were full of compassion, he looked like he was indeed a virtuous monk, and his medical skills were also the most clever, and the wounded that other monks could not heal were sent to him.

Compared with the old monks at the head, the other monks are not young, almost all of them are fifty or sixty years old, and their medical skills are also good, but the treatment is a little rough, and almost all the wounded who are treated by them are screaming miserably.

At this moment, suddenly another seriously injured person was carried by the door panel, and was directly sent to the old monk, and the farmer who carried the person suddenly knelt down in front of the old monk and begged: "Master! Please save my son! ”

"Don't cry, I'll take a look!" The old monk stepped forward, and when he saw the wound of the young man on the door panel, he also frowned, only to see that the young man was cut in the back, the wound was more than a foot long, and the bones were visible, and the blood flowed all over the ground as if he didn't want money.

The old monk immediately tore open the wounded's clothes, then took hot water to clean the wound briefly, and then poured the wound medicine to bandage it, but as soon as the wound medicine was poured, it was immediately washed away by the gushing blood, even if he asked people to temporarily squeeze the wound with his hand and then pour the wound medicine, but as soon as he let go, he was washed away by the blood.

With the loss of blood, the face of the young man on the door panel became more and more pale, and his breathing became a little short, which made the old monk sigh too, because according to his experience, a wounded person like this who lost blood was almost certain to die.

"Master, let me come!" At this time, Li Jie finally stepped forward to help, and said that the ancient doctors could not do anything about this kind of heavy bleeding, but it was not troublesome for the medicine of later generations.

"You?" The master also showed a look of surprise when he heard Li Jie's words, when Li Jie first came just now, he had already noticed the other party, after all, Li Jie was wearing an official uniform and was very conspicuous in the crowd, but he didn't want to deal with the officials of the Ming Dynasty, so he didn't pay attention to it, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to step forward, and he also wanted to save the wounded who he couldn't help?

"Master, please press his wound first, stop the blood loss, I'll prepare something right away!" Li Jie said solemnly again.

Seeing that the young officer was not joking, the master finally nodded, and reached out to squeeze the wounded man's wound so that he would not lose blood too quickly.

I saw Li Jie asking the villagers for needlework, and there was hot water boiling next to it, and the cotton thread was thrown into the boiling water by him for sterilization, and the needle was also bent by him on the fire.

After making these preparations, Li Jie came to the staff with a needle and thread, and then in the exclamation of the people around him, he directly pierced the wound with a needle, as if sewing clothes, and sewed up the wound.

"Good way!" The master was also a little shocked at first, but then he praised that the wound was bleeding non-stop, and he couldn't keep pressing it with a person, the best way was to sew it up with a needle and thread, although it looked a little scary, but it solved the problem of bleeding, as long as the wound didn't go wrong, the person's life should be saved.

"It's just some crude methods that make the master laugh!" Li Jie finally left a small opening in the wound to drain the dirty blood, and then said to the master with a smile.

"This is not a crude method, if it was ...... back then" The master just wanted to praise two more words, but he was stunned in the middle of his words, and then changed the topic and said, "I see that the petty officials came with troops, is it to clear out the Japanese bandits?" ”

"In Xia Li Festival, it was His Majesty's personal deputy envoy to the Eastern Zhejiang Patrol, who followed Xinguo Gong to inspect the coastal defense, mainly to clear out these widows, but I didn't expect it to be a step too late!" Li Jie also showed a sad expression at the end, if the Japanese are not eliminated for a day, the coastal people will be restless for a day, and I don't know how many people will die at the hands of these Japanese in the future?

However, Li Jie didn't notice that when he mentioned the words "Xinguo Gong", the old monk opposite was moved, but then returned to normal.

"By the way, I don't know what the master is called?" Li Jie finally remembered to ask the other party's name at this time.

"The poor monk's Fa is called Mu Talk, a few days ago, I took my disciples out to teach the Fa, and I happened to pass by Jintang, but I didn't want to meet the Japanese Kou." Master Mu said.

"It turned out to be Master Mu Jiao, today the master has made meritorious contributions to the treatment of the wounded, I will definitely give the court to the Ming court and ask for credit for the master!" Li Jie immediately respected the Tao very much, and Li Jie did not reject religion, of course, the premise is that they should teach people to be good, not use religion to deceive people.

Master Mu said a few polite words again when he heard this, and then began to treat the wounded again, Li Jie also joined in, especially those who were bleeding nonstop, almost all of them were handed over to him to deal with, and Li Jie also asked people to fetch spirits, although they could not reach the level of medical alcohol, but they could only be used to disinfect the wounds.

However, when Li Jie and the others were trying their best to treat the wounded, they did not notice that on the sea in the distance, there was a small fleet quietly heading in the direction of Jintang Island, and on a boat led by them, a man with strange hair looked at Jintang Island in front of him, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes was flashing.