The plague was going on slowly and nervously with the efforts of many people.

Ye Xiaotian's dietary therapy is considered to have achieved initial results, greatly reducing the symptoms of the patient. But it still only stayed at the level of reduction, and as for healing, Ye Xiaotian really had no way to do it.

In this regard, Ye Xiaotian could only helplessly apologize to the official doctors and villagers who held hope.

Many people's attitude towards Ye Xiaotian has changed from the initial contempt and disdain to respect and trust. It is not easy for an outsider young man to turn the tide to this point, the deceased is gone, and the most important thing is to be alive.

The isolation and prevention method alone has saved many people. That alone is already a great favor, and no one asks for anything more.

Ye Xiaotian also confirmed one point, the wayward old man in the Taoist robe was undoubtedly Sun Simiao. In this regard, Ye Xiaotian's heart that had been hanging finally fell into his stomach.

The old man is a medical maniac, since Ye Xiaotian proposed the medicinal material gallic through fragmentary memories, plus some of the raw materials that Ye Xiaotian used when he boiled the soup, the old man went back to draw inferences and made some prescriptions. In this regard, Ye Xiaotian didn't ask, a copycat half-hanger, to discuss this with the old man is undoubtedly self-inflicted.

The follow-up things, Ye Xiaotian didn't plan to ask, he did everything he could do. After doing their best, the only thing left is to resign themselves to the destiny of heaven.

After the old man is busy every day, he always likes to find Ye Xiaotian to do homework, and he asks more than three times about things like 'how old are you' and 'what are your plans for the future'.

Ye Xiaotian still looks lazy, and he is always perfunctory about the old man's questions.

In a tactful tone, Ye Xiaotian also understood what the old man meant.

It's nothing more than an old stalk like 'the old man looks at your bones and is surprised', Ye Xiaotian said: I really can't afford to buy the palm of the gods.

Daoyue has been very attentive to Ye Xiaotian these days, and he will ask for warmth when he has nothing to do, especially when the old man is by Ye Xiaotian's side, which makes Ye Xiaotian always worried.

The scene where two old men seem to be in love with a girl eating flying vinegar is really ...... Tsk, Ye Xiaotian is really haggard.

One cultivates Buddhism and the other cultivates the Tao, which are inherently incompatible. Coupled with Ye Xiaotian's 'love', Ye Xiaotian has always been able to see the live broadcast of the 'Tang Buddhism and Taoism Mutual Spraying Competition' recently. Well, it's enjoyable!

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The plague matter was successfully resolved, among the seventy-eight people who were infected, fourteen of them were seriously ill after all, and the remaining people whose conditions were alleviated were all taken over by Sun Simiao, and the possibility of recovery was very high.

For Ye Xiaotian, this is not a sad or happy ending. He was just a mortal, even if he came from the afterlife, he was just a mortal with a wider range of knowledge. is not an expert, not a genius, not a god and a bodhisattva, and to do this step is just to have a clear conscience.

After all, mortals, and only mortals.

After Ye Xiaotian went back, he closed the door and slept for a whole day and night. Everyone knew each other very well and didn't bother.

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Ye Xiaotian returned to a lazy life, lying in the winter sun every day, poetry and distance.

While telling the story, he openly accepted the money from the little novices, and also called it a restraint, a very shameless behavior. There is no trace of the great gesture of helping the world and saving people a few days ago.

As always, Peep Ji took out money to invite Ye Xiaotian to barbecue with a smiling face. Occasionally, Ye Xiaotian would be pitted a few times, and he didn't care, and smiled innocently.

is a very simple and honest child, if he didn't have that burly and tall figure, it is estimated that Ye Xiaotian would consider pit a few times.

All is well, no disasters, no deaths, no thrilling adventures. Ye Xiaotian was very satisfied, he collected money with peace of mind, and the happiest thing every day was to close the door and count the money over and over again. While thinking about his wife's luxury car and new house, he smirked like a demon.

If Sun Simiao's old man didn't come here to do ideological work for himself in three days, Ye Xiaotian would definitely have a good time.

The days fly by, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the root of the year, even if you stay in the temple every day, you can feel the strong flavor of the year.

As the most solemn festival of the Chinese nation, everyone is jubilant. Ye Xiaotian has never felt such an aura since he was twelve years old.

The pilgrims in the temple are also more than one day after another, and the villagers who have been rescued by Ye Xiaotian have also sent a lot of offerings. Facing the simple and enthusiastic attitude of the villagers, Ye Xiaotian smiled bitterly - you gave me the offering, after all, it was I who saved people, not the Buddha. You're wrong!

The small episodes are very quiet and peaceful.