Holding the child in his arms and walking to a deeper place, Ye Xiaotian was already numb.

Life and death, death, hatred, tragedy, and the bloodiest tragedy in the world are all in sight. Ye Xiaotian had forgotten to be afraid and to complain. Just walked all the way through all kinds of expressions.

The unpredictability of the world, the fragility of human nature, everything is so sudden. Catch everyone off guard.

The heavy snow that had fallen a few days ago was wrapped everywhere, like a manifestation of God's compassion for the world, pale and weak.

From time to time, you can see monks in monk's robes and Taoist priests in flowing robes on the side of the road, their mouths are crackling, and they don't know what to do. But there were still many people who knelt on the ground and prayed to him.

For this kind of thing, Ye Xiaotian is no longer surprised. In this era, even if you want to cure the most common cold, it depends on the will of God, and in the face of such a large epidemic, it is normal to worship Buddha and pray to God. Even if there is a monk or Taoist priest at this time, casually or a bag of dust for people to eat can avoid disasters, it is estimated that some people believe it.

This trick of making full use of human psychology to gain trust has been the same for thousands of years, and there has never been a trace of innovation.

Ye Xiaotian looked at these sanctimonious guys, he was really ready to smoke, and if he didn't come to help, he would forget it, and he would take advantage of the fire to rob.

"Dead bald donkey! Pretending to be a ghost is really shameless! Ye Xiaotian didn't have any scruples about the peeping and resentful eyes beside him. At the same time, he didn't notice the monk who looked like a monk slowly approaching behind him.

Ye Xiaotian shrunk his neck and said to himself: "Why is there a sudden cold air." ”

Then I was surprised to hear the two of them answer in unison: "Master Daoyue! ”

the trough slot slot ye xiaotian really did the husky, how could he forget this stubble, the village is under the mountain of the temple. With so many monks present, as the top mage of the temple, how could Daoyue not be there?

Turning back with difficulty, Ye Xiaotian squeezed out a smile that was estimated to be no better than crying, and praised it disgustingly: "Master~ You are here, but you miss the dead!" ”

Seeing Daoyue's gloomy face and about to twitch, Ye Xiaotian immediately hugged the child who was already asleep in his arms higher, and whispered: "There are children, there are children!" ”

Daoyue's face softened a little, and by the way, he sent the monk behind him to take the child to a resting place.

Ye Xiaotian was looking at it, and the back of the head was slapped hard: "Stinky boy!" Who told you to come, didn't you know that there was a plague here? Suspicious of life? ”

Although Ye Xiaotian really wanted to steal the peach again at the moment, he still endured it when he heard the concerned tone in Daoyue's words. The main thing is that the old thing has a handle in his hand, and he doesn't dare.

……

Daoyue's face was covered with the cloth towel that Ye Xiaotian forcibly tied to his face, and he was quite dissatisfied: "What's the use of this?" Lao Wei has been cultivating Buddha for many years, and he has the blessing of the Buddha! ”

Ye Xiaotian was suddenly too lazy to endure it, and with a stretch of his right hand, it was a slight version of the monkey stealing the peach, and then looked at Dao Yue, who was grinning, and said with squinted eyes: "The Buddha also saw that I didn't want to endure you for a long time and didn't want to do it, did you bless you?" ”

Daoyue stopped talking for a while, the Buddha was very busy, and he might really not be able to take care of him. Although the apprentice was rude, he still forgave him for his own sake.

"Humph!"

Ye Xiaotian was in a cold sweat, you are so old, you are still a monk, do you want to come here to play 'My master can't be so cute'?

According to Ye Xiaotian's instructions, he took a group of small novices to distribute the cloth towels he brought to the people around him.

"Poison boils." When Ye Xiaotian asked Daoyue about the source of the disease, Daoyue only said these two words.

Hearing this, although Ye Xiaotian had already guessed this possibility from the person who was dying on the side of the road, he confirmed it at this moment, and his mood immediately sank.

Poisonous boils, also known as pulmonary fistula and tuberculosis, are what later generations called tuberculosis.

Looking at Ye Xiaotian's suddenly gloomy face, Dao Yue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Child, I know that you are a capable person, but I heard those officials and doctors say that even if even Mr. Sun in the city is incurable, you don't want to swim in this muddy water, go back." Life and death are fate, and the old man will overtake the soul of the dead. ”

Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian suddenly raised his head and said righteously: "Hey, Master, how much incense money can you collect for one person, can you take me?" ”

The style of painting became too fast, and Master Daoyue was a little caught off guard.

Seeing that Dao Yue was about to smoke again, Ye Xiaotian hurriedly said, "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?" ”

"Bad!"

Ye Xiaotian looked at this unusual Dao Yue strangely, and pouted: "This disease can be cured in more than a thousand years, and now it is basically no fun." ”

Daoyue wants to smoke again, so you still need to say that it can be seen that his IQ exceeds the passing line.

Without waiting for Daoyue to turn his face, Ye Xiaotian spoke: "It can't be cured, but it can be prevented, and treating patients with different conditions separately may have different effects." ”

In his previous life, Ye Xiaotian had a nephew of the uncle of the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt...... Anyway, it is the kind of relatives who are far away who have tuberculosis, and as a traditional Chinese, the matter of the New Year holiday will be put on the table to make people sigh. In order to make his relatives boast that he is literate and can pretend to be forced, Ye Xiaotian deliberately paid attention to this disease.

In later generations, that is, at the level of ordinary people, in the Tang Dynasty. Ye Xiaotian said, hehe, I'm sorry, the old man is going back to the brick family, even if it is a cottage, it is also a brick family, it is a high-grade family when I hear it, it is very cultural and connotative, and there will be many female classmates when I hear it...... Ahem, this one doesn't matter.

Daoyue pointed to the cloth covering his face and asked, "The prevention you are talking about is just this one cloth?" ”

Ye Xiaotian pouted and said, "This is called a mask, this is just a measure." There are many steps that must be taken to prevent it. After a deep sigh, Ye Xiaotian said to Daoyue: "Master, can you take me to meet the person in charge here." ”

For any disease, prevention is often the most important, and Ye Xiaotian, who has been vaccinated since he was a child, is convinced of this. As long as the prevention is good, even if it cannot be cured, the damage can be minimized.

Check in the bud! The words of the ancestors still make sense!