Hundreds of years ago, Fufu was still a house made of natural stone, with a thatched roof. The streets weren't as wide as they are now, and there weren't any high-rise buildings like Lingyin Pavilion.

No matter where you stand in Fufeng, you can see the high Xuanyue Moon in the Xuanyue Temple, which is really like the moon that will never set in the sky.

At this time, Fufeng has a different kind of quaintness.

It's just that there is a faint breath of death in this quaintness.

The cart selling pastries on the street overturned to the ground. There are still a few pieces of pork that have not been sold out hanging on the butcher's board. It's just that the pork is rotten and smelly, white maggots are burrowing in and out of the pork, and black flies are flying on the board.

There was no one behind the board, and these people seemed to have disappeared.

There are occasional houses on the side of the road, and people can be faintly seen falling in the yards.

Filth flowed from under those people, emitting a foul stench. The man who died in the courtyard didn't look like he had been dead for long. But the summer was hot, and soon there were signs of decay.

The closer you get to the Xuanyue Temple, the more polluted the air becomes, the fishy smell of medicine is getting stronger and stronger in the air, and there is an indescribable smell.

This was a catastrophe in the Xuanyue Temple hundreds of years ago. A plague has devastated the wind and nearly extinction.

Except for the people who helped the wind, even the creatures in the forest were almost extinct. For almost ten years after the plague, the people of Fufeng had to survive by cultivating food and eating a vegetarian diet. It wasn't until ten years later that life in the mountains and forests recovered.

In front of the Xuanyue Temple, several disciples wearing Xuanyue Temple costumes were covered with face scarves and dragged a bucket cart slowly down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a mass grave.

On top of the car were overlapping corpses.

Zong Ye clasped his hands together and silently recited a few verses.

Although he knew that these people had been dead for hundreds of years, he was still terrified to see such a scene.

Bai Luo stepped into the Xuanyue Temple, and no one came out to stop them, let alone lead the way.

On both sides of the avenue that entered the Xuanyue Temple from the gate, under the high stone walls made of natural stones, dozens of disciples of the Xuanyue Temple set up large cauldrons in the corners of the walls, boiling medicine pot by pot.

When the pot was boiled, it was sent to the main hall as soon as possible.

The corners of the wall were scorched black because of the long time of burning the fire and boiling the medicine.

None of them had time to look back at Bai Luo.

At this time, the Xuanyue Temple was already hanging by a thread, and there was nothing worth seeing.

The originally solemn Xuanyue sculpture was gloomy because the sculpture was full of frail patients.

Under the moon, a middle-aged man in a white gauze robe stood in the crowd, holding a medicine bowl in his hand, gently lifting the patient's head and pouring the medicine into it.

The middle-aged man's black hair was curled into a bun on the top of his head, and a dead branch was hairpinned. The emaciated face has a thick beard.

This person is Yuan Longbone, he looks very handsome, and his beard does not make him look sloppy, but makes him have a more sparse atmosphere. I don't know how long he was busy and forgot to change his clothes, and the white gauze was stained with sweat.

"Sect Master!" A disciple wearing a face towel and holding a sick person in his arms shouted loudly: "Sect Master, there is another person who has hemoptysis!"

Yuan Keel hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to catch the patient's pulse.

The brows of the Yuan keel of the pulse were wrinkled tighter and tighter.

After a while, he raised the medicine bowl in his hand, fell down violently and collapsed: "Why is this medicine still wrong!"

The disciple hurriedly persuaded: "Sect Master, this medicine is still somewhat useful, and there are fewer people who are ill today." ”

"What's the use? it won't save your life!"

Xue Yu saw this scene like a fish in his throat: "This is what was reported to Kunlun hundreds of years ago, and there is a person in the human world who has fallen into the devil?"

Bai Luo shook his head: "Actually, this matter has never been reported to Kunlun. The riot in which Kunlun received the letter came after this incident. It was reported to Kunlun after the Yuan dragon bone entered the demon. Emperor Fuxi didn't have time to save people after learning the news. ”

Xue Yu's fingertips were cold, and his throat was numb: "The life and death of tens of thousands of people can't be reported to Kunlun, but one person has entered the demon to report it, what is the reason?"

Bai Luo said lightly: "Didn't you find that Yuan Keel didn't have a face towel like us?"

Indeed, except for Bai Luo and Yuan Keel, everyone here is wearing a face towel.

"Yuan Longgu is quite talented, he has experienced the Heavenly Tribulation before this, and although he is not yet in the Immortal Class, he is already considered a god clan. ”

The patient in front of Yuan Keel snapped out another mouthful of blood. The blood arrow soared out of his mouth for several feet, and the Yuan dragon bone did not dodge, allowing the blood to splash on the hem of his clothes. Yuan Longgu's eyes were full of sorrow when he looked at this patient, and his handsome face showed a look of dejection.

Bai Luo hurriedly took out the pill from his arms and fed one to the patient's mouth.

The man's breath that was about to fall was lifted again, and his face recovered slightly.

Yuan Longji grabbed Bai Luo's wrist: "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Rejuvenating pills. ”

"Give it to me!" Yuan Longji snatched the medicine from Bai Luo's hand, poured a few and fed them into the mouths of several people next to him.

Those people even showed signs of recovery.

Yuan Longgu said happily: "Do you have a pharmacy for this medicine?"

Bai Luo shook his head.

Yuan Keel sniffed the medicine bottle: "It's okay, I can try it myself." Suddenly, he frowned again: "I haven't seen any flavored medicine in it." ”

"Hanging garden Ganoderma lucidum. ”

"Hanging Nursery Ganoderma lucidum?Kunlun?"

Bai Luo nodded: "Hanging garden Ganoderma lucidum is extremely rare, only one plant is obtained in a thousand years, so there are only a hundred of this medicine." ”

Yuan Longji frowned and said, "Then Kunlun still has this medicine?"

Bai Luo shook his head: "It takes a hundred years to refine this medicine. At present, tens of thousands of people are infected with the disease, which is not enough. ”

Yuan Keel held the medicine bottle. The little brilliance that had finally rekindled in Fang Cai's eyes dimmed again. Yuan Dragon Bone muttered, "Is there really no way?"

After a while, Yuan Keel turned around, looked at Bai Luo and frowned, and said, "Who are you?"

Bai Luo smiled faintly: "The person who owes you a pot of wine." ”

Yuan Longji looked at the few people behind Bai Luo suspiciously.

Xue Yu and Yan Zhu were both injured in the Fangcai Canyon, their clothes were stained with blood, and they looked like they had come to the Xuanyue Temple to heal their injuries rather than help.

Xue Yu stretched out his hand, holding a series of pure black dragon scales with scales in his hand: "Sect Master Yuan, you can grind these two dragon scales into powder and use them in medicine first." Although it is not possible to cure these people, it can at least delay the onset of the disease in these people. ”

Yuan Longji accepted it without saying a word, and instructed his disciples to take it to the medicine hall to dispose of it.

Yuan Longji was not polite, and said directly to Bai Luo: "Since a few people are here, now the Xuanyue Temple is really short of manpower, so please ask a few people to help first." Wait until these patients have drunk the medicine, and then confess to a few more people. ”

"Good. Bai Luo said lightly.

As soon as Yuan Longbone's words fell, Zong Ye had already taken the medicine bowl in his disciple's hand and started to get busy.