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Around lunchtime, Zuo Ying and his entourage came to the outskirts of Ziyang City.

I saw that the scene here is completely different from the small county town I just passed, and there is still a mile away from the city gate, and you can see some simple shacks built on the side of the road one after another, and many people in shabby clothes come and go. There are also a few who beg for passers-by. Looking at this situation, you can guess that these are the victims from the disaster county.

The victims were all depressed, their clothes dirty and torn, and they were barefoot or wearing only shabby straw sandals, trampled in the mud. The small shacks on either side of the flanks were said to have given them a place to stay, but in fact there was almost nothing in them—they had lost almost everything in their flight. And even then, the number of shacks was not abundant, and many people were often crammed under a small hut, or only the old and weak could stay in the house, and the young and middle-aged who could not live in it lay two damp planks outside the house to rest. From time to time, there are still some cries in the shack area, perhaps because the children are hungry and noisy, or maybe they have lost their relatives in the poor living conditions.

Similar to such a tragic situation, Zuo Ying's impression seems to have only been seen in war-torn West African countries.

Zuo Ying and his entourage were brightly dressed, which attracted many victims to come forward to beg.

Seeing these victims, Scarlet Feather showed a sympathetic look, glanced at Zuo Ying, and under Zuo Ying's nod, he hurriedly took out some copper coins and silver and distributed them to the victims. But then more people came up to beg for them. Just as they were in a dilemma, there was a sudden commotion not far away, and everyone looked back. I heard some people gathered not far away, some of them shouted "Amitabha", and some people shouted, "Master Yiquan is coming, Master Yiquan is coming." Those who were still begging on their knees got up one after another. Pat yourself with dirt and run towards the crowd.

Zuo Ying couldn't help but feel very strange when she saw such a situation.

"Let's go, let's see." Zuo Ying took the lead in clapping his horse forward. And the crowd followed.

Ashina pursed his lips indefinitely, and the curiosity in his heart couldn't be held back for a moment, "What is that 'one punch to death'?" As for attracting so many onlookers? ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but laugh.

Su Bo Twist stepped forward and explained to this "foreigner": "Uncle, what they said was 'Dashi' not 'killed', and the villagers here had some accents, so my uncle heard it wrong." Guan Ziyun: 'Everyone has to talk about people. Tuas originally referred to a person with high morals, humility and reserve, and was later borrowed by Buddhism to call a bodhisattva or Buddha, and a person who is high and respected in Buddhism is also called a monk. As for the 'overflowing spring'. The old servant didn't know which two words they were, and it was hard to speculate, but it might have something to do with the place where the monk was ordained. ”

As they spoke, everyone had come to the vicinity of the crowd of onlookers. I saw that there were not only three layers of people gathered there, but also many pedestrians who passed by surrounded them like Zuo Ying. Because Zuo Ying was on the horse, even if they kept a distance, they could see clearly, so they stopped on the side of the road and watched.

In the center of the crowd was a chariot with a scaffolding, and a snow-white veil hung from the top of the trellis on it. Cover the person sitting inside.

Zuo Ying looked carefully inside the veil and saw that the person sitting there was a young woman in a white robe and a white robe. She sat cross-legged with her hands folded, a string of beeswax beads around her neck, and her long black hair half coiled into a towering bun. Half of it hung down and staggered on the cushion. Her eyes were closed, her face was beautiful, and her expression was soothing and peaceful. The chariot on which she was sitting was carried by four men, and six or seven people were followed by her. These people were all dressed in a uniform yellow cloth shirt, and their expressions were humble and serious.

A middle-aged man at the head greeted him, and everyone carefully put down the step together, and then fell to the ground with their hands folded. The onlookers also fell to their knees one after another, their expressions very reverent.

A middle-aged man in the group stood up, folded himself to the people around him, and said loudly: "Master Yiquan, the Bodhisattva has a heart and compassion, just because he knows that one side is in trouble and the people are not living, so he goes down the mountain to visit all the sufferings and purify all sentient beings. ”

"Master Overflow!" A thin man in the crowd knelt down and stepped forward, kowtowed, and said, "Master, there was a sudden flood in my disciple's hometown, the fields were flooded, the houses were destroyed, and the villagers in the same village also died. Although the disciple escaped with his old mother and moved here, his wife and children were separated and their whereabouts are unknown. Now the old mother is seriously ill again. The disciple has nothing, let alone money to treat his mother, so he begs the master to save the disciple's mother! ”

The middle-aged man listened, came to the chariot and bowed down. Seeing that the woman in the chariot bowed slightly, the middle-aged man straightened up and said to the thin man: "Tuas has promised to treat your mother for you, you go and bring the patient quickly." ”

The thin man departed in gratitude, and in a few moments the thin man and another man carried an old woman on a simple stretcher.

The old woman was lying flat on a stretcher, covered with several layers of rags, her face flushed and angry, and she looked as if she was terminally ill.

The two of them carried the old woman to the back of Master Overflow, while they themselves knelt and waited. I saw Master Yiquan stretch out a white jade-like hand from the veil and put it on the old woman's forehead, and recited a word in her mouth, and only after a moment did she withdraw the namaste. I didn't even open my eyes during the whole process.

The middle-aged man at the head bowed down next to Master Yiquan and listened to a whisper for a while, before he straightened up and said to the thin man: "Master Yiquan said that your mother was already very weak, and she was not accustomed to water and soil and had an unclean diet on the way to escape, so she was infected with severe typhoid fever, and her treatment was delayed, and her condition has deteriorated. ”

The thin man immediately wailed, "What then? Pray for mercy to save the disciple's mother, save the disciple's mother! ”

"Don't be nervous," the middle-aged man reassured, "Tuas has already done something for your mother just now, her condition has been relieved, and the high fever has subsided. Tuas will also give you three spiritual runes, which you can burn and brew into rune water for your mother to take every day, and after three days, she will be cured of her illness. ”

The thin man immediately knelt down beside his mother, touched her forehead, and sure enough, the heat had dropped, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He was overjoyed, and hurriedly kept kowtowing, then took the spirit talisman handed to him by the middle-aged man and carried his mother away.

When everyone saw this, they all hugged their sick relatives and their sick children, and gathered around them to seek medical treatment.

The overflowing master did not refuse, and used the same technique as the mother who had just treated the thin man, covering his forehead or the affected area with his hands. If it is a small injury or pain such as a sore or trauma, it can be seen immediately, and the affected area will fade or even disappear after a while; If the disease is more severe, the treatment is similar to that of the thin man's mother, and even if it is not cured immediately, the condition can be seen to improve immediately.

Zuo Ying and his entourage were amazed not far away. One is childcare, it can't be all childcare here, which even Zuo Ying, a human being in the 21st century, can't explain.

"I didn't expect that there are really such masters in the people, and today is really a long insight." Xu Hong couldn't help but sigh.

Ashina Wuji was a little unimpressed, "It's nothing strange, our priests there usually treat people like this, but the healing speed is not as fast as hers." ”

At this time, a well-dressed man also stepped forward and said to the Yiquan Master: "Dashi, the master of my family is Zhong Lian, the owner of Dingyue Village in Ziyang City. Unfortunately, the owner was recently sick and bedridden at home, and he was not cured after seeking medical advice and medicine. I heard that Tuas was coming outside the city, and he sent a villain to ask for a sincere request. ”

After listening to the whispered instructions of Master Yiquan, the middle-aged man at the head straightened his waist and arched his hand towards the well-dressed man and said, "Master Yiquan only treats the poor people who have no money to afford to be sick, please tell the owner." ”

When the man heard this, he glanced at the people who were kneeling on the ground around him, and seemed to think that he really should not fight with these poorly clothed and hungry people, so he had to go away in a huff.

"It's rare that this tuas still has such a public heart to do things only for the poor people." Su Bo couldn't help but admire: "In today's world, even among the pure Buddhism, it is inevitable that there will be people who tend to be inflammatory, and there are many so-called masters who are famous. This monk does not seem to be very old, and it is estimated that the day of enlightenment is still short, but it is really rare to have such integrity. ”

Zuo Ying and a few of them saw the excitement and saw this, and they also felt that it was almost over, and it was important to hurry, so they all pulled the reins and turned their horses' heads to leave.

"Tuas, Tuas—" At this moment, the clear voice of a young girl burst out in the voices of the people who were begging for help. Everyone followed the sound, and saw a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in shabby clothes, knelt down in front of the crowd, and said loudly: "Tuas, we disaster victims are hungry every day, although we have the government's soup kitchen, but we still often can't eat enough, can Tuas do a way to let us all eat to our heart's content?" ”

When everyone heard this, some teased, some smiled bitterly, and some persuaded: "Xiao Fu'er, soup soup is a matter of the government, and the priest can't control it." She's working on justice for us right now, don't get in the way. There is also a humanitarian: "Little Fu'er, a girl like you is always jumping up and down, and if you don't move around, you won't be hungry so fast." There was a burst of low laughter.

The girl named Xiao Fu'er straightened her waist, pursed her lips, and was about to theorize, but she heard the middle-aged man next to the overflowing spring master say in a bright voice: "Everyone, the overflowing spring priest asked me to tell you that she is also here today for the sake of the disaster victims." ”

Can this "one-punch killing" still be able to control the law? Zuo Ying and the others couldn't help but change their minds about leaving immediately.

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