Lijiang City is the capital of the country, the city is high and deep, the radius is 100 miles, the population is million, it is a first-class big city! The entire Lijiang City, the east is noble and the west is poor, the northern army is rich in the south, the west of the city of the Lijiang River is the residence of some ordinary people, most of them, are thatched huts, living in poverty, it is not easy to live!

In the dead of night, next to a well in the west of the city, a beautiful woman floated down and stood still by the well, a flower of white bones and skeletons blooming in her hand! The seven-colored smoke of the flower fell into the well and dissipated invisibly! The woman flew up again and went to other wells, and in the middle of the night, the woman melted all the more than 1,000 wells in the west of the city into colorful smoke!

The sun is rising, the whole silent Lijiang City begins to wake up, and the people in the west of the city have gone to the well to fetch water, or wash their faces and gargle their mouths, or wash vegetables and cook, and there are many people who drink cold raw water directly! And in the well water, whether it is raw water or boiling water, there is a trace of the colorful haze that mortals see, flowing with the mouth and scattering into the body!

As the old saying goes, illness comes from the mouth, and there is a saying in Buddhism that there are 30,000,000 dust insects in this bowl of water, so if the people of this Buddhist family want to drink raw water, they must first recite the mantra of rebirth. Drinking raw water already has the risk of pests and diseases entering the body, not to mention, there are colorful smoke clouds in this water!

In the year of the plague, first the elderly, children, then women and children, and finally the sturdy men, the colorful smoke in the well water is the sickness of the white bone skull flower that the flower wants to refine, if it is cultivated to the extreme, this sickness can evolve into the mother of the plague, and the poisonous gas of all kinds of diseases in the world is based on this, and it can make the cultivator sick, silently, and very powerful! Although the white bone skull flower of Hua Xiangrong has only been sacrificed and refined, there are not a few layers of prohibition, but the sickness that has been cultivated and nurtured has already been achieved, not to mention that it is a sick mortal, it is a person in the rivers and lakes who practices martial arts and has a strong body, can fall ill!

If you are sick and go to the doctor, see the doctor and take medicine, and spend money on medicine, this person can get sick, but he may not be able to afford to see a doctor! The west of the city is full of poor people, on weekdays, it is the days when they are full and have no meal, and there are few hospitals in the west of the city, what should this person do if he is sick? Naturally, I went to find the Jingta Temple!

Buddhism is so kind, my Buddha is compassionate! Although it cannot change the gap between the rich and the poor among mortals, the level of high and low, but Buddhism cannot let go of the ordinary people who have the most in the world and the greatest source of their incense wishes! This Jingta Temple, every day, will give porridge and medicine to help the people! Therefore, when a large number of people fall ill, their first reaction is not to go to the medical hall, but to the Jingta Temple, asking the masters to save their lives!

ran to the backyard in a hurry, "Abbot! Abbot! Big things are not good, abbot! Lishan knocked on the door of the old monk's meditation room and shouted anxiously in his heart. The old monk opened his eyes, stopped chanting the scriptures in his mouth, and said softly: "Mountain, don't worry, what happened?" The mountain said loudly: "Abbot, there are a lot of people coming to the mountain gate, it seems that they are all sick, you go and take a look, the temple gate has gathered no less than the predecessors, on the mountain road, there are black presses, and they are also full of believers!" ”

The old monk frowned, got up, and opened the meditation door, "Hurry up, look at this situation, I'm afraid there will be a plague!" "What? Pestilence? Abbot, we have always been peaceful here, there are no wars, no natural disasters, how can there be a plague? Lishan was shocked.

Lishan is just an ordinary person, when he was young, he was also a plague in his hometown, fled to Lijiang City, and was rescued by the monks in the Jingta Temple, so he stayed in the temple and later became a novice. He had a fear of the plague, which was the demon left behind by seeing his parents and relatives die of the plague!

Outside the gate of the temple through the tower, a large number of people knelt in the room, not to mention that there are thousands of people, just this, there are still people coming, the front of the temple is stuffed full, as long as you can stand where people can stand, they are people! Lishan pushed open the door, pushed aside the monks who were blocking the door, the old host showed his body, and those people, when they saw the old host, immediately cried and shouted: "Master Guanghui, please save us!" "Master Guanghui, please save my child, he is only three years old!" The shouts of thousands of people, all the same, so far away that they didn't know what they were talking about!

Those people, dressed in patched linen clothes, with red eyes, tears, and black gray faces, were full of despair and fear! There are also many people who are either carried or held by them, their faces are thin and sallow, and they can see poisonous bubbles flowing with white pus and yellow water everywhere their flesh is exposed!

The old host saw at a glance that something was wrong, walked to the people, waved his hand to everyone, let everyone calm down, the old host in this world, the prestige is too great, he waved his hand, thousands of people quieted down, the old host said: "Don't be afraid, don't be anxious, we won't ignore everyone through the pagoda temple!" Everyone is quiet first, and the old man will ask first to see what the illness is. ”

The old host's voice is not loud, but it can be heard clearly by all the people, which contains a trace of the mystery of Buddhist Zen singing, which can calm people's hearts, sure enough, after the old host finished speaking, all the people stopped making noise, looking at him one by one, their eyes were full of expectation. The old host walked up to a woman, she was holding a boy of three or four years old in her arms, this boy should be lively and lovely, but at this time, he was lifeless, his little face was thin, his eyes were closed, and his face was as yellow as if he had been coated with wax! And on the originally cute little face, one by one poisonous bubbles were very disgusting, and when a poisonous bubble burst, there was a disgusting yellow water flowing out, and in the eyes of the old host, in the yellow water, there was a trace of colorful smoke clouds flowing!

The old monk's finger pressed on the child's pulse, and the true qi protected the body, extinguishing a trace of colorful smoke and clouds! The old host frowned, withdrew his hand, and then turned to look at an old woman, the old woman was exactly the same as the child, although the symptoms were slightly different, but in her body, there was that kind of colorful smoke cloud!

The old host looked at more than a dozen people one after another, and sighed in his heart, "The sick qi that the cultivators have cultivated, who wants to use the millions of people in Lijiang City as Gu to cultivate the sick qi and cultivate the magic treasure?" The old monk couldn't guess, and instructed the monks on the left and right: "Go to the mountain, I will prescribe a prescription, you go and send it to all the pharmacies in the city, let them refine the medicine according to this prescription, maybe it can be effective, yes, you take the monks in the temple, boil medicine for your donors, remember, double the amount of medicine for the sick!" ”