Han crisp, that is, the meaning of snowflakes.

Hanshu County is next to the snow field, not far from Yanzhou in the north, in winter, the temperature is extremely low, and snow often falls.

At one point, the mage followed a servant and walked along the streets of Hanshu County, looking left and right, and almost every house had its doors closed, and no one could be seen on the street. Even those closed portals, most of them were not only devoid of any movement, but also of any life.

I don't know how many homes have been emptied of this pandemic.

Now it is the cold winter wax moon, I am afraid that there will be people who will freeze to death in the peaceful years, not to mention the current disaster year, which is a military disaster and a demon, and there is a great drought and a plague......

How many struggles are there in the world?

At one point, the Venerable Master remembered the ascetics he had seen when he was making orders and traveling around his spiritual practices.

Then he shook his head and continued walking.

The little official in front of him talked to him as he walked.

Speaking of the population of Hanshu County, how many people have contracted the epidemic, how many have died, which county officials have escaped, which ones are still fighting the epidemic, and what countermeasures are there.

The little official's surname is Jin, and he can't talk about any official position in the county government, and his mother and brother are also sick and moved, so he is very happy to tell him about the situation inside, and he also admires people like him very much.

Generally, the sick relocation workshop is set up at the city gate, which is convenient, and many things are convenient, and it is also very convenient for them, who are practicing or doctors from other places, if they want to enter, they will go directly to the city gate. After that, if there are officials in the city who can take care of things, they will not let you run around, and it will be convenient to enter and exit for inspection.

The same is true for Hanshu County.

But they came in through the south gate, but the sick house was at the north gate.

The Taoist chief he met for the first time last night was obviously the first time to be here, but the officials in the city seemed to have great respect for him, for some reason, but after all, it was thanks to the blessing of the Taoist chief - the officers and soldiers guarding the city not only let themselves into the city very decisively, but also did not let themselves go around the north gate from outside the city, but allowed themselves to pass through the city, and called a Xu official to lead the way.

That's a good thing.

It's just that after entering the city, he separated from the Taoist chief, who said that he would go to the temple in the city to find the local shrine god, but he didn't know what was going on, so he went to the sick migration workshop.

Once the master walked back to the county, he met a lot of fellow people, both Taoists, monks, Jianghu masters, and traveling doctors from all over the world, everyone has their own skills, each has its own method, often get together and often leave, and even accidentally contracted and died.

"This is it."

"Thank you, Lord Kim."

"The villain's brother only went in yesterday, his condition is very mild, and he looks very similar to the villain, if the master sees it, please say hello to the villain for the brother." The official stopped and said to the monk, "In addition, my brother used to work in the county office, and after the master enters, if you have anything, you can find him first." ”

"Definitely, definitely."

At one point, the mage knew that he was actually asking him to take care of his brother, but he smiled and agreed.

Only then did the official leave with peace of mind.

At one point, the mage stepped over a pile of debris.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Before I could go inside, I heard a cough.

The so-called sick relocation workshop is an area separated from the city, and the infected people are put into it, so as to separate them from normal people. But in fact, most of the sick people are not responsible for treatment, except for doctors who are also infected or kind-hearted and willing to take the initiative to go in. In addition, at a fixed time every day, the dead are pulled out by the slightly ill or by special personnel, and then taken away by the person to be burned or buried.

To put it bluntly, it's just throwing the patient in and waiting to die.

But it was a helpless move.

As a monk who has the Tao to protect his body, once the mage would not be disturbed by illness, but there was no cure for the disease.

There are only two spell spells.

The first is the mantra of relieving suffering and relieving suffering that he learned from his master, and it is also the only Buddhist mantra in Shengde Temple that he is a monk, which has no other use but to help people alleviate their suffering.

At one time, the mage was proficient in this method, and if he sincerely cast and recited the spell, even if he had the pain of the nine-day plague and did not want to live, he could almost be disease-free and painless. As long as the body of the sick person has not shrunk, he can walk, and as long as the throat has not completely weakened, he can speak freely, which is not only less painful, but also preserved his dignity.

The second is that when he traveled to Tianhai Temple, he learned from the abbot to relieve disasters and curses.

The curse of going to the disaster and relieving the misfortune has the effect of curing the disease, but it can only cure some minor diseases of typhoid fever, and the nine-day epidemic is too powerful and complicated, and this curse cannot be solved, but it can only slow down the spread of the disease and make the patient struggle for a few more days.

The former is easy and can save 100 people a day.

The latter is difficult, and only one person per day.

However, the monks' mana and energy are limited, and if there are not many sick people, it is fine, but if the number of people is large, it will eventually be a trade-off.

I have been walking for a long time, and I know that I can't cure this demon plague no matter what, and it is not all meaningless to let the patient live for a few more days, but after all, it is better to let more people relieve their suffering.

So it's been a long time since he's cast the Calamity Curse.

When I think about it today, it's already a little rusty.

Yes –

If you haven't heard that Doctor Cai has cracked the demon plague, it's okay, now that you have heard about it, the people of this Hanshu County will be saved. You have to recite the mantra to save the suffering, and you have to recite the mantra to relieve the calamity, so that the epidemic in a patient can be relieved for a few days, and a life may be saved. Even after knowing that the miracle doctor has a cure, it is very difficult to spread it, especially to these poor people.

It's just that there is hope in the end.

So there was the sound of chanting in the sick house.

The sick spread word of mouth and spontaneously gathered around the monks, either sitting or lying, listening to the sound of the scriptures and falling asleep.

The cough is noticeably less and less frequent.

Since the pandemic, the night at the gate of the North City has never been so quiet, only the north wind is howling, and the chanting sound does not stop in the middle of the night.

"Ahem......"

The monk's face was a little more tired, and his lips were chapped, but he didn't stop until his mana was exhausted.

It wasn't until the fifth watch that I took a break.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, a spirit fell into a dream.

In the dream, there is a hunchbacked old woman, less than the height of a person's knees, not born short, but small, and the proportions are still the same as that of an ordinary old woman.

The old woman claimed to be the god of the cold land, and she came to her dream not for anything else, but to inform the people that after dawn tomorrow, there would be rain from heaven, and that those who were not sick would be drenched with rain to prevent infection, and those who were sick would be able to suffer less and live for a day or two.

The next morning.

I saw a middle-aged man who looked seven or eight points similar to the official who led the way yesterday running around, telling the gods that he had a dream last night, for fear that everyone would not know and pay attention to it, or that they would not know what time it was.

Under his preaching, no matter whether they were sick or not, as long as they could still walk, they all went out and waited outside, and even some who were terminally ill and could not walk, were also supported and sent to the open air.

The monk will be skeptical and look up at the sky.

Although it is not a sunny day today, the sky is also a leaden white, only a few light grays, no dark clouds, where is the rain?

What's more, it's a cold winter, and even if it's going to rain, it should be snowing.

Thinking of yesterday's entrustment from the little official, while the middle-aged man walked past him again, the monk stopped him:

"Donor."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped, looked at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and saluted him, "Why did the master stop the villain?" ”

"The donor's surname is Kim?"

"How does the master know?"

"The donor's younger brother asked the poor monk to say hello to the donor."

"Two Gold ......"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked, "How is Erjin now?" Are you still in charge of the relocation of the hospital? ”

"When the poor monk came in, he ordered his younger brother to be on duty at the gate of the city."

"That's good, that's good."

Hearing that his younger brother had left the dangerous sick relocation workshop, the middle-aged man quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The donor has a deep brotherhood."

At one point, the master said a word, and then asked him, "Last night, the poor monk also dreamed of the gods, did you all dream of it?" ”

"Master Hui, the villain asked, and I dreamed of it." The middle-aged man replied, "And in the past, the villain used to go to the snow temple in the city, and he saw this land god in the land temple, and he looked the same as in his dreams. ”

"I see."

"Is there anything else to do, Master?"

"One more thing......"

At one point, the Venerable Master cleared his throat and said to him for help: "The poor monks chanting sutras here can remove the pain of the sick, and can benefit dozens of people in a day. ”

The middle-aged man agreed, and then left again, and at this time the open air of the sick relocation workshop was already crowded with patients.

At one point, the mage couldn't help but raise his head again and look at the sky.

If the gods were able to manifest, how could they wait until today?

However, just after saying a few words, the sky was already windless, and a small piece of black black and black happened to cover the sky above the cold crisp.

Calculate the time, and it is approaching the end of the day.

When the time came, it really rained from the sky.

This rain is magical, drenched on the body, not cold at all, at most only a little cool, if you are sick, but solve the headache. When it falls on the ground, it moistens things silently, and it does not see when it enters the soil, and when it falls on the clothes, it does not wet the cloth, but only burrows into the body.

The people of the city were shocked, only to feel that the gods appeared.

"Land God...... Shrine ......"

At one point, the mage muttered, looked up at the sky, and suddenly showed a smile under the rain.

"Heh......"

Where are the gods doing it?

It's a companion.

The monk's face grew with a smile on his face.

Even if I have met many fellow travelers since I returned to the county, I am still inevitably moved by them.

Retracting his gaze and looking at the people around him, the monk who had exhausted his mana was very helpless, so he had to bow his head and close his eyes, and silently recited in his heart:

"The Buddha is above, the disciple is shallow, and the mana is low, but seeing the suffering of the people in Gui County, the heart is unbearable, and the mana is exhausted is also a drop in the bucket, if the Buddha can hear it, then please be merciful, and lend a scoop of boundless mana to the disciple for temporary use, and the disciple is willing to exchange Yang Shou."

Boundless rain is falling.

Miraculously, the Buddha seemed to have really heard his prayers, and when he opened his eyes, the mana that had been used up in his body had been restored.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At one point, the Venerable Master closed his eyes and recited a mantra.

……

Around noon.

The Taoist also brought the three-flowered cat and the swordsman to the sick relocation workshop, and saw countless people waiting to die, as well as a fat monk surrounded by a crowd and reciting Buddhist mantras like a bodhisattva.

The group walked along the way, and I don't know how many people in the epidemic they saw, but every time they saw it, they still couldn't bear it.

And this fat monk, not only cast a spell to save the people from suffering, dozens of people a day, but also cast a spell to curb the disease, only one person a day, the two are too much for him, and in the back, when the mana is exhausted, it is almost consuming his own roots. But there are more than a thousand people in this sick relocation workshop, and with him like this, he doesn't know how many lives it will take.

As he said, Mo Dao has a small fluorescence, and he still has a heart for the night.

This heart is burning and seems to be tireless.

Song You asked him when he stopped, and he only said that in this world, there are not thousands of people in one heaven and earth, but in the eyes of thousands of people, there are thousands of heavens and earths, and one person has been saved, not just one person in heaven and earth, but a world that has saved one person.

Quite an interesting statement.

This guy is also quite interesting.

Song You likes to talk and get along with such people, and likes to see such a world.

Originally, he had come to say goodbye to him and go to the snow field, and after a conversation with him, he was influenced by him and decided to stay for a few more days and renew the life of the patients in Hanshu County with him.

There is a lot of spiritual power, and it is still turned into a pill, and the local community god is sent to the village of Hanshu County.

It just so happens that this shrine god is also pitiful.

Hanshu County is close to the snowfield, adjacent to a big demon king who doesn't even care about the Heavenly Palace, and can't even get rid of the Thunder Minister, and it is difficult to be a god in itself. There is a big epidemic, and the people of Hanshu County are not three out of ten, even if the living still have the mind to worship the gods, it is not her who worships. The faith has been severed, and it is on the verge of dissipation, and now the Dharma Body is not necessarily as big as the cat body of Sanhua Niangniang.

Although the gods of the shrine did nothing, they were really powerless, and they were much better than the group of righteous gods in the Heavenly Palace.

So he saved her some incense.

So the Taoist, the cat and the swordsman all stayed in the sick relocation workshop and did not go out all day. Under his influence, the surviving officials and wealthy families in the county took more care of the sick relocation workshop, and ate better every day, and heard that there were high-ranking people in the sick relocation workshop who were treating the sick, curing the pain, and alleviating the disease, and some rich people and officials also sent the sick family members over.

Now the life of the sick people in the fang is better.

The middle-aged man surnamed Jin, who was originally a clerk in Hanshu County, was also a wonderful person, and the days before the nine-day epidemic were not considered painful, and the monk's mantra for saving suffering and suffering was more cost-effective for the seriously ill, so he joined forces with several other people who were mild to send serious illnesses every day, and also did all the auxiliary work.

Just wait for the real hope to come.

However, the treatment of the miracle doctor is not just a prescription, in addition to the prescription for internal and external use, there is also acupuncture and moxibustion fumigation to assist in order to completely remove the roots, and it costs not only materials, but also people.

Although Guijun is only a county, it is not too remote, but it is necessary to wait for the divine doctor to slowly promote the whole county through the county, and then send it to Zhizhou, and then use the power of Hezhou to rescue Guijun. Hezhou is exhausted, and may not be able to provide the manpower and material resources to help the entire county, and it is impossible to say that he will have to go to the capital of Angzhou to ask the imperial court, I don't know how long.

Hope is there, but it's not easy to wait.

Thanks to the alliance leader of the "Soul Snatcher" boss, bow and show your chest!

(End of chapter)