Barefoot Lang, one of the "five flowers" in "Variety".

The five flowers, golden chrysanthemum, kapok, narcissus, fire thorn, and earth ox, refer to the five kinds of trades in the rivers and lakes. The kapok in it refers to the barefoot lang.

As for why it is kapok, because of its age, many people have not been able to say clearly, a more reliable statement is that people believe that kapok is bright red like blood, symbolizing vitality, so it is used to refer to the group of doctors who treat diseases and save people.

And because the common people used to call these traveling doctors who walked the streets and alleys barefoot doctors and barefoot Taoist priests, the cultivation community followed this saying and called them "barefoot lang".

Similar to people in other walks of life in the "variety", the barefoot lang is also a typical "lower ninth rate", even if the barefoot lang who has entered the cultivation avenue, he is often scattered and still at the bottom of the cultivation world.

The more you struggle at the bottom, the easier it is to get mixed. Therefore, even if it was originally a business of curing diseases and saving people, there will still be a lot of defrauding people and taking people's lives, which greatly ruined the reputation of the industry. The worse the reputation, the harder it is to survive, and a vicious circle is formed. That's why you have this question.

This behavior is somewhat impolite, but for the simple-minded Aiwu, he has actually been used to it for a long time, and he doesn't feel offended. And he didn't realize it until this time, and asked rhetorically with a little surprise:

"It turns out that the wanderer is also a cultivator?"

Laughing with his head free. I couldn't help but complain in my heart, your reflex arc has also grown a little, right? I used sound transmission to chat with you early this morning until now, and it was only after I guessed the identities of your master and apprentice that you realized that I was also a "fellow believer"?

Somehow, Ai Wu, who received an affirmative answer, was relieved and curious:

"Fellow Daoist, your aura is too well constricted, isn't it? I didn't notice it at all! Could it be that your cultivation is higher than mine?"

You smiled and didn't speak, and after a while, he changed the topic and urged: "Hurry up and get on the road." Since it is plague, it needs to be prevented and treated as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, the two of them quickened their pace and hurried with all their might. After a stick of incense, I came to Jiajia Village.

At this time, the road at the entrance of the village has been blocked by a temporary wooden fence, and a wooden sign has been planted that reads "Outsiders are not allowed to enter".

Behind the fence were two villagers armed with sickles and shovels, and when they saw that they were sick, they immediately opened the fence and let them in.

At this time, an old man with a solemn face greeted him and said, "You can be regarded as sick and unreasonable." ”

His gaze hurriedly swept over the free body, and he nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting. Then he couldn't help but say, and he walked forward with his illness.

As he walked, he asked, "Village Chief Jia, what's the situation?"

"Two more died, and there are two people in the Zhengcai family, only a five-year-old son is left, and the situation is not good. There were only three people in his family, and Daoist Hua ordered us to gather the other three patients in their house. ”

You Li took a few steps to follow, and took the opportunity to scan the situation in the village. Although it was noon, the doors of every house were closed, and everyone did not dare to go out.

The whole village was empty and eerily quiet.

Walking into Jia Zhengcai's house, there were three people lying on the ground in the hall, coughing incessantly, while the bodies of the Jia couple were placed in the back room.

The village chief led the two into another room, where they saw an old Taoist priest in a black robe, treating a little boy who was short of breath.

After looking at it for a while, he felt that although the old Taoist priest's medical practice was not very clever, it was generally handled properly, so he retreated to the hall and leaned over to inspect the situation of the other three patients.

Then, Jing Jing walked into the back room, re-examined the condition of the two deceased, and had a little count in his heart. Then return to the hut and gently summon the village chief.

The old man in his sixties, with a tired face at this time, looked at him suspiciously, and asked:

"Little official, what's the matter with you?"

Freeing took out a packet of medicinal powder and said:

"Village chief, please boil a pot of boiling water, pour this packet of powder into it and stir well. Then spray the whole room. ”

The village chief looked at him suspiciously, his Adam's apple stirred, and finally he didn't say anything, and turned his head to do as he was told.

When he entered the inner room, he saw that the Taoist priest was going to bleed the boy, so he stopped him in a loud voice:

"The road is long and slow, this kid hasn't gotten blood in his mouth and his body is black, why don't you try my pill first?"

I didn't see anything wrong, so I quickly introduced it.

After listening to the apprentice's words, Watson took the pill as he said, sniffed it under his nose, nodded thoughtfully, and fed the child himself.

Subsequently, the three of them each administered pills to the three people in the hall. At this time, the village chief had already soaked the disinfectant as instructed.

Several people worked together to spray and disinfect the inside and outside of the house.

After all this, seeing that the village chief still didn't quite understand the intention of doing this, Watson explained with a smile:

"Don't look at the age of these little friends, the diagnosis and treatment methods are much stronger than the old way. The medicine that has just been sprayed is used to kill the possible source of the epidemic - I don't know if you still have the powder? ”

After listening to it, he also secretly praised the master of the sick no in his heart. Just because he could instantly understand the meaning and importance of sanitizing, he knew that he was definitely not a barefoot man like a quack liar. Sure enough, if there is a disciple, there must be a teacher.

After carefully exploring the situation in the house, You Li actually had a general understanding that this plague was not the most deadly kind, and there were no black tumors on several people's bodies, and because of the timely detection and proper treatment, the germs lost the opportunity to spread and mutate on a large scale.

It's not clear if the plague in this world is different from what he remembers, but since it's still under control, it can prevent the worst.

After that, the village chief found a few helpers, all of whom first took the free concocted medicine to prevent infection, and then began to sanitize the whole village in full swing.

Watson worked hard for two days in a row, and after taking the medicinal soup, he fell asleep on the wooden table in the courtyard.

You Li asked the village chief to take someone to pull out the bodies of Jia Zhengcai and his wife for cremation, and the village chief muttered a few words, but he still obediently did so.

By the end of the day, it was already evening.

When Watson woke up, the village chief had already finished dinner, and the three of them sat in the courtyard of the dead Jia Zhengcai's house to eat. The child is asleep and needs to be guarded by them.

As if he didn't remember it at this time, he took out his pouch and handed it to the master, reminding: "Master, there is a jar of good wine in it, which was invited by a fellow Daoist." ”

When Watson heard this, he smiled, took out the wine, and took a big sip first.

You Li was a little uneasy and asked:

"Senior, after the city god gets the news, how long does it take for him to arrange people? Why is it that a day has passed, and no one comes?"

Watson don't look at his age, but he is a master who has wine, and at this time, his chest is open, so he is a little unscrupulous, and said frankly:

"The question now is not how long it will take for people to come, but whether this plague is above or below. ”

Watson said, raising his chin slightly towards the sky.

You didn't understand it for a while, and her face was full of doubts.

The illness was not seen, and he explained in a mental voice:

"Daoists don't know that all the plagues in the world can be divided into two kinds: one is that the plague was born in the human world and is not controlled, resulting in its spread, and the other is that the human world is disqualified, and the heavens are angry and send down punishments such as epidemics to show warning.

"Therefore, if this plague is the work of the great god in charge of the plague in Heavenly Court, even if it is the earth in charge of one side of the human world, he will not dare to interfere casually. Therefore, the old man naturally needs to confirm this matter before he can decide whether to take care of it or not. ”

"That old man" refers to the county town god they just worshipped this morning. Because the entire Shengshan County is under his jurisdiction, he naturally does not dare to call him by his name, otherwise he will be touched by the god who is the landlord of one side.

The so-called three feet above the head has a god, nothing more than that.

He asked, "So, how do you confirm the 'old man'?"

Watson said with drunken eyes:

"How else can you confirm it? The county town god reports the state city god, the state city god reports the capital city god, and the capital city god reports the emperor ......"

I sighed again and again when I heard the words, but I didn't expect that there was also an insoluble bureaucratic system in the gods' lineage? If you really wait until the information is transmitted to the Heavenly Court Plague God, the more than 100 people in Jiajia Village will have already died, right?

Could this be the real reason why Lou Chenghuang let him go with his illness in the morning?

Watson continued: "According to the old way, this plague is still from the human world, and the possibility of artificial poisoning is not ruled out. ”

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out a bitten piece of wild fruit from the inside of his belt and placed it on the wooden table.

When I looked closely, I saw that the inside and outside of the wild fruit were covered with purple-green mildew. The mold was obviously still alive, and it was still wriggling.

Watson was about to open his mouth to explain, when he suddenly frowned. At the same time, the wanderer was also aware of it.

The two glanced at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding.

Watson looked up and took a long sip of his wine, then burped. The smell of wine blurted out, forming a transparent bubble that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and went down the wind.

After a few breaths, behind a huge pine tree dozens of feet away, there was a slight muffled grunt.