Disasters often come unpredictably.

Bedridden, moaning, restless day and night, this is the situation in Sanshanguan today.

After a while, the plague spread and tended to continue to spread.

The human heart is more terrible than the plague.

Panic and rumors are more devastating than the plague.

Fortunately in the barracks, Deng Jiugong dragged the sick body to guard the camp gate, and not a single soldier could come out.

Among the three mountain passes, there is some trouble.

A large number of people dragged their families to flee outside, and they didn't care where they fled to, the important thing was to leave the Sanshan Pass, which was like a place of nine deaths, as long as they saved their lives, they didn't even care about the way back.

Deng Xiu and Deng Chanyu barely led the soldiers to hold the pass, if the people were allowed to leave, the plague would only spread faster, and even spread throughout the entire Dashang territory, Rao was so, but it was almost to the limit.

Tailuan returned to Sanshan Pass from Chaoge, knelt directly in front of the people who wanted to escape, crying and making amends to the people, allowing them to abuse and slander, only ask everyone to stick to their homes, and never let the plague spread.

Tailuan's kneeling made the almost riotous Sanshan shut down a little, but people still didn't believe what Tailuan said, how could it be saved well?

General Qian Bao has excellent medical skills, but he can't do anything, let alone others?

Moreover, the king once said that all sides are guilty, and the sin is in all directions.

Even if the people are still brewing fruit wine and raising cattle, sheep, pigs and chickens, they still think of the bad of the king.

Flooding Chentangguan, that is Nezha's mistake, the sin is in all directions, but it is reasonable.

But whose fault is the plague now?

Is it the fault of these ordinary people?

Not really!

The army entered Vietnam to quell the rebellion, only to be infected with the plague, and the plague spread to Sanshan Pass.

Why did Yue Di rebel? It's not that the king is unpopular!

Then this is the fault of the king!

The plague is like a mirror, which illuminates people's hearts clearly, and the ancients always liked to find people to blame for natural and man-made disasters.

Sanshanguan is already in turmoil, with frequent looting and high food prices......

A plague has triggered a series of ripple effects, and the situation is getting worse.

"Smack!"

Qian Bao killed a mosquito.

Mosquitoes seem to be particularly abundant since the beginning of spring this year, and since the spread of the plague, there have been many more.

Dozens of people were gathered together, and in the middle of the mound, a few bald Taoist priests were sitting in front of them, hanging their heads and knocking on the wooden fish.

The bald Taoist priests muttered and recited the scriptures in a low voice, and there was a little compassion in their seriousness.

While!

With the last sound of the wooden fish, dozens of people knelt down, their eyes red and swollen, and their expressions were blank but there was a glimmer of hope.

Qian Bao looked for prestige and saw the wood carvings held by the bald Taoist priests.

The wood carving is a peculiar Taoist, twenty-four songs, eighteen hands, each holding Yingluo, umbrella cover, flower and other things.

Qian Bao's mood is very heavy, he is a general of Sanshan Pass, good at medical skills, and he will treat the people when they are sick and in disasters on weekdays.

But he couldn't do anything about the plague, so the people didn't believe him this time.

The people regarded the injured wood carvings of the bald Taoists as their last hope, and bowed to the wood carvings in front of them.

The backs are so depressed in Qian Bao's opinion, and the pain of bereavement can be felt hundreds of meters away.

The people followed the movements of the bald Taoists, knocking again and again, and occasionally they could hear the sobbing sound that could not be forcibly suppressed.

An old man brought a tray, and in the tray were all kinds of extremely valuable utensils that the people looked like, among which there were even family heirlooms, and there were a lot of copper coins.

"Please save us!"

"The donor is wrong, we are under the Western sect, these mundane things are actually useless, but they can only show your willingness, and with this wishing power, you can accumulate merit in this life and eliminate the evil karma of previous lives. ”

The bald Taoist said solemnly, but with a wave of his sleeves, he accepted the contents of the tray.

The old man nodded and smiled: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ......yes,

"The Master of the Sect must be grateful for your respect. ”

A bald Taoist twisted a handful of soil on the ground and sprinkled it on the wood carving:

"The poor road is not afraid of the plague and does not hesitate to come here, just to eliminate the plague for the people, this soil is blessed by the power of will, you can divide it with each other, apply it to your face, and the pain can be eliminated. ”

The people were overjoyed, thanked them again and again, and even wept and knelt down and kowtowed.

Qian Bao sighed, this is not the first day.

Bald people have some Taoism, and the wood carving and soil are really useful.

After the people smeared the soil, they were able to stop the pain, no longer alternate between cold and heat, and they would not vomit and faint.

But in the end, it was inevitable to die, but it was only to avoid the pain of illness.

The people took a handful of dirt, respectfully as if holding the tablet of their ancestors, and went home in twos and threes, with joyful smiles on their faces, as if the elimination of the plague was only within a snap of their fingers.

Even if it's just to eliminate the pain before death, it's a good thing!

Someone saw Qian Bao and dismissed it.

In the past, they were very grateful for the money to give them medical treatment and medicine, but when the plague came, everything changed.

Qian Bao couldn't cure the plague, they looked for Qian Bao to see a doctor, and watched Qian Bao shake his head again and again, that is, they cut off hope again and again.

He would rather kowtow to the wood carving to eliminate the pain, and would not go far to cooperate with Qian Bao to find a cure, rather than eliminate the pain by himself.

Under this situation, Qian Bao opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

Put yourself in your shoes, the people's minds are very simple, and there are indeed gods and monsters in this world, and there are cultivators.

If a few years ago, when the king had not ordered the prohibition of human animals, perhaps the ignorant people would have killed a few sick people in order to beg God for forgiveness and disperse the plague.

These people would have died anyway.

Qian Bao was speechless and walked home silently, he heard that the neighboring princes were already secretly preparing human and animal sacrifices, and in the face of the plague, even if it was explicitly prohibited, it was of little use.

He lay down on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he dreamed that a big bird flew into his mouth, and then the big bird turned into a book with the word "Neijing" on it.

"The diseases of the people are in charge of the diseases, and there are diseases at all times....."

"If the spring is in the summer, the people will have many diseases and epidemics....."

"The five epidemics are all easy to infect, regardless of the size, and the symptoms are similar......"

There are a lot of records about the epidemic, and it is not without cure.

"This grass was born to cover the world, Zizhi cliff with hard work; Chang Sang once said that the mystery is wonderful, and the cold door is Bupleurum. ”

This sentence kept echoing in Qian Bao's mind, he woke up immediately, went to Deng's mansion without saying a word, saw Deng Xiu, who was guarding the customs on behalf of his father, and resigned directly.

"The doctor goes to the doctor to treat the disease of the king's relatives, and the poor and lowly are relieved, and now there is the pain of zombies in every family, and there is a cry in the room, or the door is closed, or the family is mourned, or the ghosts and gods of the epidemic are done, but they don't know that this is the yin and yang out of place, the cold and summer are wrong, it is the epidemic, and the foolish people are tired of medicine, how ridiculous!"

"The epidemic is a natural disaster, but it is not a man-made disaster, and it can be changed by manpower!"

Deng Xiu looked at Qian Bao leaving in a daze, don't the people just don't believe in your medical level?

As for?

Foolishness or ignorance, the plague is really not curable, and others should not want to see a doctor and lose the last glimmer of hope!

And those bald Taoist priests are not deceitful, although the soil blesses the wishing power, although it cannot remove the plague, it can also save the people from suffering, which is a good thing.

Qian Bao didn't care about it, according to the book, he found a cliff, and as soon as he got off the cliff, he saw a bald head.

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Tomorrow's fourth watch

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