It would be an exaggeration to say that Fang Yuan could stay in this mountain forever, but staying for ten or eight years would not have much impact on him, after all, it was quiet here, and he could do what he wanted to do, which really made him feel satisfied, and he wanted nothing else.

And Guan Ao was not happy before, after all, Fang Yuan could stay still, but he couldn't stay very much, the most important thing was to eat, Fang Yuan was not not a person who didn't eat fireworks in the world, he drank wine and food, but he didn't have that much demand in this area, he usually took a pill, or ate a fairy fruit, he could also spend the day safely, Guan Ao couldn't do it, he couldn't do it without meat, and he couldn't think about it without those meals full of fireworks, but fortunately, now that there are people from this tribe who worship him as a mountain god, it solves his big problem.

Those tribesmen from time to time offer all kinds of game and all kinds of salt and other things, except for the beautiful women, he is all unceremoniously accepted, even the fox is very excited about this, happily follow him to show off his might, eat and drink, occasionally bite to death a few beasts that threaten the tribe to play majestic, and now he is respected as the second master of the mountain god......

As for Fang Yuan and the white cat, these tribesmen had also seen it once or twice, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Cats, aren't they just rats?

And the young man in the green robe, white and clean, thin and weak, must be the retinue of the mountain god!

......

......

Of course, no matter how much Fang Yuan liked this kind of life, when it was close to a year, he had to leave, the reason was very simple, the magical spells he had learned before had now been integrated into the Xuanhuang One Qi Technique, and he began to feel that his own background was seriously insufficient, to a certain extent, he also began to lack food, but it was just food for studying and cultivating.

Then, just as he began to plan when to leave this place, Guan Ao, who was very satisfied with the work of the mountain gods in several tribes, suddenly hurried back to the cave mansion and looked at Fang Yuan with an anxious face: "Little Brother Fang, will you cure the disease?"

Fang Yuan heard this, but he was a little surprised: "Who is sick?"

"There was a sudden great plague in the tribe, and it was very powerful......"

Guan Ao looked anxious and said, "Many people died, and they all begged me to treat them, but I ...... I won't......"

"A plague?"

Fang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, he suddenly sensed something, looked at Guan Ao carefully, and then frowned slightly.

Now that he has formed a golden pill to nourish his soul, the power of induction is far from being comparable to that when he built the foundation before, at this time, he clearly noticed that Guan Ao had not returned for a few days, but the qi on his body had actually undergone some kind of change, his eyes were bloodshot, and his qi seemed to be a little weak, and it seemed that he was about to have a precursor to a serious illness, which made him feel slightly solemn in his heart, and he was anxious to let him sit down.

After a careful investigation, he was sure in his heart that Guan Ao seemed to be contaminated with some kind of plague, but his physical body was really strong, so he forcibly suppressed it, but it can also be imagined that ordinary people will encounter this kind of plague, what will be the result.

"Take me to see it!"

After thinking for a long time, Fang Yuan said to Guan Ao.

Guan Ao was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up to lead the way in front, and the fox outside was also probing his brain to watch.

Running the mana, soaring away, with Fang Yuan's current cultivation, but most of the day's effort, he has already arrived at the nearest tribe, at this glance, his face suddenly changed slightly, only to see that in the sky above the tribe, there is actually a layer of thin black gas, very strange, but below, the tribe is full of mourning, and the sound of crying and moaning can be heard from time to time.

pressed the clouds, and the people in the tribe who could move around immediately surrounded them, pulling the corners of Guan Ao's pants for help.

Guan Ao is such a big man, but he was helpless at this time, so he had to keep dissuading: "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Fang is here, he is the most capable person, don't worry, rest assured, he will definitely save you......"

Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to others, walked around the tribe, but only saw a shocking scene, only to see that this plague came extremely hard, hundreds of people in this tribe, most of them were infected with the epidemic, one by one red eyes, more serious blood was about to flow down, the body was also festering, the strong hunter also lost his strength, lying on the stone bed dying and waiting for death.

With a little mana, you can even see that in mid-air, I don't know how many unjust souls who have died of illness are crying.

"This plague is so powerful......"

Fang Yuan investigated, but he was sure that this place was not poisoned by someone, or was impregnated by some kind of demonic energy, it was indeed a plague, but this plague came too quickly, three or four days ago, Guan Ao had also come, and he didn't see anything unusual, but now, in just three or four days, it was actually a great plague that came, and the entire tribe became a hell on earth......

"Brother Fang, can you help them heal?"

Guan Ao rubbed his hands anxiously, and followed behind Fang Yuan step by step.

"What about the other tribes?"

Fang Yuan didn't answer, he let Guan Ao lead the way first, and took a look at several other places.

It turned out that this plague was really terrible, and several other tribes were also the same.

Looking at Guan Ao's anxious eyes, Fang Yuan had no choice but to nod first and said, "I'll try it!"

When Guan Ao heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted to the people in the tribe: "Peace of mind, peace of mind, there is salvation......

Everyone in the tribe, even if they were dying, immediately exuded a little radiance.

Although he was already planning to leave, in the face of such a miserable situation of the villagers of these tribes, Fang Yuan naturally couldn't turn a blind eye, for him, this was not a question of saving or not saving, just a question of how to save it!

With a slight groan in his heart, he raised his hand and pressed it, and a faint purple light centered on him and spread out to the entire tribe.

As this purple light spread, everyone in the tribe seemed to be a little more energetic at the same time.

Some people were visibly aware of the changes in themselves, and some screamed in surprise.

It's just that Fang Yuan's face is still not relaxed, he just temporarily cast a pill light, dispersed it into the bodies of everyone in the tribe, and helped them resist the plague, mana can improve people's qi and blood and resist the plague, but this is also a way to cure the symptoms but not the root cause, it can't eradicate their epidemic, and Fang Yuan can't always give them mana to hang their lives.

"Let's find some herbs first!"

Fang Yuan whispered a few words to Guan Ao, while pondering the method of curing the plague in his heart.

Although he does not specialize in Dan Dao medicine, but since he has embarked on the road of cultivation, he also understands some medical science more or less, before the formal practice, basic pharmacology and Dan Law are also one of the knowledge they must learn, Fang Yuan has a good grasp of this, "Shennong Dian", "Yellow Emperor Learning", "Baicao Jing", "Western Wilderness Note" and other pharmacological classics, but also the back of the rolling melon is ripe, if it is an ordinary epidemic, Fang Yuan does not dare to say that he can be caught, and the problem is not big, but this epidemic is very powerful, he can only try it first.

While asking Guan Ao to prepare the required elixir, Fang Yuan flew up and checked it in the left and left of the Quartet first, where the plague started, there must be a plague source, if the plague source is found, remove it, and then treat the plague can get twice the result with half the effort, but what surprised Fang Yuan was that under his flight, he had seen it within a radius of two or three hundred miles, but he found that everything was normal, so he had to return to the tribe.

Squatting in front of a patient, his two fingers clamped out, capturing a breath on his body, and then using his divine sense to slowly sense, subdividing the changes in the qi and machine, and then slowly corroborating each other with the pharmacology in his mind.

The pills he usually comes into contact with are all related to cultivation, these pharmacology, he has not been in contact for a long time, fortunately, he has a good memory, and now he has turned it out again, and it is not unfamiliar, through the identification of those plagues, he gradually has a few ideas, and then quickly conceived a few pills in his heart, whether it works or not, he can only try it first.

"Is there a Dan furnace?"

Fang Yuan turned his head and asked one of the priests in the tribe.

"Yes...... There was ......"

The priest was an old man who looked to have lived for an unknown number of years, and his teeth were about to fall out, but he was not infected by the pestilence, and when he heard this, he nodded hurriedly, and trotted to his stone house, and brought out a dark Dan furnace, and laid it on the ground.

Fang Yuan took a look, but found that the Dan furnace was cast of pig iron, with three legs and four holes, and there was not even a rune on it, it was just a simple Dan furnace of the lowest level in the cultivation world, maybe he had built it himself according to the gourd painting scoop after hearing about the Dan furnace outside, but fortunately, what Fang Yuan wanted to refine was not originally a pill taken by cultivators, and the requirements were not so high.

Nodding his head to indicate that it was okay, he picked up a few herbs, took a pill from his Qiankun bag, and put it in the Dan furnace.

At this time, the priest had already brought another bundle of firewood, and he was about to stuff it into the furnace.

Fang Yuan helplessly stopped him, and with a little index finger, under the Dan furnace, a green flame immediately rose up.

The priest was dumbfounded, and shouted, "Mountain god...... Three masters, ......"

Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself, why did I just mess up with the third child?

Dan is divided into elixir, Bao Dan, Shen Dan, and elixir, each type of Dan is divided into one to nine turns, one turn is a change, nine turns are the most changes, the highest grade of the pill, the most difficult to refine, with Fang Yuan's current level, naturally can't do it, but now what he wants to refine is just a medicine to cure the plague, not even a spirit pill, let alone a few turns, so under his careful control, it is also very smooth.

After the fire three times, the Dan furnace was already fragrant, and everyone in the sick tribe was refreshed when they smelled it.

"Take the catastrophe and boil the water, boil the pill, whether you are sick or not, people take a bowl!"

Fang Yuan took out the elixir, only to see that it was red like a pigeon's egg, and he didn't give it to anyone directly, after all, it added the elixir in his Qiankun bag, the medicinal properties were too strong, and ordinary people with strong physique ate it, I was afraid that it would also end up with a direct burst of meridians, so he just took a big disaster, put the pill in it, and then boiled it violently, and then put hot water out for people to take.

Soon, the tribal people who took Danshui had a noticeable improvement in complexion, and the sound of moaning was much less.

Guan Ao looked at it with great joy in his heart, and the other party said: "Little Brother Fang, I know that you know everything......

And the people in the tribe who have recovered some of their spirits also gathered to thank the mountain god and thank the three masters of the mountain god.

"Thank you, Lord Mountain God!"

Fang Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, but he was a little sensitive to this title, but although the plague had improved significantly, he was not in a hurry to leave, and stayed in the tribe that night, preparing some more herbs, planning to eradicate the epidemic once and for all.

But what he didn't expect was that on the same night, the people in the tribe suddenly became more serious and menacing.

Fang Yuan suddenly had some doubts: "It doesn't make sense......"