The fog was filled, and the first rays of sunlight in the sky only tried, and did not continue to try to shine the light on the cliffs.

Hua Suwen was sitting cross-legged, this was already the edge of the cliff, and they had already climbed up.

Meng Po sat bored and waited, while Tang Qian found a few small trees between the cliffs and broke some branches to light the fire.

They've been here for a day.

Hua Suwen is actually just a soul at this time, according to her, she is probably a "condensed soul", but after all, she is a dead person, and if you want to really come back to life, you must look for the "vitality" she left behind in heaven and earth.

After sitting for a day, I came to the so-called "anger" three times.

For the first time, it was like purple air coming from the east, and the sky was suddenly full of auspicious clouds in the early morning, and where the so-called "life" passed, grass grew on the dry mountain, and dead trees also budded in spring.

At this time, the time is the end of the year, the middle of winter, the moat cliff is in the north of Zhongzhou, it is the cold time.

But when that anger passed through Meng Po and Tang Qian, both of them even felt that every pore on their bodies was refreshing and comfortable, and they felt warm, without using mana, and they would not feel the cold around here, because this was pure vitality.

When all the anger entered Hua Suwen's body, her figure condensed a little and became more like a real person.

The second time was at noon, in the middle of the day, and the face of Hua Suwen shone brightly.

The third time was now, there was a heavy fog on the edge of the cliff, and perhaps only a monk of Hua Suwen's realm could change such a wide range of weather with a single move.

Meng Po couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many monks in the underworld who specialize in death and life, but none of them can understand life and death thoroughly, although the immortal immortal is not considered to understand it thoroughly, but it is farther than all the monks in the entire underworld." ”

But the third time she was angry was just a small shimmer of light, which became smaller after rushing through the mist, at most it was the same as a larger firefly, and after the glimmer disappeared into Hua Suwen's body, she didn't change much.

"Don't praise me. Hua Su asked with a shallow smile: "The entire Quartet Realm is rejecting my existence, so there is not much anger that can be recovered." ”

A dead person should die, this is the simplest truth between heaven and earth, Hua Su is a dead person, so heaven and earth are restricting her spells, her magical powers.

"So your body construction is not complete enough?" Tang Qian held the book in his hand and was looking at it boredly.

Meng Po felt that the book was a little familiar.

"Boy, did you get the books out of the Difu Library?"

Tang Qian shrugged his shoulders: "I borrowed it before, it's not that I left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to pay it back, this is the flow of water in the underworld for five hundred years." "The book has a gray-black cover, but the words on it are fluid, and they are very fast, because in five hundred years, there are too many lives and deaths.

"What are you looking at?" Hua Su asked, leaning over, leaving the underworld and returning to the Four Directions Realm, her mana spells did not increase but decreased, even if she gathered her anger and wanted to reshape her physical body.

"The situation in Tsukiha Prefecture is not good. Tang Qian patted the book, and the words on the book were a little slow

Some of the names gradually dissipated, and many names were added, Tang Qian's fingers swiped over those names, and the information contained in the words directly entered his mind, probably when, where, and why this person died, as well as some general life.

Hua Suwen didn't shy away from asking at all, leaned against Tang Qian's side, and then stretched out her finger as well, she just read three or five names, and she knew what was going on: "These people all died of the plague, but they were all mortals." ”

Tang Qian said lightly: "There is a plague over there in Yueye Prefecture that can deal with the monks. ”

The public loses in the city.

The first battle of the second gate was actually only half a day later, and in the early morning of the next day, the entire city was in a hurry.

"Hey, hurry up, there are three more in Beicheng!"

"Monks who can have robes are all around their faces!

"Dead monks must not touch them directly, wrap their hands in cloth and then transport them to the southern city to be burned!"

"This is the plague! I repeat, if you can sense the power of the plague, go to the Dongcheng Medical Center, and don't touch others!"

The shouting is more lively than the New Year.

But it's definitely not a celebration of the New Year.

The plague from Fu Er was even worse than expected, there were actually only more than 20 people in front of the Tutai at that time, but it was only one night's work, and hundreds of people had a fever and coughing, a more serious one with blood in the throat, and even the lobes of the lungs in the more serious ones.

Generally, the most serious ones are the monks with low cultivation, mainly the soldiers who came from the cliff pass.

For thousands of years, the monks have never been so embarrassed, the shouts in the city came and went, everyone covered their faces with cloths, and their hands were wrapped in white cloths, as long as they had been to the earth platform yesterday and had seen the green poisonous gas, they were all called to the infirmary, and they could not come into contact with people regardless of whether they were sick or not.

The medical hall in the eastern city is actually not big, because the entire city has not been prepared to deal with the war, it is a huge fortress, but it is not a complete city, in fact, the environment of the medical hall is quiet, so that the monks of the Heavenly Destiny return to the void here to meditate and heal.

"What's the use of those secret rooms now? Open everything that can be opened! No one needs to meditate in them!" "Gong Yi commanded the disciples of the Gong Lose family in the medical hall loudly to manipulate the organs, and some of the big organs in the Gong Lose City can be controlled by the Gong Lose City, but the small organs need manpower to control and perform their own duties in order to make the entire Gong Lose City operation.

What's worse is that many of the disciples of the public losers have fallen ill.

The courtyard of the infirmary was full of monks, many of them coughing, blood was everywhere, and the groans of pain made people mistakenly think that this was the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld, and the courtyard of the infirmary was no longer placed, and the streets and alleys outside were also beginning to place patients.

And in the real sense, there are only two people who help treat doctors in the medical hall, one is Ji Gu, who has difficulty moving and even walks with a cane, and the other is a lifelong monk who is proficient in medical skills.

And the master of the lifelong monk, the righteous Zen master, is actually very good at medicine.

But it's studying how to deal with it.

"The power of the plague is more than just supernatural powers. "The righteous path monk is holding a dark green mana in his hand, but it is moving, trying to break through the mana of the righteous path and the monk, as if it has life.

The righteous path Zen master continued: "What it contains can actually be divided into two parts: 'plague' and 'power', the plague is some small insects that are difficult for us to see, and the power is the mana from Na Fu, so relatively speaking, this kind of power has little impact on our generation's return to the void, and it is even difficult to break through our mana. ”

"But the trouble is that it's very hidden. When the righteous Zen master said this, he was very serious: "It can lurk in the monk's body, even if it is infected with even a trace of plague, and then it will soon regenerate a wisp, a mass, and then the whole monk's whole body will be knocked down by the power of the plague." ”

"The white cloth said that in addition to being able to devour people's vitality, this plague power also has a strong corrosive effect on mana. Tang Qian is also researching here, but Bai Yi knows and tells Tang Qian, and Tang Qian will tell Hua Su again.

After all, Hua Suwen was a former immortal, the second person in the entire Quartet Realm.

"If the monk relies on mana to resist, it is basically equivalent to a slow death, and because Fu Er is a monk of the Mandate of Heaven, the mana of the monk below the mandate of heaven has no power to resist at all. ”

"Monks who practice plague are not particularly troublesome. Hua Suwen frowned: "The monks in my side of the world have experienced destruction and rebirth several times, and all kinds of roads have been walked, there is nothing new in the world, and now most of the monks have walked the paths, which have appeared in that world, and there have been a few monks who are good at using plagues, and I have observed them carefully." Hua Suwen seemed to be very interested in the local mansion flowing water, and after taking it, he turned the pages with relish.

She said while flipping through the book: "In fact, among the two forces of the plague, the soldier with the knife is the plague, and the power of Fu Er is the grain and grass baggage, which is to supply the plague with the knife, if you can kill Fu Er, the power of the plague will plummet, but you still need some herbs - a large number of herbs, not elixir." Hua Su asked what suddenly came to mind, biting his fingers and not speaking.

Tang Qian couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"The changes in heaven and earth are not only aura, after the end of the Dharma era, many spirit beasts that once existed have disappeared, and many herbal elixirs that once appeared have also disappeared. ”

Tang Qian frowned: "Including the medicine to treat the plague?"

Hua Su nodded and said: "There are many kinds of plagues, and the one in Yueye Prefecture seems to be similar to typhoid fever, and the main medicine is horse chestnut ephedra, bitter licorice, almonds, and some gypsum." ”

Tang Qian's face pulled: "Can the plaster still be used in medicine?"

Hua Su raised his eyebrows: "There are thousands of strange and interesting medicines in the world, and gypsum is just a very basic medicinal material, which clears away heat and quenches thirst, expels fire and removes trouble, and can also stop bleeding." ”

Tang Qian nodded and said, "It seems that some of the gold sore medicine will be put in the earthwork." "He can still deal with some knife wounds and sword wounds, but if it comes to this pharmacological pathology,

But it doesn't make sense at all.

Hua Suwen continued: "Now the bitter licorice, the almond is still there, and there is a lot of gypsum, but there is no longer production in the seven-leaf ephedra quadrangle, I know a place ......" Hua Suwen sighed, and then continued: "That is the back hand I left, and at the same time as storing the vitality, there is also a medicine garden, because that cave is closed all year round, it should still be the soil of the quadrangle realm 100,000 years ago." ”

Hua Suwen's expression was not very good.

Tang Qian couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything bad there?"

Hua Su asked: "It's okay, but you are a little familiar with that place, it is Qingshan." ”

Tang Qian suddenly knew which cave it was, Du Lishan's master, that is, Du Tian once said that there was a cave in Qingshan, which could escape the end of the Dharma era, but when the young Hua Su asked, he didn't find any signs of anyone there.

Hua Su asked and continued: "I went in once many years later, and there was a formation set by Na Du Tian in it, and I added some prohibitions, so now there are two obstacles set up by the two of them, and my strength may not be able to completely break the prohibition there because of anger and resistance between heaven and earth." ”

Tang Qian said: "So going there not only has the vitality that can restore your strength, but also the soil that can cultivate horse chestnut ephedra?"

Hua Su asked and smiled, "I even left some horse chestnut ephedra seeds." ”

Tang Qian couldn't help but feel that all this was a bit too coincidental: "Can you pinch it?"

Hua Suwen looked to the side and stuck out his tongue and said, "Little Doyle." ”

ps: This prescription is actually moved from the Ma Xing Shi Gantang in "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", and a few of the ordinary medicinal materials have been changed to some names, whether it is helpful to the current disease is not very good, I don't know, just casual nonsense, random scribbling, it can't be true, and the plot of this part is also the current situation, it is relatively boring, and after a mouthful of addiction, it will definitely win, no matter inside or outside the book, we will definitely be able to defeat the epidemic.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~