The whole Lijiang City, the east is noble and the west is poor, the northern army is rich in the south, and the west of the city is the residence of some ordinary people, most of them are thatched huts and thatched huts, living in poverty, and it is not easy to live!

In the dead of night, beside a well in the west of the city, a beautiful woman floated down, stood still beside the well, and a flower of white bones and skeletons bloomed in her hand! The flower emitted seven-colored smoke, fell into the well, and dissipated invisibly! The woman flew up again, and went to other wells, and in the middle of the night, the woman melted more than a thousand wells in the west of the city into colorful smoke!

The sun is rising, the whole silent city of the Lijiang River begins to wake up, the people in the west of the city, every family goes to the well to pick up water, or wash their faces and rinse their mouths, or wash vegetables and cook, that is, there are many people who drink cold raw water directly! And in the well water, whether it is raw water or boiling water, there is a trace of the colorful haze that mortals see, flowing into the body with the mouth!

As the old saying goes, illness comes from the mouth, and there is a saying in Buddhism that there are 30,000,000 dust insects in this bowl of water, so if the people of this Buddhist family want to drink raw water, they must first recite the mantra of rebirth. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info drink raw water, there is already a risk of pests and diseases entering the body, not to mention, there are colorful smoke clouds in this water!

In the year of the plague, first the elderly, children, then women and children, and finally the sturdy men, the colorful smoke in the well water is the sickness of the white bone skull flower that the flower wants to refine, if it is cultivated to the extreme, this sickness can evolve into the mother of the plague, and the poisonous gas of all kinds of diseases in the world is based on this, and it can make the cultivator sick, silently, and very powerful! Although the white bone skull flower of Hua Xiangrong has only been sacrificed and refined, there are not a few layers of prohibition, but the sickness that has been cultivated and nurtured has already been achieved, not to mention that it is a sick mortal, it is a person in the rivers and lakes who practices martial arts and has a strong body, can fall ill!

If a person is sick and sees a doctor, he sees a doctor and takes medicine, and he spends money on medicine, but he may not be able to afford to see a doctor! The west of the city is full of poor people, and on weekdays, he is full of the days when he has a meal and no next meal, and there are not many medical centers in the west of the city, so what should he do if he is sick? Naturally, he went to find the Jingta Temple!

Buddhism is so good, my Buddha is compassionate! This country is a place where Buddhism is good, although it cannot change the gap between the rich and the poor among mortals, the level of high and low, but Buddhism is not able to let go of the ordinary people who have the most in the world and are also the greatest source of their incense and wishing power! This Jingta Temple, every day, will give porridge and medicine to help the people! Therefore, when a large number of people fall ill, their first reaction is not to go to the hospital, but to go to the Jingta Temple, and ask the masters to save their lives!

The mountain ran to the backyard in a hurry, "Abbot, abbot, something is wrong, abbot!" Lishan knocked on the door of the old monk's meditation room, and shouted anxiously in his heart. The old monk opened his eyes, stopped chanting the scriptures in his mouth, and said softly: "Mountain, don't worry, what's going on?" The mountain said loudly: "Abbot, there are many people coming to the mountain gate, they seem to be sick, you go and take a look, the temple gate has gathered no less than the predecessors, and the mountain road, there are still black presses, and they are also full of believers!"

The old monk frowned, got up, and opened the meditation door, "Let's go, look at this situation, I'm afraid there will be a plague!" "What?plague?abbot, we have always been peaceful here, there are no soldiers, no natural disasters, how can there be a plague?"

Lishan is just an ordinary person, when he was young, he was also a plague in his hometown, fled to Lijiang City, and was rescued by the monks in the Jingta Temple, so he stayed in the temple and later became a novice. He had a fear of the plague, which was the demon left behind by seeing his parents and relatives die of the plague!

Outside the gate of the Jingta Temple, a large number of people knelt down in Wuyang, not to mention a thousand people, just this, there are still people rushing to come, stuffing the front of the temple to the full, as long as you can stand in the place of people, are people! The shouts of thousands of people, all the same, so far away that they didn't know what they were talking about!

Those people, dressed in patched linen clothes, with red eyes, tears, and black gray faces, were full of despair and fear! There were also many people who were carried or carried by them, their faces were thin and sallow, and they could see poisonous bubbles flowing with white pus and yellow water on their faces, necks, arms, and everywhere their flesh was exposed!

The old host saw at a glance that something was wrong, walked to the people, waved his hand to everyone, let everyone calm down, the old host in this world, the prestige is too great, he waved his hand, thousands of people quieted down, the old host said: "Everyone should not be afraid, do not be anxious, we will not ignore everyone through the pagoda temple! ”

The old host's voice is not loud, but it can be heard clearly by all the people, which contains a trace of the mystery of Buddhist Zen singing, which can calm people's hearts, sure enough, after the old host finished speaking, all the people stopped making noise, looking at him one by one, their eyes were full of expectation. The old host walked up to a woman, she was holding a three or four-year-old boy in her arms, this boy should have been lively and lovely, but at this time, he was lifeless, his little face was thin, his eyes were closed, and his face was as yellow as if he had been coated with wax!

The old monk pressed his fingers on the child's pulse, and his true qi moved to protect his body, extinguishing a trace of colorful smoke and clouds! The old monk frowned, withdrew his hand, and then turned to look at an old woman, who was exactly the same as the child, although the symptoms were slightly different, but in her body, there was that kind of colorful smoke cloud!

The old host looked at more than a dozen people one after another, and sighed in his heart, "The sick qi that the cultivators have cultivated, who wants to use the millions of people in Lijiang City as Gu, nourish and refine the sick qi, and cultivate the magic treasure?" The old monk couldn't guess, and ordered the monks on the left and right: "Go to the mountain, I will prescribe a prescription, you go and send it to all the medicine shops in the city, let them refine the medicine according to this prescription, maybe it can be effective, yes, you take the monks in the temple to boil medicine for your benefactors, remember, double the amount of medicine for the sick!"