I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 143 The God of Creation
When the old mountain spirit took the initiative to enter the urn, and the first pot of soup and medicine cooked was distributed to various places in the refugee camp.Tianshu felt it immediately, and when Feng Bingwen opened the Tianshu, he saw the sudden increase in good deeds.

This time, the increased good deeds set a new record again.But looking at the good deeds that have skyrocketed to six figures, Feng Bingwen felt very unhappy, because he saw the old mountain spirit struggling in the urn when he got along with Long Jiangfa.

Thousands of victims of the most serious disease were given a sip of soup. The victims who contracted the disease due to the serious loss of vitality caused their own lack of righteousness. After receiving the supplement, their complexions recovered at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

It was precisely because the victims in the most serious situation stabilized their illnesses that Feng Bingwen received a lot of good deeds, and this camp for the victims, which seemed extremely heavy and depressing, came back to life.

Feng Bingwen could hear the uncontrollable cheers of the victims who were tortured physically and mentally, and he could also feel the joy that they finally ushered in the dawn after waiting desperately.

But in front of his eyes was an old mountain spirit struggling in pain. The flames scorched his energy and melted it into the medicinal soup. The thousands of victims who recovered were because of swallowing its life. Essence.

As a result, many disaster victims turned from danger to safety and regained a new life. After receiving this supplement, some people who should have died may be able to survive and live on.

But all these costs were borne by the old mountain spirit in the big urn in front of him.Seeing the painful look of this old mountain spirit, Feng Bingwen also showed a look of intolerance.

Indeed, it is undeniable that he came here for the Imperial Medicine King God promised by Feng Bingwen.But isn't that what he deserves?If tens of millions of people are freed from the threat of epidemics, can they still be worshiped by incense?
"Master Zhang, I hope you can do what you say."

Hearing the wailing of the old mountain spirit, Feng Bingwen looked at the red-robed official beside him.

"There is no need for the real person to say more, I will write the memorial now."

The red-robed official looked at the mountain spirit who was suffering so much, and he couldn't bear it. He raised his hand and bowed to Feng Bingwen, and then walked out of the big tent.

"Master, can you please perform a magical method? To alleviate this elder's pain a little?"

At this time, a doctor with white hair and a childlike complexion walked up to Feng Bingwen.It was Doctor Qin from Qingshan County, but it was a pity that he couldn't recognize the general standing in front of him, the child he had felt the pulse of a few years ago.

"Real!"

Hearing what Doctor Qin said, several doctors who were very excited before also cast their eyes on Feng Bingwen.

They became excited because they saw the psychic medicine that was only in the legends of ancient books.Seeing this old medicine that is almost indistinguishable from human beings is so miserable now, I can't bear it in my heart.

The doctor is kind.

This is not empty talk.A middle-aged man, who practiced medicine and treated diseases, almost didn't earn any money. He just supported his family and lingered on the line of food and clothing. Like Doctor Qin, he sometimes even gave money back. Closed for business.

I hope that there will be no suffering in the world, and I would rather put medicine on the shelf to make dust.

There are similar couplets hanging on the door of many pharmacies. Maybe some pharmacies choose this kind of couplets just to decorate the appearance, but this can also tell what is the original wish of a doctor.

"Boy, you don't need to work hard, you let these guys give me a little bit, and give me a good time!"

The old mountain spirit who was cooking in the big urn heard these healers begging Feng Bingwen for him, and immediately endured the pain of being stripped of all his energy, and shouted loudly.

"Hurry up!"

Feng Bingwen said helplessly.Immediately, he walked to the big urn filled with the fragrance of the medicine, and made another promise to the old mountain spirit,
"You have suffered so much, and I will definitely let you get what you deserve."

"To be honest, I regret it a little."

The three-foot old man, who suffered a lot, was ups and downs in the medicine soup. This old face wrinkled together because of the pain stared at Feng Bingwen,
"In the past hundreds of years, some real cultivators tried to catch me, but they all let me escape, and I was not thrown into the medicine furnace and turned into a pile of medicine dregs. I didn't expect that after hearing your boy Say something, jump into this urn on your own initiative."

"You will never regret what you have done now in the future."

"Don't say these beautiful words to the old man, I don't like that."

"I'll find someone to cast a statue for you now!"

"what?"

The old mountain spirit didn't react for a while.

"The emperor's will is only to recognize your status as an righteous god, so that you will not be included in the ranks of obscene sacrifices and punished after receiving the worship of the people."

Feng Bingwen laughed.

Although Shinto is prosperous, it is also under the control of humanity, and has not developed unscrupulously and barbarously.Any unrecognized incense sacrifice, no matter how orthodox it looks, is an obscenity sacrifice and must be suppressed.

"Your contribution now is already qualified for all people to worship and offer incense."

"Don't mess around and annoy the emperor of this dynasty. When he makes an order, you can cast a golden body for me."

"This is my decision and has nothing to do with you."

Now that he has made his decision, how could Feng Bingwen stay here and listen to the old mountain spirit.

At this time, the disaster camp had already found a way to control the epidemic. It was originally extremely strict, and even if it violated the management, it would directly draw a knife. Activities around the tent.

As soon as Feng Bingwen appeared, he immediately attracted many common people's attention. There was no other reason than that he had not removed the dragon armor bestowed upon him by the Dragon Lord.

In addition, after he walked out of the big tent, he directly showed Zhang Liu's body, which made many mortals feel a lot of curiosity after being panicked.

"Is this the god who came down to earth?"

"It should be. I said why did our illness suddenly heal? It should be that the gods brought the magic medicine from the heaven!"

Many refugees looked at Feng Bingwen's face, and the panic in their eyes gradually changed from panic to awe, and even fanaticism.

"Is there anyone who has molded dharma bodies for the city gods?"

Feng Bingwen asked directly, and the majestic and solemn voice directly spread throughout most of the camp.

"My lord, the little one had the honor to create a statue for the city god of our county!"

Because of Feng Bingwen's excellent appearance at this time, coupled with the epidemic situation in the camp at this time, he is indeed going to be completely expelled, so when he asked, even if there were more than a dozen people who had made statues for the incense gods The mason stood up.

"You come with me."

Feng Bingwen was not polite either, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the dozen or so masons who took the initiative to make a sound.Then he led them into the large tent filled with medicinal fragrance.

"Did you see? The reason why you are not threatened by the epidemic now is because of him!"

Feng Bingwen pointed to the old mountain spirit who was tumbling in the big urn, and then looked at the dozen or so masons who were stunned by the scene in front of them.

"It turns out that the mountain god came down to earth, and saving me is like being in water and fire!"

One of the masons reacted very quickly, and when he smelled the ecstatic medicinal fragrance, he also understood what was going on, and immediately knelt down on the ground.

Seeing this, the other dozen or so masons almost didn't think too much, and fell to their knees on the ground with a clatter, and bowed to the old mountain spirit in the big urn.

And such a grand gift, with the old mountain spirit's current contribution, is absolutely qualified to accept it. Without him, even if it is an ordinary cold and summer epidemic, it is unknown how many lives will be taken away.

"Show your skills and make a statue for your benefactor. After this day, he will be the God of Medicine King who protects all people and eliminates diseases and disasters."

"Yes."

Feng Bingwen, who looked like a god today, issued an order, and which of the dozen or so masons dared not obey. After discussing with each other for a while, they began to look for suitable yellow mud.

It's just that there were more than a dozen statues of different sizes, appearances and costumes placed in front of Feng Bingwen that night, all of which were only a few feet tall.
This is to determine the shape of the statue. If you really want to shape a golden body, at least you have to wait for someone to be tall, not like it is now.

Naturally, Feng Bingwen didn't have too many requirements for such things. He let his body start to be boiled to pieces, but the old mountain spirit who still had spiritual knowledge could choose for himself.

Then he picked out an old god with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a wooden staff and wearing a god's robe, which was quite similar to its true form.

After finalizing the appearance of the statue, Feng Bingwen directly brought in the red-robed officials who seemed to have some opinions, and discussed finding a suitable location to directly prepare for the construction of the temple.

"Master Zhang, I know you have an opinion, but you can't stop me in this matter, and you can't stop me either."

"I know that the real man is worried about the magic medicine, but now that my memorial has just been sent out, you have to wait for the imperial decree to come down anyway!"

"There's no need to do that, listen to the voice outside the tent, is there anyone in your camp who doesn't appreciate the God of Medicine King?"

Feng Bingwen smiled, and now the story of the old mountain spirit who took the initiative to save people has been spread in the camp. Although it is very mysterious, it is an indisputable fact that the epidemic situation in the camp has disappeared. Therefore, the words of gratitude to Dade are naturally Indispensable.

"This is..."

"No matter what the consequences are, I will bear them together."

Venerable Feng Bingwen glanced at the good deeds shown in the heavenly book, which is close to 20, which is more than everything he has done in the past combined, but this is the result of the old mountain spirit's active dedication. What counts?
As long as the temple is built and Wanmin recites its name, this old mountain spirit can get rid of the innate shackles and directly transform into the God of Medicine King he promised earlier. This is the beauty of Wanmin Incense.

"That's according to what the real person said. There is just one thing that needs to be discussed with the real person."

"You said."

"I plan to divide the medicinal soup made from this elixir into ten parts and send it to the rest of the camps that are also plagued by the disease. I don't know what the real person thinks?"

(End of this chapter)