I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 246

Cold crisp means snowflakes.

Hansu County is next to the snowfield, not far from Yanzhou in the north. In winter, the temperature is extremely low and it often snows.

At one time, the mage followed a subordinate official and walked along the streets of Hansu County. Looking around, almost every house had its doors closed, and no one could be seen on the street.Even those closed doors, most of them are not only without any movement, but also without any vitality.

I don't know how many homes have been emptied by this pandemic.

Now it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and I am afraid that people will be frozen to death in Taiping years, not to mention the current calamity year, with war disasters, demons, severe droughts, and plagues...

How many buckets of suffering are there in the world?

At one point, the mage thought of the ascetic monks he had seen when he was traveling and practicing.

Then he shook his head and continued walking.

The little official in front talked with him as he walked.

Speaking of the population of Hansu County, how many people got the epidemic, how many died, which county officials ran away, which ones were still kept to fight the epidemic, and what countermeasures were there.

The little official's surname is Jin, and he can't talk about any official position in the county government. His mother and elder brother are also in the hospital, so he is happy to talk to him about the situation there, and he admires people like him very much.

Generally, sick relocation workshops are set up at the gate of the city, which is convenient and convenient for many things. It is also very convenient for those who are practitioners or doctors from other places to go in, and they will arrive directly at the gate of the city.From then on, if there are officials in the city who can manage things, they will not let you run around, and it will be convenient to enter and exit.

The same is true for Hansu County.

It's just that they came in through the south gate, but the sickness workshop was at the north gate.

The Taoist priest I met last night was obviously the first time here, but the officials in the city seemed to respect him very much. I don't know why, but it was thanks to the Taoist priest—not only the officers and soldiers guarding the city were very decisive. He let himself into the city, and did not let himself go around to the north gate from outside the city, but allowed himself to pass through the city, and called a subordinate to lead the way.

This is a good thing.

But after entering the city, he separated from the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest said that he went to the temple in the city to find the local god, but he didn't know what happened, so he went to the sick relocation workshop.

Ever since the Master traveled back to the county, he has met many fellow travelers, including Taoists, monks, experts in the world, and doctors from various places. Everyone has their own abilities and methods. They often left each other, and some even died of accidental illness. In troubled times, their bodies were like foam, and they were like candles like wind.

"It's over here."

"Thank you Jin benefactor."

"The elder brother of the villain just went in yesterday. His condition is very mild and he looks very similar to the villain. If the master sees you, please say hello to the elder brother for the villain." The servant stopped and said to the monk, "Besides, the elder brother also I'm working in the county government office, after the master goes in, if you have anything to do, you can go to him first."

"sure."

Once the mage knew that he actually wanted to ask himself to take care of his elder brother, but he also agreed with a smile.

Only then did the subordinate staff leave in peace.

Once the mage stepped over a pile of debris.

"Cough cough cough..."

Before entering, I heard coughing.

The so-called disease-removal square is an area separated from the city, where all the sick people are put in, so as to separate them from normal people.But in fact, most sick relocation centers are not responsible for medical treatment, except for those who are also sick or kind-hearted doctors who are willing to take the initiative to go in.In addition, at a fixed time every day, the dead are pulled out by those who are mildly ill or by special personnel, and then taken away by others to be burned or buried.

To put it bluntly, it's just throwing the patient in and waiting to die.

But it was a helpless move.

As a monk with Taoism and body protection, once a mage would not be infested by diseases and evils, but there is no way to cure them.

There are only two spell spells.

One is the saving mantra learned from his master, which is also the only Buddhist mantra in the Shengde Temple where he became a monk. It has no other purpose, but can only help people relieve pain.

At one time, the mage was proficient in this method, and if he cast the spell sincerely and chanted the mantra, even if he suffered from the nine-day plague and was dying of pain, he could almost be disease-free and pain-free.As long as the sick person's body has not shrunk, he can walk, and as long as his throat is not completely dumb, he can speak freely, which reduces pain and preserves his dignity.

The second is when I traveled to Tianhai Temple, I learned from the abbot, the abbot, the curse of eliminating disasters and eliminating evils.

The calamity-removing curse has the effect of curing diseases, but it can only cure minor typhoid diseases. The nine-day plague is too powerful and complicated, and this curse can't be solved. It can only slow down the spread of the disease and make the patients struggle for a few more days.

The former is easy and can save hundreds of people every day.

The latter is difficult, only one person per day.

However, monks have limited mana and energy. If there are not many sick people, it's okay.

It's been a long time since I walked back to the county, and I know that I can't cure this demon epidemic no matter what, it is not meaningless to let the patients live a few days longer, but it is better to relieve the pain of more people after all.

So he hasn't cast the Calamity Curse for a long time.

Thinking about it today, it is already a little rusty.

Yes--

It would have been fine if he hadn't heard that Miracle Doctor Cai had cracked the demon epidemic. Now that he had heard of it, the people in Hansu County would be saved.You have to recite the mantra to save suffering, and you have to recite the mantra to relieve disasters. Reducing the disease in a patient's body for a few days may save a life.Even after knowing that the genius doctor has a cure, it is very difficult to spread it, especially to these poor people.

It's just that there is hope after all.

As a result, there was the sound of chanting sutras in Bingqianfang.

The patients spread word of mouth and gathered around the monk spontaneously, sitting or lying down, and fell asleep listening to the sutra sound.

The coughing sound has become significantly less and less and less.

Since the great epidemic, the night at the gate of Beicheng has never been so quiet, only the north wind whistling and the sound of chanting sutras are left all night long.

"cough……"

The monk's face became more tired, and his lips were chapped, but he didn't stop until his mana was exhausted.

It was not until the fifth watch that he took a short rest.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, a god came into his dream.

In the dream, it was an old woman with a hunchback, less than a person's knee height, not short, but small, and her proportions were still the same as ordinary old women.

The old woman claimed to be the god of cold and crisp land, and she came to the dream for no other purpose, but to inform the people that after dawn tomorrow, the sky will rain at this time, and those who are not sick will be drenched in the rain, which can prevent infection. If you get wet, you will feel less pain, and maybe you can live a day or two longer.

next morning.

I saw a middle-aged man who looked seven to eight times like the subordinate staff who led the way yesterday running around, telling the gods about the dream last night, for fear that everyone would not know or pay attention to it, or would not know what time it is.

Under his preaching, people who were sick or not, as long as they could walk, went out and waited outside, and even those who were terminally ill and unable to walk were helped to the open air.

The monk was skeptical and looked up at the sky.

Although it is not sunny today, the sky is also leaden white, with only a few streaks of light gray, no dark clouds, where is the rain coming from?
What's more, it was cold winter at this time, even if it was going to fall, it should be snowing.

Thinking of the entrustment of the little official yesterday, the monk stopped him when the middle-aged man walked past him again:
"donor."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man stopped immediately, and saluted him with bloodshot eyes, "Why did the master call the villain?"

"The benefactor's surname is Jin?"

"How does the master know?"

"The benefactor's younger brother asks the poor monk to say hello to the benefactor."

"Second Gold..."

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly asked: "How is the second gold now? Are you still in charge of the relocation of the sick?"

"When the poor monk came in, my younger brother was on duty at the gate of the city."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Hearing that his younger brother had left the dangerous hospital, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"The donor has a deep brotherly love."

Once the mage said something, and then asked him: "The poor monk also dreamed of the gods last night, did you all dream about it?"

"Back to Master, the villain asked me, and I dreamed about it." The middle-aged man replied, "Besides, the villain often went to the snow temple in the city, and saw this land god in the earth temple, and he looked the same as in the dream. "

"I see."

"Master, is there anything else?"

"One more thing..."

At one point the mage cleared his throat and said to him who asked for help: "The poor monk recites scriptures here, which can relieve the pain of the sick, and can benefit dozens of people a day. The heaviest and deepest suffering sickness?"

The middle-aged man agreed and left again. At this time, the open-air area of ​​the sick relocation workshop was already crowded with patients.

At one point, the mage couldn't help raising his head again, and glanced at the sky.

If the gods can appear, how can they wait until today?

However, in the time it took to say a few words just now, there was no wind and clouds in the sky, and a small piece of blackness just happened to cover the sky above Hansu.

Calculate the time, it's almost time.

At Sishi, it really rained from the sky.

This rain is miraculous, it doesn't feel cold at all when it rains on the body, at most it is a bit cool, if it is a sick person, it relieves the splitting headache.When it falls on the ground, it moistens things silently, and it disappears when it falls into the soil. When it falls on the clothes, it can't wet the cloth, and it just penetrates into the body.

All the people in the city were shocked, only to feel that the gods appeared.

"The god of the land...the god of the society..."

At one point, the mage muttered in his mouth, looked up at the sky, drenched in the rain, and suddenly showed a smile.

"Ah……"

Where is the god for it?
It's a fellow traveler.

The smile on the monk's face grew stronger.

Even though I have met many fellow travelers since I came back to the county, I still cannot help being moved by them.

Withdrawing his eyes and looking at the people around him, the monk who had exhausted his mana was very helpless, so he had to lower his head and close his eyes, and said silently in his heart:
"Buddha, my disciples are shallow and have low mana. However, seeing the suffering of the people returning to the county, I can't bear it. My mana is exhausted. If the Buddha can hear it, please be merciful and lend me a ladle of boundless mana to my disciple for a while. Use, the disciple is willing to exchange Yangshou."

Boundless silk rain swayed down.

Miraculously, the Buddha seemed to have really heard his prayers. When he opened his eyes, the mana that had been exhausted had recovered seven or eighty-eight.

"Amitabha……"

At one point the mage closed his eyes and recited the mantra.

……

noon.

The Taoist also brought the three-flowered cat and the swordsman to Bingqianfang, saw countless people waiting to die, and also saw the fat monk surrounded by the crowd, reciting the mantra like a Bodhisattva.

Along the way, the group met countless people suffering from the epidemic, but every time they saw it, they still couldn't bear it.

And this fat monk, not only casting spells to save the common people from suffering, dozens of people a day, but also casting spells to curb the disease, only one person a day, the two are too much consumption for him, and later, when the magic power is exhausted, it is almost Consume your own fundamentals.But there are more than a thousand people in this disease, and with his situation, I don't know how many lives it will cost.

If it is true as he said, Mo Dao's fluorescence is small, but he still has his heart shining in the night.

This heart is hot, as if it is tireless.

Song You asked him when he stopped, and he just said, this world is not a world where there are thousands of people, but in the eyes of thousands of people, there are thousands of pieces of heaven and earth, and if one person is saved, It's not just saving one person in the world, but saving one person's world.

Quite an interesting statement.

This man is also very interesting.

Song You likes to talk and get along with such people, and likes to see this kind of world.

Originally, he came to say goodbye to him and was about to go to the snowy field. After talking with him, influenced by him, he decided to stay for a few more days and accompany him to continue the lives of the patients in Hansu County.

How much spiritual power is still turned into pills, let the local gods go and send them to the villages in Hansu County.

It just so happens that this god is also pitiful.

Hansu County is close to the snowfield, and next to a great demon king who doesn't even pay attention to the Heavenly Palace, and can't get rid of the righteous god of Leibu, so it's hard to be a god.After a great epidemic, the people in Hansu County were out of ten. Even if the living still had the intention to worship the gods, it was not her who worshiped.Faith is severed and is on the verge of dissipating, and now the dharma body is not necessarily as big as Sanhua Empress's cat.

Although the gods of the society do nothing, they are really powerless, and they are much better than the group of righteous gods in Tiangong.

So I saved some incense for her.

So the Taoist, the cat and the swordsman all stayed in Bingqianfang, not going out all day.Affected by him, the surviving officials and wealthy households in the county paid more attention to the sick house, and they ate better every day. I heard that there are experts in the sick house who can cure the pain and ease the disease. sickness, rich people and officials also sent their sick family members here.

Now the life of the people in the diseased relocation workshop will be better.

The middle-aged man surnamed Jin who used to be a subordinate official in Hansu county government office was also a wonderful person. The few days before the nine-day epidemic were not considered painful. People with mild illnesses brought serious ones every day, and they also did all the auxiliary work.

Just waiting for real hope to arrive.

However, the miracle doctor's treatment is not as simple as a single prescription. In addition to internal and external prescriptions, acupuncture and fumigation are also assisted to completely remove the roots. It consumes not only materials, but also people.

Although Guijun is only a county, it is not too remote. However, we have to wait for the genius doctor to spread through the county and slowly spread it to the whole county, and then report to Zhizhou, and then use the power of Hezhou to rescue Guijun.Hezhou is exhausted, and it may not be able to provide the manpower and material resources to rescue the entire Guijun, and it may be necessary to go to Changjing, Angzhou, to invite the imperial court. I don't know how long it will take.

There is hope, but it is not easy to wait.

　Thank you to the leader of the "Haunting" gangster, bowing and showing your breasts!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)