Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 714

Knowing that something is wrong but still doing it is the common mentality of all criminals.

So what if he was a prince? Just as no matter how strict the laws of the world are, there are always people who take risks and think they have the ability to find loopholes. The princes are far away in the imperial capital or the fiefdoms of their respective families, and they are out of reach.

Things like image-retaining stones and tracing techniques, those powerful ones who have reached a certain level of cultivation have plenty of ways to erase all traces.

The mayor of this Yan City is not a descendant of the Yan family. The two alchemists and pharmacists are highly respected and used to being high and mighty here. Once their hearts start to become wild, they think that deceiving superiors and subordinates and confusing right and wrong are just means of survival.

Whoever hinders them is a murderer who persecutes their survival and deserves to be put to death.

If you ask them why they do this, the answer they get is that they do it for survival. They are pushed into a corner by others and have no choice but to fight back.

So, when you meet this kind of person, don’t ask why, just beat him up.

But from the perspective of the Yan family, there are too many things to consider, and they can't be so straightforward. Without any evidence, they seem to be timid.

Just like this epidemic, at least half of the Yan family suspected that the disciples of the two alchemy masters were responsible, but unfortunately there was no evidence. To be on the safe side, the City Lord's Mansion even secretly invited external assistance to work hard to develop an antidote.

The Yan family has a panacea to prevent infection, but others don't.

The people or monks who were infected would either die or survive during the outbreak...

After a while, Sang Yue and Ah Man returned to the house in Zishangou, and observed Tang Xingzhu's condition through the light curtain with Lu Qingzi and Bai Shuixin. It was estimated that Ah Xing's condition was not too serious because he had been drinking medicine and taking pills for many years.

She lived with her colleagues in the Wei camp. They all had symptoms, and there was no difference between whose symptoms were milder and whose were more severe.

If the antidote is not found quickly, he will die sooner or later.

Ordinary people were even worse off. From the time they developed a fever to the time they were diagnosed, they were already beyond help. Monks had stronger resistance and could hold out for about ten days. Ah Xing's physique was stronger than that of the monks. According to Sang Yue's observation, she could hold out for at least ten days.

He opened his third eye, and his light golden pupils were as clear as glass.

The higher the level of cultivation, the thinner the eyes, and the more thorough the observation of all things in the world. She now sees the spiritual essence of the cultivator as a piece of five-element gas with a bright spiritual light, and the soul of the mortal is a mass of turbid and deep elemental fog.

This is the eye of the golden elixir, which sees through the appearance of things to their essence.

It is also called observing the way of heaven, understanding the five thieves' disordered mind; then acting on heaven, and then following the will of time. When she sees through the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements, and then finds the element that can restrain the epidemic and refines it into a pill or medicine, she can save the world from water and fire.

The Qingchuan spring water accumulated in Tang Xingzhu's body suppressed the virus, so that she still had enough energy to take care of her colleagues after being sick for a week.

The monks all wore special masks, but ordinary people did not.

In fact, ordinary people also have masks. In the past hundreds of years when the Yan family was fighting with alchemists and pharmacists, masks and other anti-virus items have long been a must-have for every household.

These preventive measures were indeed effective against mortal diseases, but this epidemic was so fierce that these previous measures had no effect at all. In the short ten days of the outbreak, people died every day, causing panic among the people.

Even the sick patrol guards were terrified and looked as pale as death.

Those who still had the energy to move were practicing Qigong to fight the disease in the makeshift isolation camp. Those who were the first to be infected had already become weak and could only lie down. Despite this, they still refused to give up. When they were thirsty, they asked Ah Xing to help them bring a bowl of water. After drinking it, they would continue to practice Qigong with their eyes closed after regaining some energy. They would delay for another day.

The seemingly lifeless guard camp actually has hidden vitality. It is said that fate is determined by heaven, and monks are those mortals who resolutely embark on the dangerous path of cultivation and try to change their fate. They have experienced more dangerous things, let alone a mere epidemic?
From time to time, loud cries could be heard from the tents of mortals outside, which meant the death of another life.

The atmosphere in the guard camp was solemn, with only a few coughs from time to time, as well as the sounds of people calling for water and Tang Xingzhu busy pouring water for his comrades.

"Axing."

"Hey." Hearing the familiar voice in his mind, Tang Xingzhu subconsciously stood up and answered. Then he was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out with ecstasy on his face, "A-Sang?! You're out?!"

Her ecstasy startled the silent guard camp. It was rare to see her express her emotions so openly, and her colleagues all looked up at her at the same time.

At the same time, he was looking forward to it. The words "coming out of retreat" alone were not enough to make a foundation-building cultivator so happy. The person who could make Ah Xing so happy must be a capable person. People who had this idea couldn't help but hold their breath and wait for good news.

Tang Xingzhu never told anyone that there was a pharmacist in her family. After ten years of working together, everyone only knew that she lived with a few close relatives and friends.

They are all in the foundation-building stage, and are all older people who are independent cultivators and have no chance of joining a sect.

"Sit down and practice your skills, and help me try out a pill." Sang Yue said in a voice transmission, holding a Qingyun Pill in his hand.

"okay."

Tang Xingzhu quickly put down the teapot in his hand, suppressed his excitement and sat down cross-legged. Although his thirsty comrade was weak, he immediately perked up and stood up when he saw a pill appear out of thin air and fly into Ah Xing's mouth.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and slowly took a few sips from the teacup handed to him by his roommate in the next bed.

They all knew that the scene just now meant that Ah Xing was testing drugs. If it was an antidote, the other party would never dare to give it to her in public. Because that meant that Ah Xing had the antidote. If she didn't offer it to save people, how could she still survive in Yancheng?

If it was an antidote, the other party could just take Ah Xing back home and then take the medicine. Anyway, there was an antidote, so why would he still be afraid of contracting the disease?
If it was really the antidote, and he dared to give it to her in public, then the other party must be an upright gentleman who would not stand by and watch her die. Therefore, the entire guard camp was silent, breathing lightly, and everyone was looking forward to a scene that would make people ecstatic...

In Sang Yue's eyes, Tang Xingzhu's body was being corroded by a turbid impurity element. The reason why it was difficult to cure was because there was a weak breath inside that was lacking on this continent.

If we cannot find the root cause of the epidemic and cannot prescribe the right medicine, it will naturally not be cured.

That was the unique scent of the magic plant. There were many magic plants planted in her Qingchuan space, and the scent was similar. But she didn't know what the magic plant was specifically called. After all, the space was limited, so how could she gather all the medicinal plants in the world?

But one thing is very clear, this guy must have studied her Tianxiang Powder and knew that there was a demonic plant in it that could not be cured by medicine. He could only seek help from the pharmacist who refined Tianxiang Powder.

Therefore, the other party followed suit and used magic plants to develop an epidemic to deal with Yancheng.

If the other party accidentally leaked the disease, it would be fine. But if someone did it on purpose, the target would most likely be her. According to conspiracy theories, if there was no pharmacist in this city who used magic to implant medicine, she was the only one.

If Wang Fu was alarmed and sent a master of medicine to investigate, she would probably be the best scapegoat. Maybe he had already forged evidence and was waiting for Yancheng to be unable to bear the disaster and send a message to the family for help.

Sang Yue was calm, with her glassy eyes open, watching the turbid elements in Ah Xing's body being defeated by the pure light of the Qing Yun Pill.

The human nature of fighting for power and profit is really no different from that of demons.