Xuanxia

Chapter 592: Disaster Monk

When Fu Qingzhou, Ning Wushu and Liang Guangchang arrived behind the defenders, many patients from Tianshou Village had also arrived.

Fu Qingzhou also saw the woman from yesterday. Her face was full of excitement and anticipation, and she was standing on tiptoe to look around in the crowd.

At this time, the middle-aged monk was seen standing in front of a refugee. The refugee had dirty stones all over his face and body. He knelt in front of the middle-aged monk and kept trembling. The monk stretched out his hand and gently stroked his head.

"what are they doing?"

Liang Guangchang walked forward and asked.

Several guards looked at him with confusion on their faces, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Back off, don't come near!"

Liang Guangchang frowned and said, "I am Liang Guangchang, call your general over."

"Liang... Divine Doctor Liang! It's you!"

The guard who had just tried to shout him off was startled, then very surprised: "I'm sorry, you covered your face, I didn't... I'll go call General Chi now!"

Liang Guangchang showed a proud look on his face, and whispered to Fu Qingzhou Wuning Wushu: "I saved Chi Tiancong's life."

They both laughed.

A miracle doctor who has been in the city for decades, it can be said that almost everyone in the city has received his kindness. In this neighborhood, his face and connections may be much more useful than those of the leaders of major sects, prefects and generals.

Many people may have been treated by him when they were young, and when they grow up, they also bring their children to him for treatment...

Soon, General Chi came over in a hurry: "Dr. Liang, you are here!"

"I was invited by Prefect Yang to come here to diagnose patients. I arrived yesterday."

Liang Guangchang asked: "What's going on? What are they doing?"

"That monk..." General Chi looked back and said with some concern, "He seemed to have said that he could 'relieve their pain', and then this happened."

Following his gaze, I could see that the monk was still stroking the refugee's head. It seemed that nothing had happened, but sweat was already oozing from the monk's forehead. The refugees on the side gathered around him curiously, confusedly, and nervously. Even the guards behind the fence were looking in.

"Let me go and take a look." Liang Guangchang said calmly.

General Chi nodded: "Of course, but please don't cross the fence, it's too dangerous."

Liang Guangchang walked forward without making any comment, and the defenders naturally made way for him - Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu did not rush forward, as they were patients now, and it would not be appropriate for them to rush forward rashly.

So, they, along with other patients in Tianshou Village, became spectators watching from behind.

At this time, the middle-aged monk's movements finally changed.

He raised the hand that was pressing on the refugee's head, and his hand shape changed like the wind, lightly brushing over several acupuncture points on the refugee's head and neck. Then he stretched out his hand to lift the refugee's chin and whispered, "Open your mouth."

After the acupuncture, the refugee looked confused, and he immediately opened his mouth when he heard the order.

"Those acupuncture points have no meaning at all."

Ning Wushu whispered beside Fu Qingzhou: "What did he do?"

"There is no spiritual fluctuation, it's not a spell." Fu Qingzhou also lowered his voice: "I'm afraid it's some kind of medicine."

On the other side, after the refugee opened his mouth, the middle-aged monk took out a small bottle from his sleeve. The bottle looked like a jade bottle. He gently turned the bottle upside down, and a drop of crystal liquid slowly dripped from the mouth of the bottle and fell into the refugee's mouth.

In an instant, the refugee began to tremble wildly!

He felt like he had been electrocuted. His eyes widened, his muscles twitched, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. He grasped his throat with both hands, struggled and rolled frantically, but no sound came out of his throat.

This situation surprised everyone. The refugees who were watching on the side were all frightened and retreated one after another. Only the middle-aged monk remained calm.

Not far away, on the boat on the shore, all the monks were as calm as usual, still watching from afar.

Liang Guangchang, however, could not remain calm. He pushed away the guards around him and began to move his legs with difficulty, trying to step over the fence.

"Hey! Doctor Liang!"

General Chi was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I have to go and take a look!" Liang Guangchang glared at him fiercely: "No one can die in front of me before I can diagnose the patient!" Having said this, General Chi certainly didn't dare to say anything.

He obediently asked the defenders to pull up a few fences and let Liang Guangchang go.

The old doctor walked very quickly to the refugee, but before he could take a closer look, smell, ask or feel the patient, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Although the refugee was in great pain and kept rolling and struggling, the dirty stones on his face and body... were dissolving!
They kept melting, turning into the same black liquid that came out of Fu Qingzhou's face last night, and then evaporated in the cold wind.

Not only that, black water also kept flowing out of the refugee's mouth, nose and ears.

"This, this is..." Liang Guangchang widened his eyes.

"Don't panic, benefactor."

The middle-aged monk at the side smiled and said, "I only gave him a drop of nectar of disaster. When the nectar enters his mouth, he will experience great pain, but after the pain, he will be transformed, and all the diseases and sufferings will leave him."

As he was talking, the refugee's rolling movements gradually slowed down. It was unclear whether he was tired or if he really didn't feel that uncomfortable anymore.

But it is undeniable that most of the dirty stones in his body have been dissolved at this time!

All the refugees who had been frightened away just now opened their eyes wide and surrounded them again.

After a while, the refugee finally made a sound from his throat.

When he shouted the first words, his face was already in tears: "It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore! I don't feel any pain anymore!"

He got up from the ground, and the dirty stones on his body had all melted into black liquid and dissipated in the wind. After peeling off the dirty stones, the refugee's skin was as smooth as new, even whiter and tenderer than that of an ordinary woman.

"Grandmaster!"

The refugee knelt down at the feet of the middle-aged monk and kowtowed: "Thank you so much for saving me! Thank you so much for saving me!"

Liang Guangchang was standing aside, his face full of disbelief. Without asking or saying anything, he simply stepped forward, grabbed the refugee's hand, and placed three fingers on his pulse.

"Cure?"

He said hoarsely.

But before he could make any further diagnosis, he was pushed away by another refugee.

"You, you..." The man stared at the refugee who knelt down and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you really okay?"

“That’s great!”

The refugee cried with joy, ripped open his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his clean and smooth skin: "It's okay! Look, everything is okay!"

For a moment, the refugees were in an uproar, and a group of them knelt down at the monk's feet. The people behind them also began to squeeze forward desperately, crying and shouting, begging the monk to save their lives.

Liang Guangchang originally wanted to take the bottle of "Nectar of Disaster" from the monk, but unexpectedly, the patients from Tianshou Village also rushed over. It was General Chi who was quick-witted and pulled him into the protection area of ​​the garrison.

Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu naturally would not kneel. They just quietly hid in the shadows of the trees, frowning and watching everything.

For a moment, people were kneeling densely around the monk.

Facing a large number of patients kneeling around him, the middle-aged monk smiled slightly: "Namo Bai'ernan Buddha... I, the monk of Yinan, travel the world to eliminate disasters and alleviate difficulties. Don't worry, your illness will be cured."

His voice was not loud, but it spread all around in an instant and rang in everyone's ears.

For a while, there was a deafening sound outside Tianshou Village, with cries, prayers, and laughter mixed together and never ending.

It was only then that monks began to slowly walk down from the boat on the distant shore.

"This person has at least the sixth realm of cultivation."

Fu Qingzhou frowned and said, "And his status is definitely not as good as Li Qing's... Where did Huijue find these monks? How many people like him are there?"

He looked at the boat, but he didn't expect that the boat would float away after letting off some monks. The monk wearing white Buddhist robes and hidden in the Buddha's light did not get off the boat, but just stood at the bow and gradually went away.

(End of this chapter)