What kind of Journey to the West is this?

"Hey, stop rubbing it, your clothes are all messed up!"

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Yanxia rested for three days. Every day she either teased Xue Shier or asked Luo Sushang for advice, and occasionally contacted Yu Qinghuai.

But Yu Qinghuai has been away recently, and no one knows where he has been. He has left the huge City God Temple unattended, looking very carefree.

The pharmacy's plan to deliver medicine went according to plan, without any mistakes. Besides delivering medicine, Qing Geng had also learned to be smart. He stopped wandering around and instead followed the medicine deliverymen, often finding places where the epidemic was hiding.

The God of Plague was still as elusive as ever, and his whereabouts could not be found at all. If it were not for the cold epidemic and the large increase in the number of people infected, Yanxia would have thought that the God of Plague had left.

The only ones who lost their temper and were extremely anxious were Huimin Pharmacy and their franchised pharmacies.

On the first day, the entire Huimin Pharmacy thought nothing had happened. The general manager came out in person and assured that the Xiong's Pharmacy was at the end of its strength.

The next day, a small number of people felt something was wrong and began to waver. The general manager came forward again and said that Xiong's pharmacy would not last until tomorrow, and better days were ahead.

On the third day, no good days came.

The owners of several drug stores felt something was wrong and met privately.

The person who spoke was a doctor in white clothes. "We can't wait any longer! Xiong Fengxian seems to be sending medicine endlessly! If all the people in the city are no longer sick, we will be at a huge loss! We should get out of this pharmacy now and open our business as soon as possible!"

This is a doctor who runs a small pharmacy. His business is not large and he has little ability to resist risks, so he is the most anxious.

If he delays any longer, he will have to go to the countryside to work as a ring doctor!

But obviously, not everyone is that anxious.

Another shopkeeper in a blue robe said, "Don't rush. Let's draw up a set of rules first, and try to persuade him. We don't expect Doctor Xiong to close down and raise prices like we do. As long as he's willing to stop distributing the medicine, we can still make some money."

The head shopkeeper next to him agreed, "Yes, his pharmacy can only treat a few dozen people at most. As long as they stop delivering medicine, the medicine we have stockpiled can more or less make back our investment."

The doctor in white was very angry, but his words were insignificant and nothing he said could make any difference.

Several major pharmaceutical dealers who had the final say hit it off and chose a trustworthy manager to go to Xiong Fengxian to plead for mercy and negotiate peace.

But Xiong Fengxian was a medical officer of Tian Hospital, so how could he agree?

Taking a step back, it would be useless even if he was willing.

Now, the purchase, sales and distribution of Xiong's Pharmacy are all controlled by An Yanxia, and the capital chain is also financed by Yanxia herself. It has almost become her industry.

Who would dare to nod if the boss doesn’t give the order?

Although these drug dealers were turned down, they were still unwilling to give up. They kept going around and around, and finally got some information from somewhere, and found out that An Yanxia lived in Qing'anju.

Qing Geng flew in and dropped a letter, then flapped his wings and hurried off to eat.

This letter was sent by Yu Qinghuai.

Yanxia didn't rush to open the letter and continued to drink tea leisurely.

The snow lion next to him was holding the "Lingyan Sutra" in his hand.

Xueshier doesn't like this kind of Buddhist scriptures very much, mainly because the classical Chinese is too annoying.

But this book is good - Yanxia wrote the vernacular translation stroke by stroke, which is very easy to understand.

The little girl wondered, "Taoist, don't you take care of those people who come to your door?"

"Let them beg. What were you doing earlier?"

Yan Xia shook her head. She was not a fence-sitter. If these profiteers starved to death, she would just clap and laugh.

Leaving these drug dealers alone, Yan Xia opened the letter sent by Yu Qinghuai.

"You want me to go to the City God Temple?"

Yan Xia was slightly stunned, and then saw several lines of words below.

"Qing Huai bows his head and addresses this to the Venerable Master Miao Yan, the Master of Bakes and Relieves Suffering, in the Yanxia Study: The fish have sunk and the geese have vanished, and I am filled with longing and tears. During this epidemic, I should have done my utmost, but it happens to be the day when my parents are buried and I return home. I trust that the Venerable Master's magnanimity and rigor will not hinder him."

"I came back today and saw that it was indeed true. Qinghuai wanted to hold a fast and offer sacrifices to ward off disasters and pray for blessings. I need the power of the yellow talisman from the elder. I have prepared flowers and wine, and I beg the immortal to come and offer my reward."

Xue Shier was curious and took a look.

All she saw were honorifics, and she felt dizzy.

Yanxia helped translate. "A few days ago, Qinghuai went back to her hometown to visit her parents' graves. Now she's going to hold a fast and offer prayers for the city, and she needs me to draw the talismans."

After hearing this, Xue Shi'er suddenly realized, "So that's how it is!"

"But, Taoist priest, the talisman you drew looks like a gathering of tadpoles and earthworms. What's the point of you drawing the talisman? It's better for me to do it..."

The lion was sharp and had fangs, and it hurt Yan Xia with just one sentence.

Dong Huang suddenly sent a jade talisman: Chapter 93 [Not accumulating any virtue, making it difficult for me]

After receiving the letter, Yanxia set off for the City God Temple.

Xue Shier felt that Yan Xia's level was really embarrassing, so he had to follow her.

So the two of them rode fast in a carriage and arrived at the City God Temple.

The temple was bustling today. Several devout pilgrims in the God of Wealth Temple spent a lot of money to buy rhinoceros horn incense as an offering. Yanxia could smell the fragrance from afar.

These pilgrims looked familiar. Yan Xia passed by them and only heard them muttering about selling the medicinal herbs as soon as possible so that the pharmacy could make money.

But unexpectedly, it turned out to be those unscrupulous businessmen who hoarded goods to make a profit.

Yan Xia passed by behind them, but they were completely unaware of it. They never expected that the "daughter of the An family" whom they wanted to curry favor with was right behind them.

If Yan Xia is willing to speak up and spare their lives, that would be much more effective than the God of Wealth!

Xue Shi'er found this outrageous and said, "Taoist, you Tang people are really weird. You don't worship the real God of Wealth, but instead bow down to a clay statue."

She also saw the genuine piety on the faces of these merchants, and thought of the mountain people who had prayed to her at the Iron Lion Temple, and she couldn't help but say, "Pathetic and confused."

Yan Xia laughed and said, "A true man doesn't reveal his true self. If he does, he's not a true man. How can they see clearly that the savior isn't in the temple?"

Xue Shi'er complained, "You really got it done, Master An!"

"So, will the Master help to save the people from suffering?"

Yan Xia sneered and commented, "I can't save them. It's useless to ask me for help. It's useless to ask the God of Wealth for help. Even if they prayed to the Holy Land of Heaven, the Three Mountains Fairy Island, the Solitary Zen Garden, and the Lingshan Treasure Palace, it would be useless."

"Hmm? Then who can I ask for help?"

"It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Relying on yourself is useful."

Yanxia shook her head and pointed at the couplets on both sides of the statue of the God of Wealth.

Xue Shier looked over and saw two words written on either side of the God of Wealth:

"It's only a few cents, so who should you ask him for it from?"

"If you don't do any good deeds, you'll be bowed to every morning and evening, which makes it difficult for me."

Snow Lion seemed to be lost in thought.

After thinking for a while, Xue Shier nodded and said, "You really look like a real person."

Yanxia was happy.

"Are you praising me, Xue Shi'er? Tell me how I look like a real person?"

With his hands behind his back, Xue Shi'er said happily, "When it comes to witty remarks and nonsense, you're almost as good as a real person!"

"hateful!"

While people were laughing and joking here, the merchants over there were gradually becoming discouraged.

I've been begging for a long time, but it's really no use!

They had just left the City God Temple, but they didn't know that a skinny evil ghost was following them closely, hiding quietly in the shadows of the wall, and ran back to the He family pharmacy in a few moments.

The He family pharmacy still has a sign saying "Temporarily Closed".

The evil spirit hid in the shadows, walked through the door and made its way to the pharmacy.

In the middle of the pharmacy sat a man in red clothes with his eyes closed, resting. Beside him were two middle-aged men, one in brocade clothes and the other in silk clothes. Both of them had dull eyes and were fanning themselves with cattail leaves.

"Su Wu! I have something to report!"

Su Wu opened his eyes slightly, raised his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

The evil ghost flattered, "I followed those merchants all the way and finally confirmed that they wanted to turn against us!"

"Do you even need to say this?"

Su Wu was speechless. "Xiong Fengxian sent three days' worth of medicine, but anyone with eyes can see that this plague is a joke!"

There was a shimmering light in a pair of narrow, almond-shaped eyes.

"Xiong Fengxian is sending medicine, isn't she? Then let's do the same and make a big noise. The bigger the better."

The evil ghost exclaimed in shock, "Witch Su! This is not good, is it? We seven brothers still need to absorb the plague energy to practice. What you said is different from what you said before!"

It quickly took out a roll of deed paper and handed it to the wizard to see.

He is actually quite polite.

boom!

Su Wu slammed the table and cursed, "You mischievous creature! You have no tolerance at all! The True Lord sent us to find the reincarnation decree guarded by Venerable Jing Jie Luo. I used my connections to have the Plague God pass through Cangzhou to divert the City God's attention. And you, however, have put the cart before the horse! Stupid dog!"

The evil ghost also had a bad temper and immediately shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you scolding? People with the surname Su are all dogs of the True Lord. Who is more noble than who? My seventh brother's matter has not been confirmed yet. Believe it or not, I will quit!"

"you dare!"

"Do you think I dare?"

Su Wu laughed angrily and asked, "Do you want to guess or not?"

The evil ghost said directly to Hong Wen, "I don't care whether you guess or not. My brother died in the Xiong's Pharmacy. The cause of death is unclear. This evil karma has not yet been resolved. I am going to avenge my brother!"

The evil ghost was furious, or rather, his blood was boiling, and he ran out of the door in anger.

After he went out, he jumped up, turned into a gust of cold wind, and went to the Xiong's pharmacy.

Occasionally there would be a sun god patrolling the road, but this evil ghost was experienced and could hide among the crowd with a simple roll.

The popularity confused the divine will, and the Sun-wandering God took a quick glance and sped away.

The evil ghost killed his way to the Xiong's pharmacy, and before he could speak, he heard chirping sounds.

"What a noisy bird!"

When it looked up, it saw a little bird with green feathers and a white tail, happily holding a big green worm in its mouth.

The evil ghost was already upset, and now he was even more furious after being disturbed by the little bird.

But before the anger bar could rise, the little Qing Geng in the sky said in surprise, "How come we ran into a big bug again?"

Big bug?

When the evil ghost saw Qing Geng speaking human language, he was shocked at first, but then his anger stopped abruptly, and he felt that he was suddenly flying.

All I heard was the sound of "Qing Geng, Qing Geng".

The ferocious ghost turned into a big green caterpillar and was caught in the mouth of a little blue bird in the sky.

As soon as something went wrong here, the angry Su Wu immediately sensed it.

Black energy was rolling on the jade ring on the hand of the enchanting man.

Su Wu suppressed the ghostly aura in his hand and said to the merchants in brocade clothes beside him, "Notify your pharmacies to prepare to open for business. At the same time, prepare the medicinal materials you have stockpiled. Those who need to provide free clinics should do so, and those who need to provide medicine should deliver medicine. Cut off all ties with us immediately."

The merchant said yes, and left with the manager beside him like a zombie.

Su Wu released the suppression, and a thick ghost mist immediately emerged from the jade ring on his hand.

Gray-black smoke enveloped the entire room. A pair of sinister eyes stared at him, saying hatefully, "Wizard! Our sixth and seventh brothers are both dead, and their deaths were unclear. What do you have to say?"

"You're courting death, there's no explanation."

Su Wu raised his eyes slightly and sneered, "Why, you guys also want to seek your own death?"

"Revenge! We are all doing this for the True Lord. Wizard, will you help?"

"You're not allowed to go. I'm already using the energy of the plague to quickly find the Reincarnation Decree. Once I get it, it won't be too late to avenge those two idiots later."

On this trip to Cangzhou, the only helpers given to him by the True Lord were these seven plague ghosts.

Originally, there were two ghost-refining sorcerers and hundreds of blood-pool ghosts, but so many living evil ghosts actually died in the forest fire!