When the old mountain spirit took the initiative to enter the urn and cooked the first pot of soup and distributed it to all the refugee camps, the Book of Heaven immediately felt something. When Feng Bingwen opened the Book of Heaven, he saw the surge in good deeds.
This time, the increase in good deeds set a new record again. However, looking at the good deeds that had soared to six figures, Feng Bingwen was not happy because he saw the old mountain spirit struggling in the urn while Long Jiang was getting along.
Thousands of victims who were in the most serious condition were given a mouthful of decoction. The victims who contracted the disease due to severe depletion of vitality and lack of righteousness, after receiving supplements, their complexions recovered almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And it was precisely because these victims who were in the most serious condition stabilized their condition that Feng Bingwen received a large amount of charity, and this camp for victims, which had an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere, came back to life.
Feng Bingwen could hear the uncontrollable cheers of the physically and mentally tortured victims, and could also feel their joy at finally seeing the light of day while waiting desperately.
But in front of him was an old mountain spirit struggling painfully in the giant body. The flames roasted his essence and melted it into the medicinal soup. The thousands of victims who recovered were because they swallowed its life.
Essence.
As a result, many victims were saved from danger and regained a new life. After some people who should have died received this supplement, they might be able to survive and live on.
But all the costs were borne by the old mountain spirit in the big urn in front of him. Seeing the pain of the old mountain spirit, Feng Bingwen also showed a look of intolerance.
Indeed, it is undeniable that he came here for the title of 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, why can’t they receive incense offerings?
"Master Zhang, I hope you can do what you say."
Listening to the wail of the old mountain spirit beside his ears, Feng Bingwen looked at the red-robed official beside him.
"No need to say anything, I will write a memorial right now."
The red-robed official looked at the suffering mountain spirit with a look of dismay on his face. He raised his hand and bowed to Feng Bingwen, then walked out of the big tent.
"Master, can you please use your magical method to reduce this elder's pain?"
At this time, a doctor with white hair and a very good complexion walked up to Feng Bingwen. It was Doctor Qin from Qingshan County. It was a pity that he could not recognize the divine general standing in front of him. He was the doctor he had visited a few years ago.
Treat the child who has a pulse.
"Real person!"
Hearing what Doctor Qin said, several doctors who were very excited before also turned their attention to Feng Bingwen.
Previously, they became excited because they saw the psychic medicine that was only found in legendary ancient books. Now that they see this old medicine that is almost the same as human beings in such miserable condition, they all feel unbearable in their hearts.
Doctors are kindhearted.
This is not empty talk. A doctor makes little money by practicing medicine and treating diseases. He just supports his family and hovers on the line of food and clothing. Like Dr. Qin, sometimes he even has to repay him. If his eldest son hadn't become successful, he would
The drug store he opened has long since closed down.
I wish there would be no suffering in the world, I would rather take medicine and live in the dust.
Many drug stores have similar couplets hanging on their doors. Maybe some drug stores choose this kind of couplets just to decorate their appearance, but it can also show what the original wish of a doctor is.
"Boy, you don't have to work hard. Just ask these guys to work hard for me and give me a good time!"
When the old mountain spirit who was cooking in the big vat heard these doctors praying for Feng Bingwen on his behalf, he immediately endured the pain of having his essence stripped away and shouted loudly.
"You'd better hurry up!"
Feng Bingwen said helplessly. Immediately he walked to the big vat filled with the aroma of medicine and promised the old mountain spirit again,
"After you have suffered this, I will make sure that your efforts are duly rewarded."
"To be honest, I regret it a little."
The old man Sanchi who had suffered a lot was floating in the medicinal soup. His old face, wrinkled with pain, stared at Feng Bingwen,
"In the past hundreds of years, there have been real cultivators who tried to catch me, but they all allowed me to escape. I was not thrown into the medicine furnace and became a pile of medicine dregs. But I didn't expect that now after listening to your kid's words
After all, take the initiative to jump into this urn."
"You will never regret your efforts now in the future."
"Don't give me these nice words, old man. I won't do it."
"I'm going to find someone to cast a statue of you now!"
"What?"
The old mountain spirit didn't react for a moment.
"The emperor's will is only to recognize your identity as a true god, so that after you are worshiped by all people, you will not be included in the ranks of adulterers and be punished and liquidated."
Feng Bingwen smiled.
Although Shinto is prosperous, it is still under the control of humanity and does not develop unbridled barbarism. Any unrecognized incense sacrifice, no matter how orthodox it seems, is an obscene sacrifice and must be suppressed.
"Your current contribution is enough to allow all people to worship and offer incense."
"Don't mess around and offend the emperor of this dynasty. When he issues the decree, you can cast a golden body for me."
"This is my decision and has nothing to do with you."
Having already made up his mind, why would Feng Bingwen stay here and listen to this old mountain spirit?
At this time, the camp for the victims had found a way to control the epidemic. The management, which was originally extremely strict and would directly draw the sword if violated, has become much more relaxed. Some refugees with good looks can be seen, starting to
Activities at the tent.
As soon as Feng Bingwen appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of many ordinary people. There was no other reason than that he had not yet taken off the dragon armor given to him by Lord Long.
In addition, after he walked out of the big tent, Zhang Liu's body appeared directly, which made many mortals panic and fear, but also filled with curiosity.
"Is this a god descending to earth?"
"That should be the case. Why did our illness suddenly heal? It must be that the gods brought magic medicine from heaven!"
When many refugees looked at Feng Bingwen's Dharma image, the panic in their eyes gradually changed from panic to awe, and even to admiration and fanaticism.
"Is there anyone who has shaped the body of the City God?"
Feng Bingwen asked directly, and his majestic and solemn voice directly spread throughout most of the camp.
"Lord God, I once 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 was indeed going to be completely expelled. Therefore, when he asked, even though there were more than a dozen people who had made statues for the incense gods,
The masons stood up.
"You guys come with me."
Feng Bingwen was not polite. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the dozens of masons who took the initiative to speak out. Then he led them into the large tent filled with the fragrance of medicine.
"Did you see it? The reason why you are not threatened by the epidemic now is because of him!"
Feng Bingwen pointed at the old mountain spirit tumbling in the big urn, and then looked at the dozen masons who were stunned by the scene in front of them.
"It turns out that the mountain god came down to earth to save me from the fire and water!"
One of the masons reacted very quickly. He smelled the ecstatic medicinal fragrance, understood what was going on, and immediately fell to his knees on the ground.
When the other dozen masons saw this, they almost didn't think too much and knelt down on the ground, bowing to the old mountain spirit in the big urn.
And such a grand gift, given the current contribution of the old mountain spirit, is absolutely qualified to bear it. Without him, this one, even an ordinary cold and heat epidemic, would have taken away the names of many people.
"Use your skills to build a statue of your benefactor. From now on, he will be the King of Medicine who protects all people and eliminates diseases and disasters."
"yes."
Feng Bingwen, a god-like being, issued an order. Which of the dozen masons dared not to obey? After discussing among themselves for a while, they began to search for suitable yellow clay.
But that night, there were more than a dozen statues of different sizes, with different appearances and costumes, placed in front of Feng Bingwen. They were all only a few feet tall.
This is to determine the shape of the statue. If you really want to create a golden body, you must at least wait for the person to be tall, not like this.
Feng Bingwen naturally didn't have many requirements for this kind of thing. He let his body begin to be cooked to death, but there was still the choice of the old mountain spirit who was at the upper level of spiritual consciousness.
Then he chose for himself an old god with kind eyes, holding a wooden staff, and wearing a divine robe, which looked quite similar to its supplement.
After finalizing the appearance of the statue, Feng Bingwen directly invited the red-robed officials who seemed to have some opinions to discuss finding a suitable location and directly prepare for the construction of the temple.
"Master Zhang, I know you have opinions, but you can't stop me on this matter, and you can't stop me either."
"I know that you, Master, are worried about the magic medicine, but now that my memorial has just been sent out, you still have to wait for the imperial edict to come down!"
"There is no need for this. Listen to the voices outside the tent. Is there anyone in your camp who is not grateful to the King of Medicine?"
Feng Bingwen smiled. Now the story of the old mountain spirit taking the initiative to save others has spread in the camp. Although it is very mysterious, it is an indisputable fact that the epidemic situation in the camp has been resolved. Therefore, the words of gratitude are naturally
Indispensable.
"This is..."
"No matter what the consequences are, I will bear them all."
Feng Bingwenzun glanced at the good deeds shown in the heavenly book. It was already close to two hundred thousand. Based on everything he had done in the past, it was more. However, this was only achieved by the old mountain spirit's active contribution. He now bears some karma.
What does it matter?
As long as the temple is built and all the people recite its name, this old mountain spirit can get rid of the shackles of his innate nature and directly transform into the Medicine King God he had promised before. This is the beauty of the incense for all people.
"Then I'll follow what the real person said. There's just something I need to discuss with the real person."
"you say."
"I plan to divide the medicinal soup made from this elixir into ten portions and send them to other camps that are also troubled by the epidemic. I wonder what you think?"