The clouds were gone and the rain was falling, and the golden sunshine was shining on the earth. Tao Heling sat on a big rock, staring blankly at the muddy and ruined hill scenery after the flash flood, feeling depressed.
He took out a brocade bag from his arms. There was a cube the size of a dice inside. From the surface, the material was either gold, wood or stone. There were complicated and fine textures on each side. It didn't look like it was carved with wood, but more like it was made from within the cube.
Emerged from it, faintly emitting a faint light.
Tao Heling sighed silently and thought to himself: "Uncle, you entrusted me with such an important thing, I'm afraid I can't protect it at all."
Recalling that he had been chased all the way and fled in embarrassment, Tao Heling felt deeply powerless. Although he was lucky enough to save his life now, looking at the barren mountains and forests and thinking that his future was uncertain, Tao Heling couldn't help but feel confused.
While hiding in a cave to recuperate these past few days, Tao Heling kept begging Xu Huaiyu to accept him as his disciple, but the other party did not agree, probably because he was dissatisfied with his lack of wealth.
In the early years, in order to invite a monk to give guidance on the refining of magical instruments, Qianji Pavilion took out a large sum of property as a letter of instruction. The scene of piles of gold and silk into a hill is still vivid in my mind - a golden dragon, a gold fish, and a jade dragon and a jade fish each with three bodies.
Gold rings and silver rings, nine gold and silver slips each, 360 pearls, 1,200 feet of purple brocade and vermilion silk, 2,400 feet of five-color pattern silk, 3,600 feet of white plain silk cloth, and the remaining gold and silver utensils,
There are countless precious pens and inks.
According to the monk's opinion, only by offering a heavy letter of Dharma can the difficulty of seeking Dharma and the sincerity of sincerity be reflected. If the profound Dharma is taught casually, it will make people despise the mystery of the technique and lose their awe, and the technique will be lost.
No longer effective.
Tao Heling was still young at that time, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with these words. Later, the monk also assisted Qianji Pavilion to create a seven-treasure heavenly craftsmanship ball that could photograph the appearance of people and preserve sound, light, and shadow, which was a clever use.
When Xia Huanggong, one of the Four Immortals, came to visit Qianji Pavilion, the previous master of the pavilion, Tao Heling's uncle, gave the Heavenly Work Ball to Shangjing Sect in exchange for a simple method of tempering flying swords.
Tao Heling still remembers that at that time, many old craftsmen of Qianji Pavilion felt that his uncle had ruined the Qibao Tiangong Ball and that he was a waste of everyone's hard work. However, his uncle believed that Qianji Pavilion should not work behind closed doors and sent the Tiangong Ball to the Shangjing Sect.
These immortal lineages have become close friends.
In addition to having contacts with the Shangjing Sect, Qianji Pavilion's more important responsibility is to build weapons for the imperial court of the Xiong Kingdom. In addition to spending a large amount of national money every year, the rewards are also very generous on weekdays, so they can spend so much money to support the monks.
.
As a member of Qianji Pavilion, Tao Heling used to be unable to talk about fine clothes and fine food, but he was not short of food and clothing. After all, for Qianji Pavilion, worldly gold and silver possessions were far less important than exquisite skills.
However, Tao Heling currently has no money to devote to the immortal master. Is it possible that he should just watch and let him go?
"The wind and rain have stopped, and the torrents in the mountains have gradually calmed down. Now is the time to leave the mountains."
At this time, Zhao Shu slowly fell from the height and asked: "How is Brother Tao's injury?"
Tao Heling hurriedly put away the cube, stood up and replied: "Thank you Master Xu for giving me the medicine to save you. My injury has recovered and I can walk without any problems."
Zhao Shu nodded and said: "That's very good. However, although the injuries to the muscles and bones have healed, the energy and blood vitality may be lost. My little pills and the wild fruits inspired by the magic are just a small amount of compensation. After the little brother goes down the mountain
, you still need to take good care of it.”
Zhao Mi's tone was warm, making people feel like a spring breeze blowing on their face. Seeing that Tao Heling was about to speak, he asked, "I wonder what Mr. Tao's plans are next? Where are he going?"
Tao Heling was dejected: "I, I don't know."
Zhao Shu asked in confusion: "When my brother was in a big disaster, why didn't he look for his family and friends for shelter?"
"I...the younger generation has been a master craftsman of Qianji Pavilion for generations. My parents died early, and I took refuge in my uncle's house since I was a child." Tao Heling said in a low tone: "But my uncle has been in trouble, and now I have no place to live."
Zhao Shu nodded gently, and then said: "Let's see, I'll send my brother down the mountain first and find a town to settle down. I think with Brother Tao's ability, I won't have to worry about finding a way to make a living."
Tao Heling now had nowhere to go and had no choice but to follow Zhao Shu.
Not long after leaving the barren mountain, the two came to the official road and saw many fleeing people, dragging their families with them, supporting the old and the young, and a large area of darkness stretched along the official road to the end of the field of vision.
"Dear fellow villagers! Ten miles to the south is Xin'an Village. Every household must bring a bamboo sign to verify their identity!"
On the slope not far away, a police officer shouted loudly, and many fleeing people nearby came forward and surrounded several scribes to ask for bamboo plaques.
"What's going on?" Zhao Shu asked upon seeing this.
"They should be issuing talismans to the people who fled." Tao Heling replied: "After all, there was a flood just now, and it is estimated that nearby villages were submerged, so the government had to move the villagers to other places. This talisman is used to verify
Clarifying your identity will also make it easier for the government to re-verify your household registration."
"I see." Zhao Shu nodded repeatedly. Xiong Country has experienced so many disasters, and the local government is actually willing to send people to relocate the affected people. In Huaxu Country, this kind of thing would probably not be looked at twice.
"Hasn't Master Immortal seen these things?" Tao Heling was a little surprised. In his opinion, a master like "Xu Huaiyu" shouldn't know anything about helping the people.
"I... used to live in seclusion in the mountains and fields, not caring about worldly affairs." Zhao Shu dealt with it casually, and then said: "Since there are settlements nearby, why not go to Xin'an Village to rest?"
"But it depends on the immortal master's instructions." Tao Heling didn't care much.
Zhao Shu conjured up a bamboo basket and carried it on his back, and came to the clerk who was handing out the certificates. As soon as he reported his name, the other party saw that Zhao Shu was neatly dressed and had a calm look on his face. He asked slightly suspiciously: "You are not from a nearby disaster-stricken village."
Common people?"
"I am a traveler. Because the floods blocked my journey, I had to take a different route here." Zhao Shu cupped his hands and said, "I heard that there are villages nearby to accommodate disaster victims. I want to find a place to stay."
"Mother?" The clerk's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Do you know how to cure dysentery?"
"It can barely be cured..." Before Zhao Shu finished his humble words, the civil servant brought a bamboo card, wrote on it like flying, handed it to Zhao Shu and said: "Have you seen any of the people who came to Xin'an Tun recently?
I am suffering from dysentery, vomiting and diarrhea. We are short of doctors and medicines here, so I need your help!"
"I will do my best." Zhao Shu then gestured to Tao Heling beside him: "By the way, I have a companion. I wonder if I can be accommodating?"
The clerk didn't ask any more questions, and simply asked his name. Tao Heling called himself Tao Er and received a talisman.
Perhaps because there were so many sick people in Xin'an Tun, a sergeant arrived in a donkey cart a moment later, urging Zhao Shu and the two of them to get on the cart, and couldn't wait to take them to Xin'an Tun.
"I wonder how many patients there are in the village now?" Zhao Shu asked the driving sergeant: "If there are too many patients, the people may not have enough medicine on hand."
"Oh, other patients are less important. Our General Song also suffered from dysentery and was very ill!" The donkey cart bumped and the sergeant answered intermittently.
Zhao Shu secretly used his fingers to make the cart float lightly, and the two wheels were almost off the ground. The donkey pulling the cart suddenly felt relaxed and the speed was three minutes faster. Tao Heling noticed it, poked his head out and took a look, marveling in his heart.
Millet’s cultivation and magic power.
"General Song?" Zhao Shu asked, "Are there bandits nearby? The imperial court sent officers and soldiers to suppress them?"
"Probably so." The sergeant responded casually. Obviously he didn't know the specific situation. He just said: "If you can cure General Song, of course you will be rewarded. Maybe you can be recommended to the Imperial Medical Office for further study."
"Imperial Medical Office?" Zhao Shui was lost in thought. The Xiong State had established an Imperial Medical Office, which obviously followed the old system of the Tianxia Dynasty. It was divided into four departments: medicine, medicine, acupuncture, and cursory, and taught various medical methods. The administrators were selected after examination.
Sign in for dispatch.
Among those who worshiped magic in the Tianxia Dynasty, Fang Yao Ke and Shu Ji Sheng were originally from the Imperial Medical Office. The former prepared medicines to treat patients, while the latter cast spells to eliminate evil spirits and suppress evil spirits. These two families gradually developed and grew.
, so he separated from the Imperial Medical Office and established his own business.
When the donkey cart arrived at Xin'an Tun, what you could see at first glance was a large number of low stilts. Although simple, they were arranged in an orderly manner. The rammed earth roads were horizontal and vertical, which clearly resembled a military camp pattern. It was for
Set up to resettle disaster-stricken people.
In the distance, there is a rammed earth fort with waving flags and towering watchtowers. A large number of strong men are building houses in a hurry outside.
Zhao Shu and the two men followed the sergeant to the camp. On the way, they could see many people with depressed expressions. There was an unpleasant stench in the wind, mixed with the smell of burning, and the atmosphere was depressing and uncomfortable.
"General Song is inside."
The sergeant brought Zhao Shu and Zhao Miao to the camp and saw General Song, whose face was pale and lying on the bed.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu." After a brief introduction, Zhao Shu stepped forward to feel his pulse, and General Song said: "I don't know why I have been suddenly suffering from vomiting and diarrhea recently, which makes me unable to sleep and eat well, which greatly hinders the official work of the army. Xin'an Tun has a similar disease.
There are hundreds of people affected, and it has even affected the officers and soldiers in the camp. I'm afraid Mr. Xu will need to be busy later."
"Young people do their best."
With Zhao Shu's ability, he could actually make General Song recover from his illness with just a wave of the jade tree staff without acupuncture. But he was not in a hurry to show off. After confirming the illness, he took out a bottle of medicine powder from the bamboo basket.
Then ask someone to get a bowl of water mixed with medicine.
But when the sergeant handed him the water, Zhao Shu stopped and stared at the water in the bowl for a while. With the naked eye, a few impurities could be seen settling at the bottom of the bowl.
"Mr. Xu, what's wrong?" General Song asked upon seeing this.
"I wonder where this bowl of water comes from?" Zhao Shu asked.
The sergeant replied: "It is taken from the well and kept in a large vat for ready use."
General Song seemed to have noticed something, and asked quickly: "Mr. Xu, is there something wrong with the well water?"
Zhao Shu didn't need to taste it himself. He just used Yingxuan's illumination technique to see that the poisonous air remained in the water. Ordinary people would naturally be harmed and fall ill if they drank it.
"The well water is dirty, I'm afraid this is the source of dysentery." Zhao Shu asked again: "Could it be that the soldiers and people in Xin'an Tun area all get water from the wells?"
The sergeant looked a little uneasy and nodded repeatedly: "Exactly."
General Song made a decisive decision: "Immediately seal the wells next to the camp! Then send a hundred people to the nearby river to fetch water."
When the sergeant was about to leave, Zhao Shu tried to dissuade him: "Wait a minute, there was a flood just a few days ago, and the river water is even more filthy. Ordinary people will definitely get sick if they drink it."
"Mr. Xu, do you have a solution?" General Song asked.
"It is best to filter the river water before boiling it, so as to avoid pollution and diseases," Zhao Shu said.
General Song nodded and said to the sergeant: "Deploy two teams of people to set up a water slurry station to boil water and prepare large water storage tanks. Before the water source disease was identified, everyone in Xin'an Tun went to the slurry station to collect water.
Inform the people in the village about this and go and do it now!"
The sergeant was ordered to retire, and Zhao Shu was a little surprised. Although this Song general was ill, he had a sharp mind. Based on Zhao Shu's words, he immediately made corresponding arrangements without any sloppiness. He was by no means an incompetent and lazy person.
Then I thought about it, how could the officials who were able to take charge of relieving the people after the floods and do so in an orderly manner be incompetent? I could see such talented people just by passing by. If it wasn't a fluke, it would probably be because Xiong Guo selected talents.
Far above the Huaxu Kingdom.
"Hiss——" After the sergeant left, General Song fell on the couch with a pale face. He couldn't help curling up, covering his abdomen, and said with an embarrassed face: "Mr. Xu, is there a magic pill that can save me?"
"This medicine can be swallowed without water, but it may hurt the spleen and stomach." Zhao Shu poured out a few pills, and General Song didn't ask any questions and just swallowed them in one gulp.
The elixir secretly cast by Zhao Shu took effect quickly. The colic in General Song's abdomen gradually eased, and his face gained a little more color.
General Song, who breathed a huge sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Xu laughed."
"I don't dare to take it seriously." Zhao Shu said with cupped hands.
"The military doctor did not see any improvement after several days of treatment. Mr. Xu restored his health as soon as he came and revealed the source of the disease. He should be credited with a great contribution!" General Song praised.
"It's just a fluke." Zhao Shu said: "I have seen in other places before that after the flood, the people drank sewage and suffered from dysentery."
"I was negligent. Diseases often come after floods. I originally thought that cleaning the toilet would be enough, but I didn't expect that the water source was already unclean." General Song put his hand on his forehead, and then turned to ask: "I don't know why Mr. Xu
Will you come to Xin'antun? Could it be that you were also forced to move because of the flood?"
"Xiao Min is a traveling doctor who has no fixed address and is passing by here." Zhao Shu responded casually.
"Walking doctor?" General Song asked doubtfully: "I'm afraid it's not easy for Mr. Xu to walk outside now? Some of my scouts patrol the wild, and even people and horses will be disemboweled by monsters, chewing them beyond recognition. Mr. Xu actually
Dare you walk outside alone?"
Zhao Shu was silent for a moment. This time it was his turn to be negligent. In today's world, there are many robbers and bandits, evil spirits and ghosts in the wilderness. Lone travelers almost abandon their own lives. In the eyes of shrewd people, the identity of a traveler is,