Hansu County is next to the snowfield and not far from Yanzhou in the north. In winter, the temperature is extremely low and snow often falls.
Once, the Master followed a subordinate official and walked along the streets of Hansu County. He looked around and saw that almost every house had its doors closed, and no one could be seen on the street. Even in most of those closed doors, there was not only no one inside, but also no one inside.
There was no movement, not even any life.
This pandemic has left countless homes empty.
Now is the twelfth lunar month of winter. I am afraid that even in a peaceful year, people would freeze to death, let alone the current disaster year, with wars, demons, severe droughts, and plagues...
How many buckets of suffering are there in the world?
At one point, the Master thought of the ascetics he had met while traveling and practicing.
Then he shook his head and continued walking.
The clerk in front of him was talking to him as he walked.
Talking about the population of Hansu County, how many people have contracted the epidemic, how many have died, which county officials have run away, which ones are still left to fight the epidemic, and what countermeasures are in place.
The clerk's surname was Jin, and he didn't have any official position in the county government. His mother and brother were also in Bingqianfang, so they were happy to talk to him about the situation inside, and they admired people like him very much.
Generally, the disease relocation center is located at the gate of the city. This is convenient for many things. If practitioners or doctors from other places want to go in, it is also very convenient. They can go directly to the city gate. After that, if there are still officials in the city, they can
The management will not let you run around, and it is convenient to check in and out.
The same is true for Hansu County.
It's just that they came in through the south gate, but Bingqianfang was at the north gate.
The Taoist priest we met last night was obviously his first time here. However, the officials in the city seemed to respect him very much. I don't know why, but it was all thanks to the Taoist priest - the officers and soldiers guarding the city were not only very decisive.
He let himself into the city, and instead of letting himself go around from the outside of the city to the north gate, he allowed himself to pass through the city and called a subordinate to lead the way.
This is a good thing.
But after entering the city, he and the Taoist priest separated. The Taoist priest said that he was going to the temple in the city to find the local god, but he didn't know why, so he went to Bingqianfang.
Once the Master returned to the county from his journey, he met many people who were traveling with him, including Taoists, monks, experts in the martial arts, and doctors traveling from various places. Everyone had their own abilities and methods, and they often got together.
They often left each other, and some even accidentally contracted diseases and died. In troubled times, their bodies would be like foam, and like candles and wind. This kind of thing was really common, and at one time, the Master didn't pay much attention to it.
"It's right here."
"Thank you so much, the gold donor."
"Brother Xiaoren just went in yesterday. His condition is very mild. He looks very similar to Xiaoren. If you see him, please say hello to him on behalf of Xiaoren." The assistant stopped and said to the monk, "Besides, brother has also been here before.
When you are doing business at the county government office, after the master enters, if you have any questions, you can go to him first."
"sure."
At one point, the mage knew that he actually wanted to ask him to take more care of his brother, but he smiled and agreed.
The subordinate official then left with peace of mind.
Once the mage stepped over a pile of debris.
"Cough cough cough..."
Before I even entered, I heard a cough.
The so-called sick Qianfang is an area separated out in the city, where sick people are put in to separate them from normal people. But in fact, most sick Qianfang are not responsible for treatment, except for those who are also infected with the disease or have good intentions.
Only if a doctor is willing to take the initiative to go in. In addition, at a fixed time every day, the deceased will be pulled out by those who are mildly ill or specially appointed, and then taken away by others to be burned or buried.
To put it bluntly, it's just throwing the patient in there to die.
But it was a helpless move.
As a monk who practices the Way to protect the body, the Master was not affected by diseases at one time, but there was no way to cure them.
There are only two spells: spells.
The first is the rescuing mantra he learned from his master. It is also the only Buddhist mantra in the Shengde Temple where he became a monk. It has no other use than to help people relieve their suffering.
At one time, the master was proficient in this method. If he sincerely cast the spell and recited the incantation, even if he suffered from nine days of plague and was in pain, he would be almost free of illness and pain. As long as the sick person's body has not shrunk, he can walk, and as long as his throat has not completely become mute.
Then he can speak freely, with less pain and with his dignity preserved.
The second is the calamity-repelling mantra that I learned from the abbot and abbot when I traveled to Tianhai Temple.
The curse to remove disasters and relieve calamities has the effect of curing diseases, but it can only cure minor typhoid fever. The nine-day plague is too powerful and complicated, and this curse cannot cure it. It can only slow down the spread of the disease and let the patient struggle for a few more days.
The former is easy and can save hundreds of people every day.
The latter is difficult and can only be done by one person per day.
However, monks have limited magical power and energy. It would be okay if there are not many sick people, but when there are more people, they will eventually have to make choices.
I have been walking back to the county for a long time, and I know that no matter what, I can't cure this evil epidemic. It is not meaningless to let the patients live a few more days, but in the end it is not as good as letting more people relieve their pain.
Therefore, it has been a long time since he cast the past disaster relief spell.
When I read it again today, it feels a little unfamiliar.
Yes--
It would have been better if we hadn’t heard that Dr. Cai had cracked the demon epidemic. Now that we had heard about it, the people of Hansu County would be saved. The mantra to save people from distress must be recited, and the mantra to eliminate disasters must also be recited to slow down the disease in a patient.
God may be able to save a life. Even after knowing that the miracle doctor has a treatment method, it will be very difficult to promote it, especially to these poor people.
But there is still hope after all.
So there was the sound of chanting in Bingqianfang.
The patient spread the word orally and spontaneously gathered around the monk, sitting or lying down, listening to the sutra and falling asleep.
The coughing sounds are obviously reduced and becoming less and less frequent.
Since the epidemic, the night at the gate of Beicheng has never been so quiet, with only the howling north wind and the sound of chanting going on late at night.
"cough……"
The monk's face looked a little more tired and his lips were chapped, but he did not stop until his magic power was exhausted.
It wasn't until the fifth watch that I took a short break.
Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, a spirit came into my dream.
In the dream, she was a hunchbacked old woman, not even as high as a person's knees. She was not short, but small, and her proportions were the same as those of an ordinary old woman.
The old woman claimed to be the God of Hansu Earth. She came to the dream for no other reason than to tell the people that after dawn tomorrow, there will be sweet rain falling from the sky. Those who are not sick can prevent themselves from being infected if they are not sick.
If you take a shower, you will feel less painful, and you may be able to live a day or two longer.
The next morning.
I saw a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to the subordinate who led the way yesterday, running around telling me about the dream entrusted by the gods last night, for fear that everyone would not know or take it seriously, or not know what time it was.
Under his preaching, people who were sick or not, as long as they could still walk, went out and waited outside. Even some who were too sick to walk were helped to the open air.
The monk was doubtful and looked up at the sky.
Although it is not a sunny day today, the sky is still white with only a few light gray streaks. There are no dark clouds. Where can the rain come from?
What's more, it's winter at this time. Even if it's going to rain, it should be snowing.
Thinking of the entrustment given by the clerk yesterday, when the middle-aged man passed by him again, the monk stopped him:
"donor."
"Huh?" The middle-aged man stopped immediately and saluted him with bloodshot eyes, "Master, why did you stop the villain?"
“Is the donor’s surname Jin?”
"How does the master know?"
"The benefactor's brother asked the poor monk to say hello to the benefactor."
"Two gold..."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then asked quickly: "How is Erjin doing now? Are you still taking care of the matter of moving the disease to the workshop?"
"When the poor monk comes in, my brother is on duty at the city gate."
"That's good, that's good."
Hearing that his younger brother had left the dangerous hospital, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
“The benefactor’s brotherly love is deep.”
The master once said something, and then asked him: "Last night, the poor monk also dreamed of gods. Did you all dream of it?"
"Master, I asked, and I all dreamed about it." The middle-aged man replied, "And I used to go to the Snow Temple in the city, and I saw this Earth God in the Earth Temple, and he looked the same as in the dream.
"
"I see."
"Master, is there anything else?"
"One more thing..."
At one point, the master cleared his throat and said to him for help: "The poor monk chanting sutras here can relieve the pain of the sick, and it can benefit dozens of people in one day. I wonder if I can ask the donor to keep those people farther away, and the disease will be affected."
The patients who suffer the most and suffer the most?”
The middle-aged man agreed and left again. At this time, the open air of the sick house was already crowded with patients.
At one point, the mage couldn't help but raise his head again and glanced at the sky.
If the gods could manifest themselves, how could they wait until today?
However, just after saying a few words, the sky was no longer windy and cloudy, and a small black patch happened to cover the sky above Han Su.
Counting the time, it's almost time.
At about six o'clock in the morning, rain fell from the sky.
This rain is miraculous. When it hits your body, you won't feel cold at all, only a bit of coolness at most. If you are sick, it will actually relieve your splitting headache. When it falls on the ground, it moistens things silently and disappears into the soil. It also disappears when it falls on your clothes.
It can't get the fabric wet, it just penetrates into the body.
The people all over the city were shocked and felt that the gods appeared.
"The God of the Land...the God of Society..."
At one point the mage murmured, looked up at the sky, and suddenly smiled amid the rain.
"Ah……"
Where is the deity for this?
They are fellow travelers.
The smile on the monk's face grew stronger.
Even though I have met many people traveling with me since returning to the county, I am still inevitably moved by them.
Withdrawing his gaze and looking at the people around him, the monk, who had exhausted all his magic power, was helpless and had no choice but to lower his head and close his eyes, silently reciting in his heart:
"Lord Buddha, my disciple's teachings are shallow and his magic power is low. However, seeing the suffering of the people in Guijun, I can't bear it. Even if my magic power is exhausted, it will be a drop in the bucket. If the Buddha can hear me, please show great mercy and lend a ladle of boundless magic power to my disciple for a while.
If you use it, I am willing to exchange it for Yang and longevity."
Boundless silk rain swayed down.
Miraculously, the Buddha seemed to have really heard his prayers. When he opened his eyes, his exhausted mana had been restored to some extent.
"Amitabha……"
At one point the Master closed his eyes and recited a Buddhist mantra.
…
At noon.
The Taoist also took the calico cat and the swordsman to Bingqianfang, where he saw countless people waiting to die, and a fat monk who was surrounded by people and recited Buddhist mantras like a Bodhisattva.
Along the way, the group saw countless people suffering from the epidemic, but every time they saw them, they still felt unbearable.
And this fat monk not only cast spells to save the people from pain, dozens of people a day, but also cast spells to control the disease, only one person a day. The two were really too much for him. Later, when the magic power was exhausted, he was almost
He is consuming his own fundamentals. But there are more than a thousand people in this disease-ridden village. With him like this, he doesn't know how many lives he will lose.
It's true as he said, the fluorescence is small, but the heart still shines at night.
This heart is so hot that it seems tireless.
Song You asked him when he stopped, and he only said that this world is not a world with millions of people in it, but in the eyes of millions of people, there are thousands of heavens and earths, and he saved one person.
It's not just saving one person in the world, but saving one person's entire world.
Quite an interesting statement.
This guy is also quite interesting.
Song You likes to talk and get along with such people, and likes to see this kind of world.
Originally, he came to say goodbye to him and was about to go to the snowy field. After talking with him and being influenced by him, he actually decided to stay a few more days and work with him to extend the lives of the patients in Hansu County.
He still had a lot of spiritual power, turned it into pills, and asked the local gods to run and deliver them to the villages in Hansu County.
It just so happens that this social god is also pitiful.
Hansu County is close to the snowy plains, and it is adjacent to a great demon king who even the Heavenly Palace does not look down upon, and even the God of Leibu cannot get rid of. He himself is not worthy of being a god. A great epidemic has left the people of Hansu County in dire straits.
, even if there are still people who are alive who want to worship the gods, she is not the one who is worshiping. The faith has been cut off and is on the verge of dissipating. The Dharmakaya is not necessarily as big as the cat body of the Three Flower Empress.
Although the social gods do nothing, they are really powerless, but in the end they are much better than the group of righteous gods in the Tiangong.
Then I saved some incense for her.
So Taoist, Mao'er and Swordsman all stayed in Bingqianfang and didn't go out all day. Under his influence, the surviving officials and wealthy households in the county took more care of Bingqianfang and ate better every day.
, I heard that there are experts in Bingqianfang who are treating patients, who can cure pain and relieve diseases. Rich people and officials also sent their sick family members here.
Now the lives of the people in Jiqianfang will be better.
The middle-aged man surnamed Jin who used to work as a subordinate in Hansu County was also a wonderful person. The first few days of the nine-day epidemic were not painful, and the monk's rescuing mantra was more cost-effective to use on the seriously ill, so he joined several others
People with minor illnesses were sent to those who were seriously ill every day, and they also did all the auxiliary work.
Just waiting for real hope to come.
However, the miracle doctor's treatment is not just as simple as a prescription. In addition to internal and external prescriptions, there is also acupuncture and fumigation to help completely remove the root. It consumes not only materials, but also people.
Although Guijun is only one county, it is not too remote. However, it needs to wait for the miracle doctor to slowly spread the county through the county seat, and then send a report to the prefecture, and then use the power of Hezhou to rescue Guijun. Hezhou is in dire straits.
We may not be able to provide the manpower and material resources to rescue the entire Gui County, and we may not even have to go to Angzhou to appeal to the imperial court. I don’t know how long it will take.
I have hope, but it’s not easy to wait.
Thank you to the leader of the "Seducing Soul" boss, bow and show your chest!