The smell in the air told her that people were still dying from the epidemic.
"Mortal life and death..."
She was glad that she was blind now. If she really saw the mourning people everywhere, the rivers of blood, the skinny people, and their bodies covered with maggots and yellow pus, she might really be unable to help but bring over the prescriptions from this world.
Prepare medicine to save people.
"It's troublesome... If the sect doesn't start distributing medicine, I can't take action. Everyone regards me as a life-saving straw, but there is only one straw."
She knew clearly that when it came to matters of life and death, a tree that stood tall in the forest could quickly fall to the wind.
What's more, although the existence of the black rat demon has been found, there is inevitably someone behind the black rat demon who is planning the overall situation. Otherwise, how could one evildoer kill ten thousand people?
After she woke up, she heard the sorrow of Little Senior Sister Song Wan'er, and also knew the hard work of the whole sect without sleep, but she could not feel the desolate and despair-like atmosphere among the monks, which was like purgatory on earth.
Song Wan'er was born as a mortal and had only been a Taoist for a few days, so she had not yet fully adapted to her status as a monk.
The little senior sister is kind-hearted and compassionate, and she is inevitably moved by the suffering in the world.
The remaining brothers and sisters have been arranged to take shifts and clock in every day like commuting to and from get off work.
She quickly visualized a hospital in her sea of consciousness, and the monks in the sect were the staff of the hospital.
The deceased is just a chess piece that makes splashes in the path of the immortal.
In the final analysis.
For the brothers and sisters of Shifang Sect, what does the disaster of mortals have to do with us monks? We take action out of pity for the common people, so what if we don’t take action.
In this world, monks are hidden in the mountains and seas, and ordinary people may not be able to see them once in their entire lives. Hongfeng Town has a favorable location, so ordinary people will have contact with the monks.
What monks cultivate is the self, and those who can wholeheartedly save suffering and save sentient beings are gods and Buddhas.
"It's so contradictory... What is the purpose of cultivating Taoism... I am a medical practitioner, how can I not save people..."
"People who cultivate immortals separate themselves from mortals in their hearts. This is not a temporary thing. Then why can there be no land where only monks exist, and another land where only mortals exist?"
"I want to become an immortal, but what kind of immortal will I become? Where is my Taoist heart?"
"It's troublesome, it's too troublesome. They'll all die! Let's forget about it! Treat whatever you want!"
Jiang Su felt depressed, pushed open the door of the medical clinic, and came to the consulting room with the help of her memory. She groped for the table and chair beside her, pinched her hands and sensed the spiritual power here, and sat there for three months after confirming again and again.
It has always been my own place.
Fang Zhe stepped forward and stood beside her. The other two stood not far from the wooden table.
The girl in green threw five stones. The stones landed in a different position than when she lowered the barrier before. A green light film enveloped the entire consulting room.
"Tell me, what information do you have? How can it make you so confident that you can use it as the equivalent of exchanging human elixirs with me?"
The girl in green had a teasing smile on her face.
Chen Zeshen also looked relaxed. Now that he has obtained the human elixir, his purpose of coming to the Southern Region has been achieved. Everything that happens here has nothing to do with him.
You can eat melon!
He sat opposite Jiang Su, looking very much like a patient about to be seen.
"Miss Jiang, do you still remember the sword cultivator whom you arranged to live in the same room with me earlier?"
Sword repair?
It seems like the person who was left behind in the misfortune, the delivery boy who uses the magic of the sword to personally deliver ice cubes to the surrounding larger towns?
"Um."
Chen Zeshen smiled slightly when he heard this, and said unhurriedly: "He did the plague."
oh oh……
What??? What is Chen Zeshen talking about??? Who did the plague??? This swordsman who delivers food with a sword???
Jiang Su's lazy temperament disappeared, replaced by a dark expression, and even the curvature of the corner of his mouth was like a short blade carefully carved out.
"What do you mean? City Master Chen, please explain clearly. Don't let me guess."
She was anxious.
Chen Zeshen looked at Jiang Su playfully, with his uvula slightly exposed and his back teeth biting his lip.
"He is from Jing Dynasty."
"Emperor Li Can?"
"Yes, Miss Jiang guessed it right. It was the person sent by Li Can. During the few days I lived with him, he went out early and came back late every day. Later, he had ice and moisture on his body, which is indeed consistent with what he said.
To make a living transporting ice.”
"But one day, I saw the cloth he used to wipe the blade of his sword."
Jiang Su frowned, his mind turned around, and he wondered: "Bu? What cloth?"
"To be precise, it's not cloth, it's a piece of brocade. But I've seen this brocade many times in the Jing Dynasty. Those who carried it were all monks supported by Emperor Li Can. Fu cultivators used it to clean pen holders, and array cultivators used it.
It fills the five elements, sword practitioners use it to clean swords, and alchemy practitioners use it to pack elixirs."
"This piece of brocade is more like a handkerchief cut from a large piece. Putting all the brocade pieces together should show a specific pattern."
Jiang Su remained silent and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, looking like he was thinking.
Pattern? What's the use of Li Can getting so many brocades? It can't be just to put identity verification marks on them... This is too useless.
Can you spell out the pattern? What pattern will it be? A picture of Along the River during the Qingming Festival or the word "scape" of Jing Dynasty. I can't write his name Li Can.
The name... the writing... sounds a bit like the blood contract I just made?
"Have you ever seen any monk enshrined in Jing Dynasty who doesn't have this piece of brocade?"
"Yes." Chen Zeshen blurted out without thinking.
"Oh? Who?"
"National Preceptor Chu Lin."
"..."
The girl in green breathed out a long breath, put her head on her hands and said in boredom: "Go on, he is Li Can's man, and then what did he do during the plague?"
"He used his sword to roam around various towns around the Shifangmen in the Southern Territory. I checked and found out that he was spreading the plague's rat fleas at that time. He even studied how many rats were placed in some places.
.”
"The epidemic suddenly appeared on the second day after you passed through the thunder tribulation in the sect competition. The timing was clever, and he seemed to be very confident that you would not wake up. After ten days passed, your Shifang Sect's medical research and development
After the anti-epidemic medicine was released, people from the surrounding towns heard the news and began to gather in Hongfeng Town."
"Nowadays, the roads around Hongfeng Town have become real bloody roads."
"Li Can wants to abandon the Southern Territory directly this time. He even plans to muddy the water here before abandoning it, so that the people will die in the storm in the Southern Territory."
Jiang Su's expression gradually changed from the solemn one when she first heard it to a careless one. She didn't count herself among the victims at all.
The girl murmured in her heart: "Chen Zeshen has noticed something wrong with this man very early on. He even knows that this swordsman is releasing rats. Haha, he has no intention of stopping him at all."
"He... is more suitable to be a cultivator than me."
