Looking at Baozhong who was kowtowing on the ground in the hall, Zhao Ran did not let him get up, but simply asked: "Are you Ren Duo Baozhong?"
Baozhong touched his forehead to the ground again: "It's just the villain."
Zhao Ran asked again: "I heard that you took your Renjia clan members to work on the transitional housing construction site three days ago?"
"Yes, we can't open the pot anymore at home."
"You are Lu Ze from Renjia, the head of Renjia in Hongyuan, why can't you reveal the blame?"
"Replying to the Taoist priest, I have used all my savings to help the clan members. Starting from June this year, my family has no more food left."
Zhao Ran didn't expect that the Dangxiang people would be in such poverty, so he couldn't help but ask: "Then why do you waste the farmland in vain? Why don't you lower the rent even though you know that no one will plant it at such a high rent?"
Baozhong couldn't answer for a while, and was tangled in his heart. In the end, he just kowtowed heavily again.
Yuan Hao on the side said displeasedly: "Since you came here to ask to see my abbot, you should know that these questions must be asked to you, but now you are unwilling to answer them. What is the reason?"
Seeing that Baozhong still bowed his head and said nothing, Yuan Hao said sadly: "In that case, you can go back."
Baozhong trembled and stood up slowly, saying with a sour mouth: "Yes..."
Li Zhike, who was accompanying him, said hurriedly: "Baozhong, you just said that you have something urgent to ask to see Abbot Zhao and Yuan Jianyuan. Abbot Zhao and Yuan Jianyuan are both here at the moment. What on earth do you have, please tell me quickly!"
Baozhong sighed and said: "I originally wanted to ask Baimayuan to rescue people, but I really can't answer the abbot's question."
Zhao Ran asked: "Who to save?"
Baozhong said sadly: "I would like to ask the abbot and the prison to lend me fifty taels of silver to rescue my mother."
"Fifty taels of silver to save your mother? Make it clear."
"My mother has been seriously ill in bed for the past few days. I can't help it, so I went to help at the construction site outside the city and exchanged some food rations for home. She was already getting better, but unexpectedly her condition suddenly worsened today. The doctor in the city rushed over to consult.
, after reading it, he said that this is caused by long-term chronic illness, which is generally difficult to cure with a knife and stone, and it can only be removed with fire poison pills. But he only has one fire poison pill left, and he wants fifty taels of silver from me...
"
"Where can I use fifty taels of silver for the fire poison pill?"
"Of course it wasn't worth fifty taels three years ago, but now..."
Yuan Hao thought for a while and said: "I can make the decision and give you fifty taels of silver, but you must answer the abbot's question just now..."
Zhao Ran stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "It doesn't matter, these are all things for later, save the people first. Let's lead the way. I'll go take a look."
Li Zhike said: "Baozhong, you are lucky. My abbot is a serious monk. With the help of the Immortal family, my abbot took action. Your mother's life is saved."
Baozhong kowtowed heavily and choked with sobs: "Thank you, Abbot!"
Zhao Ran didn't say much, and walked out with Baozhong in his hands. He was a monk with a yellow crown. He walked so fast that he arrived at Baozhong's house in a few ups and downs.
Xi Zhong knelt down in front of his mother's bed with great anxiety and shed tears. Seeing that the person behind his brother Baozhong was actually Abbot Zhao, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and kowtowed: "Please abbot, please save my mother!"
Looking at the old woman lying on the bed, he saw that her face was red and hot, her eyes were closed tightly, and she was unconscious. Zhao Ran stretched out his hand to take a pulse, nodded and said: "Sure enough, the wind-cold syndrome is not serious, the doctor
You are right, it is caused by severe illness."
So he drew out a very weak magic power and repeatedly impacted the three acupuncture points of Hegu, Quchi and Dazhui. He didn't dare to use too much force and just tried it briefly. The magic power was too much and ordinary people would never be able to bear it.
After half a cup of tea, the old woman opened her eyes and finally regained consciousness. She suddenly felt that the world was spinning, so she quickly closed her eyes again.
Zhao Ran took out a bottle, poured out a fire poison pill, and ordered Brother Baozhong to dissolve it with hot water: "Your mother is too weak. Add more water when decoction of this pill. Take one third of it tonight."
One, take the rest in two doses tomorrow, and the disease will be cleared up."
The two brothers quickly took it, dissolved it in hot water, took a bowl, and drank it while their mother regained consciousness. After a while, the medicine took effect, and the old woman coughed repeatedly, and finally spit out a mouthful of thick black phlegm.
Baozhong stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the thick phlegm from the corner of his mother's mouth. Zhao Ran grabbed his sleeve, brought the thick phlegm to his eyes, looked at it carefully, smelled it again, nodded and said: "It's very good! The serious illness has been cured."
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Baozhong burst into tears of gratitude: "Abbott..."
Zhao Ran continued to take the pulse, and once again injected magic power to gently adjust several acupuncture points of the old woman. After a while, the redness on the old woman's face gradually faded, and she finally opened her eyes this time.
"Are you the abbot of the White Horse Courtyard? I would like to thank the abbot for saving my life!"
The old woman struggled to get up and thank her, but was stopped by Zhao Ran. He wrote a nourishing prescription, took out five taels of silver and put them on the bedside: "Take these silvers to the medicine shop to get medicine, and it will take three days as soon as possible."
, after five days, you should be able to get out of bed."
Zhao Ran stood up and said goodbye. Baozhong asked Xi Zhong to take care of his mother and sent her out himself. When he got outside the door, he knelt down and kowtowed in the snow.
Zhao Ran reassured her: "Get up and take good care of your mother. If you have any difficulties, just come to me."
Baozhong raised his head and looked up at Zhao Ran in front of him. He felt that the abbot was a virtuous man with an immortal demeanor and kind eyes. He couldn't help but feel all kinds of emotions in his chest and just wanted to cry.
Zhao Ran said warmly: "Okay, you are also the leader of a dignified clan. Don't act like a child. I am a practicing Taoist. My Taoist practice focuses on compassion. It is my duty to treat illnesses and save people..."
"Abbott, Li Yansi and the others are planning to follow the example of the Three Parties of Baima and practice party autonomy."
Zhao Ran was startled, thinking that's what happened. He looked at Baozhong who was kneeling in the snow and said, "If you tell me this, aren't you afraid of being accused of betraying the party?"
Baozhong said with tears streaming down his face: "My tribe is about to starve to death, and my mother is so sick. I don't care what the crime is. If you have to endure hunger in order to be a Dangxiang member, it doesn't matter if you don't do it...
"
Zhao Ran stretched out his hand and lifted it lightly, and a strong and gentle force came out. Baozhong stood up unconsciously, feeling even more admiration in his heart.
"In our Taoist view, whether it is Dangxiang people, Li people, Miao people, or even the people of various vassals, they are no different from the Han people. They are all descendants of Yan and Huang Miao people, all descendants of China, and all people of the Ming Dynasty. Everyone.
To survive on this land, we are a family. Since we are all one family, why do we have to separate ourselves into a small family? In the small family, what is forcibly divided between you is yours and what is mine is mine? You
If you have difficulties, I will help you. If I have difficulties, you will not stand aside and watch the fun. This is the real home, don’t you think?"
"The abbot is right."
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