The prescription came first, even before Song Youdu.
However, the Hansu Medicine Store has long been empty. At most, the wealthy family still has some leftovers, but they have to save their own families first.
The medicinal materials arrived a few days later, which was a drop in the bucket.
It took a few more days before the complete treatment method came from the county. With the addition of several doctors from Pujun, it took about ten days before the first batch of medicinal materials that could barely manage for a few days arrived. The reason why they could barely take care of it for a few days was because the remaining population of Hansu was not large. It was said that the news that Divine Doctor Cai had developed a treatment method had been rushed to the capital by Hezhou, asking Angzhou for assistance.
Gradually those with mild illness recovered.
At this time, there were some changes in Bingqianfang——
If someone can be cured, everyone naturally hopes that the person who will be cured will be themselves. If everyone can be cured, everyone will naturally hope that they will be cured first.
Some people say that Taoists and monks give priority to saving the rich and noble people in the city, while others say that they especially don't like to save the rich and noble people. Some say that they can help more people every day, but they only agree to help if they have to hold up money. The monk asked the Taoist if he cared about these rumors, and the Taoist asked him in return. The monk smiled, and the Taoist also laughed, but no one cared.
The closer to dawn, the more people long for light.
It's always been like this.
Unconsciously it has been fifteen days.
At this time, although there were still a large number of patients in the Han Su Bing Qianfang who had not yet recovered, the monks and Taoists had almost done all they could do.
Master Yi's rescuing mantra is a simple Buddhist mantra that most temples with magic inheritance can use, but Master Yi uses it very skillfully, and the effect is extraordinary. With the help of Song You, Master Qi's spell to save people from distress has benefited almost everyone in Hansu Bingqianfang, regardless of whether the illness is mild or serious.
The disease that should be delayed has also been delayed.
In this regard, the mages were once unable to do much.
The group no longer needs to stay in Hansu for a long time.
It's just that the patients in the disease center still like to surround Master Yiyi and listen to his chanting and sermons. Master Yiyi is also very patient. No matter how tired he is, he still takes care of the mood of these people and patiently talks to them about Buddhism, compassion, and charity. The way of goodness.
Song You often just watched from the side.
Not to mention he is a fake Taoist priest, even if he is a real Taoist priest or a god from heaven, he cannot be stopped at this time.
There are monks in Hansu and Taoists elsewhere.
Who will prosper and who will decline in the future is hard to say.
…
The sixteenth day, early in the morning.
"brush!"
A calico cat jumped down from the wall, ignoring the patients and pedestrians everywhere, and walked through the crowd with small steps, and quickly got to the Taoist's side.
The fat monk also sat with the Taoist.
"Miss Sanhua is back?"
"Yes."
Song You turned his head to look at her, reached out to touch her head, and then looked up at the sky.
Today's time of year is suitable for the occasion.
Not long after, someone came to deliver food.
Most of the people who were responsible for distributing meals and medicines in Bingqianfang were minor officials in the original yamen, and a middle-aged man named Jin was among them. He was still alive under the care of Song You and the monks.
"Sir, master..."
When Song You and Master Yi came here, they realized that today's meal was different from before.
Breakfast was mostly gruel, but today it was much thicker. You could still see some minced meat in the porridge, and each person was given a piece of white-flour steamed bun as a gift. It was distributed to the monk. Because the monk did not eat meat, the subordinates who distributed the rice gave him two pieces of steamed buns and a specially prepared vegetable bun.
The middle-aged man named Jin looked around, took out a piece of blood sausage and a few pieces of dried meat from his sleeve, and handed it to Song You. He also took out a piece of persimmon from the other sleeve and handed it to the monk.
"This is sent by my brother. It's all from my heart. Please accept it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Song You accepted it generously.
The monk next to him wanted to refuse, but seeing that the Taoist took it easily, he reluctantly accepted it.
Then he took two pieces of white flour steamed buns and vegetable buns, looked left and right, and then asked in confusion: "Why does it seem to be different today?"
"Master, don't you know what time it is today?"
"But I don't know."
"..."
Song You smiled.
It seems that Hezhou is too miserable, walking back to the county, and focusing on helping people, that he has forgotten the time.
So he said to him: "Today is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month in the fifth year of Mingde, and it is already New Year's Eve."
"ah……"
The monk couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he was filled with emotions.
"It's New Year's Eve!"
"New Year's Eve is the perfect time to eliminate the epidemic."
"But it's not finished yet..."
The monk still had some worry on his face. He opened the steamed bun in his hand and put it down casually, wanting to pass it to the cat to eat.
However, the cat just lowered its head and sniffed, glanced at him, then turned decisively towards the Taoist, ate the dried meat from the Taoist's hand, and while eating, turned back to look at the monk.
"When will the master leave?"
"Today too."
"Then we'll just go together."
"Ha ha."
"Eat quickly."
Song You then distributed the dried meat and blood sausage to the swordsman.
Dried meat is very common air-dried meat, while blood sausage seems to be a specialty of Hansu. It is probably something that can only be eaten during the holidays, but he is an outsider and is not used to eating it.
Song You finished the meat porridge in several mouthfuls and distributed the blood sausages to the elderly people in the sick house. He returned to the house, packed his bags, and prepared to leave with the monks.
For a while, Bingqianfang became lively.
The Taoist and the monks lived in a room in the middle of the disease movement square. It was only a few dozen feet away from the entrance of the square, but an unknown number of patients gathered there, and more and more patients gathered there.
Anyone who could still walk gathered on both sides and watched each other off along the street.
"Sir, are you leaving?"
"Where will Master go from now on?"
"Thank you sir and master..."
"Sir, he is a god descended to earth..."
"The master is a true Bodhisattva..."
"I kowtow to my husband and master."
"Sir and Master have been so kind to me, and I'm afraid I will never be able to repay them in this life."
Chaotic sounds came and went from both sides.
Monks and Taoists behaved differently.
The monk would patiently reply to them one by one, telling them why he was leaving and where he would go next, comforting their hearts, and saying goodbye to them one by one. If you encounter someone saluting, you should return the salute one by one. If you encounter someone kneeling and kowtow, you will rush to help them, taking the trouble and painstaking effort. If someone took off his jewelry and offered it as a gift, he would refuse them all. Instead, he would give the vegetable buns that he was reluctant to eat in the morning to a young child who had recently contracted the disease.
The Taoist priest was much quieter, just walking through it, looking at the people on both sides with a pair of calm eyes, experiencing this moment, thoughtfully.
This was a scene he had rarely experienced.
After all, the road is not long. No matter how slow you go, you will reach the end soon.
"Amitabha, it's cold outside. Don't stay too long. Please come back." The monk turned around and stood at the door of Bingqianfang, facing everyone, clasping his hands and saluting deeply, "The poor monk took the first step. I wish all the donors present Everyone can be cured. With the blessing of the Buddha, there will be no illness or disaster in this life. There is no need to think too much. The world is so big that we will naturally be united in doing good deeds."
"I'm also taking my leave."
In comparison, the Taoist's words were much shorter.
The two of them turned around one after another, one very decisively, the other turned back three times in one step, and both gradually left the place.
…
Even on New Year's Eve, Hansu Street is still clean, and there is still snow on the road from last night.
The Taoist and the monk walked slowly in front, followed by the swordsman and the two horses. The calico cat was relatively free, going back and forth, sniffing here and there.
What is comforting is that although most of the streets are covered with snow, the snow in front of a few houses has been cleared. Sometimes when you walk somewhere in the street, you can still hear the sound of snow being shoveled. The calico cat turned its head to identify the location of the sound of shoveling snow. The sound echoed over the silent ancient city after the snow. It made people feel extremely clean, as if they were cleaning their ears while shoveling the snow.
"I heard from the Taoist priest that he has been practicing Taoism on the mountain since he was a child?"
"I was picked up by my master when I was little."
"No wonder the Tao is so high."
"..." Song You did not deny him politely, but just asked, "When did the master become a monk?"
"A poor monk became a monk at the age of twenty-two."
"Twenty-two years old?"
This actually surprised Song You.
Although this monk was somewhat powerless in the face of the demonic epidemic, he often claimed that his spiritual practice was shallow and his power was low. In fact, his spiritual practice was not considered low. Many practitioners Song You had met could not compare with him.
Whether you can face the disease easily or not depends on your Taoism and practice, but it also depends on whether you are good at this Taoism.
"The poor monk originally came from a large family. He was ignorant when he was young, and he was a playboy when he was young. He did a lot of wrong things. Later, with the help of his master, he woke up and became a monk." The monk said, but his expression was very calm. , with a smile on his face, “That’s why it’s much later to become a monk.”
"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."
"The poor monk thinks so too." Although the monk is tired, his voice is very calm, "This is already the case in this life and cannot be changed. Then do more good deeds. I only hope that in the next life, when you achieve Bodhi, your body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, and pure and flawless. , aboveboard."
"Where will the master go after that?"
"It's not just the people who live in the city. Most of the people are still outside the city. Now that the poor monk has done his best in the city, it's time to leave the city." The monk said, paused, and then added, "Although it is said outside the city, The epidemic is not as severe as in the city, but it would be much more difficult for people to get treatment outside the city than in the city, so the poor monk happened to walk slowly."
"That's it..."
Song You nodded and continued walking forward. After a moment, he said: "The master's curse to remove disasters is quite profound. You can only use it once a day at most. If you use it too much, you may damage your roots."
The monk smiled slightly after hearing this, very calmly, and still answered with a Buddhist saying:
"A poor monk once heard that there is a flower in front of the Buddha, which is famous as a beautiful night flower. It takes a thousand years to bud, a thousand years to bloom, and a thousand years to bloom. It withers away at the snap of a finger. Its bloom in an instant can amaze the world."
"..."
Song You didn't say anything after hearing this.
At this moment, a shout came from behind.
"Sir! Master!"
The group of people stopped and looked back, only to see the subordinate named Jin Er running towards this side.
(End of chapter)
