I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The prescription came first, before Song You.

However, the cold crisp medicine store has long been empty, and most rich people still have money left in their families, but they have to save their own family first.

The medicinal materials did not arrive until a few days later, which was a drop in the bucket.

A few more days later, the complete treatment method came from the county town, together with 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 it can barely manage for a few days is because the remaining population of Hansu is not much. It is said that the news that Cai's doctor has developed a cure has been rushed to the capital by Hezhou, asking Angzhou for assistance.

Gradually the less sick were cured.

At this time, there were some changes in the hospital——

If someone can be cured, everyone naturally hopes that they will be cured. If everyone can be cured, everyone naturally hopes that they will be cured first.

Some people say that people 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 people say that they can help more people every day, but they need money to help. The monk asked the Taoist if he cared about these rumors, and the Taoist asked him back. The monk smiled, and the Taoist also laughed, but no one cared.

The closer to dawn, the more people long for light.

It has always been like this.

I didn't realize it was fifteen days.

At this time, although there are still a large number of patients in the Hansu disease relocation workshop, they have not recovered, but what the monks and Taoists can do has almost been done.

Master Yi's life-saving mantra is a simple Buddhist mantra, and almost all monasteries with spell inheritance know it, but Master Yi is very proficient in using it, and the effect is extraordinary. With the help of Song You, Master Yi's curse of saving suffering and suffering has benefited almost everyone in Hansu Bingqian Workshop, regardless of the severity of the illness.

What should have been delayed has been delayed.

In this regard, the mage once did not contribute much.

A group of people no longer need to stay in Hansu for a long time.

It’s just that the patients in the sick relocation workshop still like to surround Master Yi Yi and listen to him recite scriptures and lectures. The way of goodness.

Song You often just watched from the side.

Don't say that he is a fake Taoist priest, even if he is a real Taoist priest, or a god of the heavenly palace, he can't stop him at this time.

There are monks in Hansu, and Taoists elsewhere.

It is hard to say who will prosper and who will decline in the future.

...

On the sixteenth day, early in the morning.

"brush!"

A three-colored cat jumped down from the wall, ignoring the sick and pedestrians around, walked through the crowd with small steps, and quickly got beside the Taoist.

The fat monk also sat with the Taoist.

"Mistress 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 is the right time.

Not long after, a special person came to distribute the meal.

Most of the people who were responsible for distributing food and medicine in the sick relocation workshop were subordinate officials in the original yamen, and the middle-aged man surnamed Jin was among them. He was taken care of by Song You and the monks, but he was still alive.

"Sir, master..."

When it was sent to Song You and Master Yiyi, they realized that today's food was different from the past.

Most of the breakfast is porridge, but today it is much thicker, and some minced meat can be seen in the porridge, and each person is given a piece of white flour steamed bun. It was distributed to the monk, and because the monk did not eat meat, the subordinates gave him two pieces of steamed buns and a specially prepared vegetable bun.

The middle-aged man surnamed Jin looked around, took out a piece of blood sausage and a few pieces of dried meat from his sleeve, handed it to Song You, and 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 my heart. Please accept it."

"Thank you, sir."

Song You accepted it generously.

The monk next to him wanted to refuse, but he reluctantly accepted it when he saw that the Taoist took it simply.

Immediately, he took two pieces of white flour steamed buns and vegetable buns, looked left and right, and then asked suspiciously: "Why does it seem to be a little 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 bitter, and he travels back to the county and devotes himself to helping people, so that he forgets the time.

So he said to him: "Today is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month in the fifth year of Mingde, which is already New Year's Eve."

"ah……"

The monk couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he was filled with emotion.

"It's New Year's Eve!"

"The New Year's Eve and the elimination of the epidemic are just in time for the occasion."

"But it hasn't been removed..."

The monk's eyes were still worried, he broke off the steamed bun in his hand, put it down casually, and wanted to pass it to the cat to eat.

However, the cat just lowered its head and sniffed, took a look at him, then turned its head decisively, turned to the Taoist, ate the jerky from the Taoist's hand, and while eating, turned his head to look at the monk.

"When will the master leave?"

"It's also today."

"That's the right time to go together."

"Ha ha."

"Eat quickly."

Song You distributed the dried meat and blood sausage to the swordsmen.

Jerky is a very common air-dried meat, and blood sausage seems to be a special product of Hansu, and it is mostly something that can only be eaten during the holidays, but he is a foreigner and he is not used to eating it.

Song You finished the meat porridge in a few sips, distributed the blood sausage to the elderly in the sick house, returned to the house, packed his bags, and prepared to leave with the monks.

For a while, the sickness workshop became lively.

The Taoist and the monks lived in a room in the middle of the disease-removal workshop, and it was only a few dozen feet away from the entrance of the workshop, but an unknown number of patients gathered, and more and more gathered.

Those who could still walk gathered on both sides and sent each other off along the street.

"Is sir leaving?"

"Where is Master going from now on?"

"Thank you sir and master..."

"Mister is a god descending to earth..."

"The master is a true Bodhisattva..."

"The villain kowtowed to the master and the master."

"Sir and Master are so kind and virtuous, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay you in this lifetime."

Chaotic voices erupted on both sides.

Monks and Taoists behave differently.

The monks will reply one by one very patiently, telling them why they are leaving, where they are going after that, comforting their hearts, and saying goodbye to them one by one. If you meet someone saluting, you will return the salute one by one. If you meet people kneeling and kowtowing, you will rush to help them, tirelessly and tirelessly. If someone took off their jewelry and offered it as a gift, he refused all of them. Instead, he gave the vegetable buns that he was not willing to eat in the morning to a young child who was recently infected.

The Taoist is much quieter, just walking through it, looking at the people on both sides with a pair of calm eyes, feeling this moment, thoughtfully.

It was a scene he had rarely experienced.

After all, the road is not long, no matter how slow you go, it will not take long to end.

"Amitabha, it's cold outside. Don't stay too long, please come back." The monk turned and stood at the gate of the disease-removing workshop, facing the crowd, clasped his hands together, and saluted deeply, "The poor monk will take a step ahead. All of them can be healed, the Buddha blesses them, and there is no disease or disaster in this life. There is no need to think too much, the heaven and the earth are so big, it is natural to do good with one heart.”

"I also bid farewell."

In comparison, Taoist words are much shorter.

The two turned around one after another, one was very decisive, the other looked back three times at a step, and gradually left here.

...

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, the swordsman and the two horses followed behind, and the three-colored cat was relatively free, going back and forth, smelling 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 shoveling. The three-flowered cat turned its head to identify the location of the sound of snow shoveling. The sound of shoveling the snow reverberated over the quiet ancient city after the snow. It made people feel very clean, as if they were cleaning their ears while shoveling snow.

"I heard from the Taoist priest that he practiced Taoism on the mountain since he was a child?"

"I was picked up by my master since I was a child."

"No wonder Daoxing is so high."

"..." Song You didn't politely deny him, but asked again, "When did the master become a monk?"

"The poor monk became a monk at the age of twenty-two."

"Twenty-two?"

This surprised Song You a little.

Don't look at this monk who is a little helpless in the face of the demon epidemic. He often claims that his Taoism is superficial and his magic power is low.

As for whether it is easy to face the disease, although Taoism is also related, it also depends on whether you are proficient in this way.

"The poor monk originally came from a large family. He was ignorant when he was young, and he was also a fool when he was young. He did a lot of wrong things. Later, he was enlightened by his master and became a monk." The monk said, but his expression was very calm. , with a smile on his face, "So it takes a lot later to become a monk."

"If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it."

"The poor monk thinks so too." Although the monk was exhausted, his voice was very calm, "This life has already been like this, and it cannot be changed, so I will do more good deeds. I only hope that in the next life, when I get Bodhi, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and free from blemishes. , aboveboard."

"Where will the master go after that?"

"It's not only in the city that there are people in the city, most of the people are still outside the city. Now that the poor monk has done his best in the city, he should go out of the city." The epidemic is not as severe as in the city, but it will be much more difficult for people outside the city to get medical treatment than in the city, and the poor monk happened to walk slowly."

"That's it..."

Song You nodded, and continued to walk forward. After a while, he said: "Master's spell to remove disasters and eliminate evil is quite profound. You can only use it once a day at most. If you use it too much, you may hurt your roots."

The monk smiled when he heard this, and was very calm, and still answered with a Buddhist saying:

"The poor monk once heard that there is a flower in front of the Buddha, named Youtanhua, which sprouts for a thousand years, buds for a thousand years, blooms for a thousand years, and fades at the flick of a finger. It is fragrant in an instant, but it can amaze the world."

"..."

Song You heard this, but didn't say anything.

At this moment, a shout came from behind.

"Sir! Master!"

The group of people stopped and looked back, only to see the subordinate called Jin Er running towards this side.