Outside a villa

A Taoist priest with bare feet, a yellow scarf on his head, and a white face and long beard walked towards the villa.

"Stop! Who is that?" Several yellow scarf Taoist priests with swords and guns in their hands saw the person coming and stood up and shouted loudly.

"The poor Taoist great teacher...Zhang Jiao!"

"Great Teacher??"

——

Cheng Zhiyuan and Deng Mao were kneeling on the ground, and Zhang Jiao, who was sitting opposite them, was slowly reciting scriptures, as if Cheng Zhiyuan and Deng Mao did not exist.

Sweat slowly rolled down from their foreheads to the ground. It was okay to kneel for a while, but kneeling for a long time was a kind of torture for anyone.

"That's it, get up." Zhang Jiao breathed out lightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, I was wrong, please punish me." Cheng Zhiyuan did not dare to get up, kowtowed and lay on the ground and said.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"Disciple should not release the Black Plague."

Zhang Jiao shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness, and he said, "Since Ma Qiang can defeat you in Taoism, he is definitely an ordinary person. The Black Plague was originally controlled by you. You

I don’t want to control, but I just gave up my practice. But why didn’t you inform the people of the treatment method in time after you were released? Along the way, I heard about Mr. Ma’s treatment of diseases, but not about Taiping Dao to save people. You are confused, I am Taiping Dao.

After more than ten years of operation in Youzhou, how much public support is there for you to make such a fuss? Don’t you understand what our foundation is?”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiao's tone became faster and faster and more severe.

"The imperial court is corrupt, the families are greedy, and the people have no hope of living, so they are not afraid of death. After you released the black plague, you didn't know how to use it to promote my name of Taiping Dao, and ruined my teaching career for the sake of a brat. It's not your fault, it's mine."

!I shouldn’t have let you be the commander-in-chief of Youzhou!”

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly panicked. He knelt and climbed all the way to Zhang Jiao's feet. He hugged Zhang Jiao's feet and cried, "I know my mistake. I don't dare to do it anymore. Master, please don't blame yourself. I will definitely do it."

Make atonement for your sins!"

"How do you atone for your sins?" Zhang Jiao asked coldly.

"Disciple...disciple..."

"I will punish you to go to Jixian. When the people make a great wish, if this epidemic is not eliminated, you will not be allowed to eat even one meter of rice, you will only drink water, and then sit on the top of the city until there is no more black plague in Youzhou. Go!

"

"Master, if this happens, senior brother will starve to death!" Deng Mao shouted anxiously after hearing this.

"Starve to death? If you really starve to death, you deserve it!" Zhang Jiao glared at Deng Mao and shouted, "Deng Mao, as the deputy general manager, you did not try your best to prevent your senior brother from making mistakes. You should be punished. I will punish you to lead the people."

All counties in Youzhou are spreading talisman water to save the people. Remember, not only can you not fight against Ma Qiang this time, but you must cooperate with him, do you understand?"

"Disciple... I don't quite understand..."

Zhang Jiao looked at Deng Mao's confused look and sighed helplessly. Both Cheng Zhiyuan and Deng Mao were refugees who almost starved to death. It was Zhang Jiao who saved them and taught them their skills.

But when Zhang Jue rescued them, they were already too old and missed the best time to study. Zhang Jue was anxious to let them preach here. Cheng Zhiyuan's ability was said to be 30% or 40% compared to Zhang Jue's.

said.

"My teacher has said many times that our Taiping Dao relies on the refugees and poor people. The more difficult they are, the more they will rely on us. But if they find that we cannot rely on them, they will look for new ones to rely on.

Remember, these people who cannot survive will only follow hope, so they must not let others give them hope, especially the government!

If Guo Xun is curing the plague now, then we can really leave it alone, because he doesn't have the ability. We just need to wait until the situation becomes uncontrollable before stepping out. But now that Ma Qiang is really capable of curing the plague.

Yes, if this continues, the hearts and minds of the entire Youzhou people will fall on Ma Qiang.

Remember! Without the support of the people, our Taiping Road will be useless, and the peaceful and Qing Dynasty will never come!"

"Yes, Master!" Deng Mao and Cheng Zhiyuan both knelt at Zhang Jue's feet and admitted their mistake. Zhang Jue looked at the sky outside the window, his heart already drifting to Jixian County.

Ma Qiang...who are you?

——Old house in the north of Ji County

"Sir, look, this is the body."

What appeared in front of Ma Qiang was a highly decomposed female corpse. Fat white maggots were crawling around the upper body of the corpse. It seemed that half of the mouth had been bitten off by a mouse. One eye was gone, and the eye socket was black.

As if he was telling something, his lower body was extremely swollen with blisters, and his pants were bursting. The smell of the rotting corpse made everyone in the yard frown. Looking at such an exciting scene, Ma Qiang successfully vomited.

.

"vomit!!"

Ma Qiang helped Yan Rou vomit for a while, then turned around and vomited out again.

Yan Rou was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Ma Qiang, who had always shown himself to be invincible, would be treated like this by a corpse.

Aren't corpses very common? In the past, on the grasslands, every time we fought with Xianbei, they would be everywhere.

Ma Qiang finally recovered a little. This was not the first time he saw corpses. He had seen many corpses in the battle before the time travel, but those corpses were all fresh, with only a little smell of blood, and this

Highly rotten ones are a completely different matter.

This is the end of the Han Dynasty, and it is a chaotic time when tens of millions of people are about to die. I must get used to all this.

Ma Qiang closed his eyes and gave himself some psychological hints, then stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth, and once again approached the body and used a small wooden stick to open the collar and inspect it.

"It has been rotting for too long, but you can still see some traces... This body has been there for at least ten days. Judging from the clothes, it should be that of an ordinary citizen... It should be a villager, which means there should be a place where it was first

The Black Plague broke out, and then someone transported the corpses of people from this place to various places to spread the plague."

"If you put it this way, as long as you find this village, you will have found the source?" Yan Rou said happily.

"It would be great if it's a village, but what if it's a hidden house?" Ma Qiang glanced at Yan Rou and said, "Besides, the clothes may not be her own. What if she is actually from Wuhuan or Xianbei?"

Yan Rou squatted down after hearing the words, not caring about the smell of the corpse, and started to inspect it.

"She's not a herdsman. Both herdsmen and women are good at riding horses. There must be traces of friction from long-term riding on her inner thighs. She should be a farmer."

Saying that, Yan Rou pointed to the feet of the corpse and said with a smile, "Sir, look, these feet still have traces of wearing straw sandals... Sir?"

"vomit!!!"
Chapter completed!