After hearing the old Taoist's words, the three old Sunset Hong looked at the pill and shook their heads with a dull look.

If only one is there, how can it be used to treat so many people?

Mr. Long's eyes darkened. He wanted to ask Cheng Fan for a pill for his grandson Long Qie.

But he flew all the way and passed a welfare home.

I saw countless children on the ground twitching due to pain, with pale faces and purple lips.

Mr. Long, who has always loved the little baby the most, felt heartbroken when he saw those tragic situations, and his heart couldn't help but thrust.

Thinking that there are countless children in the world who are tortured by illness, how can he have the courage to ask Cheng Fan for elixirs?

Just when the four of them looked dim and their hearts were in a state of pain.

A voice with doubt suddenly came from beside him.

"Who told you that there is only one?"

"ah?"

The four of them looked at Cheng Fan in unison.

The old Taoist shook his head bitterly, "It's not enough to have only a few..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Fan stuffed the bulging bag into the old Taoist's arms.

"I just refined a furnace, and there are 119 Qingwen Pills in it. Use it first, but I will refine it if it is not enough."

Hearing this, the old Taoist was stunned and his head was buzzing.

“More, how much?”

"More than one hundred pieces per furnace?"

He quickly opened the bag with his hands trembling, his eyes almost glaring out!

The three old men of Sunset were also dumbfounded and looked at Cheng Fan with a confused look on their faces.

Nianxu and the Kung Fu Prince's eyes lit up, and they knew that Cheng Fan never spoke loudly.

The old dragon widened his longan eyes in shock, and his yellow vertical pupils looked straight at Cheng Fan.

"Boy Cheng, you're not kidding, right? This is a joke!"

Cheng Fan's expression was calm, he waved his hands repeatedly, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior Long, how can I have the kung fu skills?"

"Everyone! There are 2,844 county-level administrative regions in China. One pill can cover a county, so we don't have much time left!"

"I immediately started to refine Qingwen Pill!"

"Several seniors... Huaxia, please!"

Cheng Fan's face was solemn, he bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The three elders looked upright and nodded immediately.

Turning the elixir into rain and fog is not a difficult task for everyone, and it is Lao Long's specialty.

The old Taoist also smiled bitterly and nodded. This was the evil result he had caused, so he should come forward to solve it.

The four of them immediately took a part of the pill and turned into four streams of light and entered the sky.

Cheng Fan glanced at the four streams of light and nodded secretly.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, so he quickly took out several messaging talismans, recorded the pill recipe on it, took out several spirit stones, and pinched the magic tricks with his hands.

Hengcheng City God, go!

Laoshan Zixu, go!

Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion, go!

Laojun Mountain, Taiqing Temple, go!

Several messaging talismans lit up a dazzling golden light, vibrated slightly, and broke through the sky and flew towards the famous Taoist palaces in China.

After producing the pill recipe, Cheng Fan's body moved slightly, and he moved into the pill room in an instant, and began to refine the pill in peace.

...

Thousands of miles away.

In a dilapidated Taoist temple, the sloppy old Taoist priest is telling a story to a little girl with a pink and jade carving:

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, there was an old Taoist priest, and a little Taoist boy as big as you. The old Taoist priest was telling stories to the little Taoist boy, and the story was like this: in the past..."

The story of the infinite nesting dolls sounds boring to ordinary people.

But the little girl in front of me seemed to listen with relish.

Climbing on the thick cotton wool, a pair of delicate and cute little feet shaking, looking at the old Taoist priest curiously, as if looking forward to a subsequent reversal.

The old Taoist priest was not breathing. He took a doll seven or eight times in one breath, and his face was always filled with a faint sad look. Obviously, he had been absent-minded, so he told stories so mechanically.

Suddenly, his storytelling voice gradually weakened, his tone also changed, and he finally stopped.

The little girl stretched out her cute little hand with dissatisfaction, pulled the old Taoist priest in front of her, and said angrily:

"Master, why did you stop?"

The old Taoist priest did not reply and looked at the sky in a daze.

A fine rain and mist fell from the sky, like spring breeze and rain. The fine and dense cow hair needles fell lightly, bringing waves of fresh breath.

The sad face on the old Taoist priest's face gradually dissipated, and his expression also changed slightly.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and a strong look of joy appeared on his face.

"Very good!"

The old Taoist priest suddenly picked up the little girl and kissed her hard on the little girl's fleshy face.

"Pok~!"

"Oh, bad master, I'm so slutty!"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "Nizi, good things, great things!"

"Master, why are you so happy?"

"It's OK, everything is OK!"

...

Somewhere in the countryside.

Two monks, one old and one young, took off their long robe and cassocks they usually wear, and coarse cloth clothes with short blouses, and are busy in a small village.

The sanitary conditions in this village are very poor, almost all of them are very ancient utensils, and the only sanitation center in the village is already filled with people.

Most of the people in the village are already ill. The master and apprentice were originally coming to recite scriptures for the deceased.

But they did not expect that there were too many people who fell ill and the villagers could not take care of them. How could they still have the intention to recite scriptures and save the dead souls?

The old monk immediately made a decision to save those who still have hope first.

So two monks, one old and one young, stayed to work hard for the old and young people in the village.

"Thank you, little master..."

The sick old lady said very weakly.

The little monk shook his head slightly and chuckled, "Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The donor will have a good rest. The Buddha will bless you."

The old lady nodded slowly and forced a smile, but before she could hold on for long, she immediately started coughing again.

A trace of worry flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he noticed that the vitality of the old lady was weakening.

"Namo Amitabha..."

The little monk murmured, and suddenly felt a little cool on his smooth head, with a fresh breath.

The fine rain and fog fell from the sky, and the plague spread throughout the village quickly subsided, and the old lady's anger suddenly rose a lot.

Not only that, the diseases of many patients around me have been alleviated to a certain extent.

The little monk's face suddenly lit up and he shouted anxiously: "Master! Master! This rain can save lives!"

"Everyone is saved! I'm saved!"

The old monk inside the house was stunned when he heard this, and then he looked out the house. The rain was filled with a strong clear spirit, and the plague and diseases faded.

An excited look appeared on the old monk's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!