Listening to Palace Master Yunmeng's words, Su Xun nodded.

The two turned into two monks and headed to the Plague Mountains.

The Plague God Mountain Range is where the five plague gods first ascended.

Although the Plague Gods obtained the Dao, due to the special nature of their Dao, a large number of diseases were left in the Plague God Mountains, causing all the monsters and humans here to be infected with the diseases. The monsters here are called plague beasts, which are very terrifying.

species.

At the foot of the God of Plague Mountains, Su Xun looked towards the mountains from a distance. This was where he and the Blood Old Demon once escaped.

In the mountains, there are many dense trees with fat green branches and leaves extending in all directions.

The place at the foot of the mountain where the God of Plague Mountains is located is the town closest to the God of Plague Mountains.

Xuncheng!

As the closest town to the Plague God Mountain Range, Xuncheng has been plagued by plague for many years.

The plague has caused disasters to this town year after year, and the people are in dire straits.

The young and strong young people moved out of Xuncheng early, leaving only the old, weak, women and children.

Some of them have weak legs and feet, and some of them know that Xun City is a plague-ridden place, but they are unwilling to leave here.

After all, this is their former home, and the thoughts of the older generation make them reluctant to leave this town.

At this time, in front of the city gate of Xuancheng, the city walls were in ruins, and some walls had even collapsed.

There were no soldiers standing guard above the city gate. The soldiers seemed to have abandoned the town long ago.

The old monk and the young monk walked leisurely. When they came to this vast land, they couldn't help but be shocked.

There are no clear rivers here. The water in the rivers is all black water, and miscellaneous things are thrown into the rivers. These things drift with the current, making the rivers smelly.

There were no blue skies and white clouds here. Above their heads, there was a gloomy sky that was shaky and depressing.

There is no fertile land here, and the black soil has disappeared, replaced by a red soil.

There was a pungent smell and thick dust in the air, which was unbearable.

The old monk held a Zen staff and said to the young monk: "This is the place where people suffer the most. Buddha is bright, but there are places that Buddha cannot see, so ordinary people can't even see it."

The young monk seemed to have some understanding and nodded. So is our trip here to save lives and heal the wounded? He couldn't help but ask.

The old monk nodded. In addition to rescuing the dying, we also need to experience the various conditions of the human world. Human birth, old age, illness and death, and human joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will all be presented here.

Ahem... A rickety old man poked his head out from the city gate and glanced at the two of them nervously.

The old monk and the young monk looked at the rickety old man in unison, but they saw that the old man's face was full of wrinkles, his skin was yellow and bloodless, and his body was thin and haggard.

He has a pair of sunken eyes, sunken deep into the eye sockets, and he has gray-white hair.

Vicissitudes of life, this is the first word that comes to the mind of the young monk. Vicissitudes of life is the most appropriate word to describe the old man in front of him.

Amitabha, the old monk and the young monk all saluted.

When the rickety old man heard that he was a Buddhist, his nervousness suddenly subsided a bit. He coughed violently again and said, "It turns out he is the master."

He stooped and limped in front of the two of them. Two masters, please be polite!

Why did the master come here?

I was passing by your place and came here to ask for some vegetarian food.

When the rickety old man heard this, he was extremely embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. Since the two masters wanted to make some vegetarian food, just follow me to the house!

Thanks to the donor, the old monk and the young monk saluted one after another.

Three figures met the afterglow of the setting sun and walked slowly towards the town.

Entering the town, it is even more dilapidated and has no prosperity that a town should have. It is like a dead city with no life.

There is a restless atmosphere in the air, and the dilapidation of the town adds a sense of desolation to the city.

Soon, the two people, led by the old man, came to a dilapidated house.

The house in front of you is made of mud. No one has repaired it in time for many years, making the house look dilapidated.

Masters, please sit in the back room for a while, and I will prepare a meal for you.

The old man said hello and walked towards the back room.

The old monk and the young monk were also sitting in the back room.

The little monk gently stroked the table and chairs, but found that his hands were stained with a lot of dust. It was obvious that no one had cleaned the place for a long time.

His brows couldn't help but frown, but he didn't say anything.

Soon, the food was served, and the old man enthusiastically picked up a few sesame seed cakes and brought them to the master and apprentice.

Two masters, please have a meal!

The two glanced at the sesame cakes, and the old monk took them one by one and said, "Donor, don't you have rice?"

The old monk sighed dejectedly and said sadly: "Master, I don't know something. This place is too barren and the crops are useless. Where can the rice come from?"

The two nodded, and the old monk asked: "Donor, why is this place so barren?"

What the master doesn’t know is that because this place is close to the Plague Mountains, the epidemic is prevalent. This is also the reason why the population of Xuncheng has been greatly reduced. The young people who have the strength have gone to other places to make a living, and the rest are old, weak, women and children like us.

And with successive years of disasters, the land has become barren. How can it not be barren?

He sighed leisurely, handed the two sesame seed cakes to the young monk and the old monk, and said: "Master, after eating, you should leave here early! If you stay here for a long time, you will be infected by the disease."

Amitabha, very good! The old monk took the sesame cake and ate it immediately.

The young monk also took the sesame seed cake from the old man's hand with both hands and thanked the donor.

At this moment, a woman and child rushed over hurriedly, Village Chief, she is dying...

When the rickety old man heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he lost his voice and said, "Is there no other way?"

The doctor said that he has tried his best...

When the rickety old man heard this, he quickly said to the two of them: "Two masters, please have your meal here!"

After saying this, he limped along with the woman and child and hurriedly walked somewhere in the town.

What are they doing? The young monk is holding sesame seed cakes in his hands and looking at the old monk with some confusion.

I'm afraid something is wrong. Bring the medicine box and we'll go over and take a look.

The young monk put the sesame cakes in his arms, picked up the medicine box, and followed the old monk.

Soon, they came to a corner of the town. In this corner, a group of people surrounded them. The old monk and the young monk didn't know what was going on in this corner, so they immediately got together.

Doctor, is it really hopeless? The old man asked solemnly, holding on to his last glimmer of hope.

The middle-aged doctor sighed, stroked his beard, and said: "My medical skills are shallow and I can't save her. You should prepare for the funeral! Let her go happily." The young monk and the old monk looked at each other at the same time.

He looked towards the people in the corner and saw a middle-aged woman with a pale complexion and already weak breath.

Alas, the old man let out a long sigh and couldn't bear to say: "Get ready for the funeral!"

A string of tears fell on his face, helpless.

Just when a few people were about to lift the woman up, they heard a voice behind them, "Wait a minute, let the old monk try!"

Only then did everyone notice that an old monk and a young monk carrying a medicine box had appeared beside them.

Master, the old man looked at the old monk and the young monk in a daze.

The old monk nodded and immediately came to the dying woman to check her pulse.

His face sometimes changed color, sometimes became serious, sometimes showed expression, and everyone was puzzled by his meaning.

Master, is there still hope? The old man asked tentatively.

There was a trace of sadness on the old monk's face. If it had been delayed for another half hour, I'm afraid there would be no way to save him.

So saying that it was saved, some people were relieved and a little excited.

The old monk shook his head. He could only expel the water plague from her body. She was probably infected by the water plague because she drank the black water in the river by mistake.

It still couldn't be saved, and everyone was a little disappointed.

It was impossible to save her, but even if she was saved, if she was not completely resuscitated, she would still be a living dead. After all, the water plague had invaded her body.

Even the living dead is better than death.

Master, please help my wife. A middle-aged man immediately prostrated on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk.

Donor, please hurry up and ask me to help you. I'm trying my best to defeat you.

Thank you, master.

The old monk glanced at the young monk, who immediately took out the silver needle from the medicine box.

The old monk took the silver needle and inserted a few needles into the acupuncture points on the woman's head.

He took out several more silver needles and pierced them in various places on the woman's body.

These silver needles have the effect of blocking blood vessels, which is also to slow down the disease in this woman's body.
To be continued...