One day passes quickly~

At night, the old monk and the young monk sat on the floor.

The little monk was already out of breath and looked tired. He spent the whole day doing nothing but taking medicine.

These drugs are very similar, and he needs to remember the ingredients of each drug, and even the appropriate dosage. Once the dosage of the drug is insufficient and the patient takes it, not only will it not cure them, it may even aggravate their condition.

There is no room for sloppiness on this point, so the young monk memorized everything very carefully.

However, no matter how hard he tried to remember, the ingredients of each medicine the old monk told him were different.

This made him even busier, even using his hands and feet to cook medicine while reading books.

At this time, the old monk's eyes fell on the young monk. How did he feel? Is it more tiring to be an ordinary person than to be the Emperor Zhongtian?

The little monk rolled his eyes and nodded. Not only was he tired, but he also had a lot to worry about.

That's right, this is where mortals are both distressed and happy.

What should I say? The young monk frowned and looked at the old monk.

Joy is the mental pleasure that most people get after solving their worries. When problems are solved, worries increase, but when problems are solved, joy increases.

The little monk fell into thinking.

The old monk chuckled and surprisingly did not disturb him.

The next morning, the young monk finished washing and stretched his muscles.

The old monk walked out of the house calmly, "Let's go, carry the medicine box on your back, and let's continue to save people."

The young monk smiled brightly and immediately followed the old monk with the medicine box on his back.

They saved patients one after another in the town. Of course, some people could be saved, but some were already seriously ill. Even with their medical skills, they could not save their lives.

As time went by, the town gradually began to call the two monks the old miracle doctor and the little miracle doctor.

In his spare time, the old miracle doctor would popularize medical skills and teach them how to treat diseases, while the young miracle doctor would hold a book, a serious medical treatment book. Occasionally, he would help people in the town reclaim land and plant crops when he had time.

Half a year later, the town has lost a trace of deathly silence and gradually regained some vitality. Originally, the deserted roads in the town had few people walking around even during the day, but now there are also people coming and going.

The town seems to have come alive again in the past six months.

During these six months, the young monk seemed to have forgotten everything and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. He seemed to be an ordinary mortal, worrying about how to cure the patients and prepare some food every day.

More than half a year has passed, and now the young monk can even distinguish between many kinds of medicines, which ones are poisonous and which ones are beneficial to the body...

The delicious food he cooks was originally cooked by the village chief and served for two people, but gradually it was replaced by the young monk.

The more harmonious he got along with the people in the town, the more the young monk's impetuous heart calmed down.

He often thought about how great it would be if this kind of life continued.

Now he is able to make house calls and treat patients alone. Although his medical skills are not as superb as the old monk's, he has been following the old monk for a long time and has learned to take people's pulses and see the doctor.

As time went by, word gradually spread from nearby towns that there were two miracle doctors, and people came in an endless stream to see them. It seemed that Xuncheng was no longer the home of the plague.

Everyone came, some to see a doctor, and some to see the dignity of the old miracle doctor and the young miracle doctor, to see what they looked like, whether they had three heads and six arms, and why they could cure diseases and save people.

However, people who came to see the two miraculous doctors couldn't help but be a little disappointed, because what they saw were two monks, and they were not as beautiful as they imagined, with three heads and six arms.

Like ordinary people, they can laugh, cough, and chat about family affairs other than medical skills.

As time went by, everyone gradually came to understand the temperament of the two miracle doctors. When they visited the clinic, they had to prepare some fasting meals. They did not charge a penny for visiting the clinic, but they must have enough fasting meals. This is also the rule of their medical practice.

There are rules in the industry, and these rules are not too excessive. People who treat patients are happy and relaxed.

The fasting meal is prepared in advance and served to the two monks. After eating the fasting meal, the two monks will practice medicine to save people.

Every time a person was saved, the two miracle doctors felt very pleased by the joyful mood of the family members.

As time went by, everyone gradually began to trust the two of them.

While walking on the street, someone came up to say hello, to which the two responded calmly and smiled.

Another year has passed by in a hurry.

During this year, the plague swept across the country, which really made the two of them very busy, but their situation was much better now than when they first arrived.

The old monk often taught medical skills, which enabled many people to diagnose some diseases.

Those who can diagnose the disease also come to visit the doctor one after another.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the disease was quickly driven away.

The town has once again regained its long-lost vitality.

In the past two years or so, the most direct change in Xuncheng has been the river.

The original Black River is now crystal clear. With the efforts of the people in the town to maintain it, the river is showing its vitality.

Near the town, there are more crops and green leaves and green seedlings, and the sky seems to have changed. It is no longer dark, but sunny, with blue sky and white clouds floating in the sky.

The lives of people in Xuncheng have also changed. People in the town have planted highland barley, broad beans, mustard, corn...

This is the first abundant food they have grown after overcoming the epidemic.

Some people plant fruit trees and plant fruits in places where the sun shines.

Of course, when these fruits and grains are ripe, someone will always give some to the two miracle doctors to try.

At the beginning, both of them refused to accept them, but in the end they could not withstand the enthusiasm of the crowd, so they both picked a few items and accepted some symbolically.

The mental outlook of the people in Xuncheng has undergone great changes in the past two years. The city seems to be still the same dilapidated city, but people's hearts are no longer filled with deathly silence as before, but have come to life.

When people's hearts are alive, they will have more energy to do anything.

On this day, the sky was filled with darkness, as if the entire sky was about to collapse.

In days like this, everyone is in constant panic. This feeling is like the sky is falling and the earth is falling, making people fall into a sense of crisis.

The little monk looked up into the void, his eyes fell on the void, his eyes were full of shock, and he said: "What is supposed to come will always come."

The old monk staggered in. He frowned and asked, "How are you prepared?"

The young monk sighed with emotion, life, old age, illness and death, sometimes, you want to catch it, but you can't catch it at all.

Just like a plague that is rampant, it sweeps in like a storm and cannot be stopped by human power.

In the past few years, too many people have died. There was a trace of sadness in the little monk's eyes. He tried to hide this sadness in his heart. He took a deep breath and barely let a trace of sadness appear on his face.

Complexion.

Every time someone dies, there will always be inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Maybe, these people have been with him for a long time, and they gradually developed emotional sustenance. Maybe it came from some sympathy deep in their hearts. Maybe in his heart, he didn't understand why he had such emotions.

The sky was about to collapse and more people would die. The old monk came to the young monk and patted his shoulder gently.

The little monk's face was filled with endless pain. He recalled those who died and their state before death. Some died peacefully, and some were unwilling...

All kinds of thoughts kept pouring into his mind, and he even swallowed: "Every time someone dies, it will make the living people suffer even more."

I feel your self-blame, the old monk asked gently.

The little monk nodded solemnly.

The old monk chuckled and said, "But you have fulfilled your responsibility, haven't you? You are also trying to save their lives, and you are doing your best."

The little monk's eyes were moist, with tears welling up in them. He reluctantly maintained his emotions, trying to prevent others from seeing that he wanted to cry. He patted his face, forcing himself to cry more ugly than to smile.

It seems that after two years of immersion, you have found your true heart.

Listening to the old monk's words, at this moment, the young monk's body stiffened.

Then he burst into tears, and the tears flooded the corners of his eyes. His crying gradually became louder, like a baby crying.

You are such an old man, why are you still crying? You know, a man should not shed tears easily.

Suddenly, inside the house, the village chief limped in and comforted the young monk.

The little monk remained unmoved and continued to cry. He cried for a long time before he managed to regain his composure.

At this time, many people came to the little monk and comforted him: "Isn't it just that it's getting darker? Isn't it that some natural disasters will happen? No matter how big the disaster is, as long as we unite, we will always be able to overcome it."

past."

Everyone gently patted the little monk's body and kept comforting him.

The old monk sighed. Only he understood that the young monk had regarded this place as his home and the people of Xuncheng as his relatives.

His heart aches every time he loses a life. In the two years he has been here, he has witnessed many people die. Even if his medical skills continue to improve, he cannot save those who are dying.

His heart was filled with self-blame, and he blamed himself for his own incompetence.

Therefore, he read medical books day and night, hoping to learn more knowledge from medical books and save more people.

Today, there was continuous heavy rain and strange phenomena coming from the sky, which made him think of the future and how more people would die in the future. For a moment, it was difficult to control his emotions, so he vented them out.

In the past, he would not have thought so much, but now, he is more aware of the various situations in life and the impermanence of the world.

In the past, his Taoist heart didn't seem to be fragile, and everything was strong. But now, his Taoist heart seems to be full of loopholes, with flaws everywhere.

He found his true heart, but his true heart was not as strong as he imagined.

He is just a mortal, and when mortals are unable to do what they want, he is just an ordinary person, and the hearts of ordinary people are also full of emotions.

Heaven is ruthless, but this man is affectionate.

There are disasters in heaven and earth, but disasters cannot be avoided and can only be dealt with through unity.
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