In front of the Buddhist temple in the east of Luze Garden, seven Han family nursing homes were spread out in a row. They were lying on the cold floor, gasping for breath, and began to exhale as the medicinal soup poured into their stomachs.

The power actually kills the plague in the body.

Furthermore, the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Buddhist temple, after being consecrated by the monk who broke the precepts, has a faint aura of Buddha's shadow, which can slightly suppress the plague demon in everyone's body. With the combination of the two, the conditions of the Han family's nursing homes are greatly improved.

Get better.

However, these people are all good at practicing martial arts and strengthening their bodies. They have been strong men who have not been sick for many years. Once they fall down due to illness, it will not be so easy to recover and they will have to suffer a lot.

As the saying goes, being strong will lead to sudden death, but long-term illness will prolong life. The physique of the Han Family Nursing Home has been tempered like steel. Once it is damaged and cracked, it will take a lot of effort to restore it to the original state.

As for the ordinary people in the market, their bodies are still made of flesh and blood, just like clay pots. If there are any leaks, just apply a little mud on them, let them dry in the sun and cool down, and they will be restored as new.

Because of this, Monk Cizhou said, "It depends on your luck!" The basic meaning is that whether the Han Family Nursing Home can recover depends on their physical condition. The lower the martial arts cultivation level, the better.

On the contrary, the body will move faster. If the body's physique is ten times or a hundred times that of ordinary people, it will take a long time to recuperate, and there is no hope for a moment.

At the same time, people were dying suddenly inside and outside Jincheng. If the corpses were not disposed of in time, they would soon turn into seedbeds for the plague to breed. In today's humid and hot season, more people would be infected with the disease.

Boil!

Some people have eaten raw water and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. The jaundice spurts out from the vomiting, and the body is dehydrated and out of shape. Some people have come into contact with the corpse of the deceased. After a while, the plague enters the body, and red and swollen patches appear on the hands and feet.

, dizziness, fainting, and looking at death.

Some people had a high fever, some were vomiting blood at the mouth, some were covered in rashes, some had black skin, and the list was endless. Everyone in the city, rich or poor, noble or low, was infected with the plague without exception.

Every moment, someone is passing away quietly, lying dead in the streets and alleys. Everyone cannot escape and close their doors one after another in an attempt to block this unnecessary disaster. Due to the collapse of the government, no one comes to clean up the situation, and the corpses are thrown away at most.

After leaving the city, corpses were found on the main street.

Even the city's foxes, rats, wild dogs and wild cats dare not pay attention to these corpses containing plague. The carrion crows and eagles that can be seen everywhere are now missing.

Every city in the city has closed its doors as if facing a formidable enemy, and the residents in the city have turned against their neighbors and been trapped in their homes, suffering physical and mental torture while waiting for death for a long time.

If the Jincheng Yamen still had officers and soldiers, it might take action desperately to fight the plague and treat patients. However, the military and political system had long ago collapsed, and the power vacuum created was divided up by local aristocratic families and Jianghu gangs.

They enjoyed power and earned illegal tax collection rights, but when the plague came, they did not show any responsibility as rulers. They also closed the door and suffered in the miserable wind and rain.

The only person who dared to go out and walk around was the courageous monk. Even he could not have expected that once the plague broke out, the situation would take a turn for the worse. A huge frontier town and a city with a population of 100,000 people would, in the blink of an eye, be reduced to

The fate of the dead city.

Monk Cizhou covered his mouth and nose with a towel soaked in medicinal soup, pushed a two-wheeled flatbed truck along the streets and passed through various markets, picked up the corpses thrown by the residents, loaded them on the truck, and collected twenty or thirty dollars.

The tools were dragged back to Luze Garden for burial.

The huge Jincheng was completely silent, with only the shimmering sound of the wheels of the truck being dragged by the broken monk, bringing a little bit of hope to the suffering people in the city who did not want to give up.

However, the plague broke out too quickly, and too many people died on the spot. Monk Cizhou's compassion could not keep up. He could only find wood nearby, light a fire, and burn all the corpses containing the plague.

After burning, the ashes were collected and buried in the public cemetery of Le Zeyuan.

For a time, blazing fires were ignited everywhere inside and outside Jincheng, and black smoke rose into the sky, filled with a disgusting burning smell. However, this move attracted many people to imitate it, especially the ruthless Jianghu who relied on fighting to get ahead.

Gang.

In fact, at the critical moment of life and death, the loyalty of gangs and lakes is not reliable at all. Even the leader of a gang will be expelled by the gang members once he is infected with the plague, and will eventually die on the street, ending his life in a miserable way.

Faced with the options of dying from the epidemic or being killed, many bloodthirsty and aggressive people in the world will be driven crazy by reality. With sharp blades in hand, they can't help but attack the people around them, even sworn brothers.

A good friend who has known me for many years wields a knife.

Normally, these people would succeed and make a killing, but soon they would be subdued by their tense-looking partners, or even killed on the spot.

The monk who broke the precepts carried the corpse in a trailer and buried it in the Luze Garden. Many people with good hearing and vision knew a thing or two about it. However, even this eminent monk who faced life and death with a fearless spirit chose to burn the corpse nearby. Naturally,

It aroused the imitation of many people in the world.

I don’t know how long it took, but Monk Cizhou finally saw someone opening the door and coming out to help. He told everyone the methods to fight the epidemic without hesitation. The face covering soaked in medicinal soup suddenly became the most in-demand treasure nowadays.

There are even many smart people who cut the anti-epidemic face mask into a dozen pieces, which are only about the size of a thumb and can cover their noses, and then they go about their business with confidence.

So, for three consecutive days, no fewer than ten thousand corpses inside and outside Jincheng were burned to ashes by bonfires lit everywhere. The high temperature and heat killed the plague on the spot and turned the corpses containing the plague into harmless piles.

of ashes.

The broken monk looked at this scene and suddenly realized that his own power is really limited. Only by motivating more people to take action can the scourge of this epidemic be suppressed to a minimum.

"The great epidemic in the northern part of the Great Wall can be eliminated. It all depends on the concerted efforts of everyone. It is the way of kingship to just gather people to form a system. The entanglement of cause and effect here is too deep. I cannot get involved, otherwise it will be difficult to escape in the future. I have to

Finding a candidate is the way out."

It's a pity that no one in the Jincheng family is reliable. Even the famous Han family is a turtle with no sense of responsibility. In terms of bloodiness and decision-making, he must be a man in the world who has been forced to a dead end. A little bit

Watch.

At that moment, Monk Cizhou had mastered the inner qi, was extremely powerful in martial arts, and had mastered the formula to ward off epidemics. He took the lead in disposing of the corpses, and was well respected by everyone. With a casual greeting, there were dozens and hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes nearby.

Come closer and gather together.

The monk who broke the precepts opened his eyes and found that the energy, blood and aura of everyone present were sluggish, but most of them were still of normal color. Only one person had a strange aura.

"The aura of kingship before the collapse of the military system is gray and white. It is quite similar to Li Huan, a bloody knife who hunted criminals. Could it be that this person was formerly a thief in Jincheng?"

Monk Cizhou stretched out his hand to call this person over: "The donor looks good, can you become an anonymous lay disciple with the poor monk?"

Everyone knew that the monk in gray clothes was a rare eminent monk with great virtues, so his move must have deep meaning, so they remained silent and did not dare to express their opinions. Instead, friends who were familiar with this man encouraged him to come forward and accept the kindness of the monk who broke the precepts.
Chapter completed!