The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 138 The Plague Strikes
"It's not good! It's not good!"

Zhu San yelled all the way and rushed into the Wulong Temple. The monks stopped him immediately when they saw Zhu San's frightened expression.

"Boss Zhu, what happened?"

Lin Pingzhi looked puzzled, and asked Zhu San to ask.

Panting heavily, Zhu San paused for a long time before saying, "The government sent people to communicate that a large-scale plague broke out in the neighboring village, and many people died!"

"What, the plague?"

The monks guarding the gate around were nothing but lay disciples, all of whom were selected villagers after the amalgamation of Fengxi Village. When they heard the plague was coming, they all looked at each other with terrified eyes.

"Don't make noise, come with me first, let's find Master Huixin!"

Lin Pingzhi waved his hands, stopped the noise around him, and pulled Zhu San to the Zen room where Huixin was.

"plague?"

Huixin frowned after listening to what the two said.

"Yes, Master Huixin, you should think of a way, the city of Sichuan may be in chaos now, and there are people fleeing everywhere."

It was very difficult for Zhu San to explain what happened.

Huixin squinted her eyes and murmured, "Well, the poor monk already knows, Zhu San, you tell me to go down, Fengxi Village doesn't accept foreigners recently, everyone should be prepared for anti-virus, you wait for me to come down!"

After finishing speaking, Huixin found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, waved her hand, and wrote down some simple methods to prevent the plague. There was a small-scale outbreak of plague in the Luding World back then, but this time the plague came by a coincidence Yes, it gave Huixin a very bad premonition.

Lin Pingzhi asked hesitantly, "Master Huixin, what should we do?"

Hui didn't raise his head, and said, "According to what the poor monk wrote, it's just to deal with the bad habits of some villagers. Wait for the poor monk to go down the mountain and go to Sichuan City to have a look!"

"The disciple will go with you!"

"No, you stay in Fengxi Village. You are still needed here. Call some people who know how to identify medicinal herbs. Maybe it will come in handy at that time."

Lin Pingzhi just wanted to say something, but when he looked up, his wisdom was gone, and there was only a copybook left, the ink on it was not dry yet.

"Third Uncle Zhu, let's do what the master said first, everything depends on God's will!"

"Hey, there has been no plague in Sichuan City for many years, and there was a severe drought a while ago, doesn't God plan to let us live a good life!"

The appearance of the plague was something that Huixin had never expected. If it was just like this, Huixin would not feel that there was anything wrong, but it was really a coincidence.

"Who is it? This is an important place in the Yamen, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

In the government office of Chuancheng, the servants block Huixin's way.

"Amitabha, Master of the Poor Monk Wulong Temple, tell your superiors that the Poor Monk is here to visit!"

"You are a divine monk, you should be damned, you have eyes but no eyes, please come in!"

When the two heard this, they were dumbfounded. The name of Huixin had already spread throughout the entire Sichuan city. At the beginning, no one knew the prestige of the Qingcheng faction, but when Huixin came, he single-handedly wiped out the Qingcheng faction, and built a school on Qingcheng Mountain. Most of the world came to celebrate the famous Buddhist monastery, and this matter has long been spread.

Except for the people from the government who went to visit at the beginning, the rest had no chance to see Huixin at all.

"The situation is critical, lead the way ahead!"

After entering Sichuan City, every time I saw it, there was a moan scattered, and dark clouds seemed to cover the entire Sichuan City.

"My lord, the Master Huixin of Wulong Temple is visiting!"

The yamen servant didn't dare to be negligent, so he just asked Huixin to be in the government yamen later, and the teacher was busy to report back.

Hearing Huixin's arrival, the prefect of Chuancheng was a little startled, put on his official uniform, and walked out of the back house.

"Rare visitors, rare visitors, I don't know the arrival of the divine monk, so I will welcome you far away!"

Taking a look at the magistrate, Huixin was a little surprised. Judging from his strength, he was at least at the second-rate level, but he didn't know what it was. He was only about forty years old, but he was very energetic.

Huixin waved her hand and said, "The poor monk came here this time and heard that there is a plague in Sichuan, so he came to see if there is anything wrong. The poor monk can help, don't blame the magistrate!"

The master standing next to the magistrate said, "Forgive me, this is the magistrate of our Sichuan city, Mr. Niu Fenniu. Now the whole Sichuan city is in chaos. First, the plague appeared from Qiyun village. There were more than 300 households in the whole village. I don’t know why, more than half of them were killed or injured, and they have been temporarily quarantined by the government, but unfortunately they still haven’t been stopped, and they have begun to spread outward.”

"That's right. Except for Fengxi Village and the three surrounding towns in Sichuan City, the plague has not yet been encountered. The other villages have been swept away by the plague. Now I don't know what to do!"

Niu Fen's face was full of sorrow, his whole face was a little distorted, and he kept sighing.

Hui Xin pondered, "Has there ever been a plague event in the past?"

"No, at least the previous prefect didn't leave any useful information. I asked some doctors. There hasn't been such a large-scale plague in Sichuan City for nearly 20 years! I don't know if these innocent people can survive. Please, ask the monks to show mercy and save them!"

Guan Niu Fen, the magistrate, can tell that he is indeed a good official, his eyes are clear and there is no greed, only that kind of compassion.

"Where is Qiyun Village? If you want to find two guides for the poor monk, you must first find out the source and find out the cause of the disease before you can prescribe the right medicine! The poor monk has a prevention manual here. Master Niu, you can try it in Sichuan City. At the very least, you must block it. The plague is spreading."

Niu Fen, as if he had found a treasure, hurriedly asked the master to follow Huixin's method, go down first and explain, after thinking about it, he said, "I am directly responsible for such a thing, and I will accompany the monk to this place." Let me tell you the truth, I am half of Qiyun Village, my mother lived in Qiyun Village before she got married, and now she is."

"My lord, you can't go, the government still needs you to sit in town!"

"That's right, I'll take a trip with the monk, I'm very familiar with Qiyun Village!"

The servants around him hurriedly tried to dissuade them. Hui Xin had been an emperor, and she was very accurate in seeing people. She nodded and said, "It's better to let others go through this with the poor monk. After all, Sichuan City still needs you to sit in town. It's best to report this matter to the capital, please." It’s better to come to some doctors to come and treat him!”

Niu Fen thought for a while, and had no choice but to give up, and said, "Then please take more care of the divine monk, Li Butou, you can go this trip with the divine monk!"

"Yes, the humble post takes orders!"

Among the yamen servants, a middle-aged head catcher who looked about forty years old walked out separately. He looked very shrewd and capable, and his skills were not bad, at least second-rate.

Hui Xin nodded and said, "Temporarily close the city gates, allowing entry and no exit. If you encounter disaster victims, let them go to Fengxi Village as much as possible to occupy them. The poor monk has already told Zhu San, the head of Fengxi Village, to take care of everything!"

"Thank you, divine monk. If you can prevent this disaster, I will definitely report it to the imperial court and seal the Oolong Temple!"

"That's not necessary. I'm afraid this plague is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. I hope it's not what the poor monk thought."

Hui Xin shook her head, the bad premonition in her heart became more and more dignified.

(End of this chapter)