Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 96
county office,

Master Huang Daren was looking at the main room anxiously. The door was closed tightly, and from time to time, painful moans came from the room.

"Ouch, Master's belly."

"Bang!"

"It hurts me to death."

With the wailing coming from the house, Huang Daren became more and more anxious and uneasy, what should he do?

"My lord, my lord, it's not good."

At this moment, Guo Yi's urgent voice also came from the outer mansion.

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise."

"Captain Guo, is there something wrong?"

Huang Daren wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked.

Guo Yi said anxiously: "Master, where is your lord? I'm afraid something is going to happen in Qingling County."

"Whatever happens is not as important as adults, just wait."

As he spoke, he looked at the closed door worriedly. What kind of evil was going on? It was really weird.

Listening to the wailing sound coming from the house, Guo Yi's expression changed slightly, and the adults were also tricked.

"Master, when did your abdominal pain begin?"

"I felt something strange when I woke up early this morning. I thought it was just a chance of wind chill, but I didn't expect that I now have abdominal pain again."

This morning, the time was right, and I was indeed infected with the plague.

"We have sent people to look for the doctor. If anything happens to Mr. Guo, please wait."

Seek medical attention?

Now the entire Qingling County was filled with wailing. Where could the doctor find the time? He couldn't help but sigh to himself. It's true that misfortunes never come singly.

Then he told the master the situation in front of him.

The master's face suddenly turned pale, plague?

Why does this kind of thing happen in his Qingling County?
The two of them looked at each other, a hint of helplessness flashed in their eyes, and then they seemed to have lost their backbone.

"The young monk may have a solution for this matter."

A flat voice made several people turn their heads.

Is that the monk?

Guo Yi frowned and scolded: "Why did you bring this monk here again?"

The policeman on the side said aggrievedly: "Boss, didn't you say you wanted to make this monk suffer?"

"What time is it now, who cares about him, let him go." Guo Yi said helplessly.

"Wait a minute."

All the detectives looked at the master in confusion.

"Little master, you just said there is a way. I don't know what you meant?"

"Of course it's life-saving."

Huang Daren's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"A young monk never lies."

Hearing these words, Guo Yi and others couldn't help but darken their faces, but they suppressed it. Now is not the time to settle accounts.

"Okay, if the little master can cure the disease, I will definitely get a generous reward." He said and opened the door: "Little master, please!"

Xu Zisu nodded and walked in. The room was also filled with a very pungent smell. Fortunately, as a monk, he could still rest for a few days.

Looking at Wen Zhaoshun, who was writhing uneasily on the bed and looking pale, he slowly bowed: "The young monk has met the donor."

Wen Zhaoshun opened his eyes and looked at Xu Zisu. He was startled at first, and then a hint of impatience flashed on his face: "What are you doing here? Where is the doctor? If you don't come, I will die of pain."

"The little monk is the benefactor's good medicine."

Wen Zhaoshun was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "Since the young master has the means, he'd better use it quickly. I can't bear it anymore."

Xu Zisu smiled slightly, and a golden light appeared in his hand, slowly falling on Wen Zhaoshun.

Although he is not a doctor, he still has some means.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Zhaoshun finally stopped wailing, and his face felt a little relieved, but his face was still a little pale. "The little master is indeed a miracle doctor."

He collapsed weakly on the bed and uttered a few words.

Seeing this, Xu Zisu quietly retreated.

"how?"

Guo Yi and Huang Daren, who were staying at the door, asked hurriedly.

"Just rest for a while and think about it."

"Thank you little master, thank you little master."

Guo Yi felt a little embarrassed, but he still said thank you.

Guo Yi hesitated for a while, then said with a complicated expression: "Young master, I have a favor to ask you. I don't know whether I should say it or not?"

"The benefactor wants to ask the little monk to treat the people in Qingling County?"

"Exactly."

After Guo Yi finished speaking, Xu Zisu fell into silence.

Seeing this, Huang Daren echoed: "Little master, if possible, I would like to lend a helping hand. Isn't it a common saying in Buddhism: saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda?"

Guo Yi held up his hands and said: "Little master, if I have offended you before, I hope you will forgive me. If you are still angry, you can hit me a few times, but I, the people of Qingling County, are innocent."

Xu Zisu shook his head gently: "The young monk did not say that he would not help, but there is something fishy in this matter. Could it be that you two can't figure it out?"

"What's so strange?"

Both were stunned.

"Plagues don't happen only in years of great disaster. Although the times are not prosperous, they are relatively stable. The sudden emergence of plagues is worth pondering."

"Squeak!"

The door was opened, and Wen Zhaoshun, wearing a coat, came out and said in a hoarse voice: "Young master is right, this matter deserves further investigation."

"grown ups."

Wen Zhaoshun nodded, his eyes falling on Xu Zisu: "Little master, do you have any opinion on this?"

"The plague doesn't come without a cause. Someone must have done it."

Guo Yi frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Little master, how can a plague be created by humans? And it can also infect the entire county."

"What does the donor think?" Xu Zisu looked at Wen Zhaoshun, the Qingling County Magistrate, with a smile.

Wen Zhaoshun pondered for a moment: "There are ancient records that plagues often occur during wars, which are caused by improper handling of corpses. Coupled with the movement of refugees, it is difficult to control them. In the current peaceful and prosperous times, this plague comes unexpectedly. I It’s hard to decide at the moment.”

"Can the people in a county be infected in just a few days? Can the donor really not see it?"

Several people frowned upon hearing this, yes, so many people can be infected in just a few days.

"Water source!" Huang Daren's eyes lit up, and then he exclaimed: "Sir, only water source can infect the people in the county."

Then he looked at Xu Zisu: "Little master, are you right?"

"Yes, the young monk thinks so too."

Wen Zhaoshun's expression changed: "Guo Yi."

"grown ups."

"Lead people to check Beishan Reservoir."

"Yes!"

After Guo Yi and others left, Wen Zhaoshun frowned and looked at Xu Zisu again: "Little master, now the source of the disaster has been found, but who has such evil intentions?"

"This is not difficult. We only need to know whose family has not been infected by the plague. That is the culprit."

"Master, please send someone to investigate this matter secretly."

"Yes, my lord."

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Wen Zhaoshun sighed leisurely: "Little master, thank you very much for today. The past few days were my fault."

Xu Zisu shook his head: "Donors don't have to be like this."

"My young master is really a great man. I wonder if there was a reason for his actions in the past few days?"

"It's too early to tell. Once the matter becomes clear, the donor will know about it."

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(End of this chapter)