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Taiyang County.

Yongle Town.

"Itchy... So itchy!"

Someone was calling out in pain by the roadside.

That person was scratching his face incessantly with both hands, and the pustules all over his face were quickly scratched open, with pus and blood flowing everywhere.

His lips were chapped as if he had a high fever. After calling out twice, he suddenly bent over and vomited a pool of yellow water.

Then he lay down on the ground, and it was unknown whether he had fainted or died.

But no one cared about him.

Because nowadays, everyone is struggling to protect themselves.

The desolate streets had few pedestrians, and several elderly people were sitting by the roadside.

They were already terminally ill, lying at their doorsteps waiting to die.

Miao Yuanzheng was walking on the street, watching all of this.

He was muddled and numb, like a walking corpse.

This town was completely different from the once vibrant town.

The plague was rampant, causing death everywhere in the town.

When Miao Yuanzheng passed through an alley, he saw two men from the mortuary carrying a corpse wrapped in a straw mat out of the alley.

When a gust of wind came, it lifted the straw mat, revealing a face covered with pustules.

"That's... Auntie Li, who I saw yesterday..."

Miao Yuanzheng's heart jumped when he saw that face with unclosed eyes.

Another acquaintance had died.

Recently, he didn't know how many people had died.

The corpse collector threw the corpse wrapped in the straw mat onto the cart, and then pushed the dead man away expressionlessly.

Miao Yuanzheng stood there, unable to let go for a long time.

But the situation he saw was getting worse day by day.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

A sound of horses' hooves rang out.

The town chief rode into the town on horseback.

"The yamen is not taking care of us anymore!"

The town chief fell off his horse and cried out sadly:

"The county town gate has been closed for half a month, and no one is allowed to enter or leave at all."

"The county magistrate has not sent anyone to relieve the plague, nor has he shown up to issue any decrees, leaving us to fend for ourselves."

"On the road, I saw that the people in Lantern Village had all died, turning into a ghost village!"

The people who had just gathered around heard this news, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, their eyes filled with deep despair.

Miao Yuanzheng's heart sank.

If even the government doesn't care, then who can save his son now?

In an instant, Miao Yuanzheng felt his feet as heavy as lead, and the whole world seemed to become dark and incomparably dim.

Suddenly.

Someone else ran out:

"There's hope! We still have hope!"

"I heard that in Lujia Village at the foot of Giant Ox Mountain, there is a living immortal who can cure diseases with talisman water, and has already cured many people!"

"Let's go and ask the immortal to save our Yongle Town!"

Many people shook their heads and sneered at this.

Since the plague began, too many fake Taoists and fake monks have run out to swindle and deceive.

The town had also encountered them before.

As a result, the townspeople spent a lot of money, but their condition became more and more serious day by day.

In the end, those fake Taoists and fake monks became even more seriously ill.

That person was still anxiously shouting:

"It's true! That living immortal is very effective!"

"Now the government doesn't care about us, and the medicinal materials have all been sold out. Only the living immortal can save us!"

The surrounding people dispersed, ignoring the person's shouts.

They didn't want to be deceived again.

Miao Yuanzheng stood there, with the midday sun overhead.

The surrounding air was particularly humid and sultry under the baking of the sun.

Finally, he turned around and returned home.

Miao Yuanzheng picked up his son.

Because his son was already unconscious, he had to tie his son tightly on his back with a rope.

Feeling his son's thin body, Miao Yuanzheng's eyes were filled with recklessness.

He carried his son on his back and walked towards Lujia Village.

The surrounding neighbors saw this and kept persuading him:

"Brother Miao, are you going to find that living immortal?"

"In my opinion, bullshit! That's just a living swindler!"

"If you go like this, you will only torture your son. It's better to let him recuperate at home."

Miao Yuanzheng didn't say a word, and continued walking with his son on his back.

His steps were firm and he didn't hesitate.

It seemed that nothing could stop him from moving forward.

When he came to the entrance of the town, more people laughed at him:

"Look! Isn't that person really going to Lujia Village? Are there really people who believe it?"

"Isn't that Brother Miao? Although he usually speaks less, he doesn't seem like a fool."

"Brother Miao, don't waste your energy. How can there be any immortals in this world? They are just a bunch of charlatan swindlers."

Miao Yuanzheng turned a deaf ear, his expression resolute.

He used to think that he was not afraid of anything.

The long knife in his hand had killed countless people.

But when his wife was seriously ill, he was really afraid.

Now that his son is also seriously ill, he is afraid to the point of despair.

Regardless of whether it's true or false, he will try it if there is a glimmer of hope.

For his son, no one can stop him!

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Some people watching the excitement around were gradually infected by Miao Yuanzheng's firm and unwavering momentum.

People are so strange. If no one does something, others will be timid.

But once someone stands up to take the lead, others will follow.

So some people began to go home to help the old and the young, and followed Miao Yuanzheng on the road together.

More and more people like this gathered into a team on the road to Lujia Village.

And at the entrance of the town, the group of people who chose not to believe stood quietly, looking at the departing crowd with complicated eyes...

Miao Yuanzheng walked at the front of the team.

Although he was already infected with the disease, his physique, which had been trained in martial arts for half his life, was very strong.

This allowed him to walk like flying, even those riding mules could hardly catch up.

Along the way.

They met more people.

These people were all coming from other villages and towns.

They had also heard about the living immortal in Lujia Village and came specifically to seek medical treatment.

From their mouths, Miao Yuanzheng learned more things.

He learned that the name of the living immortal was Great Virtuous Teacher, and also learned that he needed to enter the Dao to seek talisman water.

But he didn't care about all of this.

He only cared about his son's life.

Finally.

When it was dark, they finally arrived at Lujia Village.

Although the night was dark, many bright bonfires had already been lit in Lujia Village.

Pots of well water were boiled on top of large pots.

However, there were so many people who came to seek medical treatment that they formed a long queue.

The people in front were crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, making it difficult to move forward.

Miao Yuanzheng glanced at the crowded people, and secretly apologized to his deceased wife in his heart.

For his son, he had to break his promise not to use martial arts again.

Then, Miao Yuanzheng's legs bent slightly, and then he exerted force suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

He saw him leap into the air, flying several feet.

When he was about to fall, his feet were like dragonflies skimming the water, lightly tapping on the heads of the crowded people, and he could quickly move forward by borrowing strength.

Amidst a burst of scolding, Miao Yuanzheng had already crossed the crowd with his son on his back, and landed steadily at the very front.

This was the rice field of Lujia Village.

He saw the villagers of the village holding knives, spears, sticks, and clubs, maintaining order on the scene.

And a young man in a yellow robe, holding a nine-section bamboo staff, sat upright on a high seat, accepting the worship of the crowd.

Miao Yuanzheng only saw that the villagers of Lujia Village all looked rosy and healthy, where was there any sign of illness?

The village was full of patients from other places, but the villagers were not infected.

This shows that there really is a way to cure diseases here!

Miao Yuanzheng was instantly excited.

Thank God, he didn't come to the wrong place!

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and came to the front of the high seat with his son on his back.

The knives and spears in the hands of the surrounding villagers had all been placed around Miao Yuanzheng's body.

A girl in red even shouted angrily:

"Who is it? How dare you break into the altar!"

Miao Yuanzheng turned a blind eye to the knives and spears around him, and slowly knelt down towards the person in yellow robe on the high seat:

"I beg the Great Virtuous Teacher to save my child."

The girl in red snorted coldly:

"There are many people who come to ask for help, go to the back of the line!"

Miao Yuanzheng was silent, just kneeling with his head down.

At this time.

The person in yellow robe on the high seat stood up and walked towards Miao Yuanzheng.

The young man in yellow robe walked and spoke:

"Under the Yellow Heaven, all should be at peace."

"For all peaceful people, I will naturally heal them."

Miao Yuanzheng was relieved to hear this.

The young man in yellow robe placed the nine-section bamboo staff in his hand on top of Miao Yuanzheng's head:

"Those who enter peace must be sincere."

"And you are not sincere."