The Poor Monk Cultivates a Way

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Qi Ze said: "So that's it! There is only one statue of the Holy Mother? Or are there several statues, dedicated to each?" Er Gouzi said: "I only saw one, and Song Sanshu only asked Liu Sanye to build one."

Qi Ze pondered slightly, and said: "Er Gou, how about you do me a favor?" Er Gouzi said: "You saved my mother, you just want my life!"

Qi Ze said with a smile: "I'm not a bandit or a bandit, what do you want to do with your life! Go and tell Uncle Song, just say that I am willing to join the Church of Notre Dame and worship holy images!"

Er Gouzi said: "Third Uncle Song said that if the Holy Mother is enshrined, we must take care of each other and not go out easily, lest we leak the news and be killed by the beasts in the city and take away the holy image. You have such a great ability, why bother to ask for trouble?"

Qi Ze waved his hand and said: "You don't understand! Just do what I tell you!" Er Gouzi said: "Okay! I have something to ask you too!"

Qi Ze said: "I know! Don't worry, I will come here every day these few days to visit your mother! Also, if there are any diseases in the nearby villages, you can also seek medical treatment from me!"

Er Gouzi was overjoyed and shouted, "Okay! I'll do it right away!"

Qi Ze returned to the wooden house where he was imprisoned, and simply used it as a clinic for practicing medicine. Sure enough, after a while, Er Gouzi brought many old people here, most of whom were sick. The untouchables living in a rich country have lived in dense forests for generations, miasma and poison are rampant, and there is a shortage of doctors and medicines. Hearing that there is a national doctor here, he saved the lives of the two dogs with a raised hand, and they all ran wildly.

Qi Ze didn't care about other things, he diagnosed and treated those patients one by one. He focused on medicine in his previous life, although he didn't make much achievements, but in this life he has become a great monk. Apart from practicing Qi and refining his mind, he can be said to be very good at dealing with the meridians and lesions of the human body. The condition should be diagnosed and treated immediately.

Qi Ze is not fooling around, the local people have bred here for many years, and know the properties of many herbs, Qi Ze ordered him to take all the herbs in the store, taste the properties of the medicines with tongue and tongue, prescribe prescriptions according to the disease, and take the medicines according to the prescriptions.

Qi Ze took out Bigu Pill and dissolved it with water to replenish the vitality of the sick. That Bigu Pill is the top grade produced by the Danding Sect, although its properties are strong, its potency is mild, ordinary patients only need to take a sip, and their whole body will feel warm and full, just like eating a high-quality banquet.

But in a short while, Qi Ze has cured dozens of people. When these people came, they moaned and staggered, but when they left, they were alive and well. They hurried back and called their family members and neighbors.

But within half a day, the outside of the wooden house has been surrounded, thousands of people are commotion and chaos, just waiting for the divine doctor to heal them. Qi Ze was very resourceful. He selected a few people who were proficient in pharmacology, and first roughly classified the patients. Those with serious illnesses were treated first, and those with mild illnesses were treated later. In this way, the efficiency was indeed improved a lot.

There are also many gangsters hiding in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to make trouble, and some family members are eager for their relatives, even if it is only a minor illness, they will yell and ask Qi Ze to look first. At this time, when Ergou and Sangou came out, the two brothers drank Bigu Dandan water, they had nowhere to vent their energy, after a few punches, they immediately became orderly.

When it was time to light the lamps, all the patients thought that Qi Ze was going to close the museum to rest, but Qi Ze ordered someone to light the torches for illumination, and he actually treated the people all night long. So without eating, drinking, sleeping or resting, thousands of people have been healed within a day and night!

A cultivator in the Condensation Realm has a strong Yin spirit, even if he doesn't sleep for a year, it's okay, he just feels a little tired. The common people didn't know the root cause, they thought that Qi Ze was desperately treating them all without hesitating himself, and they were even more touched. At that moment, dozens of people knelt and kowtowed outside the house.

Qi Ze called Ergou and ordered him to help all the neighbors up, and said: "I only have a few hands-on medical skills. I can diagnose and treat you folks. Is there any reason not to do my best? It's just a little effort, you don't have to do this, I appreciate it ashamed!"

Ergou suddenly barked: "My elder brother has a compassionate heart. He has cured many people. He is not much better than the Holy Mother? In my opinion, there is no need to worship the Holy Mother in the future. Just worship my elder brother." Yes!"

The people were startled at first, and then someone shouted: "Er Gouzi is right! What good is the Holy Mother of Lao Shizi, what good is there for us to worship her for a few years? I don't even have enough to eat, and I suspect that it is Song Sanshu That guy fabricated such a false **** out of thin air to deceive us! Brother Qi stayed up all night to treat our illnesses without receiving any money. He is simply a living Bodhisattva! We should worship him! Everyone said, right? what!"

Someone took the lead, and all the people clamored and shouted: "Liu Laosi is right! His father, Liu Laosan, only withered a statue of a concubine, and it was hidden by Uncle Song, who did not let anyone see it. I wonder if that old boy, Uncle Song, is pretending to be a ghost!"

"That's right! Uncle Song used the name of the Holy Mother to amass money wantonly, even the rations we left behind. That guy eats a lot of fat, but we live in more poverty than before. If so, worship the Holy Mother again." What's the use!"

Qi Ze saw that the will of the people is united and the hearts of the people are available. He was about to open his mouth to help the people to open up their wisdom and break the gods in their hearts. Suddenly someone screamed: "Fart! !"

A figure suddenly flew from outside the crowd~www.readwn.com~ made a slight turning in mid-air, and landed lightly on the ground, unexpectedly it was not dusty at all. This level of movement is really amazing, and someone immediately shouted.

After waiting for everyone to see the face of the person who came, they couldn't help buzzing and discussing, all showing expressions of astonishment.

The person who came was none other than Uncle Song, but compared with yesterday, his white hair has turned black, the jet black is thick, his eyes are shining, and his body is more vigorous, as if he is thirty years younger!

Qi Ze's heart trembled slightly, Uncle Song was full of vigor and energy, and after only seeing him for a day, he had already broken through the difference between immortals and stepped into the realm of fetal movement, so diligent, it was simply unbelievable. From this point of view, the Holy Mother of the Golden Lotus is indeed not an ordinary evil god, and she must be handled with care.

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Uncle Song was extremely proud. Seeing that Qi Ze was so popular with the people, a haze flashed in his eyes, and he sneered, "Okay, I just said that this guy is a spy in the daytime, so he should be strictly guarded. Let it out soon, and still be so ostentatious, do you still have this high priest of the Holy Mother in your eyes!"

Er Gouzi became more courageous, and shouted: "My elder brother saved my mother's life, and I will wait for my father to live again. I will bring the villagers to see a doctor. When my mother was critically ill, I didn't see you come forward Come out!"

These words were so awkward that Qi Ze could only smile bitterly and cough dryly. All the villagers followed suit and shouted: "Yes! This brother Qi cured my seventh aunt and eighth uncle. He is the benefactor of our whole village. I don't see you, an old boy, curing diseases and saving people, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. Urging us to hand over the rations, let you fill your pockets!"

Uncle Song was furious, and shouted: "Fart! I asked you to pay food and goods for your own good! If you don't worship the Holy Mother, how can you get her favor?"