"No, my aunt has been living in my house. My wife and children won't be infected too!" Suddenly thinking of something, Pingchun clapped his thigh and hurried back home.

After opening the door, the family was gathering together to eat steamed buns. When a fat woman saw Bingchun staring at them without saying a word, she stood up and said: "Brother Bingchun, you are back! The real person on the mountain

Please come back?" He said without forgetting to take a bite of the bun in his hand.

Bingchun still didn't speak, looking shocked. Beside the obese woman, Bingchun's wife felt something was wrong: "The child's father, aunt said he would wait for you at the door when you come back. Have you seen it? Why didn't I come in with you?"

"Didn't I tell you before you go out that no one is allowed to go out? Why don't you look at your aunt?" Biangchun's eyes were red, her limbs were trembling and she suddenly roared: "My aunt has contracted the plague and is dead, dead!"

"Dead? It's impossible. He was fine just now." My wife couldn't believe it either.

Hearing what Bingchun said, the fat woman screamed, dropped the steamed bun in her hand and ran out. This person was Bingchun's cousin and his aunt's daughter.

"Mom!" the obese woman shouted when she saw the figure lying at the entrance of the village, and rushed over. The lumps of fat on her body trembled up and down, as if they were about to spit out oil.

"Biao sister, don't go there." Bingchun grabbed the obese woman's arm from behind, but the woman was very strong, and Bingchun not only failed to hold her, but was dragged forward several meters.

"My aunt died of the plague, and you were also infected in the past." Biangchun shouted, and continued to hug the obese woman's waist, and then stopped her.

When the obese woman saw two Taoist priests standing in front of her, she guessed that they must be the immortals that her cousin Biangchun had found. So she walked up and knelt on the ground with a bang, kowtowing and said in her mouth: "Immortals, please save my mother.

Immortal, save my mother..."

Taoist Bai Mei didn't help her and said bluntly: "Your mother has died. I'm sorry that I can't help you."

Hearing what the immortal said, the fat woman burst into tears. Pingchun came over to comfort her. The first thing she needed to do was to bury her aunt. Now that the plague was rampant in the village, everything had to be simplified.

"How do you dispose of the bodies of those who died from the plague?" Taoist Baimei asked.

Bingchun said matter-of-factly: "It's natural to lay it to rest. Originally, it had to be laid for three days for relatives to pay their respects, and then the monks in the temple could recite sutras and pray for salvation before they could be buried. Now no one dares to come to our Qianmen Village anymore.

Just bury my aunt in the back mountain, others are doing the same."

Hearing this, Taoist Baimei frowned and said, "No, people infected with the plague must be cremated. Even dead people will continue to be infected."

"Cremation?" Bianchun was shocked: "Our ancestors in the countryside have never had this precedent for generations. I'm afraid..."

"No, if my mother can't be cremated, won't her body be left alive?" The obese woman stood up and refused: "I will be stabbed in the spine by the elders in the village."

"Master, look, this..." Bianchun was a little confused.

"Since you asked the poor Taoist to come down the mountain, you have to listen to me in everything." Taoist Baimei said calmly: "Even if you are such a poor Taoist, there is nothing you can do." After that, he led Lan Feihong back to Ziyang Temple.

Bingchun was so worried that he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. He bowed and said, "Master, don't leave. I just listen to Master."

Taoist Baimei stopped and said: "That's very good. You can cremate the old woman first, and then call the famous people in the village to come over. You can't do it here alone."

Nowadays, Qianmen Village is desolate and quiet. Everyone is hiding in their houses and dare not go out. They don’t know who is infected with the plague and who is not infected.

Bingchun had some courage and persuaded his cousin to cremate his aunt. Baimei Taoist and Lan Feihong were led by Bingchun to live in a thatched cottage in the backyard of his home. Baimei Taoist asked: "Since you said that the old woman has not

Have you ever come into contact with anyone when you go out?"

Several people in the room shook their heads. Taoist Baimei had checked their pulses and found that they were not infected with the plague. This was a bit strange.

"Oh, I remembered." Bingchun's wife said: "This morning, my aunt planned to make some steamed buns with noodles for eating, so she went to the well behind the village to fetch water. When she came back, she brought back a few pieces of leek sesame cake and said it was Jihua

Her kind-hearted father gave it to her. After finishing making steamed buns in the kitchen, he stayed at the door and said he was waiting for the child's father to come back. It didn't matter that the sesame cakes were shared among the rest of us."

The next day.

After simply handling the funeral of the old woman, Pingchun invited the clan elders to meet in the ancestral hall. Everyone in the picking peak knew Ziyang Zhenren's name. Knowing that he was a living god, they all planned to go to Zhenzhen for help.

In the ancestral hall, everyone bowed when they saw Taoist Baimei. One person stepped forward and said: "More than 20 people have been infected in the village, and seven or eight people have died."

Hearing this, Taoist Baimei didn't waste any time and asked, "Does anyone know the causes and consequences of this plague outbreak?"

Everyone's eyes turned to a hunchbacked and thin old man standing in the middle. It turned out that the first person to get the plague was the old man's grandson Xiaobao. That day Xiaobao was playing with several boys in the village in the back mountain and was caught.

There was a big snake, it was a king snake, it was large and non-venomous, it was relatively common in the countryside, so a few people killed it and took it home and stewed it. After a few days, Xiaobao started convulsing all over and foaming at the mouth.

He died, and several other people who ate snakes also got into trouble one after another. Everyone speculated that the snake brought the plague.

"Starting from tomorrow, those who have the plague at home must not conceal it. This ancestral hall is Pindao's pharmacy. People who are infected with the plague are all sent here for treatment." Taoist Baimei stood up and said: "This plague is extremely fierce, so everyone should stay at home as much as possible.

Okay, don't go out."

"God, please save my son!" One of the women rushed up. This woman was a widow. Her son had been infected with the plague for many days. He couldn't get a doctor to treat him, and he didn't want to be criticized by his fellow villagers, so he could only hide.

I was recuperating at home, and it seemed that I was going to die in the past few days. Seeing that the gods had a solution, I finally couldn't hold back and said it.

Seeing this, everyone retreated in panic, fearing that the woman might also be infected.

After checking her pulse and finding that she was fine, Taoist Baimei said, "We will send her here tomorrow. I will do my best to treat her."

After everyone dispersed, Taoist Baimei asked Jingchun to bring the medicine pot for the stove, and then ordered Lan Feihong: "Disciple, you separate the elixirs brought from the mountain, one coin of Lotus Crystal Grass, two coins of Purple Ganoderma lucidum, and two coins of Chuanchuan."

Qionzi, one coin of dragon heart grass, three coins of hundred-flower pecan fruit, add water and simmer over high heat for six hours, then simmer over low heat for three hours."

"Yes, Master." Lan Feihong agreed and went to sort out the medicinal materials. He knew these medicinal materials by heart, and he also had a scale in his mind to prepare the medicine.

Pingchun searched the whole village and finally brought eight or nine pots for decoction. After moving the charcoal stove, he started to light a fire to decoct the medicine. Taoist Baimei repeatedly warned not to let the fire go out halfway, so Pingchun found a few more strong young men.

We stared at the fire together, fearing that something might go wrong.

Taoist Baimei wandered around the village alone and came to a stone well behind the village. He picked up a bucket of well water and placed it in front of him. He took out two yellow talismans from his sleeves and wiped them on his eyes. He stretched out a finger and put them in the bucket.

Take it out, dip it in some well water and put it in your mouth.

"Bah!" Taoist Baimei spat out the well water from his mouth, and then he knew why Pingchun's aunt was infected with the plague. It turned out that the well water was also poisonous. Aunt Pingchun must have drank the raw water from the well that day.

There was a plague, but there was nothing wrong if the water and noodles were steamed into steamed buns and eaten. It seemed that as long as it was cooked, everything would be fine. To prevent outsiders, Taoist Baimei had the well sealed.

On the second day, the villagers of Qianmen Village brought in those who were infected with the plague and those who were suspected of being infected. There were a total of twenty-one people. The ancestral hall was not big, but it was already overcrowded. They casually made a bed on the floor and let them lie there.

, tossing and turning, nausea and vomiting, and an unpleasant smell emitted from the air.

Apart from Taoist Baimei, Lan Feihong was the only one taking care of the ancestral hall. Naturally, he was extremely busy and exhausted both physically and mentally. The decoction had been brewing for nine hours according to Taoist Baimei's instructions, and was poured into porcelain bowls for them to take one by one.

After taking the decoction, everyone vomited more violently, but there was some black liquid in the vomit, and a fishy smell came from above.

"Master, they..." Lan Feihong asked Taoist Baimei anxiously.

"It doesn't matter." Taoist Baimei said calmly: "They just excreted the toxins in their bodies. Go and take a look. For those with strong toxins, let them swallow another dose after three hours."

Sure enough, after a night, many patients have improved significantly, but Taoist Baimei is still uneasy because he knows that the medicine he is brewing now is just an auxiliary, which can only relieve the condition, reduce the pain, and treat the symptoms but not the root cause of the plague.
Chapter completed!