A small number of the patients sent to the ancestral hall have regained some strength, and the dark spots on their faces have changed from dark to light, but their spirits are still a little sluggish.

Although the medicine prepared by Taoist Baimei has some effect, it cannot cure the plague. In the past few days, he has been wandering around the nearby mountains, hoping to find useful herbs. Today, he searched for a whole day before he found the exquisite stone heart grass, which can clear away heat and remove toxins.

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"Master, why did you come back? Oh no, something big has happened!" Lan Feihong saw Taoist Baimei hurriedly approached him and said, trembling even as he spoke.

"Why are you so nervous?" Taoist Baimei rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Have their condition worsened again?"

Lan Feihong nodded first, and then shook his head, as if his mouth was stuffed with salt, but he couldn't say anything.

The white-browed Taoist frowned, and Lan Feihong took a deep breath before saying: "Sorry, Master, today five or six people were sent here infected with the plague. Some of those who got better became worse again because of these people. Even if they drink

Medicine has no effect."

"What?!" Taoist Baimei was very surprised. Logically speaking, this ancestral hall has been isolated from the outside world, so no one should be infected again. Moreover, the well behind the village has also been closed. How could it be?

"Could it be that the well is not the source, but that the source of the plague is something else?" Taoist Baimei looked a little ugly, and hurriedly stepped forward to check the patient's pulse. After a long time, he sighed and said: "It seems that these people have already taken Pindao's medicine.

"Drug resistance has developed." And the newly infected people are very seriously ill, and several people have already died. The virulence of the plague seems to be getting worse.

"What a surprise! What a surprise!" Taoist Baimei murmured, confused in his mind. Now he could only increase the potency of the medicine to remove the poison, but it was only 30% poisonous. Three or four people died suddenly on the spot because their bodies were extremely weak and could not bear it.

Feeling really depressed and having a vague premonition, Taoist Baimei planned to go alone to find out what happened. He asked Lan Feihong to go to the back mountain to find him if there was something urgent. The back mountain often buried the corpses of villagers who died of the plague.

As soon as Taoist Baimei said this, no one dared to go up.

The back mountain is more like a hill than a hill. Because too many people have died recently, there are many graves scattered everywhere. The air is filled with a foul and burnt smell. The soil beside the graves is gray-purple in color, which is obviously different from the surrounding ones.

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"Hey, this smell?" Taoist Baimei sniffed around for a few times and felt something was wrong. He opened a pit and several huge rats jumped out. These rats were huge and had strong limbs. In a flash,

Then there was no trace, and the white-browed Taoist looked towards the pit again. There was only a half-eaten hare in the pit, and the skin, flesh and bones had turned purple and black.

The white-browed Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and had a deep expression. He took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of flame. The yellow talisman was burned out instantly, but the ashes did not scatter with the wind and fell to the ground as if they were stuck.

As if they were together, a little man appeared in front of his finger. The white-browed Taoist murmured in his mouth, and suddenly a strong wind rose under his feet. He stepped forward and followed the direction pointed by the little man's finger and disappeared in a flash.

"Why hasn't Master come back yet?" Lan Feihong anxiously paced back and forth in front of the archway at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The elixir he brought from the mountain was almost used up, but the condition of the patients infected with the plague was still fluctuating. Today there were three more

If you die, you can't think of a way to survive anymore.

"Master said that if you have something to do, go to the back mountain to find him." Lan Feihong said to himself, and after telling Uncle Bingchun, he got up and went to the back mountain.

In front of a remote tree hole not far from the back mountain, a burst of white smoke drifted past, revealing the figure of Taoist Baimei. Taoist Baimei stared closely at the tree hole and shouted: "Such a strong evil spirit, the evil spirit should show up quickly!"

The sound rolled like thunder, like a solid sound wave heading towards the tree hole.

"Jie Jie!" A squirrel jumped out of the tree hole and said human words: "Where did the Taoist priest come from? He really doesn't know whether to live or die."

Taoist Baimei did not answer, but asked, "Is the plague in the village a good thing you did?"

The gray mouse chuckled: "The blame is on themselves. The snake wanted to prey on my child but was stunned by the poison of my child's teeth. If humans were not greedy and took the snake back to share the food, what would happen?

Will you be infected by my rat poison?"

"That being the case, I don't blame you for this poor Taoist. Just cast away the plague and leave to practice peace of mind!" Taoist Taoist Bai Mei raised his eyelids slightly and said.

"Haha, let me leave?" The squirrel laughed loudly: "In terms of time, I have lived here before those humans, and I have always kept my peace."

"If I don't leave, what can you do to me?" The gray rat's laughter stopped suddenly, and a bloodthirsty look appeared in its eyes.

Taoist Baimei was not afraid at all, and said slowly: "If you really don't interfere with the well water, you can continue to practice here, but if you let the rat cubs eat the flesh and blood of the dead villagers, warm up the poison, and practice with corpse poison, you will not be afraid of divine punishment.

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When the gray rat heard this, his eyes turned, as if he was right by Taoist Baimei, and he stopped refuting.

"I have been reaching a bottleneck for decades. If I don't find any way to break through the shackles, I'm afraid my life span will be over," Gray Rat said with a look of helplessness in his tone.

Taoist Baimei continued to ask: "You must be responsible for those newly infected villagers?"

"There were enough corpses for me to devour, but since you came, those villagers not only burned the dead, but drank your elixir and actually suppressed my rat poison. How could I give up?" Gray Rat said bluntly.

: "Now that the deadline is approaching, I don't want to fail. If you stand by and watch, I will definitely remember this kindness and will repay you in the future."

"What if the poor Taoist must be controlled?" Taoist Baimei said calmly.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Gray Rat yelled, blowing out a cloud of gray smoke from his mouth and drifting towards Taoist Baimei.

The white-browed Taoist's complexion changed slightly, and he waved his sleeves. At some point, he had a whisk in his hand. He flicked the whisk back and forth, and a white light turned into a barrier in front of him, blocking out the gray air and making it difficult to get in.

Taoist Baimei recited a spell, breathed out, and sprayed out a fireball that was several times larger than before. The fireball was dark red in color, exuding terrifying high temperatures. The fireball passed through the white barrier and collided with the gray smoke.

, there was a sizzling sound in the air, exuding an unpleasant stench, and the next second the gray mist was burned into nothingness by the fireball.

The gray rat squeaked in his mouth, took a few steps back, looked panicked, and said, "Who are you, and why are you so powerful? I'm afraid you're only one step away from building a foundation."

Taoist Baimei still didn't answer: "I say it again, get rid of the plague and get out of here!"

"Idiots!" The gray mouse refused.

Seeing that the opponent was stubborn and unresponsive, Taoist Baimei prepared to cast a spell to kill him, and murmured a spell in his mouth.

"Master, you are here!"

At this time, Lan Feihong, who was looking for Taoist Baimei, happened to be passing by. When he turned around, he saw this strange scene. A gray mouse was standing not far from Taoist Baimei. The gray mouse had a lively and spiritual expression. When he saw the two of them, he actually became the same.

There was no running away.

"Disciple, let's go!" Taoist Baimei said urgently when he saw Lan Feihong was about to come over, but it was too late. The gray rat once again spurted a ball of ash from its mouth and enveloped Lan Feihong.

"Master... Your Majesty." Lan Feihong's vision was hazy, and after inhaling a breath of gray gas, he fell down and fell unconscious.

The white-browed Taoist was furious, opened his mouth and spit out a dagger. The gray rat turned around and ran away. When he turned around, he was frightened to death. A flying sword followed not far behind him. No matter how it changed its position, the flying sword would not leave.

Don’t give up…

"ah!"

A scream rang out, a pool of blood was sprinkled on the ground, and an angry voice rolled in: "Old Taoist, just wait for me, I will definitely not let you go if you destroy my cultivation today."
Chapter completed!