After destroying the god of plague and its messenger, Yang Zhan used the power of thunder to stop the spread of the plague. Although many people infected with the plague died, he also tried every means to save many.

During this period of time, they were busy working frantically without mentioning anything about Yuanhong.

It was estimated that there would be no problem, so Yang Zhan wanted Uncle Dingzhen to take the Taoist priests back to Chongtong Temple first.

He actually wanted his uncle to go back and report Yuanhong to the King of Shu first, because he really couldn't imagine facing it in person.

But Dingzhen didn't want to leave yet. He still had important things to do. After thinking about it, he sighed: "After this disaster, tens of thousands more people died in northern Sichuan. The dead were relieved, but the living were even more sad.

ah."

Yang Zhan also sighed, "The pain in their hearts can only be healed slowly. I hope they can return to normal life as soon as possible."

At this point, Yang Zhan suddenly remembered something and reminded his uncle: "Please say hello to the Taoist priests. Don't publicize the story of the God of Plague and the Messenger of Plague. Otherwise, the shadow in the hearts of the people will never be eliminated."

Dingzhen said: "After the plague, people's hearts have been damaged. If we want to return to normal life as soon as possible, we must have a grand plague-removing ceremony. If you preside over this ceremony in person, the effect will be better."

Yang Zhan said: "I know about this ceremony, but you Taoist priests usually preside over it. I am now the general of a country. I'm afraid it's not good to do such a thing."

Dingzhen said disapprovingly: "Think about it for yourself, haven't you done enough divine things in these years? For the prosperity of Shu and the welfare of Shu people, what can't you do? If I preside over, then

It's just a ritual ceremony and it won't have much effect. If you preside over it, you can restore people's confidence and boost their spirit to live."

Yang Zhan nodded: "Okay, if you want to do it, make a big one and announce it in advance. We will send ships to send away the plague."

Suddenly, the news spread throughout northern Sichuan that the general would personally preside over the ship delivery ceremony. Tens of thousands of people came in droves, and the mountains and villages in northern Sichuan showed vitality again.

Yang Zhan built an altar by the Jialing River, and ordered people to build a boat with thatch. The boat was filled with prayer flags, money, horses and other rituals, and fine wine, three animals and other offerings were placed in front of the boat.

A group of Taoist priests stood solemnly and shook the Sanqing Bell rhythmically, and a clear breath rose between heaven and earth.

Yang Zhan wore a white robe, held a green feather fan in his hand, recited Bufuci, and stepped onto the altar, just like walking in a fairyland.

The Taoist priest holds the water purification bowl with both hands, and the Taoist priest uses willow branches to sprinkle the purified water in all directions to clean the place.

Yang Zhan read: "The ring of lintels is vibrating, and the ten directions are clear. The rivers and seas are silent, and the mountains are swallowing smoke. All spirits are vibrating, summoning the immortals."

Dingzhen came out to consecrate the saint, and invited the three emperors of the Qing Dynasty and Shenxiao Jiuchen to come to the altar and take their places.

The little Taoist priest brought the tea, and Yang Zhan took it. He held the tea and reported to the gods the purpose and purpose of this ceremony, hoping to rely on the power of Taoism to drive away the plague and pray for peace. Then, he offered fragrant tea.

Then, Yang Zhan drew out his Fuhu Sword, danced on the high altar, shouted loudly, and drove the plague ghosts away from Sichuan on board the ship to save the people from illness.

At the same time, the gods were invited to provide protection, build rivers, and open channels to ensure that the ships carrying the plague could sail out of Sichuan smoothly.

Then the boat is sacrificed, and Shu's intention is announced, and the plague is invited to board the boat, and everything in front of the man and behind the woman is cleaned, hoping that the god of plague will stay away from the world and no longer harm the world.

Then send the boat, recite the mantra to transform food, return to the place of worship, and send the gods away.

Finally, the boat was dissolved and the thatched boat was set on fire to show off the plague. All personnel stood respectfully aside and watched the burning process until everything returned to silence.

After the silence, there was a burst of crying, and people vented the fear and pain they had endured during this period.

Some people shouted: "The general is our protector, we thank you!"

Whoops, everyone present knelt down and shouted: "Thank you, General, for saving your life!"

Yang Zhangong cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, please get up. Life is not easy anymore, and we must live a good life in the future!"

After sending away the people, the problem now faced is how to send Yuanhong's ashes back to Meizhou, and how to face the King of Shu and Yuanhong's parents, wife and children.

Yang Zhan had already sent a letter to Fei Xiaojin, asking him to arrange the defense in western Sichuan and then return to Chongtongguan to rendezvous. He did not dare to talk about Yuanhong.

They returned to Chongtong Temple together and knelt in a row in front of the King of Shu. Yang Zhang shouted "Senior Brother!"

The King of Shu knew something was wrong and asked: "Is the epidemic in northern Sichuan very serious? How many people have died? Can Yuanhong cope with it if you leave?"

Yang Zhan cried: "The epidemic is serious, with 20,000 to 30,000 people dead, but it has been brought under control and dealt with. Yuanhong...Yuanhong...he died while fighting the god of plague and the messenger of plague!"

Like a bolt from the blue, King Shu's heart was as sharp as a knife. When he saw Kuan Knee walking in front of him, he hugged his legs and cried: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. He did it to save me..."

The King of Shu's face turned pale, and he could no longer shed a single tear. "Forget it, people always have life and death. Yuanhong died for the people of Shu, and he deserved his death! We have no choice but to accept the reality, arrange the funeral arrangements for Yuanhong, and pursue Feng Yuan's death."

Hong is the Marquis of Sichuan North and his family has been settled well."

Yuanhong's ashes were finally buried next to his master Ge Bao. Fei Xiaojin, who rushed back from western Sichuan to attend the funeral, lay in front of the grave and could not get up.

Among the several brothers, the two of them stayed together the longest and were always inseparable. If it hadn't been for war and plague, the two of them would have traveled the mountains and rivers together and enjoyed themselves in the world.

Now that the yin and yang are separated, how can it not hurt the heart and lungs?

Everyone else had left, leaving only their junior brothers and junior sister Lan Lan. Zhu Pingxi and Yang Zhan helped Xiao Jin up on the left and right, and then knelt down again and cried hoarsely.

Lan Lan picked him up and ordered: "Don't cry anymore! Brother Yuanhong died fighting the plague to protect the people in northern Sichuan, not to get hurt for you! We must cheer up, live well, and fight him

I have done everything I didn’t have time to do to be worthy of his sacrifice!”

Yang Zhan said: "Since we are all with the King of Shu today, let's discuss what to do next. There are still two million people in Shu, and we have to try to make them live well. Yuanhong doesn't want us to spend any money.
Chapter completed!