The prescription came first, even before Song Youdu.

However, the Hansu Medicine Store has been empty for a long time. At most, the rich family still has some leftovers, but they have to save their own families first.

The medicinal materials arrived a few days later, which was a drop in the bucket.

It took a few more days before the complete treatment method came from the county. With the addition of several doctors from Pujun, it took about ten days before the first batch of medicinal materials that could barely last a few days arrived.

So they could barely manage it for a few days, because the remaining population of Hansu was not large. It was said that the news that Divine Doctor Cai had developed a treatment method had been rushed to the capital by Hezhou, asking Angzhou for assistance.

Gradually those with mild illness recovered.

At this time, there were some changes in Bingqianfang——

If someone can be cured, everyone naturally hopes that the person who will be cured will be themselves. If everyone can be cured, everyone will naturally hope that they will be cured first.

Some people say that Taoists and monks give priority to saving the rich and noble people in the city, while others say that they especially don’t like to save the rich and noble people. Some people say that they can help more people every day, but they only agree to help if they have to hold up money. The monk asked the Taoist if he cared about this.

There were rumors, and the Taoist asked him questions in return. The monks smiled, and the Taoists also laughed, but no one cared.

The closer to dawn, the more people long for light.

It's always been like this.

Before I knew it, it was already fifteen days.

At this time, although there were still a large number of patients in the Han Su Disease Center who had not yet recovered, the monks and Taoists had almost done all they could do.

Master Yi's spell to save people from suffering is a simple Buddhist spell that can be used by most temples with magic heritage, but Master Yi uses it very skillfully, and the effect is extraordinary. With the help of Song You, Master Yi's spell to save people from trouble almost benefits Han.

Everyone in Su Bing Qianfang, regardless of whether the illness is mild or severe.

The disease that should be delayed has also been delayed.

In this regard, mages were once unable to contribute much.

The group no longer needs to stay in Hansu for a long time.

It's just that the patients in the sick center still like to surround Master Yi and listen to his chanting and sermons. Master Yi is also very patient. No matter how tired he is, he still takes care of the mood of these people and patiently talks to them about Buddhism, compassion and kindness.

The way of goodness.

Song You often just watched from one side.

Not to mention he is a fake Taoist priest, even if he is a real Taoist priest or a god from heaven, he cannot be stopped at this time.

There are monks in Hansu, and there are Taoists elsewhere.

Who will prosper and who will decline in the future is hard to say.

…

The sixteenth day, early in the morning.

"brush!"

A calico cat jumped down from the wall, ignored the patients and pedestrians everywhere, walked through the crowd with small steps, and quickly got to the Taoist's side.

The fat monk also sat with the Taoist.

"Miss Sanhua is back?"

"Yes."

Song You turned his head to look at her, reached out to touch her head, and then looked up at the sky.

Today's time of year is quite appropriate.

Not long after, someone came to deliver meals.

Most of the people who were responsible for distributing meals and medicines in Bingqianfang were minor officials in the original yamen, and a middle-aged man named Jin was among them. He was still alive under the care of Song You and the monks.

"Sir, master..."

When Song You and Master Yi came here, they realized that today's meal was different from the past.

Breakfast is mostly gruel, but today it is much thicker. You can still see some minced meat in the porridge. Each person is also given a piece of white flour steamed bun. It is distributed to the monks. Because the monks do not eat meat, the subordinates who distribute the rice will

I gave him two pieces of steamed buns and a specially prepared vegetable bun.

The middle-aged man named Jin looked around, took out a piece of blood sausage and a few pieces of dried meat from his sleeve, and handed it to Song You. He also took out a piece of persimmon from the other sleeve and handed it to the monk.

"This is sent by my brother. It is all from my heart. Please be sure to accept it."

"Thank you very much."

Song You accepted it generously.

The monk next to him wanted to refuse, but seeing that the Taoist took it easily, he reluctantly accepted it.

Then he took two pieces of white flour steamed buns and vegetable buns, looked left and right, and then asked in confusion: "Why does it seem to be different today?"

"Master, don't you know what time it is today?"

"But I don't know."

"..."

Song You smiled.

It seems that Hezhou was too miserable. He traveled back to the county and devoted himself to helping people, so he forgot about the time.

So he said to him: "Today is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month in the fifth year of Mingde, and it is already New Year's Eve."

"ah……"

The monk couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he was filled with emotions.

“It’s New Year’s Eve!”

"New Year's Eve is the perfect time to eliminate the epidemic."

"But it's not finished yet..."

The monk still had some worry on his face. He opened the steamed bun in his hand and put it down casually, intending to pass it to the cat to eat.

However, the cat just lowered its head and sniffed, glanced at him, then decisively turned its head towards the Taoist, ate the dried meat from the Taoist's hand, and while eating, turned back to look at the monk.

"When will the master leave?"

"It's also today."

"Then we'll just go together."

"Ha ha."

"Eat quickly."

Song You also distributed the dried meat and blood sausage to the swordsman.

Dried meat is just ordinary air-dried meat, while blood sausage seems to be a specialty of Hansu. It is probably something he can only afford to eat during the holidays, but he is an outsider and is not used to eating it.

Song You finished the meat porridge in several mouthfuls, distributed the blood sausages to the elderly people in the sick house, returned to the house, packed his bags, and prepared to leave with the monks.

Suddenly, Bingqianfang became lively.

The Taoist and the monks lived in a room in the middle of Bingqianfang. It was only a few dozen feet away from here to the entrance of the Fangqianfang, but an unknown number of patients gathered there, and more and more patients gathered there.

Anyone who could still walk gathered on both sides and watched each other off along the street.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

"Where will Master go from now on?"

"Thank you sir and master..."

"Sir, he is a god descended to earth..."

"The master is a true Bodhisattva..."

"I kowtow to my husband and master."

"Sir and Master have been so kind to me, and I'm afraid I will never be able to repay you in this life."

Chaotic sounds came and went from both sides.

Monks and Taoists behave differently.

The monk will reply to them one by one very patiently, telling them why he is leaving and where he will go next, comforting their hearts, and saying goodbye to them one by one. If he meets someone who salutes, he will return the salute one by one. If he encounters people who kneel and kowtow,

They all hurriedly helped her, taking the trouble and painstaking efforts. If someone took off their jewelry and offered it as a gift, they all refused. Instead, they gave the vegetable dumplings that they were reluctant to eat in the morning to a young child who had recently contracted the disease.

The Taoist priest was much quieter, just walking through it, looking at the people on both sides with a pair of calm eyes, experiencing this moment, thoughtfully.

This was really a scene he had rarely experienced.

After all, the road is not long. No matter how slow you go, you will reach the end soon.

"Amitabha, it's cold outside. Don't stay too long. Please come back." The monk turned around and stood at the door of Bingqianfang, facing everyone, clasping his hands and saluting deeply, "The poor monk took the first step. I wish all the donors present

Everyone can be cured. With the blessing of the Buddha, there will be no disease or disaster in this life. There is no need to think too much. The world is so big that doing good will naturally be of the same mind."

"I'm also taking my leave."

In comparison, the Taoist's words are much shorter.
To be continued...