Chapter 566: Herbal Balls with Rough Craftsmanship
The old man with the goatee showed a contemptuous smile in his eyes. It was too naive to attack him in such a despicable way.
His physical body is tyrannical, and his body-protecting immortal power is so strong that even ordinary immortal weapons have difficulty breaking through his defense, so he has no fear of such soft and weak attacks.
Of course, with his status, he would not let a young person succeed in his attack.
However.
Although the kicking foot was not fast, it contained an indescribable power, and he could not stop it at all.
What frightened him even more was that neither his body-protecting immortal power nor his tyrannical body could block this kick, and his little brother suffered a devastating blow.
Snap!
The sound of chickens flying and eggs breaking was heard.
The smile on the face of the old man with the goatee suddenly froze, his pupils dilated, his body arched, and his mouth opened wide enough to hold a fist.
He covered his crotch, fell heavily to the ground, and then let out a shrill scream.
"Old pervert, you feel good enough now."
Ji Mo snorted coldly, he hated this kind of shameless villain who took advantage of others.
Therefore, he was not polite at all and just kicked the old man's goatee off, leaving him squatting and peeing for the rest of his life.
When the surrounding males saw this scene, their scalps went numb and they subconsciously tightened their thighs.
Some people, looking at the old man with a goatee rolling and wailing on the ground, felt extremely relieved. Despicable people deserve this retribution.
"This young guy is still too young. He doesn't know the dangers of the world. How can good people be so easy to do? If you meddle in other people's business, you will only bring yourself disaster."
Someone in the crowd sneered, because he knew the identity of the old man with the goatee, but Ji Mo actually crippled the old man with the goatee, and there was no way he could survive.
The person next to him asked curiously: "Why, this old man has a prominent status and a great background?"
"The old man's status is not that big, but he gave birth to a good son, and now he is a Buddhist son of Xiaoleiyin Temple's generation. Because the father is more valuable than the son, everyone in the entire Paradise Plateau will give this old man some face."
"So what if you are a Buddhist? All living beings are equal before the Buddha. Although this is the territory of Xiaoleiyin Temple, we must be reasonable."
"Haha, be reasonable? It's best to pray that Xiao Leiyin Temple won't reason with you. What Xiao Leiyin Temple is best at is convincing people with reason. Do you know what will happen if Xiao Leiyin Temple tries to reason with you?
, the lighter ones will be converted and converted, while the severe ones will consider themselves guilty of serious sins and commit suicide to apologize."
"Ah...that's terrible!"
The conversation between the two was also heard by people nearby, causing a commotion.
Soon, someone looked at Ji Mo with sympathy and sighed.
What kind of world is this when good people are not rewarded?
Some people rolled their eyes and gathered around to yell at Ji Mo for cruelly sneaking up on an old man, which was inhumane.
Then, he pretended to be a good-hearted person and took the old man with the goatee away for treatment, making up his mind to take the opportunity to curry favor with him.
Some ugly human nature is most vividly displayed at this moment.
Ji Mo ignored these villains and was already carefully examining the body of the child in the young woman's arms.
The child's eyes were tightly closed, he was breathless, and his little face was devoid of any color. He was obviously extremely ill.
"Sister, don't worry. There's nothing wrong with the child. I'll just give him a few injections and he'll be fine."
Ji Mo comforted the tearful woman, took out the silver needle from his arms, and began to rescue her.
"Sir, can you really save my child?"
The woman stopped crying and grabbed Ji Mo's arm excitedly, her eyes glowing with hope.
"This little baby can't be saved."
Someone nearby poured cold water on him and said bluntly: "The little baby's condition has been delayed for such a long time, and his qi and blood have declined, and the oil has dried up. Unless he takes a heaven-defying elixir like the Nine Transformations Elixir, he may have a chance of survival.
To say that a few injections will cure the disease is either a quack or a boaster..."
However, before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud cry.
In this short period of time, Ji Mo had completed the treatment and took back the silver needle.
But the child had woken up from his coma, his face was red, and he was crying loudly.
And the crying became more and more vigorous, full of energy, and it looked like the oil was running out.
The person who poured cold water on the child was immediately dumbfounded. He also knew a little bit about medical skills and knew that the child was not recovering, but was really cured.
Moreover, his body is extremely full of blood and energy, and his breath of life is extremely strong.
"The magic hand of rejuvenation is amazing!"
He looked at Ji Mo with eyes that suddenly became filled with admiration.
"That's great. My son is fine. My son's illness has really been cured."
The young woman cried with joy. Holding her child in her arms, she was about to kowtow to Ji Mo to thank her, but she was held back by Ji Mo.
Doctors are kind-hearted, and being able to help others is a happy thing for Ji Mo.
"Miracle doctor, please save my life."
"Miracle doctor, if you are willing to cure me, I am willing to work as an ox or a horse to repay your kindness."
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Crowds of people surged around, surrounding Ji Mo and pleading.
Almost all of them suffer from intractable diseases and come here specifically to seek medical treatment. However, the master in the temple only treats one person every day, and he saves whoever pays the most, which makes them miserable.
Now, they see hope in Ji Mo.
Ji Mo sighed. He happened to have a lot of herbal balls that he made when he was bored on the road, so he took them out and distributed them to everyone.
Then, ride on the four different beasts and leave here quickly.
"A herbal pill, the miracle doctor just sent it to us indiscriminately?"
Some people were full of doubts, thinking that Ji Mo had no intention of treating them.
The herbal balls are about the size of a finger, and the workmanship is rough and unremarkable. Apart from exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, they don't seem to have anything to do with elixirs.
"Hmph, a doctor of this level pays a sky-high price for consultations that we can't afford. How could he condescend to treat us at a lower price? Just for the sake of reputation, he used some worthless straw balls to sway us."
Someone was so angry that he threw the pills in his hand on the ground, and then trampled them to pieces.
He doesn't think this crap can cure illnesses.
"That's right. The key to treating a disease is to prescribe the right medicine. He gave us all the same pills. He had bad intentions."
Many people were so angry that they also trampled the pills to pieces.
"You are talking nonsense and don't understand the good people's hearts. Mr. is not such a person at all."
The young woman couldn't stand these people humiliating Ji Mo and tried her best to refute.
Ji Mo stood up for her and even treated her child for free. With such a bodhisattva heart, how could he let these ungrateful people tarnish his reputation?
"I believe in miracle doctors."
Some people simply swallowed the pills and used actions to support Ji Mo.
After a while, glowing light surged from his body, life essence spurted out, and the stubborn ailments that had plagued him for many years were quickly and completely eliminated.
Living facts prove that this humble herbal pill has amazing medicinal effects.
Others were so excited that they swallowed the herbal pills one after another, and the lesions on their bodies slowly dissipated.
"The medicinal properties of this herbal pill are probably no worse than the Nine Transformations Elixir!"
Someone knowledgeable can make such a judgment.
Everyone was in an uproar, and they gave away so many herbal pills that were comparable to the Nine-turn Elixir. This kind of generosity was really too arrogant!
The miracle doctor was indeed a living Bodhisattva. After he was done, he took off his clothes and hid his merits and fame, without leaving even a name.
And those who trampled the herbal balls to pieces had their intestines turned green and wanted to slap themselves in the mouth.
They judged a gentleman with a villain's heart, and finally suffered retribution and harmed themselves.