Kong Hanan is now a person of status.

As the Lord of the Underworld, how can you not keep your word?

It must not be possible...

He thought of the previous Zhong Shubai incident. He just accidentally discovered a person who was about to die. He mentioned it casually, and the ghosts in the underworld, the ghost catchers and the ghost messengers, caught the person in time.

Now I just mentioned it as a joke, what if Li San challenges his limits for no reason?

He remembered watching a foreign movie in his previous life, in which a foreigner accidentally learned that he could live a long life, so he started to perform various suicidal challenges through live broadcasts.

If Li San really plays tricks on him, his lord would lose all his face.

Li San and Li San have the same pronunciation. If he hadn't been a volunteer in Wancheng, this first impression would have seemed unreliable.

No, a hell for self-harm and suicide must be arranged!

Li San blinked.

"I don't even have the right to die?"

Look, is this what a human being would say?

Young man, I think you are more suitable to be a ghost messenger in the underworld!

Thinking of the tight staffing in the underworld, Kong Hanan didn't say this to him, but scolded him with a serious face.

"Your body and hair are gifts from your parents. To damage them without reason is unfilial. If you do this, you are unfilial and will certainly be punished after death."

The two Confucianists' eyes lit up.

Oh, it tastes just right!

The doctors in the medical family were also very satisfied. They were the ones who snatched lives from the hands of death, and they did not like the idea of ​​giving up life.

They surrounded Li San and talked to him all over, which made him confused.

I don't want to die, why are you scolding me?

They are all big shots, you can't afford to offend them, just listen.

…

The saint sent a messenger who could communicate with the underworld and control life and death. Now the news that there was hope for a cure for the plague spread like wildfire in Wancheng.

Another round of various forms of beings.

Some people spent all their money to seek treatment first, while others lay at the gate of the government office wailing in pain.

There was hope, and the queues in front of the clinic were getting longer and longer. Some people were not sick but were so scared that they slept on the floor just to join in the fun.

What's more, a doctor was recognized when buying tea because he liked to drink a bowl of herbal tea. For a while, herbal tea in Wancheng became hard to come by.

A painter painted this scene and named it Wancheng Purgatory.

Some writers wrote down this passage, cut off the beginning and the end, and exaggerated it to show their compassion for the world.

However, more and more people took to the streets, trying to restore order in the city, but they received neither their attention nor their praise.

Perhaps, people are only willing to see what they want to see.

Kong Hanan and others did not worry about these things.

The government office worked with all its might, and within one day, all the illegal stalls were cleared out and a simple altar was set up in Wancheng's most prosperous market square.

Many medical clinics and pharmacies have also quietly started to stock up on health-preserving medicinal herbs.

There are always people who do things, but most of them are silent.

The suggestion for opening the altar was put forward by the old doctor and perfected by Meng Yu and Zhang Xuan.

As wise as they were, they also felt guilty about the simplicity of Qiao Daoling's talisman paper, let alone the panicked and irrational crowd?

The grander the scene, the more at ease they feel.

Meng Yu even got a Taoist robe that looked very fashionable from somewhere.

The Taoist robe has gold edges and silver threads, and it is obviously a high-quality product. Low-level monks are not worthy of wearing it.

The moment Kong Hanan saw the Taoist robe, he saluted Meng Yu.

It seems that Confucianism has had a profound influence on Taoism.

Logically speaking, Kong Hanan has always been low-key and would not show off in public like this, but he agreed this time.

Anyway, it wasn't him who did it.

Logically speaking, he is already the Lord of the Mansion, so shouldn't someone else do this little thing for him?

The Taoist robe was finally worn by Qiao Daoling.

It’s true that clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. The once timid woodcutter Ba has now been transformed into a Taoist robe. Although he looks a bit androgynous, he also looks like an immortal.

Another day, at the end of July, Master Qiao started a ritual.

The market in Wancheng was crowded with people.

They no longer worry about being infected.

Because, the legendary Lord of the Underworld has spoken, and the people of Wancheng will no longer die from the plague.

Candles were lit on the high altar. Although it was dark and they couldn't see clearly, the ethereal figure of Master Qiao dancing with a wooden sword in hand gave them great comfort.

Sometimes there were evil winds blowing, and occasionally green flames flickered. In silence, the dark night became even deeper. Kong Hanan turned the ring, and the fog of war combined with the black fog inherited from Emperor Yan Ting was unexpectedly useful.

Meng Yu was unrestrained and also joined the atmosphere group. With his talent displayed, the faint "Tao Te Ching" floated in the square.

The crowd was soothed by the Holy Word and slightly affected by the black fog, and gradually calmed down.

The cold wind blew up many talismans, which flew all over the sky, but mysteriously fell neatly under the altar.

The crowd watching was startled.

The yamen runners were already waiting here, and Li San brought some volunteers to maintain order and spread the rules.

"Five pecks of rice in exchange for a talisman, and the talisman will cure the disease!"

This was Zhang Xuan's suggestion. He was in charge and often dealt with merchants and ordinary people. He knew that interests were the most important factor in stabilizing people's hearts.

People, after experiencing the impulse of youth, will become less likely to believe in benefits that come for free.

Most people in Wancheng could afford five dou of rice, and when they had enough, they would open the granaries and distribute grain to help the poor.

It is the way to take from the people and use it for the people.

Kong Hanan felt strange at first, five dou of rice, Daoling...

But then he thought, since he already had the Black and White Impermanence, a Heavenly Master wouldn't be a big deal, so he smiled without saying anything. This made Zhang Xuan feel that the Lord of the Underworld, the Supervisor of the Human World, could not be measured by age, and was simply unfathomable.

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