"Miracle, is this what you are talking about?"
Pei Hu held a cylinder wrapped tightly with oil paper in his hand. He twisted the thin wire on the top and lit it with a flint.
There was a muffled "buzz" sound, and the sky above the open space at the entrance of the village was filled with red clouds, which merged with the red in the village that had not yet faded away.
The villagers looked confused and looked up at the sky, unable to recover for a long time.
"If you haven't seen enough, you can come again."
Pei Hu smiled and took out two more paper tubes. "We have plenty of these. We found more than ten of them."
Villager: "..."
No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to see that the so-called "blessing" that only appears through miracles is nothing but something created by tricks.
However, the brainwashing they have been undergoing has made them unwilling to waver in their trust in the Holy Lady.
After all, miracles may be fake, but the help that the Holy Lady brings to them is real!
The Holy Lady had saved people’s lives right in front of them!
Thinking of this, the slight doubt in his mind immediately disappeared, and his eyes towards the Wei family, Pei Hu and others became unfriendly again.
"Who are you?"
"You made these things on purpose to discredit the Saint, right?"
"The Saint Lady wanted to bless you just now, but you are so mean to repay kindness with evil!"
"Tsk, do you still believe in this saint?" Pei Hu rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"You are not allowed to slander the Saint Lady!"
"Mr. Huang from our village had a rash all over his body and was about to die this morning. Wasn't it the Saint Lady who saved him with her magic?"
"You don't understand the Saint Lady's abilities at all!"
Doctor Yu stroked his graying beard and looked at the Saint with a curious look in his eyes, "Does the Saint know medical skills?"
"I am not a talented person, but I have been practicing medicine for more than 40 years, and I am good at treating rare and difficult diseases. I wonder where the old man Huang you mentioned is. Would you like me to take your pulse and diagnose something?"
"Doctor Yu, don't bother me." Pei Hu threw away the paper tubes and grabbed a Taoist priest in a white robe next to the saint.
The other party wanted to resist, but Pei Hu grabbed his chin with a slap and pinched his mouth open.
Feng Ping took out a paper bag from his arms, opened it, and poured half of the medicine powder inside into the mouth of the Taoist priest in white robe.
After the two men let go of their hands, the Taoist priest in white robes hurriedly reached out to dig his throat and retched repeatedly, as if he wanted to spit out the medicine powder.
Unfortunately, when Pei Hu pinched his chin, he used some skill, and the medicine powder had already slid down his throat into his stomach, so it was not so easy to spit it out.
Seeing that inducing vomiting failed, the Taoist priest in white robes was filled with despair. He fell to his knees in front of the Saint, "Saint, save me!"
The villagers were confused. At first glance, it seemed that these outsiders had deliberately poisoned the guardian of the saint. It seemed reasonable for the guardian to ask the saint for help. After all, the saint had the extraordinary ability to bring the dead back to life.
But the saint subconsciously took half a step back.
Wei Yunlan asked, "Why didn't the Saint save him?"
The saint looked away, not daring to look directly into Wei Yunlan's eyes that seemed to know everything, and she secretly thought something was wrong.
Isn't the Wei family just an ordinary imperial censor's family? Why are there so many powerful people around them?
If I had known...
If they had known this earlier, they would not have been so bold as to target the Wei family.
How will this end?
The situation has far exceeded Su Xin's control.
But after a moment, someone noticed that red rashes began to appear on the neck of the Taoist priest in white robe, and soon some appeared on his face as well.
At the same time, people who were nearby seemed to hear that his breathing became much faster.
"Look, isn't that rash the same as the one on Mr. Huang's body..."
"It's true. Mr. Huang was like this this morning, too. He couldn't breathe and his face and neck were red from holding his breath."
While everyone was discussing, the Taoist priest in white robes was on the verge of collapse. He waved his hands to drive away several white-robed people who wanted to come over to support him, and then he rushed forward and grabbed the Saint's shoes tightly, begging: "Saint, save me! Quickly take out the antidote!"
"I don't want to die, give me the antidote!"
"Antidote?"
"What's the antidote?"
The villagers who had been bragging about the saint's achievements not long ago finally began to realize the problem.
If the poison just now was really fed by these outsiders, why did they ask the saint for the antidote? Shouldn't they ask these outsiders for it?
Exactly the same disease, and an antidote that only the saint can provide.
A series of clues connected together in his mind, and some villagers whose faith was not strong enough reacted immediately.
"Mr. Huang is not sick, he is poisoned, and the poison was given by the Saint!"
"She doesn't know any magic to bring the dead back to life!"
"The miracles are fake, saving lives is fake, you liars!"
It was okay for Mr. Huang, since he was rescued after all. However, in the nearby villages, there were many children who died after praying because they were not lucky enough.
The villagers were furious, and they immediately turned their anger towards the Wei family and directed it at the saint.
"Quick, quick, cover the Saint and let her escape." The people of the Holy Moon Sect hurriedly surrounded the Saint, wanting to cover her and help her escape from the encirclement.
But it’s too late now.
There are more than a hundred villagers?
Previously, it was only the able-bodied men in the village who had blocked the Wei family's carriage and prevented them from leaving. But now that they heard that the Saint and the Saint Moon Cult were the culprits who killed the children in the village, even the women ran out, and the crowd surrounded them in three layers, making it difficult to even move, let alone escape.
What's more, the martial arts of the white-robed Taoists of the Holy Moon Sect are far inferior to those of the Tianshu Pavilion, even Dong Da and Liu Quan are not as good as them.
It was really difficult for them to rescue the saint when they were surrounded by hundreds of people.
Outside the crowd.
Qi Xu had returned to the carriage and ordered, "When the villagers have vented their anger, take the people away, but don't beat them to death."
"yes."
The villagers were still surrounding the Holy Moon Cult and attacking them. In the crowd, the head of Xiqi Village came to the Wei family and apologized with shame on his face.
"I'm sorry for the rudeness of the villagers before. I hope you can forgive me."
After the apology, the next step is to say thank you.
"Thanks to you for waking us up, otherwise I don't know how many people would have died in their hands in the future. Although the saint is a liar, she said one thing, your family is really a great meritorious person!"
After a while, the saint was led out of the crowd by the people from Tianshu Pavilion. She no longer looked as graceful as before, but was in a disheveled state, with even a rotten vegetable leaf on her head.
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