Mo Liansheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Build me a statue and hide the emperor!"
His youngest son was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Father is really smart."
After the holy statue was completed, on a dark night, Mo Liansheng, his children and several loyal servants went to the West Mountain, intending to move Dugu Jie out of the West Mountain and hide him in the holy statue.
However, before his death, Dugu Jie hugged Nangong Xian too tightly, and they were unable to separate the two.
The youngest son frowned, speechlessly looking at the two people who died in each other's arms on the icy bed. He even wanted to find a saw to cut off Dugu Jie's hand! "Father, what should we do?"
Mo Liansheng stared at Nangong Xian's face, and suddenly recalled the scene when he was a teenager in Beiye Mountain and was rescued by General Nangong. So many years have passed, but when he recalled that scene, Mo Liansheng still felt palpitations for Nangong Xian.
After a long silence, Mo Liansheng said, "Move them all away."
The youngest son was shocked and said hurriedly: "Father, Nangong Xian is full of treasures, we can't waste them!"
"I say, move them all out."
Not daring to disobey his father's orders, the youngest son took his men and carried the bodies of Nangong Xian and Dugu Jie out of the cold pond, hiding them in the holy statue under cover of night...
Emperor Shengping had not received any letters from the retired emperor for a long time, and suspected that the retired emperor had been murdered, so he ordered a thorough investigation of the matter across the country.
On the day when the statue of Mo Liansheng was completed, people from the imperial court came and searched Yaowang Valley, but they did not find the whereabouts of the retired emperor, so they left.
After seeing off the imperial court officials, Mo Liansheng suddenly pressed down the stone lion in front of the Mo clan's gate and began to cough with his head down.
His youngest son asked worriedly, "Father, are you feeling bad again?"
During the year the statue was being built, Mo Liansheng suddenly became extremely thin, coughed frequently, and felt a sharp pain in his bones, as if they were touching ice.
Lately, his hands and feet have been losing control, and his internal organs have been aching for unknown reasons. Sometimes his head hurts so much that he wants to bang his head against the wall...
Mo Liansheng knew that he was sick, but he didn't know what illness he had. He was a doctor and had encountered many difficult and complicated diseases, but none of them was as torturous as the one he was suffering from now.
If Doctor Zhou were here, he would definitely know what illness Mo Liansheng had. Mo Liansheng wasn't sick; he had been poisoned by a venomous insect that was roaming around in his body, leaving poison wherever it went.
At first, Mo Liansheng would lose weight rapidly, then his bones would ache, and then his internal organs would rot. After his internal organs had rotted away, his skin would ulcerate as well.
And this process will last for nearly ten years!
This poisonous insect originated from the Western Regions. The Emperor had contracted this poison as a child. Later, after receiving treatment from Divine Doctor Zhou, the insect was forced out, but the poison in the Emperor's body remained.
Back then, Doctor Zhou wanted to burn the poisonous insect to death, but the young prince Dugu Jie took the poisonous insect back in a jade bottle. No one knew what he was going to do with the poisonous insect.
Who would have thought that he would secretly give this poisonous insect to Mo Liansheng!
Mo Liansheng shook his head and said, "I guess my illness can't be cured..." Mo Liansheng couldn't understand why he had this disease.
Mo Liansheng's prediction proved prophetic. His condition not only didn't improve, but actually worsened. He used to experience organ colic only once every two weeks, but the frequency increased, from once every two weeks to once every twelve days, and then to once every five days...
In the fourth year after Dugu Jie's death, Mo Liansheng had to endure the pain of his bones being gnawed by something and his heart being pierced by a knife every night.
Five years after Dugu Jie's death, he began to suffer from sores and itching. He had to scratch every half hour, and his skin became bumpy and covered with pus-filled sores.
Fearing that Dugu Jie's illness might be contagious, the disciples in the valley did not dare to see him. Dugu Jie stayed in his house like an old lonely man, staying there all day long.
In the seventh year after Dugu Jie's death, Mo Liansheng's mind became confused and he began to have hallucinations. He always dreamed that Nangong Xian and Dugu Jie were asking for his life in his dreams!
During the Ghost Festival that year, Mo Liansheng was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. He opened the door, held his head and ran out.
He rushed into the pitch-black night, kneeling and begging for mercy as he ran: "Your Majesty! General, please spare me! I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
"ah--"
Mo Liansheng missed a step and a bucket fell down the slope in front of the house.
The next morning, a group of young boys and girls came to the medicinal field to collect herbs. When they pulled away the herbs that were taller than the rice, they found Mo Liansheng's body in the field.
Mo Liansheng, a great medical saint, fell to his death in his own medicine field. When he died, his clothes were disheveled, his body was covered in pus, and a foul odor emanated from his wounds.
The stench was so strong that no one volunteered to change Mo Liansheng's burial clothes. Helplessly, his youngest son had kerosene poured next to Mo Liansheng's body and cremated it...
The flames in the medicinal fields dyed half the sky red. The statue Mo Liansheng had made for himself still looked down with compassion at everyone passing by Shensi Tower...
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