Chapter 141: Studying Medicine Can't Save Qijia Village
Tongming Valley is not far from Yuhang Town.
Li Chu and the young doctor set out together after lunch. At dusk, they arrived at a village in front of the valley.
Traveling with the young miracle doctor made Li Chu quite nervous.
I have to keep a close eye on him all the time, for fear that he might pull out a knife and stab me at any time.
Although ordinary swords and knives cannot break his defense.
But what if?
He clearly remembered reading in the news that those who studied medicine were all experts in using knives.
They originally planned to go into the mountains to collect herbs overnight and then return quickly, but this village attracted their attention.
Because here, every family wears mourning clothes.
Looking around, there were eighty or ninety households in a village, and forty or fifty of them were wrapped in white cloth and there were sounds of crying.
This is obviously not normal.
Li Chu looked with his mind's eyes and did not see any evil energy lingering around, which meant that there was no evil spirit here at the moment.
He was a little curious, so he discussed it with the young doctor and walked into the village.
The village was well-groomed, and every household raised a lot of livestock and poultry, and it seemed that life was pretty good. There was no famine or war, and it wasn't a year of famine, so it was a bit strange that so many people died at the same time.
"Is there a plague?" the little doctor muttered.
As I was thinking this, I saw a house in front of me with many people gathered in the yard.
He walked forward and called out through the gate, "Fellow countryman! I'm a doctor passing by. Can I come in and have a chat?"
A child came to open the door, looked at Li Chu's attire and the little doctor's medicine box, and ran back: "Grandpa, Grandpa, a Taoist priest and a doctor are here!"
"Ah! Then maybe your mother can be saved."
A neatly dressed old man walked out of the house, followed by a large group of people who should be his children and family members.
The old man looked at Li Chu who looked calm, and then looked at the young doctor who was eager to try.
Then he stepped forward and held Li Chu's hand: "Little Taoist priest, do you have any magic power? Can you help us?"
Li Chu said: "My dear father-in-law, I am indeed a cultivator. You can tell me what you have encountered."
"That's great. My daughter-in-law is dying. Please come and do the ritual!"
As he said this, he led the two of them into the house.
I saw a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, her face in pain and unconscious.
Li Chu used his mind to observe her and felt that her breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which would go out at any time, but he did not notice anything unusual.
At this time, the young doctor coughed twice and said, "Old man, maybe she is ill. Instead of asking the Taoist priest to perform a ritual, why not ask the doctor to take a look at her first?"
"Doctor?" The old man frowned. "It's useless! If medical treatment was useful, more than 50 people wouldn't have died in our village! She must be in this state because of a ghost!"
Li Chu immediately asked, "Did all the deceased people in your village die in this way?"
"Yes." The old man sighed and replied, "They all suddenly fell into a coma and died within a day. In the past two months, one person died every day, just like the King of Hell calling on us. I burn incense and pray to Buddha at home every day, but I didn't expect it would be our turn!"
After listening to him talk in detail for a long time, the two of them finally knew the details.
Originally, this place was called Qijia Village. It is said that their ancestors migrated here from Tiannanzhou and were a branch of the Qi family among the Seven Families of Tiannan. The villagers have always been proud of this.
Life here has always been good, but in the last fifty or sixty days, people suddenly started dying strangely in the village.
At first no one noticed it, but after two whole months, there was one every day, no more, no less, it was too strange.
After listening to this, Li Chu seemed to be thinking about something.
Indeed, a few days could be a coincidence, but if one person died every day for nearly two months, there must be something fishy.
The little doctor rubbed his hands and said, "Is it a disease? Let me take a look first."
The old man gave him a look of disdain and said, "Okay, be gentle."
"I know." The young doctor waved his hand, sat down beside the bed, and placed two fingers on the patient's pulse.
As soon as his pulse was taken, his expression instantly became focused.
After a while, he withdrew his fingers and came to his senses.
"How is it?" the old man asked, still a little nervous.
The little doctor smiled: "It's okay."
"Ah?" There was an uproar all around, some were surprised, some were delighted, and some people were about to smile.
Then the little doctor said, "I just took the time to calculate, and it is an auspicious day for burial in seven days. Although your daughter-in-law is beyond saving, the day you chose for yourself is still a good one."
"Um?"
When the old man heard this, his blood suddenly rushed to his head and he wanted to pick up the broom by the door, but was stopped by his relatives.
The little doctor ignored the noise over there and said to Li Chu in a low voice, "I just checked. Her three souls are dim, her seven spirits are vague, and her qi and blood are weak. It seems like she died of natural causes. She is just a little young, but... if she was overworked, it is not impossible. I didn't see too many abnormalities."
The soul is weak, the qi and blood are exhausted...
Li Chu thought about it and said, "Let me give it a try."
The young doctor was startled: "You also know medical skills?"
Li Chu shook his head and said, "I just learned a small magical power of recovery."
The little doctor muttered, "It's probably useless. Your magic skills can't replace medicine..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Chu had already picked up the small Bodhi mantra.
call out--
With a flash of light, the whole room was suddenly filled with the light of the sun. Everyone who was illuminated by this light felt warm and comfortable all over.
"This is the Bodhisattva!" an old man shouted and immediately fell to his knees.
Immediately, a group of people knelt down.
Especially the middle-aged woman who was exposed to the small sun at close range, her face gradually became rosy and her breath gradually became stronger. When Li Chu put away the small Bodhi mantra, she actually opened her eyes!
He even flopped down to the ground and cried, "Why am I here? Wasn't I in the field?"
A crowd of people came up, the husband called her wife, the child called her mother, and they went to explain to her without saying anything.
More people, led by the old man, surrounded Li Chu and knelt down to worship him: "Little Taoist priest, you are really a living Bodhisattva!"
This made Li Chu very embarrassed. He quickly helped them up and said, "They are just some small magical powers, not worth mentioning."
The little doctor also opened his mouth wide: "You call this... a small magical power of recovery?"
"You're almost back to life, right?!"
Li Chu said calmly: "It can only temporarily help people improve their blood and qi. If we don't find the root cause of the disease, we still can't solve the problems in the village."
The young doctor couldn't listen to him. He murmured and shook his head: "Learning medicine can't save Qijia Village."
After all the trouble, it was already dark.
The grateful family planned to kill chickens and sheep and entertain Li Chu and his companions.
But they were in a hurry to go back into the mountains to retrieve the magic herb, so they only promised to stay here for the night when they came back, and then walked out the door.
As soon as I went out, I saw fires everywhere on the roadside in the village. Almost every household was burning paper money in the brazier.
It is understandable for families who have a funeral to burn paper, but even families who don’t have a funeral do it too.
That's strange.
Beside the ancient road in the mountain village, the red fire reflects the yellow money, and the scene is indescribably strange.
Li Chu couldn't help but ask: "Father, what are they doing?"
“This…” The old man’s expression became a little strange, and he sighed: “Alas, they are offering sacrifices to the daughter of the Luo family.”
I've been feeling dizzy these past few days. I hope I can recover tomorrow. Good night.
(End of this chapter)
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