Aunt Hua came out and was about to kneel before Yun Qingluo again, but Yun Qingluo stopped her.
"Auntie, get up quickly. It's freezing cold, and you still have to take care of Xiaomu. Please don't get sick."
After speaking softly, Yun Qingluo glanced around the courtyard and, seeing no one else, asked in a low voice, "Auntie, why haven't I seen Xiaomu's father?"
Aunt Hua, who had stopped crying, started crying again. "My husband's life-saving food was taken by bandits. He went to the yamen to report it to the authorities, but he never came out. Waaah, Your Highness, that corrupt official is no good. Please, Your Highness, do justice for the villagers of Yuanshan Village!"
Yun Qingluo asked, "Isn't anyone going to take care of them? The local government is unfair, why don't they report it to the provincial government?"
"But we still need to make it to the provincial capital alive. Your Highness doesn't know, but that corrupt official has bandits kill anyone who goes to the provincial capital to report to the authorities. That's why everyone is afraid and can only endure it."
Yun Qingluo was furious. This was the kind of official who served the people, doing nothing but bad things. His Achen was leading his soldiers to fight to the death to protect the safety of the people.
It turned out that the ones who truly harmed the common people were the officials appointed by the imperial court.
Yun Ziyu has a bad temper and is prone to making rash decisions.
"These corrupt officials are acting recklessly because the emperor is far away. How is their behavior any different from that of bandits and Japanese pirates? It makes me so angry! My brother even stopped me from killing that corrupt official."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo glanced helplessly at her stubborn second brother and slowly said, "Second brother, the imperial court has its own laws. You killed that corrupt official without a clear explanation, and now you're facing a murder charge. Do you want to make Father and Mother worry?"
Yun Qingluo turned around and took out two porcelain bottles from her sleeve. "The medicine inside is for Xiaomu. Take one pill twice a day. Once he finishes taking it, he will be cured."
Aunt Hua accepted the porcelain bottle with both hands, thanked her repeatedly, and called Yun Qingluo a living Bodhisattva. Yun Qingluo smiled helplessly to herself.
She had witnessed the villagers' sincerity before; if you treat her well, she will be genuinely grateful.
Yun Qingluo then pulled out half a jin of rice from her other pocket, a move that stunned Yun Ziyu.
"Auntie, please use this rice to cook porridge for Xiaomu. I'll have someone bring some more food later."
"Your Highness, this is unacceptable. You saved Xiao Mu's life, and I am already deeply grateful. How can I take your food?" Aunt Hua's eyes glistened with tears of gratitude.
“Just take it when Luo Luo tells you to. Your son is sick right now and needs to eat properly,” Yun Ziyu said, noticing the hint of helplessness in Yun Qingluo’s eyes.
Yun Qingluo glanced gratefully at Yun Ziyu; she didn't particularly like scenes of people expressing excessive gratitude.
After giving a few more instructions, Yun Qingluo saw that Mo Feng had already repaired the roof, so she turned around and walked back.
On the way, I suddenly heard the mechanical voice of the medical system say:
"Congratulations on gaining 1 merit point."
Yun Qingluo stopped in shock. Yun Ziyu noticed and, thinking that Yun Qingluo was not feeling well, hurriedly asked with concern, "Luoluo, what's wrong?"
Yun Qingluo suppressed her shock and shook her head. "It's a bit cold, Second Brother, let's go back quickly."
Back in the courtyard, Yun Qingluo was still unable to calm down. She said she was tired and went back to her room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yun Qingluo was thinking about things.
The professor once said that the medical system can trigger merit points, and merit can transcend life and death and escape the three realms.
Furthermore, once merit points are triggered, the merit shop can be opened, where you can exchange them for items of equivalent value.
In the modern world, she saved so many people without triggering any merit points, but in this life she did, which Yun Qingluo couldn't understand.
"Xiao Yi, why did the medical system trigger the Merit Mall?" Yun Qingluo asked the medical system manager telepathically.
Xiao Yi's mechanical voice carried a hint of surprise. Yun Qingluo was astonished; having lived three lifetimes, this was the first time she had ever seen Xiao Yi's voice express any other emotion.
“Master, in your past life you practiced medicine and saved lives, accumulating good deeds and cultivating blessings. In this life, what you just did is cultivating merit, which is why it will trigger merit points.”
"Is there any difference? They sound the same," Yun Qingluo asked curiously.
"Practicing medicine and saving lives accumulates merit and good deeds. If you are not attached to the form, you will have good fortune. Once you are attached to the form, your mind will not be pure, and what you cultivate will become blessings."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Yun Qingluo still didn't understand; it was as if she hadn't understood at all.
"The master first performed medical treatment and saved lives, and he was always paid. He received payment from the hospital and from the patients' families outside. People whom the master saved unintentionally would also come to repay him afterward. This cause and effect cancel each other out."
"You mean that Aunt Hua not giving me any reward is a good deed?" Yun Qingluo's tone was somewhat strange.
So the reason she didn't trigger the merit system in her previous life was because she accepted money?
Xiao Yi denied it, saying, "Master saved Aunt Hua's son just now not for any purpose. It was just a simple act of not wanting to see someone die. He did a good deed and didn't think about whether it was good or evil. It left no trace in his mind, just as if he had never done it. Master's lack of attachment to the good deed he just did is itself a merit."
Yun Qingluo slowly understood.
It is said that Emperor Wu of Liang built countless temples throughout the country to accumulate merit, supporting hundreds of thousands of monks.
He once asked Bodhidharma, "I have built so many temples and supported so many monks. My merits must be great."
Bodhidharma, however, told him that there was no merit involved.
Because Emperor Wu of Liang was not pure of heart, he was attached to fame and fortune. He had not let go of personal gains and losses, and he was concerned about whether he could gain merit from doing this. Therefore, he was attached to appearances, and all he could have was good fortune.
Yun Qingluo sighed. It turned out that accumulating merit was so difficult.
She only went to save the child because she couldn't bear to see him die, without ever thinking about what she would gain. Unexpectedly, her good deeds were rewarded.
Yun Qingluo was also somewhat pleased. She focused her mind on the Merit Mall, wanting to see what she could exchange for there.
But the mall was completely grayed out. "Xiao Yi, why is this?"
Xiao Yi said, "Master, although you have started to accumulate merit points and opened the merit shop, you will need to reach ten merit points to truly open the shop. Then you will be able to see the items that can be exchanged inside."
Yun Qingluo was not disappointed when she heard this. The old man had said that if merit points were triggered and accumulated to a certain level, one could transcend life and death and enter and leave the Three Realms.
She didn't know if the Three Realms actually existed in this world, but it sounded pretty awesome. She was already quite satisfied with being able to trigger merit points.
The door suddenly opened, and Yun Qingluo came to her senses. She saw that it was Mo Beichen who came in, stood up, walked over, and took the wheelchair from Mo Feng.
"I'll be fine here, you can go and do your work." After saying that, Yun Qingluo pushed Mo Beichen in and closed the door.
Mo Beichen suddenly reached out and pulled Yun Qingluo onto his lap amidst her gasp, holding her tightly.
A deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of worry, "Luo Luo, are you feeling unwell?"
He had just finished discussing with his elder brother how to handle matters between the government office and the bandits when he rushed over to see Yun Qingluo.
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