Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 99 The Plague Antidote
"on!"

The leader waved his hand, and several people on both sides slashed at him with their swords.

Maybe Yi Buhuo had to go through a lot of trouble when facing these people before, but now he has a completely new look!

With a gentle stomp of his feet, the true energy turned into ripples and surged out from under his feet. Wherever he passed, several people's feet exploded one after another, and they fell to the ground without making a sound, screaming.

The few people holding bows and arrows saw that something was wrong, and quickly loosened the bow strings, and the arrows shot out with a sound of breaking through the air.

Yi Buhuo waved his sleeves, and all the arrows were intercepted in the air and thrown back with his backhand.

The arrows blessed with zhenqi were a little faster, and they all fell down after being struck by the arrows before they had a chance to react.

"I don't even care about Liu Xi, how dare you go against me!"

I found a paper bag from a fanzi's waist and opened it to see a small pile of white powder.

"Is this the antidote?"

Just then the old monk cautiously poked his head out and threw the powder over.

"Master, please see if this is the antidote."

The crowd hiding here were frightened and fled in all directions. It took the old monk a long time to find a patient who was not in the advanced stage and asked him to swallow the powder.

"how do you feel?"

The man was scratching his body just now and seemed to be itching all over his body. After taking the medicine, there was no movement and his expression was no longer depressed.

"I'm not itchy anymore!"

"It looks like it does work."

The old monk nodded and took the antidote from the dead Fanzi.

"This is not enough. Not only this town, but also several nearby towns are infected. The young hero can save a few of us, but he cannot save those innocent people."

Yi Buhuo smiled slightly, "Master, don't worry, since there is an antidote, I have a way to cure this plague."

"Then please, young man!"

The old monk performed a Buddhist ritual. He was just an ordinary person. Secretly adopting a few patients and giving them a little water and rice was the limit. No more could be done.

Seeing Yi Buhuo showing off his power, I felt something in my heart. I just hoped that Yi Buhuo could find a way to pity these people.

"Don't worry, Master. I have always been dedicated to treating illnesses and saving people. How could I abandon these people?"

Yi Buhuo took a pack of antidote and stayed away for the time being. He needed to study the ingredients of the antidote and see what medicinal materials were used.

You should be able to mass-produce the antidote by using the medicinal materials on your body and your ability to prepare whatever you want.

Since the breakthrough in his internal strength, he found that the side effects of re-medicating the medicine have become much less severe. Hematuria and coma are no longer visible these days, and the most he can do is fart, burp, etc.

Weed can not only make powerful pills, but his ability seems to have been completely stabilized.

The plague is too violent. If you are not careful, you will be infected and die in a few hours. Yi Buhuo is frightened just by listening to it. It is really not suitable for research, so he can only work backwards from the antidote.

"Tangerine peel, licorice, angelica, hawthorn..."

First he smelled it, and then stuck out his tongue to taste it. He already knew the ingredients of the medicinal powder.

None of them were valuable medicinal materials, but the plague was too sudden and affected several surrounding villages and towns, so the medicinal materials were in short supply and all were robbed.

Now Dongchang is taking the trouble to clean up one village after another. In addition to suffering from the plague and dying in pain, the people inside will be killed by the people of Dongchang even if they are lucky enough not to be infected with the plague.

No one is willing to bring in medicinal materials, and there may not even be a few people who know that there is a plague here. The antidote is monopolized by Dongchang, which is why so many people died, and almost everyone in Liujia Town died.

Thanks to his father's tireless teachings when he was a child, his ability to identify medicinal materials was extraordinary, and he could identify the ingredients of the antidote without much effort.

Although the amount of ingredients is not yet clear, based on these medicinal herbs, it should be possible to make alternative medicinal materials using bark grass roots...

"I, Yibuhuo Pharmaceutical, never pay attention to the quantity, as long as it is effective!"

Yi Buhuo didn't waste any time. He mashed the bark and grass roots, sprinkled some ready-made antidote into it and ground it for a while, and then he made a specious antidote for the plague.

Then he went to the town to find the old monk and asked him to find someone to try.

Although the medicinal materials are fake, the efficacy is real!

"Master, I will make a pot of wild vegetable soup in the government office right away. Go and spread the news that the plague has been cured. As long as you are not dead, hurry up and come over!"

"I'm going right now!"

The old monk was greatly relieved and quickly called the remaining young monks to inform other people in the town.

Yi Buhuo's eyes lit up. This time he really caught up. He could save people and become famous at the same time. God wanted to help him fulfill his wish!

Walking in the deserted county government office, I looked at the messy spider webs around me and the overgrown weeds on both sides of the road. It looked like no one had come in for a long time.

"I don't know if he died or escaped..."

By the time he wandered back and forth, he found the kitchen and took out a large iron pot from the kitchen. The few people who had stayed to help had already set up the stove at the gate, and the collected wild vegetables had been placed aside.

Everyone stood aside cautiously, looking at him expectantly.

"Excuse me, folks. I'm just recovering from a serious illness. I don't need to help here. Go back and rest!"

Yi Buhuo sighed, what a simple person, how could he have suffered such a calamity, plague and sword, don't the goons in Dongchang have any humanity at all?

"The Taoist priest has a kind heart, and we have nothing to repay you for your life-saving grace, so let us stay here to help you!"

"If you have anything to do, just give us your orders and leave the errands to us..."

"My surname is Yi, and three generations of my family have been doctors. How can I ignore someone's death?"

Yi Buhuo saluted, "I appreciate the kindness of the folks, but the most important thing is to take care of yourself. It's better to go home and rest!"

"There is no way I can repay Dr. Yi's kindness and kindness. I will definitely remember it in my heart in the future and make a decision to live forever and pay homage to him day and night."

"We want to build a shrine for our benefactor and praise our benefactor's achievements..."

"It's not necessary!"

Yi Buhuo waved his hands repeatedly, why did he become more and more outrageous as he spoke?

I just want to gain some reputation. As for building an ancestral hall and erecting a memorial tablet?How can I bear this...

"I travel around the world, treat illnesses and save people, accumulate virtues and do good deeds. I don't ask for anything in return, but I want peace of mind. The folks don't have to waste money and people. Living well in the future is the best way to express my gratitude."

Yi Buhuo felt so happy that he blurted out the words as if he didn't need money.

It doesn't cost much to treat diseases and save people by yourself, and what you have learned is not in vain. The sense of achievement and satisfaction is enough for you to enjoy.

If you just give some home-grown vegetables and radishes and so on, you can just accept it yourself. But if you still accept the villagers' decision to build a shrine with peace of mind, that would be too utilitarian, and it is really not the behavior of a gentleman!
Although he was indeed not a gentleman, he looked at the grateful villagers.

Their thin bodies and simple clothes are enough to prove that they are not from well-to-do families.

Why waste time on people and money just to satisfy your own selfish desires...

(End of this chapter)