I Can’t Be a Sword God

Tongming Valley is not very far from Yuhang Town.

Li Chu and the little genius doctor set off after lunch, and arrived at a village in front of the valley at dusk.

It was something that made Li Chu quite nervous to go with the little genius doctor.

You have to keep an eye on him all the time, for fear that he will pull out a knife and hit yourself at any time.

Although ordinary swords can't break through their own defenses.

But what if?

He clearly remembered reading in some news that those who study medicine are all masters of knives.

Originally, they planned to go to the mountains overnight to collect herbs and then go back quickly, but this village attracted the attention of the two of them.

Because here, every family is plain.

Looking around, there are eighty or ninety households in a village, and forty or fifty are wrapped in white cloth and crying.

This is obviously not normal.

Li Chu looked at it with his heart, but he didn't see the lingering Yin Qi, which meant that there was no evil here.

He was a little curious, and after discussing with the little genius doctor, he walked into the village.

The village is well-organized, and every household raises a lot of livestock and poultry. It seems that life is not bad. There is no famine war, and it is not a year of famine, so it is a bit strange that so many people died at the same time.

"Could it be that there is a plague?" The little genius doctor muttered.

Thinking this way, I saw a family in front of me, and many people gathered in the dirt yard.

He stepped forward and shouted through the gate: "My fellow! I'm a doctor passing by. Can you come in and tell me?"

A child from here came to open the door, looked at Li Chu's attire and the little doctor's medicine box, and then ran back: "Grandpa, grandpa, a Taoist priest and a doctor are here!"

"Ah! Then your mother might be saved."

A well-dressed old man came out of the house, followed by a large number of children and family members.

The old man looked at Li Chu with a calm face, and then at the little genius doctor who was eager to try.

Then he stepped forward tremblingly and held Li Chu's hand: "Xiao Daoist, do you have magic power, can you help us?"

Li Chudao: "Old man, I am indeed a practitioner. You can tell me what happened to you."

"That's great, if my daughter-in-law is dying, come and do it!"

With that said, he led the two into the door.

I saw a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, with a painful expression and unconsciousness.

Li Chu observed with mind and eye skills, only felt that her breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which would go out at any moment, but he didn't see anything unusual.

At this time, the little genius doctor coughed twice and said: "Old man, she might be sick. Instead of asking a Taoist priest to do it, why don't you ask a doctor to see the illness first."

"Doctor?" The old man raised his eyebrows, "What's the point! If seeing a doctor is useful, we wouldn't have killed more than fifty people in our village! She must have been tricked by a ghost like this!"

Li Chu immediately asked: "The dead of those families in your village all died in this way?"

"Yes." The old man sighed, and replied, "They all fell into a coma suddenly, and then died within a day. In the past two months, one day at a time, one day at a time, just like the king of Yama. Burning incense and worshiping Buddha at home every day, I don’t think it’s our turn!”

After listening to him talk carefully for a long time, the two of them knew the details.

It turns out that this place is called Qijia Village. It is said that the ancestors moved here from Tiannanzhou. It is a branch of the Qi family among the seven families in Tiannan. The villagers have always been proud of it.

Life here has always been good, but in the last fifty or sixty days, people suddenly started to die strangely in the village.

At first everyone didn't pay attention, but after two full months, there was one every day, no more, no less, which was too strange.

Li Chu was thoughtful after listening.

Indeed, a few days may have been a coincidence. But if one person died every day for nearly two consecutive months, then something must be wrong.

The little genius doctor rubbed his hands and said, "Is it a disease, let me see first."

The old man gave him a look of disdain, "All right, handle lightly."

"I know." The little genius doctor waved his hand, slid to the side of the bed, and placed two fingers on the patient's veins.

As soon as he got the pulse, his expression instantly settled down.

After a while, he retracted his fingers and came back to his senses.

"How is it?" the old man asked, still a little nervous.

The little miracle doctor smiled: "It's okay."

"Ah?" There was an uproar around, some surprises, some surprises, and some people's smiles were just about to show.

Then the little genius doctor said again: "I just took some time to do the math. Seven days later it will be an auspicious day and it is suitable to be buried in the earth. Although the daughter-in-law is hopeless, it is still a good day to choose for myself."

"Um?"

As soon as the old man heard this, his brain started racing, and he wanted to pick up the broom by the door, but was reluctantly stopped by his relatives.

There was a lot of noise over there, and the little genius doctor didn't care about it. He lowered his voice and said to Li Chu: "I just saw that her three souls are dim, her seven souls are dim, and her qi and blood are exhausted. She seems to have died naturally. She is younger, but... if It's not impossible to be overworked, and I don't see too many abnormalities."

The soul is weak, the energy and blood are exhausted...

Li Chu thought for a while, "Let me try."

The little miracle doctor was taken aback: "You also know medicine?"

Li Chu shook his head and said, "I just learned a little magical power of recovery."

The little genius doctor muttered: "It's probably useless, your magical powers can't replace medicine..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Chu had already recited the Little Bodhi Mantra.

call out--

The light flashed, and the whole room was immediately filled with the light of the sun. Everyone who was illuminated by this light felt warm and comfortable all over their bodies.

"This is, Bodhisattva!" An old man yelled, and immediately fell to his knees.

Immediately, all the people fell to their knees.

Especially the middle-aged woman who was irradiated by the little sun at close range, her complexion gradually became rosy, and her breath gradually became stronger. When Li Chu put away the little bodhi mantra, she opened her eyes just like that!

Moreover, he turned over and fell to the ground with a thump, and shouted, "Why am I here? Am I not in the field?"

A group of people rushed forward, the husband was called wife, the child was called mother, and they went to explain to her without mentioning it.

More people were led by the old man and knelt down around Li Chu: "Little Daoist, you are really a living Bodhisattva!"

This made Li Chu very embarrassed, he quickly helped them up, and said: "It's just some small supernatural powers, it's not worth mentioning."

The little genius doctor also opened his mouth wide: "You call this...a little magic power of recovery?"

"You're almost back to life, right?!"

Li Chu said calmly: "It can only temporarily help people improve their vitality. If the root cause of the disease is not found, it will still not be able to solve the problem in the village."

The little genius doctor couldn't listen, he murmured and shook his head: "Studying medicine can't save Qijia Village."

After some tossing, it was already dark.

The grateful family intends to slaughter chickens and sheep, and treat Li and Chu with hospitality.

But they were in a hurry to go into the mountain to get back the fairy grass, so they only agreed to stay here again when they came back, and then they went out.

As soon as he went out, he saw fires burning everywhere on the side of the road in the village. Almost every household burned paper money in the brazier.

For those family members who have a funeral, it is reasonable to burn paper, but for those who have no funeral, they are also burning.

This is strange.

Beside the ancient road in the mountain village, the red fire reflects the yellow coins, and the scene is indescribably weird.

Li Chu couldn't help asking: "Old man, what are they doing?"

"This..." The old man's expression became a little strange, and he sighed, "Oh, they are paying homage to Luo Shi's daughter."

I have been dizzy for the past few days, I hope I can recover tomorrow, good night.