Xuanxia

Chapter 593 Opportunity
A refugee camp was quickly set up outside Tianshou Village.

Although this camp was built by the defenders of Anyue City, the refugees did not thank them - they just sat in circles and listened to the sermons of the middle-aged "Monk of Disaster".

The other monks walked among the crowd, distributing handwritten copies of "The Hundred Disasters Sutra" to them. The refugees held the books in their arms as if they had found treasures, their eyes full of piety.

In fact, building a refugee camp outside Tianshou Village was a bit like taking off your pants to fart - after the monk showed the "miracle" of curing the patients, the villagers of Tianshou Village joined the refugee camp one after another.

They also sat in the crowd and listened to the sutras, their eyes equally expectant and bright. Except for the fact that they wore slightly better clothes, they were no different from the refugees.

At the edge of the crowd, Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu sat quietly, each holding a scripture in their hands.

"You said before in the Brahma Sound Temple that this scripture can brainwash people."

Ning Wushu lowered his voice and asked, "Does their preaching at this time have such an evil effect?"

"Probably not." Fu Qingzhou said softly, "That monk didn't open his spiritual orifice, and he wasn't reciting the Hundred Evils Sutra at the moment, he was just explaining the contents of the scripture. I didn't feel any discomfort in my soul, so he shouldn't have that kind of ability."

Ning Wushu narrowed his eyes slightly: "But the bottle of potion in his hand does have the effect of curing Dirty Stone Disease."

As they spoke, they both turned their heads and looked to the other side.

At the edge of the camp, Liang Guangchang was taking someone's pulse and examining a patient with a serious face. His patient was none other than the refugee that had been rescued by the Monk of Disaster before. Now, several hours had passed, and the refugee was still in very good condition.

The dirt and stones on his face and body had not recurred, his complexion was very good, and he spoke with great vigor. He was very impatient with Liang Guangchang's diagnosis and kept looking in the direction of the E'nan monk. It was obvious that if there were no Anyue city defenders watching him, he would have shaken off Liang Guangchang and joined the crowd to listen to the sutras.

"We have to find a way to get that bottle... or at least get some potion out of it." Fu Qingzhou whispered.

But obviously, this is not an easy task.

There were a total of twenty-six monks who came down from the boat at that time.

After distributing the scriptures, these twenty-six people all stood motionless beside the monk Ernan, acting as a guard.

"Their strength is not necessarily that strong."

Ning Wushu said slowly: "With the strength of you and me, it won't be difficult to kill them all and take the bottle of potion."

"But it's not a simple matter to take care of tens of thousands of refugees." Fu Qingzhou shook his head and said, "Do you think these monks have done anything bad right now? No, they even cured one person... Next, they will definitely cure more people."

"You said they spread the disease, but where is the evidence? Or if you don't want to mention the evidence, you can come up with fake evidence to convince the people. But there is no evidence..."

"If we suddenly kill someone and steal the potion, what if... I mean, what if there are other tricks hidden in the potion and we can't use it well and can't cure the person, what should we do?"

He said with a wry smile: "Then it will be our turn to be torn alive by the refugees."

Ning Wushu nodded with an indifferent expression. It was obvious that she could also think of this.

Or...she thought deeper.

"Besides, we cannot cooperate with Anyue City Yamen on this matter."

She said calmly, "Right now, these Disaster Monks have helped them pacify the refugees and even cured the plague. The prefects and the garrison commanders will only be grateful to them in their hearts. If we act rashly, the government will help the Disaster Monks deal with us."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Sister Wushu, you are the daughter of a great general of the Northern Frontier Army and a sword master, and I am also a special envoy of the Mingjian Pavilion. Can't we speak well?"

"Ah."

Ning Wushu sneered: "These are just the refugees from Panyang City, and there are tens of thousands of them. I don't know how many more there are in the entire Chang'an Beach... When they rush into the city and besiege the government office under the leadership of someone with ulterior motives, you will know whether our words are effective or not." There is actually another problem here, which the two of them understood tacitly but did not say out loud.

Huijue, you are indeed a rat crossing the street that everyone is shouting and beating.

But Li Qing...or Yuanzhao, had never been registered in places like Mingjian Pavilion and the Ministry of Justice, and the monks of Ernan had never left a bad reputation.

You can't say that because they believe in the Buddha Bai'e Nan, just like the Fanyin Temple, we should kill them all? The Buddha Bai'e Nan is one of the Buddhas recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. If you really do this, all Buddhists in the world will fight back. The court will never do such a thing.

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and said, "Then we have to think of a way to get close to the Disaster Monk and get the potion in his hand."

The two looked at Liang Guangchang again.

At this time, the refugee he had just seen had left and returned to the crowd, leaving the old doctor alone sitting there with a puzzled look on his face.

At this time, the monk in the middle of the crowd suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "I know what you are asking for... It's just that nectar is extremely difficult to produce. Although one drop can save one person, this nectar only produces a few drops a day. There are tens of thousands of people here, and I can't save them all."

But before the refugees showed their disappointment, he smiled and said, "But, don't worry, donors. I have a solution."

He spread his hands and said in a loud voice: "My Buddha has gone through a hundred disasters to pass through the world and spread the sutras. You must go through the sea of ​​suffering and endure extraordinary pain, and then you can enjoy eternal happiness."

"Now all of you are suffering from diseases and have been chosen by the Buddha to be the benefactors of a hundred disasters. From now on, you only need to chant the sutra day and night and be pious. I will mix the nectar of disasters in the clean bottle with porridge and perform rituals as a gift to you."

"Chant the sutras for seven days and seven nights, and take nectar for seven days and seven nights, and be sincere and thoughtful, and all diseases will be eliminated."

After hearing his words, the refugees were still a little confused.

The reason is very simple... most of them have low educational level.

The monk spoke in a very elegant manner, and they could hardly understand what he was saying.

But soon, a man who was obviously well-educated stood up in the crowd and said excitedly: "The master said! We just need to recite the sutra sincerely! The master and his friends will cast a spell, mix the magic medicine in the porridge, and give it to us! When you drink the porridge, your heart must be sincere, you must be sincere! In just seven days, all diseases will be gone!"

Now everyone understood.

For a moment, the refugees kowtowed and shouted words of thanks in a disorderly manner, but... perhaps by coincidence, their voices were soon unified by a few loud and steady shouts from the crowd.

Those chaotic words gradually turned into "The Buddha saves all living beings from all kinds of suffering! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the Buddha's light is endless!"

The shouts became more and more uniform and louder and louder, turning into the rumbling of thunder.

The eyes of the people who were shouting became brighter and brighter, and their faces gradually glowed red, as if their illnesses had been cured and there was no pain in their bodies.

Not far away, Liang Guangchang looked up at the scene with an extremely solemn expression and clenched fists.

Faced with this creepy scene, Fu Qingzhou smiled.

He lowered his voice and said, "This is an opportunity... The porridge mixed with the 'magic medicine' can also be found out what's inside, right?"

"That depends on the skills of Dr. Liang."

Ning Wushu's eyes sparkled as well: "Let's not talk about anything else. If this monk needs to add medicine to the porridge every day, in the process, perhaps we can also find a chance to get some of the so-called nectar of disaster."

The two smiled at each other, then followed the crowd and started shouting in a fake manner.

(End of this chapter)