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Chapter 7: Insincerity

Taiyang County.

Yongle Town.

“Itchy… so itchy!”

Someone was screaming in pain on the side of the road.

The man kept scratching his face with both hands, and the pustules all over his face were soon broken, and pus and blood flowed out.

His lips were chapped as if he had a high fever. He shouted twice and suddenly bent over and vomited a pool of yellow water.

Then he lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was unconscious or dead.

But no one cared about him.

Because nowadays, it is difficult for anyone to protect themselves.

There were few pedestrians on the deserted street, and a few elderly people were sitting on the side of the street.

They were already terminally ill and were lying at the door waiting to die.

Miao Yuan was walking on the street, watching all this.

He was in a daze and numb, like a walking corpse.

This town is completely different from the vibrant town it once was.

The epidemic was rampant, leaving the town in a state of death.

When Miao Yuanzheng was passing through an alley, he saw two people from Yizhuang carrying out a corpse wrapped in a straw mat from the alley.

When the strong wind came, it lifted the straw mat and revealed a face covered with pustules.

"That's... Aunt Li whom I saw yesterday..."

When Miao Yuanzheng saw the face with eyes open in death, his heart skipped a beat.

Another familiar person died.

I don’t know how many people have died in this period of time.

The corpse collector threw the body wrapped in a straw mat onto the cart, then slowly pushed the dead body away with an expressionless face.

Miao Yuanzheng stood there, unable to let go for a long time.

In the past, in order to marry the woman he loved, he gave up his old career as a swordsman and came to live in Yongle Town.

Unexpectedly, a plague broke out in the town. His wife fell ill and died, and his son also fell ill.

The only thing that Miao Yuanzheng still thinks about while he is alive is his son.

So he wandered around the town every day, hoping to get good news about the plague.

But what he saw was getting worse day by day.

"DaDaDa..."

There was a sound of horse hooves.

The mayor rode into the town on horseback.

"The government doesn't care about us anymore!"

The mayor fell off his horse and cried out in grief:
"The county gate has been closed for half a month, and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

"The county magistrate hasn't sent anyone to provide plague relief, let alone issue any government decrees. He's left us to fend for ourselves."

"I saw on the road that the people of Lantern Village had all died out, and it had become a ghost village!"

When the people who had just gathered around heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue, and their eyes were filled with deep despair.

Miao Yuanzheng's heart sank.

If even the government doesn't care, then who can save his son now?

In an instant, Miao Yuanzheng felt his feet were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and the whole world seemed to become extremely dark.

Sudden.

Someone else ran out:
"There is hope! We can still be saved!"

"I heard that in Lujia Village at the foot of the Giant Ox Mountain, there's a living immortal who can heal illnesses with talismans and water, and he's already cured many people!"

"Let's go and ask the gods to save our Yongle Town!"

Many people shook their heads and sneered at this.

Ever since the plague began, too many fake Taoist priests and monks have come out to cheat people.

I've encountered this in town before.

The result was that the townspeople spent a lot of money, but the disease became more serious day by day.

In the end, those fake Taoists and fake monks became even more seriously ill.

The man was still shouting anxiously:
"Really! That living immortal is very powerful!"

"Now the government doesn't care about us, and all the medicinal materials are sold out. Only a living god can save us!"

The people around dispersed, ignoring the man's shouting.

They don't want to be deceived again.

Miao Yuan was standing there, with the scorching midday sun above his head.

The surrounding air was extremely humid, hot and stuffy under the scorching sun.

Finally, he turned around and returned home.

Miao Yuanzheng carried his son on his back.

Because his son was unconscious, he had to tie his son to his back with a rope.

Feeling his son's thin body, Miao Yuanzheng's eyes were full of desperation.

He carried his son on his back and walked towards Lujiazhuang.

Seeing this, the neighbors kept admonishing him:
"Brother Miao, are you going to look for that living immortal?"

"In my opinion, bullshit! He is a living liar!"

"If you go there like this, you will only trouble your son. It's better for him to recuperate at home."

Miao Yuanzheng said nothing and continued walking with his son on his back.

He walked with determination and without hesitation.

It seemed as if nothing could stop him. When he reached the town entrance, even more people laughed at him:

"Look! That guy is not really going to Lujiazhuang? There are actually people who believe it?"

"Isn't that Brother Miao? Although he doesn't talk much, he doesn't look like a fool."

"Brother Miao, don't waste your energy. There are no gods in this world. They are just a bunch of charlatans and scammers."

Miao Yuanzheng turned a deaf ear and maintained a resolute expression.

He used to think he was fearless.

With the long knife in his hand, he killed countless people.

But when his wife became seriously ill, he was really scared.

Now his son is also seriously ill, and he is scared to the point of despair.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, he will give it a try as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

For the sake of his son, no one can stop him!

There were some onlookers around, and they were gradually infected by Miao Yuanzheng's unwavering momentum.

People are so strange. If no one does something, others will also be afraid to do it.

But once someone takes the lead, others will follow.

So some people began to go home, bring their elderly and children, and follow Miao Yuanzheng on the road.

More and more people like this gathered together to form a team on the road to Lujiazhuang.

At the town entrance, the group of people who chose not to believe stood quietly, watching the departing crowd with complicated eyes...

Miao Yuanzheng was walking at the front of the team.

Although he had also fallen ill, his physique was very strong due to practicing martial arts for half a lifetime.

This allowed him to run so fast that even those on mules would have difficulty following him.

along the way.

They met more people.

These people all came from other villages and towns.

They had all heard that there was a living immortal in Lujia Village and came here to seek medical treatment.

Miao Yuanzheng learned more from them.

He knew that the living immortal was called the Great Sage Master, and he also knew that he needed to enter the Tao in order to obtain the talisman water.

But he doesn't care about all this.

He only cared about his son's life.

at last.

When it was dark, they finally arrived at Lujiazhuang.

Although it was dark at night, many bright bonfires had already been lit in Lujia Village.

Pots of well water were placed on top of a large pot and boiled.

However, there were so many people seeking medical treatment that a long queue formed.

The crowd in front was crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, making it difficult to move forward.

Miao Yuanzheng glanced at the crowded crowd and silently apologized to his deceased wife in his heart.

For the sake of his son, he had to break his promise not to use martial arts anymore.

Then, Miao Yuanzheng bent his legs slightly and then exerted force suddenly.

"call!"

He suddenly leaped into the air and flew several feet away.

When he was about to fall, his feet lightly touched the tops of the crowded crowd like a dragonfly skimming the water, and he was able to use the force to move forward quickly.

Amidst the curses, Miao Yuanzheng had already crossed the crowd with his son on his back and landed steadily at the front.

This is the rice field of Lujiazhuang.

The farmhands were seen holding knives, guns, sticks and clubs, maintaining order at the scene.

A young man in a yellow robe, holding a nine-section bamboo staff, sat on a high seat, accepting the worship of everyone.

Miao Yuanzheng saw that all the villagers of Lujia Village had rosy and healthy faces, without any sign of illness.
The village was full of patients from other places, but the villagers were not infected.

This shows that there really is a way to cure the disease here!
Miao Yuanzheng was instantly extremely excited.

Thank God, I didn’t come to the wrong place!

He suppressed his excitement and carried his son to the high seat.

The swords and guns in the hands of the surrounding farmhands were all aimed at Miao Yuanzheng.

A girl in red shouted angrily:

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the altar!"

Miao Yuanzheng ignored the swords and spears around him. He slowly knelt down towards the yellow-robed man on the high seat.

"Please, great and virtuous teacher, save my child."

The girl in red snorted coldly:
"There are too many people asking for help, go to the back and queue up!"

Miao Yuanzheng remained silent, just kneeling with his head down.

at this time.

The yellow-robed man on the high seat stood up and walked towards Miao Yuanzheng.

The young man in the yellow robe spoke as he walked:
"Under the Yellow Heaven, all shall be at peace."

"I will save all the people of Taiping."

When Miao Yuanzheng heard this, he felt relieved.

The young man in the yellow robe tapped the nine-section bamboo staff in his hand on Miao Yuanzheng's head:

“Those who enter into peace must be sincere in heart.”

"And you, your heart is not sincere."

(End of this chapter)