To be precise, there are 17 disaster victim gathering areas around Xichun County. The largest one gathers more than 15,000 disaster victims, which lasted for several miles. Various tents were built in an unorderly manner, and there were even some temporary wooden sheds. The entire gathering area was messy. Although the rain had already stopped, the ground in the gathering area was still muddy...

Each gathering area has a patrol team composed of hundreds of city guards patrolling at any time to avoid a commotion in the gathering area. A few yamen came to pull away the bodies from time to time and gathered to burn the bodies.

Han Mo did a lot of things quietly yesterday, and he couldn't even go to Chengchun Garden to see Yan Xueji. He slept very late last night, but he got up very early today. He still sent out tens of thousands of kilograms of grain to help the victims. He even left the city and visited this disaster area with the largest number of people.

On the outside of the disaster-affected area, dozens of large pots were set up, and the fire was ripe for cooking porridge in the large pot. Although there were a large number of large pots, there were more victims. These dozens of large pots had to be cooked several times to be enough for each victim to get half a bowl of rice porridge. In order to increase the amount of porridge, the rice porridge also had to be mixed with a large amount of wild vegetables.

Han Mo got off the horse outside the disaster area, followed by Xiao Mu and six or seven imperial guards, walking on the muddy ground, watching the movements in the disaster area, and seeing that the rice porridge in the victim's bowl was pitifully small, but this bowl of rice porridge would have to last for a day.

The grain department has not much food in the Simiku, and the disaster cannot end in three to five days. Although the officials of the Ministry of Works are in front of the water, when the flood will retreat and when the embankment will be blocked, it is not accurate. The rice and grain in the warehouse will naturally not be opened. The grain sent by the Ministry of Revenue from other counties has no movement. From Yanjing, it is the eighth day. Except for the more than 300,000 kilograms of grain transported by Han Mo from Beijing, no grain has arrived.

Han Mo didn't know how long it would take to arrive. Now he could only reasonably allocate the food in his hands. Although the share of a daily porridge meal was too small for the victims, this bowl of porridge could at least ensure that everyone would not be starved to death. If you want to eat enough at this time, it would be a luxury.

"Sir, look over there!" Xiao Mu suddenly said, "There are a lot of people gathering over there. What are they doing?"

Han Mo looked over his finger and saw a small wooden house there. The wooden house was not big and the door was open. There was a long queue in front of the door. People with pale faces and thin skin and weak faces were lined up in front of the door. Some people were even sitting on the muddy ground waiting, and some were holding their own children, coaxing them while waiting anxiously.

Han Mo was very surprised and ordered: "Send someone to see what's going on!" Then an imperial guard took the order and went over quickly.

When the Imperial Guard came to Xichun County, protecting grain was a task, and the other figure was to assist the local city guards in maintaining order. Han Mo was worried that there would be spies from the enemy country in the disaster-stricken areas to clamor and incite the people to destroy the situation that was not too stable, leading to greater unrest.

In just a moment, the Imperial Guards came back to report: "Sir, these victims are waiting to see the doctor. There is a doctor in the room!"

"Doctor?" Han Mo was stunned.

"Yes. The victims said that the doctor was here to see them every day, without receiving medical fees, and giving them free medicine. He was a living god descending to the earth." The soldier replied: "They said that the doctor was extremely skilled in medical skills and had no disease that he could not look down on."

Han Mo and Xiao Mu looked at each other, smiled, and said, "There are there such people? Can you tell me who they are?"

The soldier said, "It seems...it's a monk!"

"Monk?" Han Mo was even more curious and quickened his pace and walked towards the wooden house. He really wanted to see who this monk, who was called "living immortal", was.

Although the victims were consciously queuing up to order, there were still two tall victims guarding in front of the wooden house, which was obviously used to prevent anyone from entering without authorization.

However, when these two men saw Han Mo wearing armor, they naturally did not dare to stop him. Han Mo waved his hand with a smile and signaled them to move aside. The two looked at each other and did not dare to say more, so they let Han Mo in.

As soon as Han Mo entered the room, a strong smell of herbs came to his face. The smell was not single, it was the smell of several herbs. When he smelled the smell of herbs, Han Mo felt extremely friendly. Before he traveled through time, even when he dealt with the potion, he naturally had to contact the original materials of the potion.

He even smelled the smell of various medicinal herbs such as cinnamon, Schisandra chinensis, licorice, astragalus, Codonopsis and other medicinal materials.

The house was indeed not very spacious. On the left was a row of bamboo baskets, and three little monks stood together beside the basket. On the right was a small wooden table with gold needles and other healing tools. Behind the table, a white-bearded monk sat cross-legged with calm temperament, wearing a gray monk's robe, sitting upright like a bell hanging in the dusk valley, taking the pulse of a hunched victim.

What surprised Han Mo the most was that the monk's right ear was golden in color, extremely conspicuous and strange, just like a layer of gold plated on his ears.

Han Mo couldn't help but hold his right hand. The three fingers of his right hand were also golden in color, but they were lighter than the monk's ears. Could it be that the old monk also traveled through time?

Han Mo entered the room, except for the patient who turned his head to look at him, the old monks were calm and no one looked at him.

He walked to the row of baskets and looked at them casually. He saw that the baskets contained herbs, and he could recognize a lot of them. There were not many precious medicinal herbs, but they were all very practical medicinal herbs.

"Give him medicine according to the five examples!" The old monk withdrew his hand and ordered in a gentle voice.

When he saw a monk, he immediately stepped forward, picked up a few medicines, wrapped them in small paper, handed them to the patient and the victim, and instructed: "Decoct in warm water and take it in two days!"

The victim took the medicine bag, thanked him deeply, and retreated.

The old monk then ordered: "Congxiu, let them wait for a while, you three will go out first!"

The three monks didn't ask much, and bowed together, and left alone, and even brought them to the door. However, the wooden house had several windows open, and the light shone through the window, which did not appear dim.

"I'm disturbing the master!" Han Mo also bowed together. The old monk saved all living beings and gave free medical treatment. Han Mo felt a little respect. At this time, it would be a good thing for those doctors in the city to treat the doctors at high prices, but don't expect that they would come out of the city to give free medical treatment.

The old monk looked at Han Mo gently, his voice calmly: "Shi is the main treatment?"

"No!" Han Mo said: "Just curious, so...!"

"So it's curious." The old monk smiled in his eyes: "Are the donor really sick?"

Han Mo frowned and said, "The master has Bodhi eyes, have he seen something?"

The old monk smiled slightly and folded his hands together, "Amitabha, how good it is. In my opinion, the donor knew that this house was for diagnosis, but he still came in. Although he was healthy, he had doubts in his heart!"

Han Mo was shocked when he saw him clasped his hands, but found that the old monk had a little finger missing from his right hand, with only four fingers remaining.

With golden ears and four fingers right hand, this old monk is really special.

Han Mo walked to the small long table, sat cross-legged opposite the old monk, folded his eleven tribute, and said with a respectful look: "Master's Dharma name?"

"If you spend all the mysterious arguments, it is like a slight place in the Taixu! The key to the world is like a drop thrown into the huge valley!" The old monk said softly: "My monk's mysterious!"

"Mystery?" Han Mo looked solemn: "Can this mystery be the same as that mystery?"

"Mystery is the mysterious. All heavens, earths, and all living beings have their mysterious locations." The old monk Xuanji said slowly: "Mystery is the way to comprehend!"

"I know that mysterious is a way that cannot be spoken." Han Mo stared at the monk Xuanji and said seriously: "Since the master is a monk, does it mean that there are also mysterious things that are not worthy of being told by outsiders?"

"Although I am a monk, I am still in the world and eating grains, so there is something I can't say. My Buddha also said: It's not to say, it's not to say!" Xuanji slowly said with a clever move: "Where is there a mystery to say when the donor enters this room?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "As the master said, the mystery can only be understood, not spoken!"

Monk Xuanji nodded slightly: "The donor can understand, I am very comforted!"

"But I don't know if the master has any indescribable teachings besides the indescribable mystery?"

Xuanji pondered for a moment and said in one sentence: "I can save ten or hundreds of people here, but the donor here, as long as he understands the mystery, he can save thousands of people. Crossing one person is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and crossing ten thousand people can follow the way of heaven!"

Han Mo thought for a while and asked, "The master is a Buddhist monk, and he calls himself Xuanji. His disciple is stupid. Can you give me some advice? Where can I understand Xuanji?"

"The mysterious thing in the world is the heart of the human being!" The monk Xuanji's voice was soft: "If you want to win the heart of the people, you must kill the demon's heart. Can the so-called 'demon' be solved by the donor?"

Han Mo nodded and said, "How can you kill demons with great power? As a master, why don't he roar a lion to eliminate demons and defend the way?"

"This is still a mystery, unspeakable!"

Han Mo stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Disciple Xie, on behalf of the disaster victim, was kind to him and gave him medical treatment and medicine. This is also the heart of Bodhi!"

"Where did the Buddha say thanks to others?" Xuanji combined the ten words: "Bodhi's good heart is just to achieve the Buddha's path. Han Donor, I, Buddha, talk about the roots, and you will get the source, but you will not get the roots, and you will not win the hearts of the people!"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Master, it turns out that I know who I am!"

Xuanji smiled and said, "It's just because there is no dust in my heart."

"Wuchen? Mystery?" Han Mo smiled and said, "Disciple first, please continue to use your wonderful skills to save the people. I will come back and ask for advice!"

"Okay, go!" Xuanji nodded.

Han Mo gave a gift, then turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, and came out directly. Xiao Mu and others there were a little confused, wondering what Han Mo and the monk were talking about inside.

Monk Xuanji was playing a stunt, but Han Mo could understand that the old monk's words were actually very clear, that was to persuade Han Mo that if he really wanted to win the hearts of the people, he should remove those bullies that the people regarded as thorns in their eyes. This bully, of course, refers to the group of people who He Xuezhi.

Han Mo was very curious about this strange monk Xuanji.

Xiao Mu had already come up and whispered: "Sir, the monk's Dharma name is Xuanji. It is a monk in a temple in the southern suburbs. The temple was once just a dilapidated temple. The monk came here a few years ago and lived there. It is said that more than a dozen monks in the temple have followed him to learn the Dharma, but it is far from the county town and the incense is not high. This time, when he came here to give a diagnosis, everyone did not believe in his medical skills at first, but after he really cured several people, the reputation became great, so he would treat the disease in this room every day and give free medicinal materials."

"The people praise him for his medical skills?"

"Yes. This monk is very fast to see a doctor, and he can tell the patient's cause of the disease in an instant. Even if he is dispensed with medicine, no one cannot see clearly. Now he is called a living god here." Xiao Mu whispered: "This monk arrives every day when the sun rises and leaves in the middle of the night. The victims here respect him very much!"

Han Mo thought about it, and there were all kinds of diseases. This monk Xuanji was able to quickly see the source of the disease and even prepare a prescription. The medical skills at hand were really amazing.

Han Mo became more interested in the origin of the monk.
Chapter completed!