To be precise, there are 17 gathering areas for the victims around the county seat of Xichun, and the largest one, gathering more than 15,000 victims, stretching for several miles, all kinds of tents are set up in an orderly manner, and there are even some temporary wooden sheds, the whole gathering area is a mess, although the rain has stopped, but the ground in the gathering area is still muddy.

Each gathering area has a patrol composed of hundreds of city defenders to patrol at any time to avoid a commotion in the gathering area, and a few officials come from time to time to pull away the corpses and gather to burn them.

Han Mo did a lot of things quietly yesterday, and he didn't even go to Chengchun Garden to see Yan Xueji, he slept late last night, but he got up very early today, and he still sent tens of thousands of catties of food to help the victims, and even went out of the city to check on the area with the largest number of victims.

On the outskirts of the disaster-stricken area, dozens of cauldrons have long been erected, boiling in the cauldrons, cooking porridge in the cauldrons. Although there are a lot of cauldrons, the number of victims is even higher, and these dozens of cauldrons have to be boiled several times to be enough for each victim to get half a bowl of rice porridge, and in order to increase the amount of porridge, the rice porridge must also be mixed with a large number of wild vegetables.

Han Mo dismounted on the periphery of the disaster area, followed by Xiao Mu and other six or seven royal forest soldiers, walking on the muddy ground, checking the movement of the disaster area, and seeing that the rice porridge in the bowl of the disaster victims was really pitiful, but this bowl of rice porridge had to last for a day.

Although the officials of the Ministry of Industry are in front of the flood control, it is not certain when the flood waters will recede and when the embankment will be blocked, and the rice and grain in this warehouse will naturally not be opened. There was no movement of the grain sent by the household department from other counties, and it was the eighth day since Yanjing, except for the more than 300,000 catties of grain that Han Mo had transported from Beijing, no grain had arrived.

Han Mo didn't know how long it would take for the food to arrive, he could only make a reasonable allocation of the food in his hand now, although the share of one porridge a day was too small for the victims, but this bowl of porridge could at least ensure that everyone would not be starved to death, and if he wanted to eat enough at this time, it was a luxury.

"My lord, look over there!" Xiao Mu suddenly said on the side: "There are a lot of people gathered over there, what are they doing?" ”

Han Mo followed his finger and looked at it, only to see that there was a small wooden house over there, the wooden house was not big, the door was open, but there was a long queue in front of the door, and people with yellow faces and thin muscles were lined up in front of the door, some people were even sitting on the muddy ground waiting, and some people were holding their own children, coaxing and waiting anxiously.

Han Moda was surprised, and ordered: "Send someone to see what is going on!" Then one of the guards took the order and hurried over.

When the Imperial Forest Army came to Xichun County, it was a task to protect food, and the other was to assist the local city defenders to maintain order, Han Mo was worried that there would be spies from the enemy country in the disaster area, and they would encourage the people to destroy the already unstable situation, leading to greater turmoil.

After only a moment, the soldier of the Royal Forest Army came back and reported: "My lord, these victims are waiting to see the disease, and there is a doctor in that room!" ”

"Doctor?" Han Mo was stunned.

"Yes. Those victims said that this doctor was here every day to see their patients, did not accept medical fees, and also delivered medicine for free, and was a living immortal. The soldier replied, "They say that the doctor is very skillful, and there is no disease that he cannot see." ”

Han Mo and Xiao Mu glanced at each other, smiled, and said, "There are still such characters?" Who is it? ”

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

"Monk?" Han Mo was even more curious, quickened his pace, and walked towards the wooden house, he really wanted to see what kind of character this monk known as the "Living Immortal" was.

Although the victims consciously obeyed the order and lined up in a long line, there were still two tall victims in front of the wooden house, apparently to prevent unauthorized entry.

However, when these two people saw Han Mo in armor, they naturally didn't dare to stop it, Han Mo waved his hand with a smile, signaling the two to get out of the way, the two looked at each other, didn't dare to say more, and let Han Mo in.

As soon as Han Mo entered the room, a strong smell of herbs came to his face, this smell was not single, it was the smell of several herbs mixed together, smelling this smell of medicinal herbs, Han Mo had an extremely cordial feeling, before he crossed over, he was dealing with potions, and naturally he had to come into contact with the original materials of potions.

He even smelled cinnamon, schisandra, licorice, astragalus, codonopsis and other medicinal herbs.

The room is not very spacious, and there is a row of bamboo baskets on the left, and there are three small monks standing together on the side of the basket. On the right, there is a small wooden long table, on which there are gold needles and other healing tools, and behind the table, a white-bearded monk sits cross-legged, with a calm temperament, wearing a gray monk's robe, like a bell in the valley of twilight, sitting upright, taking the pulse of a badly dressed victim.

What surprised Han Mo the most was that the monk's right ear was golden in color, which was extremely conspicuous and peculiar, as if it had been plated with a layer of gold on the ear.

Han Mo couldn't help but shake his right hand, the color of the three fingers of his right hand was also golden, but it was lighter than the color of this monk's ears, could it be that this old monk also crossed over?

Han Mo entered the room, except for the patient who turned his head to look at him, several old and young monks were all calm and relaxed, and no one threw a glance at him.

He walked to the edge of the row of baskets, looked at them casually, and saw that these baskets were indeed filled with medicinal herbs, and he could recognize a lot, there were not many precious medicinal materials, but they were all extremely practical medicinal materials.

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

I saw a monk immediately step forward, picked up a few herbs, wrapped them in small paper wrappers, handed them to the victims, and instructed: "Decoction with warm water in two days!" ”

The victim took the medicine bag, thanked him for his kindness, and retreated.

Only then did the old monk order: "Congxiu, let them wait for a while, you three go out first!" ”

The three monks didn't ask much, they all bowed together, retreated, and even took the door with them, but the wooden house had opened a few windows, and the light poured in through the windows, but it did not look dim.

"Excuse me!" Han Mo also bowed, this old monk saved all sentient beings and gave free diagnosis and medicine, but Han Mo had a trace of respect. At this time, it is a good thing that those doctors in the city do not pay a high price for diagnosis and treatment, but I don't think that they will go out of the city to come to give free diagnosis and medicine.

The old monk looked at Han Mo gently, and his voice was calm: "The donkey wants to see a doctor?" ”

"Definitely!" Han Mo said: "It's just curious, so .......!" ”

"It turned out to be curiosity." The old monk had a smile in his eyes: "The donor is really not sick?" ”

Han Mo frowned and said, "The master has Bodhi insight, did he see something?" ”

The old monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, good, good." In the eyes of the poor monk, the donor knew that this house was used for diagnosis, but he still came in, although he was in good health, but he was suspicious! ”

Han Mo walked to the small long table, sat down cross-legged opposite the old monk, bowed elevenly, and said with respect: "May I ask the master's name?" ”

"Poor arguments, if you put it in the void! The cardinal of the world is like a drop thrown into a huge ravine! The old monk said softly: "The poor monk is mysterious! ”

"Mystery?" Han Mo's expression was solemn: "Can this mystery be the same as the other mystery?" ”

"The mystery is the mystery, and all the heavens and the earth, all living beings and souls, all have their mysteries." The old monk Xuanji said slowly: "Xuanji, that is, the way of enlightenment!" ”

"I know that mysteries are not spoken." Han Mo stared at the mysterious monk, and said, "Since the master is a monk, doesn't he also have a mystery that is not enough for outsiders?" ”

"Although he is a monk, he is still in the red dust, eating grains, and there is something unspeakable. My Buddha also said: Don't say, don't say! Xuanji played a sharp edge and said slowly: "The donor enters this house, is there a mystery to speak of?" ”

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

The monk of Xuanji bowed slightly: "The donor can understand, and the poor monk is very comforted!" ”

"But I don't know if the master has any teachings to speak of, in addition to the unspeakable mysteries?"

Xuanji pondered for a moment, and said: "The poor monk is here, or he can save ten people and hundreds of people, and the donor is here, as long as he understands the mystery, he can save thousands of people." Crossing one person is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and crossing ten thousand people can conform to the way of heaven! ”

Han Mo thought for a moment and asked, "The master is a Buddhist monk, and he calls himself a mystery, and the disciple is dull, can you guide the maze." Where is the mystery going? ”

"The mystery of the world is the human heart!" The mysterious monk's voice was soft: "If you want to win people's hearts, you must punish the devil's heart, the so-called 'demon', can the donor solve it?" ”

Han Mo nodded and said, "The demon path is strong, how to punish the demon?" The master is a person in Buddhism, why doesn't he roar like a lion and defend the way? ”

"This is still a mystery, unspeakable!"

Han Mo stood up, saluted slightly, and said, "The disciple is merciful on behalf of the disaster victims, Master Xie, and gives medicine to the patient, this is also the heart of Bodhi!" ”

"Buddha Benduren, how can I say thank you?" "Bodhi kindness is just a way to prove the Buddha's path." Master Han Shi, my Buddha talks about roots, and if you seek the roots, you will get the source, and if you don't have the roots, you won't be popular! ”

Han Mo smiled: "The master originally knew who I was!" ”

Xuanji smiled: "Just because my heart is dust-free." ”

"Dust-free? Mystery? Han Mo smiled and said: "The disciple will retire first, the master, please continue to show your magic skills to cross the common people, and the disciple will come back and ask for advice!" ”

"Okay, there you go!" Xuanji said.

Han Mo gave a salute, then turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, and came out, Xiao Mu and the others over there were a little puzzled, I don't know what Han Mo and the monk were talking about inside.

The mysterious monk was on the edge, but Han Mo could understand that the meaning of the old monk's words was actually very clear, that is, to persuade Han Mo that if he really wanted to win the hearts of the people, he should get rid of those bullies that the people regarded as thorns in their eyes, and this bully certainly refers to He Xuezhi's group of people.

Han Mo was very curious about this strange mysterious monk.

Xiao Mu had already greeted him at this time, and said in a low voice: "My lord, that monk's name is called Xuanji, and he is a monk from a temple in the southern suburbs. The temple used to be just a dilapidated temple, this monk came here a few years ago, and lived there, it is said that there are now more than ten monks in the temple to follow him to learn the law, but it is far away from the county seat, and the incense is not abundant. This time I came here for treatment, and everyone didn't believe in his medical skills at first, but after he really cured a few people, this reputation grew, and he also treated diseases in this house every day, and gave away free medicinal materials. ”

"The people praise him for his medical skills?"

"Yes. This monk sees the patient very quickly, and he can tell the source of the patient's illness in an instant, and even if he dispenses medicine to the patient, there is no one who is not sure of it, and now he is called a living immortal here. Xiao Mu said softly: "This monk arrives at sunrise every day and leaves in the middle of the night, and the victims here respect him very much!" ”

Han Mo was thoughtful, there were hundreds of diseases, this mysterious monk was able to quickly see the source of the disease and even dispense medicine, so the medical skills at hand were really amazing.

Regarding the origin of the monk, Han Mo was even more interested.