Earning Merit Points at the Medicine King Yard
"So many!"
Xu Chen was shocked for a while before he recovered.
More than 100,000 people, and it was still increasing! Who knew how long Shaolin Temple would be busy? However, with this number of refugees, it meant that he could save more people. If he saved more people, he wouldn't have to worry about merit points.
"Next!"
The spectre who was giving out porridge shouted.
"Good people, they are all good people, sob"
A white-haired old man looked at the bowl of steaming congee in his hand and sobbed.
The porridge cooked by the Shaolin Temple was extremely thick, unlike the porridge that could float when chopsticks were inserted into it in many places. That was why he was filled with tears and sighed at the kindness of these monks.
Because there were too many refugees. Not long after, the porridge in the three big pots was almost empty. However, the porridge was about to be cooked behind the porridge distribution shed and could be refilled very quickly.
"Martial Uncle Huiqing! I'll go to the Medicine King's Department to take a look!" Xu Chen said after a while.
"Go! Don't run around. There are many refugees. If you get lost, we won't be able to find you.”
Hui Qing was sweating profusely as she waved her hand and said.
"Don't worry, Uncle-Master! I'm leaving!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Chen had already run far away.
The long, dusky line of refugees that seemed to be covered in a layer of mist soon covered his figure.
When he reached the intersection, he looked left and right.
Xu Chen remembered that the Medicine King's Yard was not far from here. It should be a few streets away.
After choosing a direction, he used the Light Body Technique and jumped onto the eaves. He jumped over the eaves and ran quickly.
Along the way, he heard crying and crying, and the more he walked in the direction of the Medicine King Yard, the more patients he saw. Some were limping, and some couldn't walk at all, so they had to be carried.
Many monks were helping them.
Seeing the people from the Medicine King Hall, Xu Chen sped up.
As expected, the shed of the Medicine King's Yard in the distance was already revealed in front of him.
These refugees ate very little and were hungry. Coupled with the fact that they had been running all the way, they were extremely tired and could easily fall sick. The number of people here was no less than that of the porridge stall.
Coming to the shed, Xu Chen sized it up.
There were monks grabbing herbs, fresh herbs and old herbs.
A monk was grinding and crushing herbs. He separated a few herbs and mixed them together.
A monk was cooking medicinal soup. There were big pots, small pots, and pots. He carefully controlled the heat. It was much more complicated than in the porridge stall. There were also monks who used trays to carry bowls of medicinal soup to the seriously ill refugees and personally fed them.
There were at least dozens of such tents at a glance.
The treatment shed wasn't here. This place was for those who had been diagnosed and came to get their medicine.
From time to time, Xuan Xin, the head of the Medicine King's Yard, could be seen shuttling back and forth in these shacks.
"Senior Brother, what medicinal soup are you brewing?”
Xu Chen asked as he approached.
In front of him, a monk from the Medicine King's Yard was stirring a large pot of seemingly dark medicinal soup with a spoon. The mist was rising, and the shed was covered in steam. The bitter and strange taste of the medicinal soup made people's teeth ache just by smelling it.
This seemed to be distributed to ordinary refugees.
"Oh? It was Junior Brother Xu Chen. These were the prescriptions personally prepared by the Chief Monk, which could help the benefactors get rid of the wind, cold, dampness and other diseases.”
The monk looked at Xu Chen and replied kindly.
"It's like this."
Xu Chen nodded.
The monk scooped the medicinal soup into a bowl. Without waiting for others to make a move, Xu Chen picked up the tray and said,""Senior Brother, leave this small matter to me!”
He carried the tray and walked to the refugees to distribute the medicinal soup.
"This…"
The monk was stunned for a moment before he smiled."Merciful heart."
When Xu Chen distributed the medicinal soup, he began to use the swastika Buddhist seal that had been strengthened by the Medicine Master Buddha's Heart Mantra.
In order not to be exposed, he secretly injected the swastika Buddhist seal into the bodies of those patients.
This way, although it would not be effective immediately, their bodies would slowly recover. Once he recovered, the merit points would immediately enter his account.
"Thank you, Little Master. Thank you."
An old woman took the bowl of medicine soup from Xu Chen. Xu Chen casually injected the swastika into her body. Then, he said no thanks with a smile and continued to walk towards the other patients.
Among the refugees and patients, the figure of a handsome young monk shuttled back and forth.
Even Xuan Xin, the head of the Medicine King's Yard, began to notice.
"Is he the one who created the Eighteen Arhat Fist, Xu Chen?”
Standing still, Xuan Xin looked at the smiling little monk who was taking care of the refugees.
For several days, Xu Chen worked hard in the Medicine King Yard.
He had also gained a lot of merit points.
The sick refugees also noticed a lovable little monk and praised him. As the merit points entered their pockets, many of the refugees began to recover.
After some of the young and strong recovered, they would help the Shaolin Temple with their work, saying that they were thanking them. Apart from some ruffians causing trouble and being suppressed by the martial monks, it was quite harmonious.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
Xu Chen had also gained more than 6,000 merit points after ten days of hard work!
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