Treat illnesses and save lives

"Where's your father?"

"He was captured and killed in the expedition against the Western Di."

"...Where's your mother?"

"My mother died of starvation..."

"Where's your family's land?"

"My father died, so it became someone else's."

"!!! Who dares to annex the land?"

"It's someone from a high-ranking official's family."

"..."

A thin child was wolfing down dry food and biscuits. His Majesty the Emperor had been fighting against the Western Di for many years, and the corvée was heavy. In addition, the plague was rampant. People from such a family were not uncommon. The young Taoist priest, who was leaning on a wooden stick and wearing a patchwork Taoist robe, had a gloomy face.

Seeing that the child was obviously very hungry, but still had half of the food left, he forced a smile and said:

"Why don't you eat it?"

The child carefully stuffed the cake into his arms and said:

"Mom said to leave some for the next meal. It's better to be hungry every meal than to be full and then starve to death."

He paused, a little confused, but his mother left food for every meal, but still starved to death, which shows that what his mother said is not quite right, but his mother starved to death, and he is still alive, so what his mother said seems to be right.

Starved to death, no temperature, no way to speak, hands are cold.

The mother who could carry him everywhere, when she fell down, was already covered by a thin straw mat.

When the child said this, the lips of the young Taoist trembled, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. The two Taoists next to him were silent and speechless. There was also a tall middle-aged man with an angry face. He punched the tree next to him heavily, breaking and breaking the big tree.

There was some regret in the child's eyes.

That was a willow tree. The willow bark tasted pretty good, and the newly grown buds were also delicious.

You won't be able to eat it after it's broken.

The young Taoist rubbed the child's head in silence and asked, "What's your name?"

The child replied, "Shuigouzi."

The young Taoist said, "...What's that name?"

The child said, "My mother said that people like us can survive more easily if we have a mean name."

The young Taoist was silent for a moment. He sighed and looked at his two younger brothers and the bandit he had captured. When the child was asleep, they talked in a low voice. He didn't know how to treat the child. He couldn't just leave him alone, but he couldn't take him with him either.

Today, there is a great epidemic in Jizhou, which is particularly serious. They plan to go to Jizhou to treat the people there. A child is not in good health. If he goes to such a place, he may die of serious illness in a few days. They discussed it and decided to leave the child in the home of a citizen who had received their kindness even if the middle-aged man objected.

Then they divided half of the copper coins on their bodies.

Let the man take care of the child.

Then the group went to Jizhou, but they did not expect that after resting in the wild for a night, they would find the child again the next day. He was covered in dust and chased after them like a stubborn little beast. The middle-aged man rushed over and picked up the child regardless of anything.

Zhang Jue looked at the child, opened his mouth, and said, "The place we are going is very dangerous..."

The child said seriously, "Follow you, you can have food."

Zhang Jue was speechless. He wanted to say that there would be food even if he stayed, but looking at the child's eyes.

He didn't know how to explain.

The middle-aged man lifted the child up, took a look, and suddenly shouted: "You kid, why are all the money I gave you gone? Why are you left with only these few big cakes?!" He stretched out his big hand, but only found a few cakes from the child's arms. The child smiled and held up the cakes preciously: "This, you can eat it, you won't starve to death." The voice paused: "Mother said, don't starve to death..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but could only sigh and curse. The emperor conquered the Western Di, and the court was extravagant, so the taxes were very high. Zhang Jue reached out and touched the hair of the young child, saying: "Then you can follow me..."

"Do you remember your last name?"

The child shook his head in a very bachelor way, which made the middle-aged man angry and helpless. He just wanted to eat and eat. Zhang Jue smiled and said, "Surnames are very important to the people of Shenzhou. I can't give you a random name, but I can change your name."

"The ditch is a place where water is stored. If the water is stored for thousands of years, it will become an abyss."

"You should be the abyss, how about it?"

The child didn't know anything, but just nodded blankly. The big man laughed and put the young child on his shoulders. When the whole court ignored the epidemic in Jizhou, Zhang Jue led his brothers and believers into the plague.

As the situation changed, the Taoist named Zhang Jue used herbs and talismans to treat the plague, but was ridiculed by officials as witchcraft and talismans. It was useless to deceive the people. However, in that era when plague and typhoid fever were regarded as fatal diseases, the court blocked the typhoid fever area, but he went against the flow.

Someone asked him why, for fame or for profit.

This young Taoist priest always smiled and said that he was curing diseases and saving people.

Indeed...

In the eyes of the aristocratic families, risking one's life for a few civilians is indeed a stupid person. At present, the worries of relatives and eunuchs are the major issues in the hearts of the ministers. Lu Zhi and Wang Yun, famous people, are worried about the fate of the Han Dynasty. They are loyal and full of emotion.

Worried that the current emperor is young and is deceived by those eunuchs and relatives, and worried about how to revive the Han Dynasty.

The young Taoist priest treated these seriously ill people and relieved their resentment, telling them that the dragon veins of the Han Dynasty are still prosperous, and the epidemic is only temporary. When the current emperor eliminates those treacherous ministers and reorganizes things, everything will slowly get better.

"To survive, as long as you survive, you can always see hope."

There are also many people who have lost their parents and worshipped Zhang Jue. He treats them equally.

The child named A Yuan was really weak, it seems that he had a serious illness when he was young, and he was born with a deficiency. He was not well taken care of afterwards and often coughed. Liu Niu, who accompanied Zhang Jiao and the others, was a strong man who had been a bandit and robbed. He couldn't stand the boy's sickly appearance.

He trained the boy to exercise every day.

He cursed, but he had to find a way to give the boy a snack after each training.

Or he went to catch a rabbit or shoot a sparrow. He could always find all kinds of food.

This period of time was the happiest time in the memory of the child named A Yuan. He had many playmates and brothers. Uncle A Niu would take him to exercise, let him sit on his shoulders, and take him everywhere to see everywhere. Although there were epidemics, many people were still cured under Zhang Jiao's medical skills.

The old man next door also taught Yuan how to find edible flowers and plants.

He told him that malt was actually very sweet.

Yuan was a little curious. If he couldn't even eat wheat, how could he eat malt?

The old man's eyes always became complicated.

Yuan looked at Liu Niu next to him and said, "Uncle Niu, did I say something wrong?"

Liu Niu sighed and said, "No, it's this world that's wrong. Those nobles don't care about our lives. I heard that sometimes they have a banquet, and the meat thrown away can fill a room, and the wine poured out is a jar."

The old man hurriedly stopped Liu Niu and said, "What are you talking about."

Then he smiled and touched Yuan's head, pointed to his pocket, and said:

"Nothing, just like Mr. Zhang said, our Han Dynasty has been through so many years, and the emperor and nobles must be thinking about how to get through these difficulties. Everything will be fine by then. Now, I'm saving some wheat as seeds. Haha, grandpa will teach you how to eat malt by then."

Yuan's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.

The old man was in a good mood.

Then, after a while, Zhang Jue successfully cured everyone nearby, and then traveled away from here, curing illnesses and saving lives along the way. When he left, the people sent him far away. Yuan saw the Taoist smiling, with shallow dimples on his cheeks.

Zhang Jue rubbed his head and said, "As long as you take it slow, the Han Dynasty will always be revived."

But this summer, there was a severe drought, and large tracts of land were barren.

Zhang Jue's reputation as a wise man even made him have followers among officials from aristocratic families. Zhang Jue and his disciples hurried to a family to borrow grain. The children of the family entertained Zhang Jue grandly. There were all kinds of dishes on the table, and even the sound of piano and musical instruments. In such a place, a group of Taoists wearing linen clothes looked extremely ugly and eye-catching.

Yuan heard faint laughter.

He felt a little inferior, lowered his head, saw those dancers wearing gorgeous silk, looked at his shoes with exposed toes, felt very embarrassed and uncomfortable, he noticed that Brother Tang Zhou next to him stared at the beautiful dancer, his eyes did not blink.

The Taoist next to him was still calm and composed.

But when he proposed to ask the nobles to help the victims, he was pushed away.

Those people started to say something again, the Indian monks translated the Prajna Samadhi Sutra and received a lot of gold and silver treasures.

It is also heard that in Luoyang, the capital of the Han Dynasty, several high officials proposed that the great sage Cai Yong and others revised the seven classics of "Book of Songs", "Book of History", "Book of Changes", "Spring and Autumn Annals", "Gongyang Zhuan", "Rites", and "Analects" and engraved them into stone tablets.

There are a total of 46 steles, which took eight years to carve. They are shaped like a Chinese character "匚" and stand on the east side of the lecture hall of the Imperial College. They are covered with a roof and surrounded by guardrails on both sides. Every day, the children of noble families go to watch, and there are more than a thousand vehicles.

Those who wear silk and satin and look white-skinned and make people feel inferior say.

This is a great thing to create and continue the cultural context and benefit future generations.

The merits are immeasurable.

When the banquet was held, Yuan took a bite of meat out of curiosity and was stunned.

At the end of the banquet, he pulled Zhang Jiao's sleeve: "Master, Master."

"Is this meat?!"

"We can eat meat..."

"It's my first time eating it, it smells so good..."

Faced with many difficulties, the Taoist priest who was still calm and composed, and whose demeanor seemed to be superior to many so-called big figures, suddenly burst into tears. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves, pulled Yuan, and said: "We have borrowed food, and we will go to Jizhou now..."

...

They took the food back to where they had been before.

Zhang Jiao's eyes lit up slightly, and he did not stop all the way. As for Yuan, who was weak, Liu Niu carried him on his back and rushed back without stopping, but he did not see familiar people. The villages and towns that had been cured had become deserted in large areas.

Zhang Jue hurriedly stopped a man, pointed to the place where the person he knew lived, and said:

"Excuse me, where is this family?"

The man said numbly: "Ah, old man Zhou, dead, starved to death."

Zhang Jue opened his mouth: "These, all these people..."

The man said: "Yes, they starved to death."

"There is no harvest this year, and the taxes in the court have increased again. His Majesty the Emperor seems to want to build a garden, and to build some stone tablets, all of which are money, so naturally he has to collect money. The food was taken away, and there was nothing to eat, so they had to starve to death. Starving to death is just right, and the land can also be taken away..."

The young Taoist stumbled back and suddenly felt dizzy.

The people he saved from typhoid fever died of hunger, and how much wine and meat did the rich throw away every day? How much was given to the foreign monks and the great sages to integrate the literature?

Every word in the prosperous cultural context is a person who starved to death or died in the battlefield of Xidi.

A Yuan found the old man's house, which was empty.

He took out the rotten meat from under his sleeve and gently placed it in front of the door.

He squatted in front of the house.

"Grandpa..."

"It's not just malt."

"Meat is sweet too."

"Oh, and we can eat meat, and noodles..."

...

After a long drought, it finally rained a little.

The Taoist in a simple linen robe stood silently in the rain. He looked up at the sky, hesitating at a loss. What was he doing? What was the reason for the people he saved and the struggle to support them? Was it to live like animals and then die after struggling?

This world is a serious illness.

Yuan will never forget it.

The Taoist stood in the rain, and slowly, people wearing linen clothes appeared. A glimmer of hope appeared on their numb faces. They found a broken umbrella, something that could shield them from the wind and rain, and gathered around the Taoist.

Shield him from the wind and rain.

One, ten, a hundred.

Until there were countless people.

The cloths of various colors and the broken umbrellas gathered together were like the vast sky.

If you don't see the eager eyes of countless people, then you can't understand what sorrow is. People who are sinking in the darkness will rush over even if there is only a little light. The Taoist turned around and saw the silent person standing behind him. He saw those eager eyes.

He thought of the Taoist precepts.

No, no.

Zhang Jue was silent, and he stretched out his hand to those people -

How could he refuse...

Moths will fly into the fire.

The fire will eventually burn out.

People who can illuminate others in the darkness cannot make a second choice at this time. If not, he will no longer be the fire.

......

"No way!!"

"For a disciple of the Taoist sect, contact with luck will ruin one's practice, let alone you… you…"

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, who had always believed in their brother, were furious this time.

"Brother, do you know what you are going to do?!"

Zhang Jue stretched out his hand and pressed it on his brother's shoulder, saying, "I know."

The Taoist who had once gone deep into the land of colds replied like this—

"Cure diseases and save people."

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were suddenly speechless.

So he walked to the front of this era and divided 36 generals, Liu Niu was one of them, but the man scratched his head and smiled: "Great Sage, I am just a rough man and have no qualifications to obey the crowd. I am okay with charging and killing, but I will not be the general of you. Let A Yuan lead this one."

The young man named A Yuan was stunned, and then blushed.

Liu Niu waved his hand, glared, and said, "Shut up, kid!"

A Yuan was quiet and obedient.

Liu Niu looked at Zhang Jue and grinned, "Great Sage, I watched this child grow up. I fought for his country. He is still young. I hope he can see a better future. Besides, it would be a good thing if he could leave his name in the world. Please give him a title..."

He patted A Yuan's head kindly.

Zhang Jue nodded slowly. He was a true cultivator. He broke off some straw at random and asked A Yuan to pick one for divination. When he saw the result, Zhang Jue was stunned. The others were also stunned for a moment, and then they laughed, because the name calculated by divination actually had the name of a Han official.

And it was like this several times in a row.

Zhang Jue simply stopped hesitating.

Then, he gave A Yuan the title of Qu Shuai -

Sili.

In the end, the young Taoist who was once full of hope for the Han Dynasty agreed on the name of the uprising -

Heaven, dead!