Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 442: Not the Nine Kings of Hell, but the Nine Bodhisattvas

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At the entrance of a deserted village ten miles outside the city, there is a deep pit washed out by heavy rain. People in the entire village have fled, some to the capital, and some to other places. The village has long been deserted, and the weak houses have collapsed one by one. Looking around, there is no one that is intact and still standing. house.

Feng Yuheng was led by Wangchuan to the entrance of the village. As he walked Wangchuan, he told her: "Last night, His Highness ordered the soldiers to move all the corpses here, and after gathering them, they began to burn them. But the refugees If they don’t do it, the ones who died will be their relatives. They insist on being buried in peace, but now it’s raining so heavily and the ground is full of water and mud. Where is the soil!”

Feng Yuheng frowned, walked forward quickly, and soon arrived in front of the crowd.

Many refugees gathered at the entrance of the village. Those who rested in the tents for a night, drank hot porridge and rice, took the anti-inflammatory medicine distributed by Feng Yuheng, and received raincoats. Their bodies have already begun to recover. At that time, some spirit leaders came out to stop the Brahma Corpse.

She heard many people crying, some crying for their parents, some crying for their wives, and some crying for their children. There were also accusations one after another, all of which accused Xuan Tianming and the officers and soldiers of Dashun of being cold-blooded and inhumane. They formed a human wall to isolate the soldiers, and they refused to let the kerosene in the hands of the soldiers pour on the corpses. Feng Yuheng looked through the cracks in the crowd and found that many people simply sat in the pile of corpses. There was a woman holding a child who had been dead for many days in her arms and crying loudly, and kept shouting: "What if If you want to burn it, burn me to death too!"

Xuan Tianming stood at the front of the crowd, with his back to her. He did not wear the raincoat she made specially for him, nor did he let the soldiers hold umbrellas. He just stood in the rain. Feng Yuheng could tell that His shoulders were shaking slightly, and she knew that this man was almost going crazy with anger from the ignorant refugees.

Hurry forward, rush through the crowd and walk to Xuan Tianming. He turned back to look at her, frowned, and blurted out: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly!" She pushed outward.

Feng Yuheng shook her head at him, held his hand with her backhand, and said loudly: "I won't leave, I'm asleep, and we have to face the next thing together." Seeing Xuantian Ming still disagreed and wanted her to go back. She simply pointed to the refugees surrounding the pile of corpses and said to him: "Why do we need to burn corpses? What is an epidemic? Do we have to be buried or cremated? I will tell you these truths. Trust me!"

She spoke loudly, not only Xuan Tianming could hear it, but also the refugees, so someone immediately retorted - "What's the point? Of course I want to be buried in peace!"

Feng Yuheng turned around and faced the refugees. After thinking about it, she simply reached into her sleeves and took out the loudspeaker from the space. People saw her put a strange object to her mouth, and then when she spoke, her voice suddenly became so loud that everyone could hear it clearly in such heavy rain. Just listen to Feng Yuheng say - "Is it safe to go to An'an? Look, where is there any soil now? It's all mud! It's raining heavily in the sky and flooding underground. Even if you can barely bury yourself in the mud, you may not be able to sleep for a night. It was washed away in no time and you couldn’t even see it!”

Someone retorted loudly: "Is it possible that we can see it if it is burned?"

Feng Yuheng shook his head, "You can't see it either, and let me tell you, with so many people burning together, even if there are ashes, you can't tell who's whose!"

"Then you still want to burn it!" The woman holding the child became emotional: "I can't let you burn my child. I am holding him, and he is where I am!"

Feng Yuheng looked cold and said loudly: "Okay! But it's not that he is where you are, but that where he is, you are!"

For a while, not everyone realized what she meant by this, but there were some who were smart enough to think about it for a while and then said: "You mean, if we want to save the bodies of our loved ones, we have to Are you going to stay in this big pit too?"

Xuan Tianming held her hand tightly and was about to yell, but was stopped by Feng Yuheng. Then she strode forward and said coldly: "That's right! The deceased is already dead. No matter how different we are from living people, since some people don't want to be separated from their loved ones, then stay. It is absolutely impossible to bring the body back to the camp!" She had been tired recently and her throat was a little cracked, but the sound she roared was shocking. People are terrified.

The sound coming out of the military loudspeaker was unimaginable by the ancients. It was as if the sound came from the sky, had no root and origin, but could spread in all directions. Such a vision has a certain deterrent effect, not to mention that the speaker is Feng Yuheng. Everyone knows that she is a miracle doctor. When hearing her say this, the smart people immediately asked: "Why can't the corpse be removed?" Take it back to the camp?"

Feng Yuheng regained her composure and finally brought the topic to the topic. She asked people - "Have you ever thought about why we made you take medicine and injections after we set up a rain tent and gave you porridge and rice?" ?Have you ever thought about why you have to carry the body so far? Why insist on burning it? Let me tell you, floods are not terrible, and the body does not have to be cremated, but if the body is allowed to be dumped randomly, heavy rains will After that, there will be a scorching sun. By then, the corpses will rot and the epidemic will be rampant. His Highness Ninth Prince and I risked our lives to go out of the city to save you. We worked so hard and exhausted our manpower, material and financial resources, but in the end you contracted the epidemic because you insisted on saving these corpses. If one of us dies in front of us, wouldn't all our hard work and dedication be in vain? I said that the current situation cannot be buried deeply. The body will still be washed out by the flood after being buried in the mud. After being buried, it will be washed away again. The corpse will rot faster, and the consequences will be more terrible than leaving it alone. I would like to ask you, compared to cremation, are you willing to watch the corpse of your loved one rot little by little in front of you? Or would you rather have the corpse rotten? Spread the epidemic and follow in their footsteps? With such disregard for the dignity of the deceased, have you ever thought about their feelings?"

Feng Yu Heng's voice became louder and louder, and when she finally stopped speaking, she heard Xuan Tianming's voice using his inner strength to say again: "The dead hope that the living can live well, this The truth, if I don’t believe it, you don’t understand!”

The words of the two of them made the originally chaotic refugees gradually calm down. Even the woman holding the child stopped crying. People were thinking about Feng Yuheng’s words and thinking about those words. authenticity.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with some knowledge of medicine stood up, bowed deeply to Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng, then turned to the refugees and said, "You all recognize them. Some of me are my fellow villagers, some of whom I met on the way to escape. You all know that I am a doctor. Although I only practice medicine in mountain villages, I have treated you many times. I heard all the words of the Lord of Jian County just now , she is right, the scary thing is not the flood, but the epidemic that may break out at any time after the flood."

Not everyone can hear his words clearly, but the people in front will tell the people behind after hearing it. Gradually, people know that the doctor on their side also agrees with the statement of the Lord of Ji'an County. He swore to death before The determination to defend the bodies of loved ones also began to waver.

Feng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps forward, passed through the pile of refugees, walked to the pit, and stood facing the woman holding the child. She said loudly: "You can only extend the life of that child if you live. Every year during the Ghost Festival, someone will put a water lantern for him, and someone will burn some paper money for him during the New Year. If you die together, If he is gone, then who should do these things? How can he feel at ease down there?"

Finally, the woman burst into thunderous cries, but her hands released the child little by little. Feng Yuheng quickly ordered Wangchuan Huangquan: "Go down and bring the people up!"

The two girls understood the situation and rushed to the pit to drag the woman out. At the same time, several more soldiers rushed down and rescued the people who were also in a relaxed mood, dragging them to the ground and carrying them to the top.

People no longer resisted, and the human wall automatically dispersed. The village doctor said to Xuan Tianming: "Your Highness, burn it!"

Xuan Tianming nodded and said: "Thank you." Then he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers around him: "Pour fuel on the fire."

Under the heavy rain, it was impossible to ignite without pouring kerosene. The soldiers poured buckets of kerosene into the corpse pit, and then threw torches in one by one. Suddenly, flames shot into the sky, and the people who watched the scene started crying again, but no one rushed forward.

Xuan Tianming took two steps forward, lifted his robe, and knelt on one knee on the muddy ground.

His move stunned all the refugees. Before anyone could realize why, Feng Yuheng followed his example and knelt down next to him, and then Feng Yu Heng's two girls, and then the officers and soldiers, all knelt in front of the fire. Then Xuan Tianming said loudly: "They are my Dashun people. Today, I will give them a ride!"

People suddenly realized that it was His Highness the Ninth Prince and the Lord of Ji'an County leading the entire army to bury the dead. They were completely shocked, so shocked that they didn't even bother to kneel down. They all stared at this scene in complete disbelief.

Is this the legendary Ninth Prince who kills without blinking an eye, acts willfully, and is completely unreasonable? Some people call him the King of Hell, but who would have thought that such a person could put down his dignity as a prince and lead his future princess to kneel down and lift her robe to bury ordinary people?

People's noses are sore. This soreness is not caused by the pain of their relatives being converted to Sanskrit, but by the emotion and sadness caused by the kneeling of the Ninth Prince and the Lord of Ji'an County.

They also knelt down, but they were not facing the fire scene, but facing Xuantian, Ming, Feng and Yuheng. The refugees would not say any righteous words, but only knew how to cast their most pious gazes. The words that came out of their mouths were the most direct and simple ones - "Ninth Prince, Lord of Ji'an County, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old." Years old!"