Chapter 597 The Dead
As night fell one day, in the refugee camp, the voices of reciting the Book of Calamities became louder and more uniform.
Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu sat together, each holding a bowl of porridge in their hands, looking very solemn.
“Can’t find it.”
Ning Wushu said softly: “When Divine Doctor Liang was pestering Fa Tuo today, I checked his tent again... not only his tent , I checked all the monks’ tents, and there were no medicinal materials stored in any of them.”
Fu Qingzhou also shook his head: "There were no medicinal materials during the transportation of rice, and the place where they stored the rice was in the open air, where everyone could see it. I also went for a walk in the afternoon, and there was nothing there. "
Ning Wushu frowned: "But..."
"...But from last night to tonight, Fatuo would hide in the tent from time to time without seeing anyone." Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "He must be doing something."
"I am close to his tent." Ning Wushu took a sip of porridge and said: "You can also hear slight noises from his tent. He must be refining medicine."
"If nothing else, there was smoke in his tent this evening... It must have been caused by refining medicine, but they said that Fatuo was there. Practice.”
The two looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.
Fatuo spent several hours refining the medicine this day. How could it be possible that there was no place to hide the medicine and no one to deliver it to him?
Yes, monks often come in and out of his tent. It is freezing cold today, and those monks are all wearing large and thick robes. It is too easy to hide some medicinal materials in those robes... But what is their medicine? Where did it come from?
These monks did bring some luggage, but those small luggage boxes were so big. Even if they hid medicinal materials before, how long would they last?
“There must be something we have overlooked.”
Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "The scope of the investigation must be expanded. Any...I mean any suspicious things or suspicious people must be paid attention to."
At this moment, there was a sudden call from the other side of the refugee camp. There came a burst of wailing.
The two were startled, stood up, and followed the sound.
The other refugees were also attracted. They all stood up and walked over there.
Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu got closer and heard a child crying "Mother" and "Wake up". They suddenly understood...that a patient had died.
"Alas."
Fu Qingzhou sighed.
This is not unexpected. The weather is so cold now and the patient is already weak. How much can a thin tent block the cold wind?
Not to mention, now that the epidemic is rampant, Anyue City is not rich in supplies, and most of the quilts and cotton-padded clothes that can be delivered are in tatters... From last night to today, there have been no large-scale deaths. It has been extremely difficult.
They and other refugees gathered around and saw an eight or nine-year-old child sobbing on his mother’s body outside a tent. The woman’s body was covered with dirty stones and she had no breath. His two eyes stared blankly at the sky, and there was still porridge on hand that he had no time to drink.
Liang Guangchang was also here - he shook his head and sighed: "I'm sorry, kid, your mother is too ill. The dirty stones have invaded her heart veins. I...have no way to save her."
The child was still crying and didn't look up.
In the crowd, a refugee shook his head and sighed: "This woman must not be sincere enough. Look at us, we are much better after taking medicine for a day..."
He did not say anything. After that, the child suddenly raised his head and stared fiercely, his eyes red and swollen from crying were full of murderous intent!
“I’ll kill you!”
The child roared like a wolf, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and rushed towards the person who had just spoken!
But before he could rush over, a fist hit the refugee hard in the stomach!
It is Ning Wushu.
“If you can’t speak, then don’t speak!”
She grabbed the refugee by the neck, punched him in the stomach, kicked him aside, and said viciously: "My mother is dead, and you are making sarcastic remarks here?!"
The man was punched twice and choked. He almost ran out of breath and huddled on the ground, breathing hard and in fear.
Fu Qingzhou also grabbed the child and couldn't get away no matter how crazy the child was.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, someone will help you teach him a lesson."
He whispered in the child's ear: "The business is to bury your mother first."
< br>The reason for their action is very simple... All refugees are victims. They have fallen here. Whether they are bewitched by monks or say unpleasant things, they should not kill each other. Now it looks like a child is about to pounce on an adult because of his mother.
However, the refugees were seriously ill, cold and tired, and were driven out by Panyang City and moved here. The so-called "Buddha's grace" would still take seven days to take effect, and most of them were afraid and suspicious.
Now that another person has died... people's hearts must be greatly unstable.
If blood is seen, whether the child goes crazy and actually kills the adult, or the adult hurts the child, it may be a trigger of terror.
Although the chaos in the refugee camp is very detrimental to the spread of faith by the Ernan monks, but...
Neither Fu Qingzhou nor Ning Wushu could just watch this group of already pitiful people fall into greater panic and danger.
No one sympathized with the man who was beaten down by Ning Wushu. His words were too unpleasant and he deserved to be beaten. Many people even spat on him and made up for him.
The child was tied tightly by Fu Qingzhou. Seeing this, he slowly calmed down.
"Divine Doctor Liang."
Fu Qingzhou raised his head and asked: "What should we do with the deceased...?"
"Burn." Liang Guangchang said solemnly: "If you bury it in the ground like this, the disease will contaminate the land and water sources, and snakes, insects, rats and ants will also carry the disease and run around, making the disease more serious."
"No, No!"
The child who had just calmed down became red-eyed again: "My mother wants to be laid to rest! I, we are from Pan Yangcheng! I have nothing to do with my mother! Go back and be buried!"
Fu Qingzhou looked embarrassed, still pressing the child, and at the same time cast a questioning look at Liang Guangchang.
But Liang Guangchang just shook his head heavily: "No... Maybe a corpse will not have much impact, but if we don't burn it today, we won't burn it tomorrow and the day after. Everyone has to be buried. If the epidemic becomes serious, then It’s out of control.”
The child is young but does not understand these principles and is still crying and screaming.
At this moment, a Buddha chant rang out from the crowd.
"Namo Bai'annan Buddha... Dear donors, please let the poor monk have a look."
This is the voice of Dharma Tuo.
The crowd suddenly became quiet, and even the child temporarily shut up.
Fa Tuo led several monks through the crowd and came to the female corpse and took a look.
“It can be buried.” He said.
Liang Guangchang was shocked, but he still controlled his emotions well: "Master, no! This disease..."
"The poor monk will perform rituals to cleanse the dirt on her body." Fa Tuo interrupted him and said calmly: "In addition, the poor monk has sent someone to inform Governor Yang of Anyue City that early tomorrow morning, someone will come to collect the body and bury it in the ground."
Liang Guangchang's eyes widened: "How is that possible? There have been epidemics everywhere recently. Where can we get so much manpower and material resources?"
Fa Tuo smiled at him: "Donor Liang, don't worry. We have many believers in the Ernan Buddhist Association, and we also have a lot of offerings. Otherwise, how can we give out rice and porridge every day? A few coffins, a poor monk can still afford..."
After saying that, he clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the female corpse: "Although this female benefactor has little connection with Buddhism in this life, she has experienced hundreds of hardships in the world. After reincarnation, she will enter the bliss of the Western Heaven... Junior brothers, please follow me in chanting sutras and saving salvation.”
As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged.
The monks he brought also sat down around the female corpse, took out wooden fish from their sleeves, and chanted sutras one after another.
The refugees naturally made way for them, and the child's eyes calmed down, and he just shed tears silently.
During the Sanskrit singing, everyone fell silent, and many refugees knelt down and chanted sutras together. For a moment, the dry air that had been floating in the air above the refugee camp immediately dissipated, leaving only the ethereal Sanskrit chants. The singing is endless.
Only Fu Qingzhou, Ning Wushu, and Liang Guangchang looked so solemn that they almost dripped with ink.
This monk... his methods of winning people's hearts are really good...
(End of this chapter)