I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 138 Plague
"What a shameless bastard! You don't make a cent every day, but you use the rotten intestines and poisonous smells in the brothel as rouge and cream to take home."

"Now you have sores on your buttocks and pus oozing from your crotch, and you have the nerve to pull at my embroidered quilt."

"Poor old woman, I have to wash your clothes every day, serve your parents on your behalf, and help you take care of the household! It's not enough that you have a dirty disease and it's rotting in your crotch, but you also bring it back home to cause harm to others. My life is so miserable!"

"God, please open your eyes and take this disloyal and unfilial beast away!"

The deafening curses made the window papers rustle, startled the neighbor's yellow dog and made it bark non-stop, and attracted the prying eyes of countless neighbors!

"My dear, please keep your voice down. Don't let the dirty laundry of your family become public!"

"Oh, you filthy son of a bitch, now that you know your family's dirty laundry, what were you doing before?"

Just as the suppressed plea for mercy was uttered, even more shrill curses echoed throughout the courtyard.

When everyone heard the sound, they knew that the butcher's wife of the Li family had lost her temper again. They were all gloating and talking about it.

Many women use this incident to educate their men, telling them not to go to those brothels for temporary happiness, as it will only hurt others and themselves in the end!
But little did they know that on that day, it was not only the daughter-in-law of the Li family who was cursing.

I don’t know how many young women felt horrified and angry when they saw the green stain on the pants caused by the burst pustules while washing clothes.

However, being able to curse out loud is considered good, and there are more women who cover their faces and cry late at night.

Life must go on.

Many people can only endure humiliation.

For the high and mighty monks, no one cares about these syphilis patients.

Yes, no one cares about this epidemic.

It was just a slight feverish rash, a high fever in the middle of the night, a house with its doors and windows nailed shut, a deserted and cold street...

Until the scabs of the pustules were branded into everyone's skin, and kings, generals, beggars and refugees were equally included in history books, panic began to spread.

……

The sandalwood incense is lingering, and people's hearts are filled with melancholy.

In the meeting hall of Qingxin Temple, the senior officials who had hurried over gathered together and talked in low voices.

Until the sound of footsteps came, the whispers finally stopped, and everyone bowed in unison and said:
"Greetings to the Master!"

The head of Qingxin Temple looked around, cleared his throat and said:
"I've suddenly summoned all of you fellow disciples today. I think you should have guessed something. Recently, a plague has been raging in the world, causing great suffering. What do you think we should do?"

As the brothers in the meeting hall looked at each other, Gao Gong said loudly:
"As a member of the Xuanmen sect, I should practice medicine to help the world and save the people!"

"Well said. The people are suffering from this great epidemic. It is time for us to help the world. However, this plague has spread to the nine lands. I am afraid it is the work of evil cultivators. We are few and far between and I am afraid we are powerless to do anything!"

"In my opinion, the nine great sects will soon take on the responsibility, so it is better for us to protect one side."

"How to provide shelter?"

"I see you're good at refining pills, so I'll use them to cure illnesses and save lives!"

"I have good intentions, but our temple has limited manpower and elixirs are in short supply. What should we do?"

"That plague is nothing more than syphilis. It doesn't require any high-quality elixirs! I've calculated that if I replace the main ingredient of my Guanqingwen Pill, the Polygonatum sibiricum, with a two-year-old one, and mix borneol with 70% camphor, and add a pinch of incense ash, the cost can be reduced to three qian of silver per pill, which is more than enough to cure this plague."

"Excellent!"

"But the price of medicinal materials has risen sharply now. Even so, I'm afraid it won't be enough to meet the needs of the victims!"

"A journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength; time reveals a person's true character. Since it is impossible to satisfy everyone, in my opinion, we must naturally decide based on the closeness of our relationship."

"Oh, what is closeness or distance?"

“Those who make the most offerings and make the most merit on a daily basis are considered to be close to us.”

"This... doesn't this go against the Xuan spirit of benefiting the world and people?"

"So, Senior Brother, what you mean is, to sacrifice those who are close to you to save those who are distant from you?"

"This……"

……

With the plague rampant, folk remedies are no longer effective.

At this moment, only the methods of immortals can be effective.

Suddenly, the prices of various medicinal herbs and elixirs in the Xianjia Market skyrocketed, and many people took advantage of the situation to drive up prices and even make unscrupulous profits. However, some were short-sighted, while others discovered with horror that the plague had already spread to the Nine Paths.

This is absolutely not normal!
……

……

"Senior brother——"

A cry of surprise was heard, and the door of the Dihuo Pavilion was slammed open, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"What's so frustrating?"

Master Qu, who was refining the elixir, frowned and looked at the stairs leading to the ground, only to see Junior Brother Zhao rushing in with a panicked look on his face.

"Brother, this is bad. A plague has suddenly broken out in the Nine Dao Lands. Overnight, no less than one million people have been infected."

"An outbreak of plague?"

Sect Leader Qu frowned and said, "I just came down the mountain the day before yesterday, how come I haven't seen any trace of the plague?"

"There's no outbreak in our Qianfengling area. It happened somewhere else."

"Is this true?"

"It's absolutely true. I just came from Lingnan Dao. There are almost no healthy people there. Almost everyone, old, weak, women, and children, is infected with syphilis. Junior brother specifically sent a friend to ask about other Dao and counties. Almost no one in the nine Daos is spared."

"This is strange. How could a plague suddenly break out overnight? Even if a plague broke out, it shouldn't have occurred in all nine lands at the same time, unless it was... man-made!"

Sect Leader Qu suddenly looked at his junior fellow apprentice.

"Junior brother, I heard that this syphilis plague first spread from brothels."

"Wait! You just said there's no plague in the Qianfengling area?"

The junior fellow was startled and cried out in shock, "Brother, are you saying... this is the work of the Fangzhong Sect?"

"pretty close!"

"Is the Fangzhong faction going to make enemies with the world?"

"It doesn't have the guts to do that, unless... this is a stair-climbing ritual!"

"Oh no! Hua Chaoge has already reached the fourth level of Great Perfection. If we let him ascend..."

The two men looked at each other and were about to get up and leave the Dihuo Pavilion when a shocking roar of anger came from outside the pavilion.

"Old thief from Dihuo Temple, come out and die!"

Upon hearing the sound, Sect Leader Qu's face changed drastically. He dropped the pill that was about to be made and ran out of the underground palace.

I just came out of the Dihuo Pavilion, and a chill ran through my head wherever I looked!
Suddenly, a dark cloud drifted across the clear sky. Within the cloud, a pale-faced middle-aged Taoist priest stood in mid-air. As Master Qu appeared, the dark cloud surrounding the Taoist priest suddenly dispersed and fell towards the Dihuo Temple.

Look closely, where are those dark clouds?
——It’s clearly a plague fog!

"Who are you, and why are you harming my Dihuo Temple?"

As Master Qu Zhang shouted angrily, he saw dark clouds descending from the sky and covering the Dihuo Temple. In an instant, countless disciples of the Dihuo Temple scratched their arms in fear, and saw pus-filled blisters growing wildly on their skin.

"Old man, why are you pretending to be stupid? Why don't you just prepare to be killed!"

Lu Wujiu shouted angrily and raised his long sleeves. Billowing ink swarmed out from his sleeves and transformed into a three-meter-long black-scaled dragon in mid-air, circling around him.

He lightly touched the black-scaled dragon's forehead, as if adding the finishing touch, and poured the soul of the Black Dragon King into it.

In an instant, the eyes of the black-scaled dragon, which had only a shape a moment ago, suddenly lit up.

"go with!"

Lu Wujiu let out a low roar, and the black-scaled dragon rushed towards Sect Leader Qu while shaking its head and tail.

"Black Dragon King?! Are you a disciple of the Fangzhong Sect?"

When Master Qu saw this, he was horrified.

"Bullshit! If I were a disciple of the Fangzhong Sect, why would I skin and pull out the tendons of the Black Dragon King and kill him to cultivate my magical powers?"

Lu Wujiu shouted angrily, trying to cover up his mistake but making it even more obvious.

(End of this chapter)