"Let me tell you the story about Sun Bin!" I took a deep breath and said, "Pang Juan made Sun Bin look like this, and even made him disabled. Logically, Sun Bin hated Pang Juan to the core? But later, Qi and Wei started a war, and Sun Bin used a trick to block Pang Juan in Maling Road, but did not kill him, but let Pang Juan go, claiming that Pang Juan committed suicide."

"Pang Juan felt extremely guilty and was about to return to his master Guiguzi to continue his practice. As a result, a few years later, Sun Bin suffered from a strange disease and searched for famous doctors, but he could not understand the method. He had no choice but to find his master Guiguzi. At this time, Pang Juan had already had amazing medical skills. He gave Sun Bin acupuncture treatment, and finally let Sun Bin survive. The two of them studied ghost doctors together, each taking advantage of their strengths and removing their weaknesses, which made them achieve the glory of today's ghost doctors..."

"Imagine if Sun Bin did not let Pang Juan go, who would have saved him when he was seriously ill? How could the ghost doctor lineage be carried forward? Repaying grievances with virtue is a traditional virtue of China, and more so, it is to leave a blessing for himself."

"The descendants of the ghost doctor should not only inherit Sun Bin's medical skills, but also inherit Sun Bin's tolerant heart!"

Even I don’t know why I feel so much emotion at this moment and say so many things in one breath.

The old witch doctor frowned and glanced at the little widow, but the little widow turned his head aside angrily: "Mom, I'll listen to you, you can do whatever you say."

The old witch doctor sighed heavily, then filled a little water in the clay pot, pinched a few insects with red bodies to death, and threw them into the clay pot. He told me that as long as I feed the water to the villagers, the poison could be cured.

I said, "Now the villagers have become walking corpses one by one, and I'm afraid I can't feed them! And there's only such a little water, so it's not enough to divide it."

The old witch doctor smiled faintly and glanced at the little widow: "Go and help him."

Although the little widow was angry, she didn't dare to fight against the old witch doctor, so she could only follow me.

When I found those villagers, my mind was buzzing.

Some of them had already walked into the river, and the river water was about to flood the top of their heads in the next second.

I quickly looked at the little widow and asked the little widow to help.

The little widow took out a bell and shook it rhythmically, and the jingling sound spread far in the air.

As this strange sound rang out, I found that the villagers gradually had intuition and no longer continued to move forward, but looked around for no reason. After that, they lost their energy and fell to the ground one after another.

Five minutes later, almost everyone woke up, wondering why they appeared here? Then there was endless panic, crying and shouting at her parents to run into the village.

While comforting everyone, I ran to the river and pulled out all the people struggling in the river.

Under my comfort, everyone finally calmed down and I arranged for everyone to drink the antidote.

After drinking it, everyone's symptoms still did not relieve them.

Niu Dazhuang looked at me angrily: "You liar, you said you could solve the evil thing today, but you almost killed the whole village. I want to take you out of nothing!"

"Yes, killing him, killing him, he was the one who harmed us. Now the Land Lord is even more angry and is going to take our lives."

I glanced at the villagers helplessly and said, "Okay, don't yell. From now on, your illness will gradually get better. All this is attributed to the old witch doctor! The Master of Land gave the old witch doctor a dream and told her that as long as you no longer move the mountain, you will detoxify the whole village. The old witch doctor has promised the Master of Land to stop moving the mountain, so the Master of Land has told the old witch doctor the way to detoxify. What you just drank was the antidote, and now you are all safe..."

Everyone was still full of doubts, and I couldn't come up with any evidence to prove it, so I had to tell everyone that I would not leave until they recovered.

Everyone was finally convinced, so I hurriedly informed their family and took them all back.

It seems that the peasant women should have been controlled, drowsy and unable to wake up any movement. In the end, they slowly opened their eyes to the sound of the little widow's flute.

In fact, these peasant women are not unpopular, they are just not manifested. I suspect there are two reasons for doing this. The first is that these peasant women are not the masterminds who dig up the mountain. The second is the means of protecting themselves by the old witch doctor and the young widow. If the whole village is poisoned, they are the only ones who are not poisoned, it will definitely cause the villagers to doubt it.

After returning, Li Mazi and I were locked in the Land Temple again. I was quite helpless about this, and even understood the methods of the old witch doctor and the young widow to deal with the villagers...

If it were me, I would have been tortured to them long ago, right?

But I was not angry, but instead repaying my grievances with kindness, and reminding them to pay attention to cleaning the wounds on weekdays, and it is best to buy some hydrogen peroxide to rinse it to speed up recovery.

I firmly believe that repaying grievances with kindness will bring good rewards to myself, but I didn’t expect that this good rewards would come too quickly.

Almost the next morning, Niu Dazhuang ran into the temple excitedly. This time he did not use crutches, but came by himself. Although he was a little stumbling, it was much better than the previous few days.

Niu Dazhuang told me excitedly that the wounds had scabbed and were no longer itchy and could still feel pain.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was right to feel it. What I worry most now is that I don’t feel it on my knees.

Niu Dazhuang's symptoms were originally the mildest, so it is reasonable that he recovered the fastest.

As for the other villagers, although they did not recover as quickly as Niu Dazhuang, their symptoms also improved significantly. Li Mazi and I also rose to a higher level and became their "life-saving benefactors".

Those who enjoy the same treatment as us are the old witch doctor and the little widow, because I told the villagers before that they should thank the old witch doctor and the little widow most, after all, they are the antidotes they prepared.

The old witch doctor and the young widow have received a lot of relief from the villagers in the past two days, and they have sent rice, noodles and bacon, which has filled their house.

The old witch doctor also came to me for this and expressed his gratitude to me in person, saying that if it weren't for me, they would have almost made a big mistake.

About a week later, the villagers almost recovered, and Li Mazi gradually improved.

When I told Li Mazi the truth, Li Mazi just kept sighing.

I asked him helplessly why he was sighing, isn’t everything solved now?

Li Mazi looked at me sadly and said that he originally wanted to further develop his relationship with the little widow. Now it seems that the little widow had sex with him purely to harm him.

I smiled and said, "How did you know that they are not interested in you? I think her look at you is a little different. Why don't you try it and I'll give you a helping hand?"

Under my instigation, Li Mazi indeed launched a crazy offensive against the little widow, bought a lot of things for her family, took the initiative to help her family do farm work, and even helped her house decorate the house.

Unexpectedly, there was a real chance for this matter. The little widow took the initiative to propose that she wanted to go to a big city with Li Mazi and see the outside world.

Everyone knows what this means. Li Mazi was so happy that she didn't sleep all night, and she took the little widow away from Baisha Village at dawn.

Sometimes, hatred is like a bucket of gasoline. The more you add fuel to the fire, the more it burns.

A different solution, treating others' unintentional mistakes with tolerance will often lead to unexpected gains.
Chapter completed!