Master of Great Calamity

It would be an exaggeration to say that Fang Yuan could stay in this mountain forever, but staying for ten or eight years would not have much impact on him. After all, it is quiet here, and he can do what he wants, which really makes him feel satisfied and has nothing else to ask for.

But Guan Ao was not happy before. After all, Fang Yuan could stay still, but he couldn’t. The most important thing is to eat. Fang Yuan is not indifferent to human fireworks. He drinks wine and eats vegetables, but his needs in this area are not that big. He usually takes a pill, or eats a fairy fruit, and he can survive the day in peace. Guan Ao can’t do it. Treating him as a mountain god solved his big problem.

Those tribesmen offered all kinds of game and salt all the time. Except for the beauties, he accepted all of them unceremoniously. Even the suanni was very excited about it, and happily followed him to show off its power, eating and drinking, and occasionally killed a few beasts that threatened the tribe to show off. Now it is respected as the second master of the mountain god...

For Fang Yuan and the white cat, these people in the tribe have seen it once or twice, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Cats, aren't they just for catching mice?

And that young man in the green robe, white and clean, thin and frail, he must be the follower of the mountain god master!

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Of course, no matter how much Fang Yuan liked this kind of life, he had to leave when it was nearly a year. The reason was very simple. The supernatural powers and spells he had learned before had all been integrated into the Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue, and he began to feel that his own background was seriously insufficient.

Then, just when he was planning to leave this place, Guan Ao, who was very satisfied with being a mountain god in several tribes, suddenly returned to the cave in a hurry, and looked at Fang Yuan anxiously: Brother Fang, do you know how to cure illnesses?

Fang Yuan heard this, but was a little surprised: Who is sick?

Suddenly a great plague broke out in the tribe, it was very severe...

Guan Ao said anxiously, A lot of people died, they all begged me to treat them, but I...I can't...

Is there a plague?

Fang Yuan frowned slightly, suddenly sensed something, looked at Guan Ao carefully, and then frowned slightly.

Now that he has formed a golden elixir to nourish his soul, his power of induction is far from comparable to when he established the foundation before. At this time, he clearly noticed that Guan Ao hadn't returned for several days, but there was a certain change in the aura of his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura seemed to be a little weak. It seemed that he was about to fall into a serious illness.

After careful investigation, he was certain in his heart that Guan Ao seemed to be infected with some kind of plague, but his physical body was so strong that he was forced to suppress it. However, it is also conceivable what would happen to ordinary people when they encountered this plague.

Take me to see!

After contemplating for a while, Fang Yuan said to Guan Ao.

Guan Ao was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly stood up to lead the way, while the Suan Ni outside was also watching with his head poking around.

With Fang Yuan's current cultivation base, he had already reached the nearest tribe in less than half a day. His expression changed slightly, and he saw that there was a thin layer of black air in the sky above the tribe, which was very strange. But below, the tribe was full of mourning, and the sound of crying and moaning could be heard from time to time.

After pressing down the cloud head, all the people in the tribe who could move around immediately surrounded him, pulling Guan Ao's trousers for help.

Guan Ao was so big, but at this moment he was helpless, so he had no choice but to keep persuading him: It's okay, it's okay, Brother Fang is here, he is the most capable person, don't worry, don't worry, he will definitely save you...

Fang Yuan ignored the others, and walked around the tribe, but only saw a shocking scene. He saw that the plague was extremely severe. There were hundreds of people in the tribe, and most of them were infected with the disease. Their eyes were red, and blood was streaming down their bodies, and their bodies were also festering.

With a little bit of mana, you can even see how many sick and dead souls are crying in mid-air.

This plague is so powerful...

Fang Yuan made some investigations, but he was sure that this place was not poisoned by someone, or was infiltrated by some kind of demonic energy. It was indeed a plague, but this plague came too fast. Three or four days ago, Guan Ao came here, and there was nothing unusual. Now, in just three or four days, a great plague has come, and the whole tribe has become a hell on earth...

Brother Fang, can you help them treat it?

Guan Ao rubbed his hands anxiously, and followed Fang Yuan step by step.

What about the other tribes?

Fang Yuan didn't answer, let Guan Ao lead the way first, and took a look at several other places.

It turned out that this plague was really terrible, and the other tribes also looked the same.

Seeing Guan Ao's anxious eyes, Fang Yuan could only nod his head first, and said, Let me try!

Guan Ao was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly shouted to the people in the tribe: Don't worry, don't worry, we're saved...

Everyone in the tribe, even if they were dying, immediately exuded a little look.

Although he had already planned to leave, Fang Yuan naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to the miserable situation of the villagers of these tribes. For him, this was not a question of whether to save or not, but a question of how to save them!

After pondering for a while, he raised his hand and pressed it, and a faint purple awn centered on him spread out to the whole tribe.

As the purple light spread, everyone in the tribe became more energetic at the same time.

Some people clearly noticed the changes in themselves, and some cried out in surprise.

However, Fang Yuan’s face still did not relax. He just cast a ray of pill light temporarily, scattered it into the bodies of the people in the tribe, and helped them resist the plague. Mana can enhance people’s vitality and resist the plague, but this is also a temporary solution.

Let's find some herbs first!

Fang Yuan gave some instructions to Guan Ao in a low voice, while thinking about the way to cure the plague.

Although he doesn't specialize in alchemy and medical skills, since he has embarked on the road of practice, he also understands some medical principles. Before formal practice, basic pharmacology and alchemy methods are also one of the knowledge they must learn. Fang Yuan has a good grasp of this. Several pharmacological classics such as Shen Nong Canon, Huangdi Xue, Baicao Jing, and Xihuang Zhu are even more familiar. It's amazing, he can only try it first.

While asking Guan Ao to prepare the necessary elixir, Fang Yuan flew up and checked around the four directions first. Where the plague started, there must be a source of the plague. If the source of the plague is found, remove it, and then cure the plague. It will be twice the result with half the effort, but to Fang Yuan's surprise, he flew around two or three hundred miles away, but found that everything was normal, so he had to return to the tribe.

Squatting down in front of a patient, pinching out with two fingers, captured a breath on his body, and then used his spiritual sense to slowly sense it, carefully distinguishing the changes in the air mechanism, and then slowly confirmed it with the pharmacology in his mind.

The elixirs he usually comes into contact with are all related to practice. These medicinal principles have not been touched for a long time. Fortunately, he has a good memory. Now that he has re-read it, he is not unfamiliar. Through the identification of those plagues, he gradually came up with some ideas, and then quickly conceived a few elixirs in his heart. Whether it works or not, he can only try it first.

Is there a pill furnace?

Fang Yuan turned his head and asked a priest in that tribe.

Yes... yes...

The priest was an old man who seemed to have lived for an unknown age, his teeth were almost gone, but he was not infected by the plague. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly, trotted to his stone house, brought out a dark alchemy furnace, and placed it on the ground.

Fang Yuan took a look, but found that the pill furnace was made of cast iron, with three legs and four holes, without even a rune pattern on it. It was just a simple pill furnace of the lowest level in the cultivation world. Maybe he built it himself after hearing about the pill furnace outside, but fortunately, the pill that Fang Yuan wanted to refine was not originally taken by practitioners, and the requirements were not so high.

He nodded to indicate yes, then searched for a few herbs, and took a elixir from his Qiankun bag, and put them into the alchemy furnace.

At this time, the priest had brought another bundle of firewood and was about to stuff it into the alchemy furnace.

Fang Yuan stopped him helplessly, pointing his index finger, under the pill furnace, a green flame immediately rose up.

The priest looked dumbfounded and shouted: Mountain God... the third master...

Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself why did I become the third child?

Pills are divided into panacea, precious pills, god pills, and elixir. Each type of pill is divided into grades one to nine. One grade is a change, and grade nine is the pill with the most changes and the highest grade. It is the most difficult to refine. Fang Yuan's current level can't do it. However, what needs to be refined now is just a plague medicine, not even a panacea, let alone a few grades, so under his careful control, it went very smoothly.

After the fire has been fired three times, there is already a strange fragrance in the pill furnace, and everyone in the sickly tribe is refreshed when they smell it.

Take Dahuo to boil water and boil pills, no matter whether you are sick or not, everyone will take a bowl!

Fang Yuan took out the elixir, and saw that it was as red as a pigeon's egg, and he didn't give it to anyone directly. After all, he added the elixir in his Qiankun bag to it.

Soon, the complexion of the tribal people who had taken the pill water improved significantly, and the moans were much less.

Guan Ao was overjoyed as he watched straight away, and the other party said: Brother Fang, I knew you knew everything...

And the people in the tribe who recovered some spirits also gathered together to thank the mountain god and the third master of the mountain god.

Thank you, Master Mountain God!

Fang Yuan also heaved a sigh of relief, but he was a little sensitive to this title. However, although the plague had obviously improved, he did not leave in a hurry. He stayed in the tribe that night, prepared some more herbs, and planned to eradicate the epidemic at once.

But what he didn't expect was that on that night, the epidemic situation among the people in the tribe suddenly worsened and became menacing.

Fang Yuan suddenly had doubts: It doesn't make sense...