The villagers were blocked by vines and couldn't get close.
They stretched out their skinny hands towards Su Qingyu and Bai Huo, with sunken cheeks and grayish-green skin, as if they were trying to grasp at straws.
"Make way, the village chief is here!"
The villagers made way for them, and an octogenarian, leaning on a wooden cane and walking unsteadily, came out surrounded by the villagers.
The village chief is quite prestigious in the sick village.
He got straight to the point: "Two rangers, welcome to our small village. It has been three months since the last time the rangers came. During this period, many sick villagers could not get timely medical treatment due to the absence of rangers.
There is a Taoist temple not far from our mountain village. A Taoist priest with great skills lives in the temple all year round. He has ways to cure the villagers’ diseases.”
Su Qingyu raised her eyes slightly and said, "Then you can take the injured to seek help on your own."
The old man sighed deeply, his pupils were cloudy, and he said in an old voice: "A sick person cannot find a Taoist temple on his own."
"Oh." Su Qingyu nodded.
Bai Huo's black eyes fell on the patient lying in the middle of the ancestral hall. He touched the vine with his bony hands, and Ying Luo's leaves shrank back, opening a path for Bai Huo.
Bai Huo slowly walked to the side of the sick villager.
He leaned over, reached out, and uncovered the white cloth covering the villagers.
Then, he gasped when he saw the villagers getting sick.
The villagers were covered with black hair, especially like the black monkeys that stopped them and questioned them when they first entered the mountains.
“A large proportion of the young people in our village suffer from this black hair disease. This must be because the monkey god is angry and is punishing humans for their impious faith.
Young people nowadays are full of vitality. They always spread rumors that the Monkey God does not exist, and then they believe in new sects such as the Potato Sect and the Broccoli Sect, which I have never heard of... Alas, I can no longer understand the world of young people. They don’t believe in the Monkey God, so the Monkey God no longer protects them. Now that they are sick, I can only trouble you to take them to the Taoist temple for treatment."
After saying this, the elderly village chief bowed deeply to them.
Bai Huo immediately helped the village chief up. He nodded and said, "We won't stand by and watch you die."
[Monkey King Mountain]Ranger Rules (III) Article 11.
[Being helpful is a necessary quality for a forest ranger. If you encounter a human being asking for help during your work, please bring that person to the Taoist temple for treatment.]
Su Qingyu recalled the rules that only humans can ask for help. She looked into the village chief's eyes and said, "After today's work, we will take them back to the Taoist temple to seek treatment from Master Zhixu.
Village chief, can you tell us what symptoms these people have after they get sick? "
The village chief's face was full of wrinkles. He said slowly: "How about this, you come with me to the village committee first, and we will sit there and slowly talk about this matter."
"good."
"As for these sick people..." The old village chief looked back, revealing a trace of imperceptible disgust in his eyes. He raised his hand, which was like a dead tree, and called to the young people under his hand, "Don't leave these patients in the Monkey God Temple. It's very unlucky. I believe the Monkey God doesn't want to see these pagans. You should carry them to the big rock at the entrance of the village to ventilate and prevent the disease from spreading."