The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 583 - 334: Great Irreverence

For these mortals, writing on the ancestral wall was considered a grave act of disrespect, but her eyes grew slightly teary at the sight. How much goodwill was contained within these two characters?

The temple door was tightly shut, and she gently tapped on it. A violent cough immediately came from within, followed by someone shouting fiercely: "Everyone here is sick, if you don’t want to catch the bad luck, get away quickly!"

She said in a calm voice, "I am a doctor who treats illnesses, and I am not afraid of epidemics. You may open the door." These people were ill but still concerned for the safety of others—how many times kinder they must be than the rest of the villagers.

After a good while, the temple door opened inward, revealing four or five sickly faces. The youngest was a child, looking to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Most had flushed faces, unable to stand steadily, and could only slump to the ground, but their minds were still relatively clear.

She took on her duty as a doctor, asking everyone about their condition. The responses she got were similar to what the village leader had said, but most had progressed to the second phase of the illness and had begun coughing up blood. And the one most severely ill in the temple was already unconscious—the first person to fall sick with the epidemic. This person was probably in his early twenties, skin and bones, his complexion fiery red, occasionally coughing weakly. Ning Xiaoxian checked his skin and found purplish bruises under the surface.

According to others, this fellow was a medicine man who, in addition to foraging for wild vegetables in the mountains, also picked herbs for a living. A few days after returning home from the mountains, he suddenly fell unconscious, collapsing to the ground without waking up. Then came a high fever all over his body and foaming at the mouth. His wife wiped away the foam and sweat for him, only to fall ill herself soon after, and the contagion continued unceasingly from there. The villagers feared them like the plague, burning their clothes and houses clean, and then banished them all to live in the mountain temple.

Although the character of that village leader was nothing to boast about, he did not do wrong in this matter, and acted quite in time. Otherwise, there would be even more people lying here.

Ning Xiaoxian looked at the patient and frowned, asking, "Has he always been this thin?"

His wife shook her head: "No, he used to be slightly stout, but within a few days of falling ill, he lost so much weight."

She sent the other patients away and gave Tu Jin a look. He nodded slightly, stood diagonally to block everyone’s view, then released a wisp of soul avatar to probe into the man’s body.

The first patient was an important clue; maybe they could find the source of the illness.

It was a while before Tu Jin retracted his avatar, his expression somewhat grave. He set up a Barrier around the room before transmitting, "This man is already dead, his soul vanished without a trace, his body like an empty leather bag, his essence blood and marrow gone."

She had considered many possibilities, but she did not expect this to be Tu Jin’s conclusion. How could this person, without a soul, still cough? She had not noticed before, but now, upon listening closely, indeed, the person on the bed had no heartbeat, no breathing!

This could no longer be considered a human; "it" was something else. A zombie?

Women have always been somewhat fearful of the unknown and bizarre. Ning Xiaoxian was not afraid of demons, but like all women, she had a bit of fear of ghosts! She stepped back discreetly, while Changtian comforted her, "Don’t be afraid, these people have been with ’it’ for many days and have not seen it lash out to harm anyone. You step back a bit, let Tu Jin use words to probe it."

Sure enough, Tu Jin stepped forward, blocking in front of her, and "loudly" said, "This person is so ill that he has no breath left, he must be cremated immediately." As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, the patient’s wife immediately fainted. The one who opened the door for Ning Xiaoxian did not believe and said, "He was just coughing, how could he have no breath now?" He tried to rush in, but was blocked by the Barrier. Only then did everyone realize that the person who came to diagnose was a living god, and the crying immediately lessened.

Tu Jin opened the Barrier, letting the person in. He explored under the patient’s nose for a long time before finally turning pale: "There’s really no breath!"

Ning Xiaoxian spoke sternly, "Exactly. I have just examined him, and his body has no soul. He was the first to contract the illness, so he must be purified by fire. Bring out all the firewood." Although everyone felt it was somewhat improper to cremate the body of a comrade so suddenly, she was a "living god," and who would dare argue with her words?

The ancestral hall originally had people stationed here, and behind it was a utility room with firewood and living supplies. Everyone brought out the firewood and threw it in the open space inside the hall, then retreated outside the door according to Ning Xiaoxian’s instructions.