Chapter 272: Hacking into Hall of Valor

Xia Ling looked at the Taoist in front of him. He was very different from the profile picture. There was no young and handsome man, but an old man in his 80s, with a foul smell and filth all over his body.

She pretended not to hear or see anything and raised the stool slightly. Meng Wanqiu and her group stood behind her, all with solemn expressions.

"Master, you have worked hard all the way. Take a break!"

The Plague Taoist opened his sleepy eyes and looked over: "How did you find me... Oh, right, my magic power is not good enough, and I have no way to hide myself."

"Master, your wonderful method makes it easier for me to deal with the situation," Xia Ling said, "You have a high level of cultivation, why do you do this?"

"If I practice Taoism but don't do anything to save the world, wouldn't that be in vain?" The Plague Taoist shook his head. "Now that disaster has come, what's the point of keeping my cultivation? I might as well do something else."

"It just so happens that I originally practiced the method of harmonizing yin and yang and coordinating the five energies. Although I cannot cure the plague, I can still force myself to accept it."

He panted a few times and said, "I saved a few people, but luckily I have some skills, which can help me to cure 70% of the epidemic."

Xia Ling had seen the distribution map of the infected people before coming here. Now there are only a few patients left. It is hard to believe that it was done by one person.

"To save 90% of the people in such a short period of time, the Taoist priest must have more than just a little cultivation, but a heavenly cultivation," Xia Ling said, "If you don't take action, I will be able to develop a special medicine in the future. This burden should not be borne by you alone."

"Wait?" The plague Taoist said, "I can wait, but how can those patients wait? Human life is at stake. One second later will cause so much suffering to the people."

Xia Ling remained silent. She understood the truth. Even if a special medicine was developed, some of the lost lives could not be recovered.

"Master, do you have any requests? I will definitely satisfy you." She said to the Taoist who was gasping for breath.

"Ha, ha," the plague doctor laughed, "I'm not treating you for free. I've already received the payment."

He spread out his sleeves, exerted his remaining magic power, and said with some pride: "Look, it's all here!"

Pieces of cloth flew out, covering the sky and the sun. The colorful, uneven pieces of cloth gathered together like a big quilt.

"My family has exchanged a piece of cloth for a good deed. This patchwork cloak can protect the world from cold and heat. Isn't it a joy?"

As the plague Taoist twirled his sleeves, pieces of cloth flew back one by one. He looked at Xia Ling and said, "I don't ask for much, but this is enough. There are still a few sick people in this area that I haven't visited. When I go again, you don't have to follow me or try to keep me. I'm going to find a beautiful place, where I can spend the rest of my life with the bright moon and the cool breeze. I'll be free and at ease. Go, go, go."

As he spoke, he stood up with the help of his crutches and took a staggering step. Halfway through his walk, he suddenly laughed three times and sang:
What is the use of heaven and earth? If you can't have a blanket, what is the use of wind and moon? If you can't have food and drink, what is the use of dust? In the midst of all things, what is the use of change? The law is self-contained, what is the use of facing the wall? If you can't see the surging waves, what is the use of shouting? Where does a big bump on the head come from? We live together in the world, singing and playing together, walking all over the road, thousands of miles away, we can never find it, why not meet and smile with me, walk for a thousand years in straw sandals and bamboo hats, travel the eternal sky in a day, those who walk and sing, forget about the world and themselves, and are free and happy!

Xia Ling looked at the ups and downs of the Plague Taoist's figure, not knowing what to say. He hoped to entrust his life to the mountains and rivers and end the rest of his life, but looking at his appearance, there was no hope for the rest of his life.

"Director Xia!" Meng Wanqiu shouted.

Xia Ling turned around and said, "That's the Taoist's own choice. Let him do it. We will take care of the rest."

When the Plague Taoist had wiped out all the epidemic in China, he felt uncomfortable everywhere and cursed in his heart: "You scumbag, why didn't you come here in person to do this?" The Taoist was now smelling and dirty. He smelled himself and almost vomited.

'Fortunately, the mission was completed successfully and we gained a lot.' It is true that Wen Dao is weak and sick, and has no magic power. He became so weak little by little. If he wants to succeed, he must suffer a lot.

He shook his robe sleeves vigorously, and as his body trembled, pieces of cloth were spit out.

"Alas, I used the last of my magic power to show off in my farewell speech, otherwise it wouldn't have ended like this." said Wen Dao Ren.

When the scraps of cloth had piled up into a small mountain, he shouted, "Master, it's time to get to work!"

Gu Qingyuan, who was inspecting the Noraz world, smiled slightly, and a flash of inspiration flew out.

The spiritual light crossed the mountains and seas, flew across the sky, and landed on a piece of cloth that was as big as a hill. Then, a golden sun flame appeared, burning the cloth into black ashes. At the same time, the people who had received the pill and were relieved of their illness felt a tremor in their hearts, and a golden light rose from their hearts. Thousands of golden lights swarmed in and fell into the ashes.

Then a river of light descended from outside the world, and golden light poured in. Black and gray clouds fluttered, and pieces of cloth appeared. Strands of golden threads were strung together to form a colorful patchwork quilt.

The plague Taoist laughed, took out the patchwork clothes and put it on. As soon as the patchwork clothes were put on, the stench on his body turned into bursts of fragrance, and all the dirt was removed. His body, which originally had many defects, became as solid as gold and jade.

Rejuvenation only takes a moment, and transformation from the most turbid and evil to the most pure and clean also only takes a moment. In the blink of an eye, a young Taoist in a patchwork robe appears. Looking at his face, he is extremely handsome, with a jade-like face and peach blossoms. In terms of appearance, he is unique among Gu Qingyuan's clones.

"Master Wen, the Lord of Disease has passed away, and it is time for me, Master Lingyu, to show up." said the Taoist.

Then he took a step forward, transcending the disease as the cause and attracting the faith of all living beings to upgrade to heroic spirits as the result, thereby ascending to heaven in one step.

Of course, this was also inseparable from Gu Qingyuan's small operations.

As we all know, heroes are born because their great achievements during their lifetime are sung and praised by people. Thousands of years later, they gather the force of faith and are upgraded to heroes.

The plague Taoist had traveled all over the country for this reason, but it takes time for the word to spread, and it also takes years to consolidate and upgrade the faith.

Fortunately, Gu Qingyuan knows a little bit about everything. All that is needed is enough willpower and faith. There are plenty of great celestial officials with this kind of thing, and since they are all incarnations, there is no need to pay any fees for giving gifts to each other.

In addition, Gu Qingyuan took advantage of the fact that the people were still in a state of gratitude and forcibly took away a part of their faith to fill the gap and forcibly upgraded Wen Dao Ren to the heroic spirit Ling Yu Zhenren.

Of course, all this effort was not just to condense an incarnation. Lingyu still has a task to complete.

He tightened his patchwork clothes, and disappeared into a hazy light. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a magnificent hall - Valhalla.

This is not the Valhalla of the Holy Federation, but the Valhalla of the Silent Killing Fields. The two are not the same. The former are independent companies, while the latter are studios affiliated with the head office. It is the place where the killing fields store heroes and distribute skills.

Lingyu looked at the thrones of heroes one by one. Some of the heroes were in a deep sleep, and some thrones were empty. He followed the scent and came to an empty throne.

'This is the location of Lu Ming's original heroic spirit.'

As the figures changed, the person standing here was already Gu Qingyuan.

(End of this chapter)