The Great Tang: World Martial God

People are awesome.

The great Confucian family, who is the peak representative of Qingzhou scholars, directly manipulates the direction of public opinion.

Many people clenched their fists and held their heads high, their faces filled with righteous indignation.

Seeing the scene before him, a successful smile leaked from the face of the white-faced scholar in the crowd.

"Guys! This imperial court commander fooled the people and described the scourge as auspicious!"

"This stone engraving, without virtue and filial piety, is a warning from God."

"Only by being the emperor, taking a bath, fasting, and paying homage to the sky, can we resolve this natural disaster!"

The shrill voice was noisy among the crowd, making it particularly eye-catching.

Many people turned around and looked over.

The trembling old Wu slowly walked into the crowd with a sad expression.

"Everyone! There is a drought in Qingzhou, and the people are suffering."

"The government office grabs food from the people. Today's sage is partial and gives food to Lingnan's confidant generals, but he alone refuses to send nectar to the people of Qingzhou."

"This kind of behavior has caused anger and resentment.

The crutches punched the ground, and Old Wu looked sad and indignant, with tears sliding across his face.

Wiping the corner of his eyes, the blue silk floating between his forehead, Wu Lao whimpered.

"The heavens descended the sacred insect to warn the great Confucian in Qingzhou, set an example, broaden the benevolence, and correct the words and deeds of the sage."

"Family folks, the great Confucian family shoulders this important responsibility, and they should lead the crowd to enter the imperial city and give good advice!"

The people of Qingzhou believed in the words of respected scholars.

Amidst the commotion of the crowd, someone raised their arms and shouted.

"Wu Lao's words are reasonable! I should follow the steps of the great Confucian, enter the imperial city, and admonish good words."

"Yes! Let the present-day sage Shang Guangshi benevolent, sincerely confess, and calm the anger."

"This locust is exactly the punishment for the change of the palace in those days! I pity the people of Qingzhou but have to be hungry for it!"

"Enter the imperial city, admonish good words, be benevolent, and confess guilt!"

The chaotic rumors gradually became unified among the crowd.

Standing on the wooden platform, Tang Hao saw this scene truly.

A locust plague was guided by someone with a heart, and it was unnecessarily connected with the change of the Xuanwu Sect.

It seems that in all this, there is a pair of invisible hands faintly, wanting to make this matter even bigger.

"Nonsense!"

Breathing shouts came from the periphery of the crowd.

At the moment when he followed the prestige, an old man dressed in a plain white shirt, with a few long beards and carrying a medical box, strode steadily and strode forward.

The dark brown box glowed with oily luster, precipitating the traces of time.

Someone in the crowd recognized it, gazed with joy and shouted.

"Doctor Sun!"

"Master Sun is here!"

Doctor Sun travels around the world, and most of the people who help and heal are poor people. He has a good reputation among the people and is highly respected.

There were more and more shouts of surprise, everyone unconsciously let the debut, full of respectful look at the comer.

Tang Hao also recognized this person at the same moment, Sun Simiao who had had several connections in the court.

Unexpectedly, after half a year, they met again in Qingzhou.

In sight, Sun Simiao strode onto the wooden platform and arched his hands.

"Dingbeihou, long time no see!"

Tang Hao also respectfully responded, asking suspiciously.

"Why is Senior Sun here?"

Sun Simiao took off his medical practice box, put it on the desk, and said loudly.

"Disasters are often accompanied by plagues. Hearing about the famine in Qingzhou, the old man hurried over to prevent them."

During the words, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the fried locust on the desk, and didn't wait for Tang Hao to greet him. Under everyone's eyes, he picked one up and put it in his mouth to chew.

When he nodded slightly, he was full of praise.

"Unexpectedly, Dingbeihou had such novel ideas."

"Well, the cooking skills are also good, the taste is crispy, and it fits the mouth of an old man."

The products on the stage are very enjoyable, and the ones watching off the stage are already in chaos.

The frowning Zhongzi looked at the locusts entering Sun Simiao's mouth with horror, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Doctor Sun, don't make it! This locust must be poisonous."

"Oh filthy thing! Oh! It's over, it's over!"

The questioning voice gradually subsided as Sun Simiao chewed slowly.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, looking at the safe and sound Sun Simiao in astonishment, and could not say a word for a while.

Sun Simiao took out a square towel to wipe off the oil stains on his hands, and glanced at the amazed people.

"Everyone, what Dingbeihou said is not false, locusts are used as medicine, and it has been recorded in ancient prescriptions."

"Cooked and dried, ground into powder, can prevent wind disease, cure asthma, and calm blood pulse. Take it together with confusion, can cure children's convulsion, draw out, and cry at night."

"It's a Chinese medicine recipe."

Sun Simiao is the genius doctor of the world, and the people have nothing to say anymore.

The rumor that the pests are poisonous has been broken, and the white-faced scholar sees that the general situation is gone, and his heart is suddenly anxious.

"You...you are a genius doctor...with a physique like a fairy, naturally you are not afraid of this poison."

"We... We are ordinary people, how can we be like you."

Although it was the last struggle, the trust built up by all the talents fell by half.

For a while, everyone also believed in this remark seven percent, and three percent doubted it.

There was a slight commotion among the crowd again.