Since the epidemic prevention strategy in Beijing is implemented according to Xiao Zicheng's previous opinions.

Currently, all the migrant workers are seriously ill, while those with mild symptoms are temporarily blocked at home.

Xiao Zicheng thought about it over and over again and decided to isolate all mild patients, so that he can also test the effect of the prescription for avoiding the epidemic.

Doctor Zhang was surprisingly unstoppable and directly acquiesced to Xiao Zicheng's approach.

Fahua Temple was requisitioned, and all the patients with mild symptoms were gathered here. Faced with such a big stall, Xiao Zicheng couldn't help but be one big.

Zhu Ying was very excited and was about to go with him, but was stopped by the imperial guards on the grounds that the prince was the crown prince and could not go to the dangerous place in person.

In addition, most of the imperial guards have their own tasks, so the yamen runners of Jingzhao Prefecture are not enough.

In the prison of Jingzhao Mansion, Xiao Zicheng stared at Master Mingjing with a smile:

"Master Mingjing, your temple holds a ceremony to expel epidemics at this moment, ignoring the court's laws and regulations. Do you know your crime?"

Aunt Mingjing quickly looked proud, raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Zicheng, and recited the Buddha's name lowly:

"Donor Xiao, I am merciful and held a ceremony to drive out the epidemic and save the people from water and fire. I wonder what the crime is?"

Xiao Zicheng snorted coldly. This bald donkey was really fearless. He stood in the name of righteousness and pretended to be like this. It was really hateful.

Xiao Zicheng was also very helpless in this regard. After he brought the monks of Fahua Temple back to Jingzhao Mansion, he wanted to punish him as soon as possible.

However, just now the oral order came from the palace, asking him to release all the monks in Fahua Temple.

Although Xiao Zicheng was unwilling to do so, he could only obey orders, but he was not going to spare these bald donkeys like this:

"Master Mingjing, I forgot to tell you just now that Fahua Temple has been requisitioned to accommodate people with mild symptoms.

Since the master claims to be compassionate and is now short of staff, I hope that the monks in your temple will uphold their true hearts, so let’s help together.”

Master Mingjing's face, whose red face turned pale in an instant, paused and said with a smirk:

"Donor, the monks in our temple are all dedicated to serving the Buddha and interfering in worldly affairs. This may damage your practice, so it is better..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Zicheng's wave:

"You should chant scriptures and clean the courtyards, it's okay.

I heard that those patients with mild symptoms are all from the Buddha. It is just in your spare time to perform performances for the patients. Wouldn’t they all be happy?”

"Performance?" Master Mingjing widened his eyes.

"During the epidemic ceremony, you didn't recite scriptures and dance, so it was so interesting. When the time came, you could see the patients.

Don’t you monks always say that to achieve the great way, you must save all sentient beings and achieve enlightenment? Now such a good opportunity is in front of you, won’t the mage want to?”

Master Mingjing's face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye. He cursed Xiao Zicheng thousands of times in his heart, wishing that he would die quickly.

But he couldn't refuse, unless he could watch the reputation that Fahua Temple had accumulated in Kyoto for many years disappeared.

"My Buddha is merciful, and he follows the words of Donor Xiao."

Master Mingjing stared at Xiao Zicheng and said word by word.

The bald donkey wants to fight with me? You are still a little tender.

Xiao Zicheng sneered in his heart, but looked surprised:

"It seems that my commander misunderstood the master before. The master deserves to be a monk. His mind is admirable..."

......

With these fat monks, the manpower problem has been solved.

After half a day, Master Mingjing came to Xiao Zicheng with a shy face again, and the wrinkles on his little face were squeezed into pieces:

"Master Xiao, can you share some of the masks on your face?"

After Xiao Zicheng took over Fahua Temple, he ordered the Jingzhao Prefecture yamen runners to distribute masks to patients in the temple.

He also ordered that everyone should wear masks, even if they were sleeping. However, he did not issue masks to monks in Fahua Temple.

The monks in Fahua Temple waited and saw no masks, so they could only ask for questions by Master Mingjing.

Xiao Zicheng glanced at Monk Mingjing and pretended to be surprised:

"Master, aren't you monks in Fahua Temple blessed by the Buddha? Are you afraid of this little time epidemic?"

Master Mingjing chuckled: "The Buddha should have been blessed by the grace... But these sentient beings are bound to be unable to take care of them..."

Xiao Zicheng sneered repeatedly, smiling and said:

"Master, I think you are not pious enough. If you are pious enough, how could the Buddha not appear?

Besides, don’t you still have magic talismans? Draw one more painting, and then drink it and you won’t be able to keep poisonous?”

After saying this, Master Mingjing made his face red, but it was hard to say that he had an attack.

He couldn't admit that the Luo Shizi talisman had no effect at all, right?

Xiao Zicheng sighed and said in embarrassment:

"Master, you don't know anything. The mask is very complicated to make and the materials are particularly particular.

It is necessary to use good fabrics. The cost of a mask is 100 cents. The amount of funds allocated by the imperial court is limited. It is really difficult to wait for so many mouths to eat, and to worry about medicinal materials."

After talking about his difficulties, he said sincerely:

"The master is very compassionate. When the Buddha sees it, he will definitely be able to bring down his kindness and bless the monks in the temple."

Master Mingjing is a master, and he can't hear Xiao Zicheng's implicit voice. He immediately gritted his teeth and said:

"Amitabha, donor Xiao is in love with the people, and I admire him very much. Fahua Temple is willing to contribute to the donor. I wonder what you think?"

"The master is truly worthy of being a monk. I thanked the monk for the people."

Xiao Zicheng's eyes were full of smiles. He thought this dead bald donkey could last more days, but that was the end?

Master Mingjing laughed with her, "Donor Xiao doesn't have to be too polite, but he just doesn't know the mask..."

"It's easy to say, go find Yan Sanna and say I'll let you go."

Xiao Zicheng waved his hand to send Master Mingjing away, but began to worry about the situation of a group of mild patients.

Among these people, young and middle-aged people account for a large part, and the remaining ones are mostly young and old.

The most urgent task at the moment is to do what he has done and take good care of the more than 200 patients in Fahua Temple.

If you go to the relocation site, you will most likely have to wait for death.

"Sir! Sir! It's effective! The child's fever has subsided!!"

Just as Xiao Zicheng was thinking, a yamen runner rushed in quickly and said excitedly.

Xiao Zicheng suddenly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, "Take me to see."

After getting the medicine from the Imperial Hospital last night, he asked someone to make an anti-epidemic soup overnight, but when the medicine test was done, he encountered difficulties.

The patients in Fahua Temple first heard that there was medicine, and they all rushed to take it.
Chapter completed!