Under the dilapidated city wall, there were densely packed corpses, with strange-shaped bodies. From the day when Luoshe City was broken, the most unabashed thing here were all kinds of ghost reporters, flies, crows, and wolves. At first, people moved the corpses under the city wall to the wilderness, and even survived it took great courage. Those who survived made the city wall a dividing line between the world and hell. As long as the corpse was pushed down from the city wall, a funeral that was like a mustard of life was completed.

The wild wolves did not come in groups like before. They were so fat that they seemed to make the Tubo people around them have the desire to eat them. There were not many Tubo people fighting wolves. As the scavengers of this chaos, they played a substitute role.

After dozens of changes in the regime of the Luoshecheng City, the Potala Palace can still stand magnificently, which is a miracle in itself.

In front of the square, it became the second largest battlefield here. There would be a very strange situation here. It is no longer divided into tribes, but fights for faith. It is simply divided into plundering and protectors. Similarly, in the only place on the square, a monk chanting scriptures sat. He would occasionally look up at the fighters. Until the battle between the two sides is coming to an end, he would stand up and walk around the square that had just been stained with blood, and move those who had not yet died to a place where they were dry and treat them.

He is a doctor with a bodhisattva heart. This is the pertinent evaluation of him by the Tubo people who can live now, so he has a high reputation in this decayed battle. If you ask who King Yundan is, some people may not know that he was the master of Luoshecheng at all, but as long as you ask this monk named Huixin, almost everyone can evaluate it a few words - a Zen enlightenment who has no obstacles and a respected doctor.

When the two groups of survivors fighting in the square were placed in the east and west corners of the square, a unique treatment would also be staged here.

It is a terrifying thing for a monk to hold a knife, which means he will start violent healing, but for those survivors who are in pain, it has become their happiest thing at this moment. After the war, a group of people around him had already come, including sharpening knives, making fires, and burning hot water. These people are very busy. Those who have never seen such a formation thought they were coming to kill pigs, but the butcher was the guy who had just faced and Buddha's heart.

"If this arm is not cut off, you will die of bleeding." After the monk said, he raised his butcher knife and cut off a whole arm that had just been intact. Amid the man's painful wail, the men next to him pressed him with a red-hot steel knife to iron the wound that was still bleeding, and then sprinkled some salt on it to disinfect it. Then a steamed veil covered it on it until the bleeding stopped. Even after the man was officially healed, he was moved into a temporary tent to enjoy the comfortable bed and food that could be eaten.

"If you don't see off this leg, you won't be able to walk on both legs in the future." The following treatment was also full of blood and violence, but no one questioned it. As long as those who had been stabbed survived magically.

The monk's principle is to be able to cut arms, never cut hands, never saw legs, never saw feet, because you have defiled the holy land, which is considered a punishment for the Buddhist sons to blaspheme you, and it is also the medical fee I received.

When they were in this world, these people seemed to understand the butcher's good intentions. If they lifted the knife again, they would not have cut off their hands and feet, but their heads were chopped into wine glasses.

People in the east enjoyed the happiness of their own life after the disaster, and the treatment in the west officially kicked off. The same early arrangement, the same monk, but the monk put down the butcher knife. He became gentle as silk, sprinkled a handful of salt on the wounds of those people to stop bleeding, and then wiped off the blood around the wounds with a hot towel. After the wounds were exposed, he would use a needle with thread to tactfully walk between the wounds rolled up by the flesh until the wounds were sewn together. The monk was very concerned about the whole process. He would like to appreciate a work of art made by himself. After finding that the wounds were flawless, he would wrap a bandage on the wounds of the man. In the next few days, he would repeatedly observe the progress of the disease. After these people stabilized, the person's treatment was officially over.

There is never a lack of broken legs here, and the monk's superb medical skills are perfectly reflected here.

Why are the treatments of these two groups of people so clearly different? The group of people in the west are guardians of the Potala Palace and fighting for their beliefs, that's all.

A thin figure handed over a hot towel to the monk: "Thank you, I've lived another day today."

"I am just entrusted by others. This is a holy land for all Tubo people. Those who have bad intentions must be punished the most severely before entering."

"Then why do you have to show mercy to those people?"

"I am not a butcher, I am just a Buddhist son who devotes himself to the Buddha. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. When they no longer have the ability to step into this place, my goal has actually been achieved."

"A person like you is destined to go to hell, and you have selfish intentions."

"It seems normal for people to eat grains and grains to have a little selfish desire. Just like you, why can you occupy this place for hundreds of years? You may say that you are orthodox and occupying this place for granted, but you have never done any human affairs over the years. You always like to impose your joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness on those Tubo people at the bottom. In this way, they must accompany you to joys, sorrows, and happiness. After doing this, if you are a little disobedient, or if you dislike others, you will immediately massacre others like animals. The lofty king Yundan is actually a selfish and self-centered gathering..."

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to judge a nobleman?"

"Just because I saved you thirty-three times, then you owe me thirty-three lives. If I don't have this qualification, who has this qualification? Those occupiers who might destroy the Potala Palace?"

"From today on, you will be the owner of the Potala Palace behind you. I have told the people below that you can just speak up all kinds of people and supplies you need to save people in the future. They will be happy to help you. After all, you have saved them so many times, and if you don't say it, I really don't know that you have saved us so many times. Thank you.
Chapter completed!