Chapter 143 I Grow Old with the Holy Monk (27)
Ever since Sang Tian was infected, Guan Yi has been trying to find a cure for her all day long.
He had been in the village for such a long time but still had no idea about the source of the plague.
Even though he had medical skills that ordinary people didn't have, he still couldn't cure his loved one. This made Guan Yi feel frustrated for the first time in his life.
Compared to Guanyi's pessimism, Sang Tian seemed much more optimistic. She enjoyed making delicious food for Guanyi in different ways every day.
The chef's golden finger is still there. For Sang Tian, even the simplest wild vegetables can be made to taste like delicacies from mountains and seas.
The first time Guanyi ate the food cooked by Sang Tian, he was deeply impressed.
After just a few days, Sang Tian's health condition became worse and worse, and more and more people died in the village.
Every time Guanyi goes out to look for medicine, it takes longer and longer.
Sang Tian couldn't talk for a long time. She didn't like being alone. She couldn't bear to see Guan Yi working so hard every day.
Guan Yi realized that this plague was not a simple epidemic, but more like something was controlling everything from behind.
He had been to other places to treat plagues before, but they were not as difficult as this one. This plague was fierce and the symptoms were different for everyone.
The conditions of women in the village are obviously more serious than those of men, and Sang Tian is the most seriously ill.
Guan Yi didn't come back until the evening, and Sang Tian squatted at the door with her weak body.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps not far away. Sang Tian slowly raised her head and found that the person coming was not Guan Yi but Mei Yao.
She was even more charming than before. Dressed in red, she was like a captivating enchantress who could make people willingly follow her just by beckoning her finger.
The bells on her ankles made a tinkling sound, which was very pleasant to hear.
Sang Tian stood up and looked at her, "Why are you here?"
Sang Tian clearly smelled a scent on Mei Yao's body, which was exactly the smell she had now.
Sang Tian's expression suddenly changed, her breathing became rapid, and her voice trembled, "Did you cause the plague in the village?!"
Sang Tian was very sure when she said this, without a trace of doubt.
Mei Yao did not deny it and nodded directly, "Yes, it was me who did it. Now only you can save the whole village and Guan Yi. I don't think you want Guan Yi to be despised by the world!"
Sang Tian was silent for a while and looked at Mei Yao, "So, what do you want me to do?"
Mei Yao spread her hands and shrugged, "It's very simple. Just find a place where no one knows and die quietly. As long as you leave the village, I will naturally solve the plague, and I will make Guan Yi a living Buddha that the world will always admire."
After Mei Yao finished speaking, her eyes suddenly brightened and she changed the subject: "What are you still hesitating about? If you hesitate for one more second, more people here will die, and the remaining people will hate Shang Guanyi."
After hearing Mei Yao's words, Sang Tian immediately understood that in the original plot, the people of Yue would riot. Mei Yao turned love into hatred and gradually dragged the noble image of Guanyi Saint Monk into hell in the hearts of the people.
The so-called rescue of Guanyi is nothing more than the redemption of one's own conscience.
If it weren't for Guan Yi, she wouldn't be able to transform into a human form even if she practiced for a thousand years.
Seeing that Sang Tian didn't reply for a long time, Mei Yao's eyes flashed with impatience. If Guan Yi didn't like her hands to be stained with blood, she would have torn this annoying woman in front of her to pieces with one claw.
"I agree to your request. I will leave now."
Mei Yao smiled after getting a satisfactory answer.