Chapter 120 Some are happy and some are sad

Yi Lin followed her master and senior sisters into the military camp. The young nuns were dressed in monk robes and hats, and their expressions were solemn and helpless.

Master Dingjing noticed the disciples' confusion and said gently, "With Buddha in your heart, you will be as calm as still water, not attached to things, not trapped by emotions. We are monks, so we should be at ease and at peace, and be selfless."

"Yes, Master (Uncle)." After hearing this, the disciples bowed slightly to express their feelings.

Upon seeing this, Master Dingxian smiled, and it seemed that there was no need for her to comfort her anymore.

After entering the wounded soldiers' camp, a strong smell of blood hit the faces of the group of nuns like a tsunami.

Looking more closely, they saw that there was a seriously injured soldier lying on each bed, and those with minor injuries could only sit aside and wait.

At this time, a doctor came over and asked, "You are the female Bodhisattvas of Hengshan Sect, right? The wounded in this camp are all under Lord Ou's command. I'll leave them to you. We still have to go to other camps."

Having said this, the doctor bowed and retreated with his men.

Seeing this situation, Master Ding Xian had no choice but to say, "All disciples, listen to my orders and save the people."

"Yes!"

The nuns took action immediately. They were powerless to do anything for the wounded with broken arms and legs. They could only apply medicine and bandage them and try their best to save their lives.

For the wounded with internal organ injuries, Hengshan Sanding would take the pulse, then prescribe medicine according to different symptoms and give it to his disciples to boil.

For those who had injured their eyes, the nuns could only press acupoints to make them faint, and then treat their injuries after they had passed out.

Yi Lin was in charge of taking care of a soldier whose abdomen was cut open. Just when she had stopped the bleeding and was preparing to bandage him, the soldier suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and after his body twitched for a while, he died.

"Master. I..." Yi Lin was stunned, tears suddenly flowed out.

She wanted to explain the situation to her master, but when she looked up, she saw her master cleaning the wound of a soldier with a broken leg. His focused expression was obviously not suitable to be disturbed.

Yi Lin gritted her teeth, wiped away her tears, covered the soldier's face with a white cloth, and then mustered up the courage to rescue the next one.

It was already bright in the sky. Ou Zanghua sat on the top of the city wall, watching the sun emerge from the thick clouds with an expression neither happy nor sad.

The battle in the city has ended, and only a small number of rebels are relying on the alleys to resist stubbornly. For such people, Li Chengxun did not hesitate at all, and directly ordered the musketeers to enter the scene and fire three unreasonable shots, which would make even the most resolute people collapse.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan came up, stood behind Ou Zanghua, and watched the sunrise with him.

"Uncle Zuo, what are the casualties of the Songshan Sect?" Ou Zanghua turned around and looked at Zuo Lengchan, asking with concern.

"My lord, there were a total of 116 people from Songshan who participated in the battle. My junior brother Sima De and 29 disciples died in the battle, and the 86 survivors were all injured." Zuo Lengchan cupped his hands and said with some melancholy.

"I will ask the Lord Xiantai to issue a pension to the Songshan disciples who died in the battle. Although Uncle Sima has no official position, what he did is what a general should do. I ask for him to be treated as a centurion."

Ou Zanghua paused for a moment before continuing, "Please accept my condolences, Master Zuo."

"Master Ou, you don't have to comfort me. In the martial arts world, human life is worthless."

Zuo Lengchan shook his head and said calmly, "If these disciples died in battles in the martial arts world, if they have families, the sect will give them a few taels of silver as burial expenses. If they don't have families, they will just be buried in a forest."

After hearing this, Ou Zanghua sighed secretly. What's the point of being in this underworld?

At this time, a messenger ran up, saluted and said, "Sir Ou, Sir Li invites you to the central army camp."

"it is good."

Ou Zanghua nodded, said hello to Zuo Lengchan, and followed the messenger downstairs. He saw Le Hou sitting aside, looking at a corpse with dull eyes.

"Uncle Le, please accept my condolences." Ou Zanghua walked over and comforted him in a deep voice.

Le Hou looked up at Ou Zanghua and said, "Junior Brother Sima has a sister who lives in Lushan County. Please allow me to take Junior Brother Sima home, Lord Ou."

"Okay," Ou Zanghua nodded and said sincerely, "But please wait for two days, Master Le. When the court's pension comes, please take it with you."

"Thank you, Lord Ou." Le Hou wanted to salute Ou Zanghua but was stopped.

Afterwards, Ou Zanghua followed the messenger into the central army camp, only to see Li Chengxun writing a post-war summary report.

After a moment, he stopped writing, handed the report to Ou Zanghua, and said gently, "Please correct me, Junior Brother Ou."

"Brother Li, you are too polite."

Ou Zanghua took the report and began to read it. The whole report was relatively objective. It told the story of how Li Chengxun, after subduing Huang Qi, learned from a traitor that there was a secret path leading into the city. After reporting this to the Left Censor-in-Chief Chen Jin, the other party approved of the battle plan.

So, Ou Zanghua took the lead and personally led the team to sneak into the city to open the city gate, and personally arrested the main culprit Luo Guangquan. The leader of the personal guards, Zuo Lengchan, also captured Chen Fu, the traitor's brain who wanted to escape.

Li Chengxun believed that the first credit for taking Ruizhou Prefecture and suppressing the Hualin bandits belonged to himself and Ou Zanghua, and the second credit went to Huang Qi and Zuo Lengchan. Ou Zanghua thought for a while and said, "Brother Li, five hundred warriors risked their lives to serve the court, and we cannot forget that."

"That's right." Li Chengxun didn't say anything else. He added a paragraph at the end of the report, affirming the courage and dedication of the 500 warriors.

The two negotiated for a while and after confirming that there was nothing missing, they stamped the official seals of the Nanchang prefect and the Jiangxi deputy censor respectively.

Then give it to the messenger to take it back to Nanchang Prefecture and present it to the Left Censor-in-Chief Chen Jintang. If nothing unexpected happens, this report will be attached to the battle report and sent to the capital soon.

Afterwards, the two of them sorted out the information in Ruizhou city together. According to the officers and soldiers' findings, the wealthy families in the city were basically killed by the Hualin thieves. Only a small number of them escaped this disaster because they had something to do in Nanchang Prefecture.

Li Chengxun sighed and said, "What a disaster!"

"Brother Li, since the wealthy family is dead, what should we do with their land?" Ou Zanghua looked at the lines of text and put down the document with some discomfort.

"Of course, it will be handled according to the Great Ming Law." Li Chengxun said calmly: "For those whose family members are still alive, the elders will distribute it. For those whose family members are no longer alive, the court will handle it."

Ou Zanghua suggested gently: "In this case, we should measure the cultivated land in Ruizhou Prefecture to prevent the scoundrels from taking advantage of the court."

Li Chengxun was slightly stunned, looking at the harmless Ou Zanghua, he slowly said: "Junior Brother Ou, what you said makes sense."

After finishing all the affairs, Ou Zanghua walked out of the central army camp. He touched his stomach and then remembered that he only ate some dried meat at dawn. Now it was almost noon, so it was normal to be hungry.

He was about to return to his tent and asked his men to help him get some food.

But after walking for a while, I seemed to hear a faint twitching sound.

Ou Zanghua was a little surprised. How could such a soft and weak crying sound be heard in a barracks full of men?

He immediately walked over in the direction of the sound and saw a cute little nun sitting on the ground wiping her tears outside the secret tent.

"Junior Sister Yilin?"

"Brother Ou, Brother Ou?" Yi Lin was startled. When she looked up and saw that it was Ou Zanghua, she hurriedly began to wipe her tears.

Ou Zanghua frowned slightly, looking at the blood stains on Yi Lin's monk's robe, and immediately asked solemnly: "What happened? Did someone bully you?"

He invited everyone from the Hengshan Sect to assist him, and if they were wronged, it would be his fault.

"No, no." Yi Lin quickly shook her head when she saw Ou Zanghua was so serious.

"Junior Sister Yilin, don't be afraid. If someone really bullies you, just tell me and I will definitely seek justice for you." Ou Zanghua looked at the little nun who was like a little rabbit and could only comfort her softly.

"Really not." Yi Lin lowered her head and said guiltily, "I feel that I am not good enough in medicine. I am not able to help more people. I feel guilty towards the Buddha, my master, and the officers and soldiers who believed in me."

Ou Zanghua was relieved when he heard this. It turned out that this girl was fighting internally. He almost thought...
But Yilin has always been so kind, so there is nothing strange about it.

“Junior sister Yilin, you must remember not to let your limited body lead you to endless sorrow.” Ou Zanghua gently advised, “You are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is already very good to be able to achieve this.”

"Really?" Yi Lin asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I..." Ou Zanghua thought for a moment and couldn't say himself: "My junior brother Xiang Danian was scolded by the master as being brainless when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. In comparison, Junior Sister Yi Lin was able to help many soldiers heal their wounds and saved many people. She has done a great deed."

After hearing this, Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Senior Brother Ou was the leader of the new generation of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, so what he said could not be wrong.

Then, Yi Lin asked with some confusion: "How does Senior Brother Ou know my age?"

Ou Zanghua paused, then said quietly, "I can read faces, and I can tell the approximate age of my junior sister at a glance."

"Oh!" Yi Lin came back to her senses, nodded and said, "No wonder Senior Brother Ou was able to become the third place in the imperial examination, he is indeed very knowledgeable."

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Ou Zanghua asked, quickly changing the subject.

"This is a temporary hall. My master asked me to come here to pray for the souls of the officers and soldiers who died in the battle. I heard from the doctor that the officers and soldiers from far away places can only be buried on the spot," Yi Lin said, and was about to open the tent to let Ou Zanghua see.

Ou Zanghua quickly grabbed Yi Lin's wrist and said with some melancholy: "You don't have to show this to me."

"Oh," Yilin said, "I thought Senior Brother Ou came here specially to give them a ride, otherwise, how could you find them in such a remote place?"

"I was attracted to you!" Ou Zanghua complained in his heart. After thinking for a while, he still had no intention of pulling open the curtain.

He sighed and said, "I will pray for the salvation of the dead together with Junior Sister Yilin! Is it the Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Ou can do this too?" Yi Lin asked in surprise.

"Understood."

(End of this chapter)