Chapter 121 Hengshan Three Destinies
“At that time, all the Buddhas and Tathagatas from the ten directions, as well as great bodhisattvas, heavenly beings, and the eight classes of dragons, heard Shakyamuni Buddha praising and extolling Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s great power and might, which was inconceivable and unprecedented.”

"At that time, Trayastrimsa Heaven rained down countless fragrant flowers, heavenly clothes, and pearl necklaces as offerings to Sakyamuni Buddha and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. All the assembly then looked on and paid homage."

Ou Zanghua and Yi Lin put their hands together and recited the last word of the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" in a low voice.

After Yilin bowed deeply, she opened her eyes and looked at Ou Zanghua with joy and said, "Brother Ou really has a connection with Buddhism. He can recite the 17,000-word Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fluently. It's amazing!"

Ou Zanghua smiled calmly and said, "Let's go! Accompany me to see the wounded."

"it is good."

Yi Lin followed and she felt that Senior Brother Ou was completely different from Senior Brother Linghu.

Senior Brother Linghu is like sunshine, bringing me warmth and joy, and dispelling the darkness before dawn.

Senior Brother Ou is like the spring breeze in April, which can bring peace to my heart.

This is what Master said, 'People have thousands of faces, and hearts can change thousands of times'!

The two men made their way to the wounded camp and could hear wailing from a distance.

Ou Zanghua stood outside for a while before walking in.

When the wounded soldiers saw Ou Zanghua coming in, some of those with less serious injuries subconsciously wanted to salute, but Ou Zanghua quickly stopped them and said, "Sit down, no need to salute! You were injured because you helped the court. I came to see you specially to give you peace of mind. I will report your heroic deeds to the court and follow up on various work to arrange your pensions as soon as possible."

After hearing this, the wounded soldiers immediately showed joy on their faces. As long as the pension could be arranged, everything would be fine.

Ou Zanghua looked at everyone and said sincerely: "So, don't feel burdened, take good care of your injuries, and when you are well, we will eat meat and drink wine together!"

"Thank you, Lord Ou!" The wounded, either sitting or lying down, shouted with smiles.

Seeing this, Ou Zanghua also smiled.

At this time, someone nearby asked quietly, "Brother Ou, do we have some too?"

Ou Zanghua turned his head and saw a disciple of Songshan School, but three of the five fingers on his right hand were broken, so he might only be able to wield the sword with his left hand in the future.

"Of course, you are working for the court, so naturally it will come." Ou Zanghua walked over and gave an affirmative answer.

After hearing this, the man laughed happily. If one were to get injured like this while wandering around in the underworld, he would have to bear it himself. How could he expect any pension?
Ou Zanghua looked at his hand and asked, "Are you confident that you can use the Songshan sword technique with your left hand?"

The man was stunned, shook his head with a lost look, and said: "I... maybe."

"Don't rush to deny it,"

Ou Zanghua patted his shoulder and encouraged him gently: "Try it first!"

"Okay!" The man looked at Ou Zanghua, and seeing that his eyes were sincere and without any intention of teasing, he nodded with emotion.

Ou Zanghua smiled, stood up and went to see other wounded people.

The medical skills of Hengshan Sanding are much better than those of the doctors in Huimin Pharmacy. This is because they are from the underworld and have seen a lot of knife and sword injuries and bone injuries. The experience summarized from generation to generation has made Hengshan Sanding an expert in all of these.

Unfortunately, in the original novel, the three nuns all passed away suddenly, resulting in them being unable to pass on their skills to their disciples.

Ou Zanghua saw Master Dingxian knock a wounded man unconscious with one palm strike, and then she pressed her hands around the man's chest, and said calmly: "Three ribs on the left side are broken, but the lungs are not injured. Give him six doses of Danggui Buye Decoction."

The disciples around him immediately wrote it down and put the written note next to the injured person. The disciples in charge of decocting medicine will come to check it out later. Ou Zanghua came over and asked with a wry smile: "Master, won't knocking someone unconscious like this aggravate the injury?"

"Lord Ou,"

Nun Dingxian stood up with one hand and saluted, then replied: "I saw the face of the wounded man and had a rough idea in my mind, so I attacked him. For someone like this, I can't just knock him unconscious."

Fei Bin was confused and said in a panic, "Master Ding Xian, we can talk it out. Why can't I just faint? I should be losing too much blood, feeling a little dizzy and tired. There's nothing else wrong!"

"Yes, so there is no need to stun him."

Master Dingxian nodded and said to the disciple beside her, "Prepare three servings of Eight Treasures Soup for Mr. Fei."

Eight Treasures Soup?
Ou Zanghua was stunned. Isn’t this for women?

However, seeing the calm look on Nun Dingxian's face, Ou Zanghua guessed that the Nun might have her own intentions!

The disciple wrote it down seriously, then tore off the note and placed it next to Fei Bin.

Upon seeing this, Ou Zanghua comforted Fei Bin and told him to relax and recover from his injuries.

When he walked to another tent, he found that the atmosphere here was even more depressing. When Master Dingjing saw him coming in, she chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha, I greet Master Ou."

"No need to bow, Master." Ou Zanghua raised one hand and looked at the wounded in the tent.

Yi Lin beside him explained in a low voice: "Brother Ou, these are all seriously injured officers and soldiers. Some of them have had their hands chopped off, some have had their legs chopped off, and some have injured their eyes. They may..."

Ou Zanghua immediately understood what Yi Lin meant by this. The wounded here had lost confidence in their future life.

Perhaps in their hearts, dying in battle is better than being half-dead like now!
Ou Zanghua didn't know how many people were awake here, so he slowly said, "Don't worry, the court will not abandon you, and neither will I, Ou Zanghua."

The voice was gentle, yet powerful.

He glanced at everyone, turned around and walked out silently.

Seeing this, Yi Lin couldn't help but chase out of the tent and asked, "Brother Ou, are you telling the truth?"

Ou Zanghua paused, looked back at Yi Lin, nodded and said: "Of course, a gentleman's word is his bond."

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

Yi Lin answered first, looked at Ou Zanghua and said with a smile: "I believe in Brother Ou!"

"Okay, just wait and see!" Ou Zanghua was a little surprised. He didn't know why Yi Lin, this little girl, would believe him.

But now that I have made the promise, I have to keep it.

As Ou Zanghua walked back, he was thinking about how to arrange for these disabled officers and soldiers.

In fact, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty had a relatively standardized arrangement for injured soldiers. For those who died in battle and were not given a post, their descendants would receive half of their salary. For those who died of illness and had no children but had parents or wives, they would receive half of their salary for life. For those who had young children, they would receive half of their salary in the first year and half of it in the second year.

But as time went on, our Ming Dynasty became poorer and poorer, and it was no longer able to maintain such welfare expenses.

The situation was relatively good during the Zhengde period, but it became worse as time went on.

Ou Zanghua is now unable to change the overall situation. He can only think of some small tricks to make these disabled soldiers reflect their value and survive.
(End of this chapter)