After a few questions, the sister and brother held nothing back and told him everything.
Late last year, a crone had arrived with the great tide of refugees.
The old woman was seventy or eighty years old. She called herself Mother Luo, blind in her left eye and deaf in her right ear.
Mother Luo happened to possess some family-inherited skill in treating illnesses, so she made a living from it and settled in this area.
Mother Luo charged no consultation fee; one meal was enough. And her skills were indeed decent—seven out of ten patients could be cured.
Most people here were poor. Seeking doctors and treatment was difficult, so Mother Luo gradually gained some renown.
She even gathered people's hearts around her. There were more and more people surrounding Mother Luo, and in private they called themselves the Luo Sect.
At the beginning of February, Mother Luo changed her rules for treating patients.
"Mother Luo is wonderful! When she saw that some families could not even afford food, she stopped asking them to provide meals. They only needed to follow her and recite a few passages, then listen to her lessons." Sister Hua was clearly deeply reverent toward Mother Luo.
"Reciting texts? Listening to lessons?" Meng Yuan felt more and more that something was wrong with Mother Luo.
"Exactly!" Sister Hua nodded repeatedly. "Mother Luo said that if you recited the texts and listened to the lessons, then even if you lived this life as an ox or a horse, you would reach the Pure Land in your next life, where you could eat Tofu Banquets every day!"
Well then! In the Pure Land, there was no feast of fish and meat—only Tofu Banquets! What proper folk!
"Do you know whose teaching the Pure Land comes from?" Meng