"Have you heard about Scribe Jiang invoking the gods to pray for blessings?"
"Of course I have. Who in all of Pei County hasn't heard by now?"
"I heard Scribe Jiang is now handling the epidemic. He's already saved many people. His medical skills are truly remarkable."
"Medical skills? I think they're Immortal Arts. He can draw down moonlight—that's the power of an immortal."
"I heard Scribe Jiang plans to build a Taoist temple outside the city to worship the patriarch, the Daoist patriarch who bestowed the talismans this time."
"If he can protect us from the disaster of plague, then he should be worshipped. Absolutely."
"I heard Scribe Jiang is preparing to raise donations."
"Oh, donations?"
"I heard that anyone who donates will receive a Safety Talisman, which can keep them and their families safe."
"Ah, is that so? Then I definitely need to donate some money."
"I heard that the top ten donors can receive a talisman personally bestowed by Scribe Jiang through divine invocation. It's said to cure illnesses, heal injuries, ward off plagues, and more. It's a genuine Immortal Talisman!"
The man's eyes immediately widened. "Really? Then I'll fight to the death to make it into the top ten."
Xiao He's execution was first-rate. By the next day, news of Scribe Jiang raising donations to build a Taoist temple had spread throughout Pei County.
Everyone knew Jiang Hao lived with the Lu Family. Many people came to the Lu residence to inquire about it. Duke Lu received them and explained that once the temple was built, not only would they receive Safety Talismans and Illness Dispelling Talismans, but they would also have a place to pray for blessings. As long as they were sincere, the Daoist patriarch would bless them.
The epidemic had made many people