"Go home. Don't block the street."
"Lord Xu, could you tell us villagers what happened earlier?" Chosen by the villagers, Chen Zhaoan stepped beneath the stairs. "This old man's rheumatic legs have gone untreated for years. Whenever rainy weather came, the pain became unbearable. Yet when that golden light flashed just now, they were mostly healed."
"That's right." An old man responded, "I smoked too much tobacco, so I always coughed in winter, and my throat hurt terribly. Now all the phlegm is gone."
"My wife gave birth three days ago, and now she can get out of bed and walk!"
Once examples were given, responses poured forth like a rising tide.
Who among those who did hard labor did not have some minor ailment—aches in the waist, pains in the legs? With today's strange spectacle, nearly everyone had benefited.
"A master attained sudden enlightenment and cultivated the Righteous Fruit. When the sun rose, there was light, and so he bestowed upon you a small stroke of fortune. Take it as the River God revealing his divine presence." Xu Yuelong had no desire to waste breath on a lengthy explanation. "Small ailments are cured; those without ailments gain increased qi and blood. That is all. Do not panic, and do not let your thoughts run wild. You are a respected elder of Yi Xing Town, are you not?"
Chen Zhaoan bowed.
"I dare not call myself worthy. I merely rely on my greater age."
"What happened today will happen only this once. The master is weary and has returned indoors to rest. If you are truly grateful, the master will naturally understand your sentiments. But if you seek more and push for a yard after gaining an inch, that is nothing but wishful thinking.
Therefore, Elder Chen, keep them in