"Master, what do you think the fat monk did to kidnap those children?"

“…Maybe it’s eaten.”

"Um?"

"Haha... the joke I told for my teacher."

"Then... Master said he might be the apprentice of the old bald donkey, who is that old bald donkey?"

The night wind blew across the foothills, and on the mountain road, a lantern hung in front of the donkey's head.

Step by step...

The donkey hoof took small steps, and slowly walked forward in the dim flame. With a swaying wave, the toad Taoist embraced the webbing and sat cross-legged in the cubicle, crossing his face to cover it.

"Old bald donkey is an old bald donkey. What should I do if I ask so much?!"

"You ask, don't you like to say it." Lu Liangsheng smiled and glanced at the small compartment.

The toad, who was embracing the webbed, turned back and closed the toad eyes and sighed.

"Alas, I was a master of the world and no one could defeat me, but I also had many enemies. One day, I was besieged by several sects and defeated them, but I didn't want to meet an old monk from Wanfo Temple. This old bald donkey was very good at subduing the demon seal of the Ming Zun, but if it weren't for the teacher..."

At this time, the anxious meat porridge Taoist ran back from the inn in a hurry, kicked a stone on the ground and smashed it on a tree by the road.

Lu Liangsheng looked at his expression and asked, "Is the meat porridge soaked?"

"What's the matter? The whole pot is gone."

The scholar was stunned for a moment. Not far from the inn in front, he loosened the reins and walked over quickly. Hong Lian also floated away to see what was going on.

The toad who stayed in the bookshelf compartment looked at the two people running to the inn, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

...You mom, what you asked your teacher to say, but you will leave after listening!!

On the other side of the inn, the light of the bonfire was still shining from the door, but the bandits who had been locked on the ground by Lu Liangsheng using silver spells were stripped naked, with blood on their bodies and had been dead for a long time.

The two families in the corner of the wall have long disappeared, but the footprints printed on the bloodstains on the ground are large and small, and it is obvious that they are walking out of the door.

The two families killed the bandits on the ground, plundered everything and ran away...

"This severe drought has forced everyone into evil spirits."

This was Lu Liangsheng's most direct feeling. On the side, Nie Honglian snorted when he heard his words. The scholar turned his face and squeezed out a little smile.

"I didn't say you were an evil ghost."

Hong Lian's expression then let go, and she turned her pretty face away, and then hummed again with an unknown meaning.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng and Taoist dragged the body in the inn to bury it, cleaned up the blood on the ground, took dry food, and barbecued it with the stock in Sun Yingxian's skin bag, took a few bites, and lay down on the long table to fall asleep.

Both of them were both cultivating and cultivating, and the cold wind that was blowing did not have much impact on them.

The next day, I packed my luggage early in the morning and continued to set off. In the past, I originally wanted to have breakfast, but now I have saved all the time to eat.

"What a pity, that pot."

On the way, the Taoist kept muttering a few words, saying that he went to save people, but turned around and was taken away by the person who was saved. This feeling was both depressed and had nowhere to vent. If someone with a bad personality, he would have chased him out and grabbed him and killed him.

Lu Liangsheng could only comfort him, because of a severe drought, the world in the northwest really became a muddy place, and the black and white were unclear.

After getting off the mountain road, his vision became wider. Walking along the official road, Lu Liangsheng used a trick to avoid the places where the victims were concentrated, and followed the long dragon to find Liyang City.

As Sun Yingxian said before, the Taoist practitioners who had prayed for rain earlier settled here, and they had no effect after all.

When they approached the city, there were people everywhere, and some people who were unwilling to leave their hometowns and wait for the government to provide relief gathered outside the city gate. When Lu Liangsheng and Taoist passed by, the people were noisy, followed by a commotion. The city gate opened slightly, and the government came out to serve porridge.

"Liyang is a big city, it seems that it will be a lot."

People squeezed over, Lu Liangsheng helped a child who was squeezed up and said something to the Taoist next to him, and he felt a little relieved.

Taking advantage of the chaos of serving porridge, he entered the city and found an inn nearby. The Taoist first went to find the group of monks. Lu Liangsheng washed in the room and changed his outfits. He finally felt much more relaxed.

There were few people in the inn at this time and there was very little food in the store. What I could take out was a plate of pickled cabbage and two bowls of spiced porridge.

The waiter, who was holding a green turban, also had dishes on his face. After putting down the food, he spoke with a little embarrassedly.

"This guest official has only this little thing, don't dislike it. Other inns and restaurants are all like this. All the inns and dishes in the city are basically taken by the government to help the victims."

Lu Liangsheng picked up the chopsticks and paused on the table for a few times, and smiled and said, "It's okay, if you have stuttering, you can go and do it."

"Where is there anything else to be busy with?"

Seeing that the scholar was easy to talk, the guy leaned against the guardrail and shook the rag on his shoulder.

"Now I hope when it will rain, even if it snows, it will take place. Stay until the beginning of spring next year, the land will be wet, and you can plant some food to give people a way out."

"God will never give you a dead end. Maybe the dragon that is flying in the clouds and rain is already on the way."

While eating, Lu Liangsheng said something comforting, and mentioned the word dragon in his heart. Suddenly he thought of the Pudu Cihang, who was entrenched in the imperial city. If the other party turned into a dragon, would it be considered a good dragon or an evil dragon?

After a moment, the scholar chuckled himself with pickled cabbage, threw away the idea, and asked the waiter about some trivial matters in the city.

"How many people are there now?"

"I don't know, I left a lot last year, but they were all wealthy families. I was afraid that the government would let them bleed, so I sent a batch of food, so I moved my family southward."

Lu Liangsheng nodded, put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Yes, those who have a family business will naturally have to leave. I don't know how many people died in a severe drought in a year, and how many people will be left. In the future, the northwest will probably be even less crowded by then."

The waiter in the store may be too bored. He heard the scholar's melancholy and his words were falling out.

"I don't know how much I have left, but in the past or two years, there have been more things to lose children and women."

Lost a child?

Lu Liangsheng took his eyes back from the few pedestrian streets outside and looked at the guy.

“Don’t lose it often?”

"Absolutely, No, the youngest son of a family on this street was gone for no reason." The waiter looked around, approached the dining table, leaned sideways, and whispered:

"Young Master, let me tell you, don't tell anyone. One night, when I got up and went to the cottage, I saw a few ghosts, and ran across the street with my child in my arms. You saw it, too, it was close to the city wall. The young man went out to see what was going on. Those people were under the eyes of the soldiers, and they passed through the city wall, and they disappeared. I was so scared that I quickly covered my head and fell asleep."

The waiter didn't notice that Lu Liangsheng's eyes sank and was still saying:

"I have heard people outside come back and talk about something that people often disappear among the victims, but during the famine years, it is normal for them to disappear or die, and no one cares about it..."

While talking, the shopkeeper's voice sounded on the first floor of the inn.

"Come here, please come!"

The guy on the second floor stopped talking, smiled at Lu Liangsheng, and put the rag back on his shoulder.

"Young Master, please use it slowly, I'll go down and greet the guests first."
Chapter completed!