Thinking of this, Meng Jiucheng paused his spear hard and said loudly: "Everyone, please listen to me first! This temple is not safe, so everyone take a break and boil some hot water in the kitchen over there to warm up your body. I'll go outside to take a look. If the soldiers chase you, you will have to escape..."

After a brief arrangement, Meng Jiucheng rushed through the worship hall, came to the mountain gate, and looked down.

The wind and snow were a little lighter, but the path up the mountain was tortuous and covered by trees, so you can't see the situation at the foot of the mountain at a glance.

Meng Jiucheng looked for a while and saw the messy things abandoned by the refugees on the path. Scattered refugees emerged from the woods, climbed up the edge of the ditch, and escaped into the Taoist temple by chance along the path.

The rebels probably had enough robbed the mountain at the foot of the mountain. They didn't want to work hard to go up the mountain, and they might also feel that dozens of refugees were not very rich.

Meng Jiucheng guessed this way, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. After watching for a while, he turned around and came back.

A fire was lit in the worship hall, and the refugees were shocked and surrounded the fire to keep warm. After running desperately, they all sweated. It felt bad when they stopped. They all shrank, their faces turned pale, and their teeth fought.

At the door of the bedroom, Mu Yi sat on a chair, holding the little girl, and Mu Xiaowei stood beside him, faithfully following Meng Jiucheng's instructions and helping him watch the door.

Seeing that Mu Yi and Xiaowei had a lot of snowflakes on their bodies, and Mu Yi's arms were still covered with blood, Meng Jiucheng felt very sorry, but he also believed that Mu Yi was a trustworthy person.

"Brother Mu, Madam Mu, please come in quickly." Meng Jiucheng opened the door and reached out to invite him.

Mu Yi hesitated for a moment, noticed the trembling of the girl in his arms, so he got up and entered the house with Xiaowei.

"Sit next to the brazier, it's warm. There is a kettle on the basin, pour water to drink by yourself." Meng Jiucheng said, while tidying up his own things and carrying them into the inner room.

After finishing his work, Meng Jiucheng took the medicine and came to the outside room. He saw Mu Yi and the other three surrounding the brazier, holding hot water in his hands, warming his body.

"I'll go find out and see if there is a doctor to treat your wound." Putting down the medicine, Meng Jiucheng said, then turned around and left the house and came to the worship hall.

Meng Jiucheng glanced at the refugees and said, "Who is the doctor and who can wrap the wound, please raise your hand. In addition, if anyone is injured, you can go to the back to bandage it."

After a while of silence, a middle-aged man raised his hand and said tiredly and weakly: "I will do some tricks. Can the Taoist Master treat the man who was injured by the arrow?"

"No matter who he is going to treat it, you go to the back room." Meng Jiucheng waved his hand impatiently, and then said, "A man with some strength gets up and uses something to block the mountain gate. If the straitors come up, they can stop it for some time so that they can escape again!"

Although people were very tired, when they mentioned stopping the riots, they still tried their best to get up without saying nonsense.

Chen Daotong led his daughter to the back hall. When passing by Meng Jiucheng's side, Chen Mengyao suddenly reached out and pulled Meng Jiucheng's sleeve, and said a little aggrievedly: "I only drink hot water, but I'm hungry!"

Meng Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Chen Mengyao's eyes were covered with mist, not flexible, he probably guessed something. Well, this woman's head seemed to be sick.

"Yao'er--" Chen Daotong smiled helplessly at Meng Jiucheng and pulled his daughter away.

Meng Jiucheng commanded everyone to carry the broken wood, rotten bricks and tiles, and two incense burners, blocking most of the mountain gate in a mess. Although it was not very tight, if you wanted to come in, you still had to lose some energy. As for the big gap in the back wall, Meng Jiucheng didn't think the chaos could know which place.

After the arrangement here, Meng Jiucheng arranged for refugees to be on duty and set up a ladder on the wall next to the mountain gate, allowing refugees to take turns to climb up to see the situation. If the rioters really came up, they would not find out that there was chaos in the bombing camp when they arrived.

When he returned to the back room, Chen Daotong had already wrapped Mu Yi's injuries, and the few people were almost warmed up. His face was bloody, but his expression was still dull, and he looked hungry and tired, and he couldn't lift himself up.

Mu Yi bowed to Meng Jiucheng who came in and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for helping the Taoist priest, this is the second time."

Meng Jiucheng returned the courtesy and said, "I am called Jiucheng, the disciple of this Guanguan Master. My family master has traveled around and kept me in the house. I didn't want to encounter such a thing."

Mu Yi smiled bitterly and said, "This place is remote. The Taoist priest must have not known that there are already many wars outside and the world is in chaos."

Meng Jiucheng pursed his lips, rubbed his nose habitually, and said, "This riot may not come, but you can't take it lightly. Fortunately, in order to save your life, everyone has no complaints after obeying my assignment. Brother Mu, and this one--" He pointed at Chen Daotong.

"I'm the next surname Chen Ming Daotong." Chen Daotong bowed weakly.

"Oh, Brother Chen." Meng Jiucheng returned the gifts in a hurry and said, "Brother Mu and Brother Chen, please work hard and organize some arrangements. Please ask the two of you to get them and make porridge to make them hungry. Can you?"

"I've been sorry for disturbing Taoist Master, and I should do more." Mu Yi was so happy that he stood up immediately, but hesitated a little.

"Little girl and Miss Mu will stay here to rest!" When Meng Jiu established his position, he realized that Mu Yi was worried about the little girl, and it was a little inconvenient to keep her by his side, so he spoke, "There is this little lady, and this little lady."

Chen Daotong turned his head and saw that his daughter had entered the inner room at some point. She was walking out at this time, holding a cake in her hand and eating it in big mouthfuls.

"This--" Chen Daotong hurriedly apologized to Meng Jiucheng, "Little girl--" He pointed to his head and smiled bitterly: "I have entered the Taoist priest's inner room, please forgive me."

Meng Jiucheng waved his hand and said, "Don't care, you go and greet others, I have to do some things." After that, he went into the inner room first, took out some food from the cabinet, gave it to Mu Xiaowei and the little girl, and then turned around and walked out again.

Although the riots may not come up, it is only possible. Meng Jiucheng thinks it is better to prepare more.

He arrived at the small house and took out the gunpowder jar from under the bed.

I just thought the riots were coming soon, and I had been busy for a long time. Now that I had buffering time, Meng Jiucheng had to quickly prepare the weapon just in case. Meng Jiucheng went out and found a few more ropes, closed the door, and began the final process - Anbaer, to be precise, tying a rope.
Chapter completed!