You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 65 Fate

When Zuo Chen returned to the center of Changshan Town, Xiao Changcheng had gathered all the bodies sleeping on the ground together, tore off inedible cloth from nearby, and covered their faces with it.

"Master Dao, you are back."

Xiao Changcheng's face showed no sadness or joy, as if the people he had just sent away were not his relatives, friends and neighbors whom he had known since childhood, but a group of strangers who unfortunately lost their lives in the famine.

"came back."

Xiao Changcheng calmed down and felt a little curious.

"Master Dao, where did you go just now?"

"Except for the trouble." Zuo Chen got on the donkey cart, seemed to be thinking about something, and stopped talking.

Seeing that Zuo Chen didn't want to talk, Xiao Changcheng didn't ask any more questions, but his mind recalled what had just happened:

Just now, four big guys suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd, with fierce looks on their faces, and they didn't look like good people. As a result, Zuo Chen just glanced at them, and the four of them rolled their eyes, lay on the ground twitching, foaming at the mouth, and died not long after.

Then Zuo Chen said that there was an evil in Xuzhou nearby, so he got off the donkey cart and walked straight to the evil pot that was emitting thick smoke.

He stretched out his foot and kicked the whole pot up with a bang. All the soup inside flew into the air. Zuo Chen then blew hard and the pot turned into a ghost and disappeared.

When the pot fell to the ground, it cracked in the middle with a snap. The left side rolled on the ground while the right side kept spinning in place. It no longer had any evil spirit and turned into scrap metal.

After breaking the pot, Zuo Chen stood up and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The speed was so fast that Xiao Changcheng didn't even have time to react.

The evil pot that he had just spent a lot of effort to confront was not able to withstand the Taoist priest at all.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.

After all, the Taoist priest is a god. If a god hits an ordinary person, wouldn’t it just be a slap in the face?
After Zuo Chen left, Xiao Changcheng did not dare to move, so he cleaned up the bodies of the surrounding villagers.

However, the behavior of the girl in colorful clothes who had been following Zuo Chen before was beyond Xiao Changcheng's expectations.

Xiao Changben originally thought that she was the kind of delicate person who could not do rough work, but he did not expect that when she saw him working, she also got off the donkey cart, called out the little kids, and helped carry the corpse.

There were seven people, six of them were carrying the bodies and one was in charge. The six people could be divided into three teams, one of them was carrying the head and one was carrying the feet. They quickly finished dealing with all the bodies nearby.

It turns out that those who follow the Taoist priest are capable and kind-hearted, and they will help others.

Now that the Taoist priest has returned, Xiao Changcheng asked Zuo Chen for instructions:
"Master Dao, I'm going to look for my mother first."

Zuo Chen nodded, and Xiao Changcheng hurried forward.

The donkey cart followed behind, its wheels making noises on the bluestone slabs.

After walking two steps forward, Liang Yimei saw someone using tables, chairs and benches to build a wall. She said:
"This was built in the dark by the folks from the west of the town in order to prevent the folks from the east of the town from coming. After drinking the soup, the folks from the east of the town became less intelligent and would not move the tables and chairs, so this wall separated the two sides.

"Now that the gods have removed the disaster, the wall can be opened."

Xiao Changcheng walked to the tables, chairs and benches without saying a word, moved them away one by one to make a path, and walked in first, followed by the donkey cart.

After passing the wall of tables and chairs, the group officially entered the west of the town.

They hadn't taken two steps when they saw a few little heads popping up at the entrance of the alley.

They were dirty and had messy hair. Some of the children had braids on both sides that were even crooked. The most conspicuous one had his head tilted, with one braid on the upper left of his forehead and the other on the lower right of his ear.

They were all hungry and skinny children.

These little heads originally had fear on their faces, but when they saw that it was Xiao Changcheng who came in, their fear disappeared and turned into joy.

"Xiao Ge'er is back! Xiao Ge'er is back!"

A few cheers were heard and the children rushed into the alley.

Before long, some ragged figures appeared in the alley.

They all had thin faces, dull eyes, and the living souls among their three souls and seven spirits seemed to have weakened a lot.

But when they saw Xiao Changcheng, there was still a smile on his face.

Some people looked around and sighed:

"You really didn't find any food?"

"Xiao Xiao is the only one here, where are the others?"

"Isn't there a donkey over there?"

"I just don't know if the Taoist priest is willing to give it to us."

Xiao Changcheng looked at Zuo Chen nervously, but Zuo Chen was not annoyed and directly pulled out a large bucket from the bamboo basket. The bucket was full of rice porridge!
This strange and mysterious divine power made the surrounding townspeople stare with eyes wide open.

"Caiyi, take a spoon and serve porridge."

Zuo Chen took out another big iron spoon and threw it directly to Caiyi.

Caiyi took it and nodded repeatedly in response.

“Tell the folks to get the bowls.”

Zuo Chen talked to Xiao Changcheng again, and Xiao Changcheng nodded quickly and said loudly:
"Fellow villagers! I have invited a Taoist priest! He is kind-hearted and is willing to share his porridge with us! Go home and get a bowl!"

The villagers around opened their eyes wide, and when they saw that the immortal was really making porridge, they no longer cared about anything else. They stepped on their heels and hurried home to get bowls.

Walking and cheering:

"There is a god offering alms!"

"There is a god offering alms!"

People were spreading the message, crowding together, and even without firecrackers, suonas, and gongs, it was still more lively than Chinese New Year's Day with just people holding bowls.

Before long, this group of villagers were pushed over and squeezed forward one by one, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Xiao Changcheng looked left and right, then suddenly he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Line up on both sides of the donkey cart road! Everyone gets a share. If you're still hungry after eating, go to the end of the line! Those who are starving to death should be at the front, and those who are still breathing should move a little further back! If anyone dares to push forward, don't blame me for not considering the feelings of my fellow villagers!"

His loud shout was full of power, and the villagers around him shuddered slightly after hearing it. They lined up obediently in two rows, holding their bowls and looking at the donkey cart from afar.

Caiyi took a big spoon and started to scoop out the porridge. Only then did she realize that there were some fish skins floating in the porridge, which must have been mixed with some meat.

When I scooped it from the left side, the porridge automatically returned to its original shape. When I scooped it from the right side, the fish skin that had been scooped away floated up again.

Caiyi couldn't handle it all by herself, so she called the little kids out to help.

The golden boy and jade girl in Zuo Chen's sleeves also wanted to come out to help distribute the porridge, but they were too small and had difficulty holding the spoon. They could only stand by and cry anxiously.

The villagers who were waiting for porridge nearby were also stunned, and felt that the donkey cart was full of gods.

Even the donkey pulling the cart in front raised its head, looking unusually spirited.

They walked along the way, distributing porridge along the way. The porridge in the big bucket did not run out, and more and more people were full.

Everyone's face was full of satisfaction, except Xiao Changcheng who was becoming more and more anxious.

He looked around but still couldn't find the familiar figure, so he grabbed a town resident who had just eaten:
"Where's my mother? Where's my mother?"

The townsman had a smile on his face, but when he heard Xiao Changcheng's question, his smile froze.

Xiao Changcheng's heart sank immediately.

He caught someone else:

"Where's my mother?"

"Where's my mother?"

I asked three or four questions, but he still had the same expression.

He felt as if his soul had gone out of him, and his heels felt weak.

Going further, there is a house at the end of the street. The house is not big and the door is open.

Seeing this house, the noisy and lively townspeople gradually stopped talking, and the people in colorful clothes who were distributing porridge slowed down their movements.

Zuo Chen sat in the car, looked at the house, and sighed deeply.

Xiao Changcheng entered the house in a daze.

There was a soft couch on the floor in the middle of the house, and an old lady was lying on the couch.

thin.

With eyes closed peacefully.

He's been dead for a long time.

Xiao Changcheng fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes dull.

After a long while, he turned back, but he couldn't even shed tears. His face was dry, as if he was dead:
"Master Dao,
"My mother starved to death."

Grandpas, please read this!
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