Douluo: Emperor of Light

Annie took out a piece of clean white fabric and covered it with the large bamboo basket prepared by his wife.

After walking around the bamboo house for a few steps and making sure that no big gaps were exposed, he carefully picked it up and carried it on his back.

He said hello to his wife at home, and with her blessing for going out, he left the house assigned by Wuhun Palace in relatively good conditions.

As an old deacon of the regional Wuhun branch, at this time in the past, he would go to the branch every day to carry out work.

It's just that the recent changes were so sudden that the core managers in the Wuhun branch have no intention of working.

Under the influence of their attitude and the famine in the city, other ordinary members had already submitted their applications and left the Wuhun Hall and ran away.

If it weren't for the inconvenience due to his age and the fact that he had developed feelings for this city, he might have left this already chaotic city.

"Deacon Annie, you are finally here!"

An urgent and expectant cry interrupted Anni's memories. Unknowingly, he had arrived in front of the Wuhun Hall.

Looking at the dark crowd, sitting on the ground in this empty square, many people even held their children, and occasionally you could hear subtle crying.

Annie sighed inwardly, adjusted her mentality, put away the frustration in her heart, and put a smile on her face.

Under the delighted gaze of the monk beside him, he handed him the bamboo basket in his hand.

After a while, the monk returned to the front of the square and placed the large bamboo basket on a large table together with various other items for storing musical notation.

Beside the table, there were other monks who had not left yet and gathered spontaneously. They were opening the seals one after another, revealing steaming rye bread, steamed potatoes and other food.

Then take a knife and cut the food into smaller pieces and store them on the other side.

At this time, someone will pick up the food, go to the crowd, and distribute it in small quantities.

Annie withdrew his gaze and walked towards the crowd of hungry people.

He knew that for people like him, this kind of spontaneous action was ultimately a drop in the bucket and could not really change anything.

There are countless hungry people in the city at the moment. The food and money they receive from Wuhun Palace every day are simply not enough to share among so many people, not to mention that the food in Chengzhong Shop is already sky-high.

He didn't know how to fundamentally change all this, so he could only work hard silently.

"Master Deacon, my poor child seems to be sick. Can you help him?"

A woman sitting on the ground stretched out her hand and took hold of Annie, her eyes full of anticipation.

Annie stopped and squatted down. The boy in the woman's arms turned pale, had difficulty breathing, and was twisting uneasily.

He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to show his sensing martial spirit, and used his soul power to sense the opponent's situation.

With his rich experience, he knew that it was a cold. Although the temperature in the city was okay on weekdays, it was a bit cold at night after all, and it was normal for the child's body to be weak and unable to bear it.

Although it is a minor problem, at this time, the lack of medical treatment and sufficient physical strength may make the condition worse.

"Ma'am, let the child rest more. I believe he will get better."

Annie smiled kindly. He was helpless and could only try his best to comfort the poor woman.

After hearing his words, the panic in the woman's heart gradually disappeared, revealing a tired but reassuring smile.

Annie asked for a glass of warm water from a monk, and looked at the child holding it in his little hands, drinking it carefully with a comfortable expression on his face.

Then he took out his portion of today's white steamed buns and a small piece of bacon jerky from his pocket, wrapped them in his Wuhundian deacon's coat, and handed them to her together.

"Deacon, thank you so much, thank you so much..."

The woman thanked her excitedly, and even wanted to kowtow to thank her, but Anni stopped her.

Now he can only do this.

Annie left this place. Although he had seen it many times, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

No one knows how long they can hold on, or will there be a few more bodies on the roadside tomorrow?

The nobles in the city plundered everything wantonly, paying no attention to the life and death of the civilians here. They had obviously found a next home, intending to break the bones and suck out the marrow, scrape a layer of land, and then leave here with the last wealth.

And he, a little deacon, could do nothing in this chaotic situation.

"Hello, Deacon Anne, can you take me to see the bishop here?"

A young and powerful voice came from behind Annie.

Annie turned his head in surprise and saw a young man with extraordinary temperament, wearing the platinum robe of a senior member of Wuhun Palace, watching him quietly.

"Are you... from Wuhun City?"

Anni looked at Qingyang in surprise, and various speculations arose in his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that Wuhundian's clothes couldn't be faked, he might even have thought someone was teasing him. How could such a gentle young man be a big shot in Wuhundian?

"Yes, I am the master of Douluo Hall, Qingyang, Deacon Anni, can you take me to see the bishop here?"

Qingyang took out the token, handed it to the other party for confirmation, and asked again.

After previous observations, although it was impossible to determine whether there was anything wrong with these people, at least this deacon had more of a kind heart.

Annie took the token, carefully looked at it and confirmed it over and over again. It corresponded to the various identification methods he had learned, and finally reluctantly confirmed that it should be true.

Just... Douluo Palace?

Could it be that something big happened again in Wuhun City?

With this doubt, Anni returned the token to Qingyang and said sadly: "I'm sorry, the bishop passed away half a month ago, and now the priest is acting on his behalf."

Priest?

Qingyang frowned slightly. Just like before, this news was not included in the intelligence received by Wuhun Palace.

This abnormal situation made him even more convinced that there might be a big problem with the branch hall here.

In the three-level holy order system of Wuhun Temple, the members of the regional branch temple must be composed of a bishop, leading at least three priests, and a number of deacons.

It is these people who manage many monks and decide everything in the branch hall.

The priest is subordinate to the bishop and can indeed perform the duties of the bishop in his absence.

"In that case, then take me to see this priest."

Qingyang temporarily retracted his thoughts, put aside his doubts, and smiled at Annie.

Although I didn't sense the existence of any other forces in this branch hall, no matter what the problem is here, it will be clear as long as I go in and take a look.

Especially regarding the two batches of food for disaster relief, we must find out where they are going.

"Please wait a moment. There are a lot of things here. I'm going to explain some things. I hope you can forgive me."

Seeing Qingyang's insistence, Anni did not refuse. After obtaining Qingyang's consent, he went to the front of the square and explained to another deacon.

Then he returned here and led Qingyang there.