This monk is a bit mean

The more a person fears something, the more stubborn she will be about it.

So the more An Xiaoqiao said that Yun Shu didn't dare, the more Yun Shu dared.

"Do you think I dare to do that? Humph!" Yun Shu snorted coldly and walked out of Baicao Tower.

After returning to his residence, he found Ning Zhi and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ning Zhi was ordered to leave.

Yunshu found a torn straw mat and waited for Ning Zhi to come back.

It was not until the evening that Ning Zhi returned to the inn.

"Uncle Master, everything has been done as you said."

"Okay, we'll take action tomorrow morning."

……

The next morning, An Xiaoqiao from Baicao Tower went to Xiancaotang to distribute disaster relief grain as usual.

But as soon as she went out, she was frightened by the scene before her.

Outside Baicao Tower, there was a huge crowd of refugees kneeling.

An Xiaoqiao was very puzzled.

These refugees should not have appeared in front of their Baicao Tower.

They should be waiting at the west gate where relief food is distributed.

How come they all came here all of a sudden today and knelt in front of their door?

But she soon found out what was going on.

She saw the hateful monk lying in the middle of the refugees, covered with a torn straw mat.

Humming there.

"Ouch... I'm dying... Ouch... It hurts so much, please give me some relief!"

“Wuwuwu… Master Yun, you have to hold on. The people in Baicao Tower are all immortal masters of the Wanling Sect. They will definitely find a way to save you!”

"Yes, yes, look, their fairies are coming out, aren't they?"

"Fairy, you must save this kind-hearted man, Mr. Yun. I beg you!"

"Dong dong dong!" The refugees kneeling in the front row kowtowed to An Xiaoqiao frantically.

An Xiaoqiao walked to Yun Shu with a gloomy face and half squatted down.

She pinched Yunshu's hand with disgust and began to take his pulse.

In order to pretend to be convincing, Yunshu smeared soot and mud on his arms.

An Xiaoqiao’s pulse diagnosis was fake, but the voice communication was real.

"You damn baldy, you cheap baldy! What on earth do you want to do?" An Xiaoqiao cursed in a voice transmission.

"I want fire purple grass!" Yunshu said with blinking eyes.

"Don't even think about it!" An Xiaoqiao refused in a voice transmission.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Yun Shu shook off An Xiaoqiao's hand, turned his back, and screamed.

What An Xiaoqiao didn't know was that in an inconspicuous corner of the street far away, a group of refugees were queuing up to get meat buns.

The person who distributed the meat buns was Ning Zhi.

"Handsome boy, is it enough for us to just gather and make a fuss in front of Baicao Tower?"

"Actually, we can fight!"

One of the refugees who looked more robust spoke up.

"You know shit! Baicao Tower is the territory of Wanling Sect. Can you defeat Wanling Sect in a fight?" A refugee who knew the situation reminded them.

"Yes, there is no need to fight, everyone just needs to help my Master Yun get the spiritual herbs."

"There is no need for us to conflict with the Wanling Sect."

Ning Zhi explained as he handed out steamed buns.

In the distance, more and more refugees gathered in front of the gate of Baicao Tower, and An Xiaoqiao became more and more panicked.

Of course, she has the ability to defeat all these refugees with a few sword moves.

However, it is a taboo in the world of immortal cultivation for cultivators to kill innocent mortals indiscriminately.

An Xiaoqiao is not stupid enough to do this.

But if the refugees continue to gather like this, she won’t be able to explain to her superiors.

In Baicao Tower, An Xiaoqiao was just a handyman.

She can't bear this responsibility.

She knew very well in her heart that the current situation was definitely caused by this damn bald guy.

Now I have no choice but to discuss it with him.

"I don't have the power to give you the fire purple grass you want!" An Xiaoqiao began to give in, and she sent a message to Yunshu.

"Then go find someone with power to talk to me!" Yun Shu said to An Xiaoqiao with his back turned.

"Don't push your luck, baldy!"

"I can tell you how to get the fire purple grass."

"If you don't want to listen, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"You can invite as many people as you like!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

An Xiaoqiao finished her message, stood up and was about to leave.

Yunshu jumped up from the straw mat with a "whoosh".

He chuckled and said, "Listen, listen, why wouldn't I listen!"

An Xiaoqiao got angry when she saw Yunshu like this.

But she didn't want to dwell on it any longer.

She took out a jade tube from her Qiankun bag and threw it to Yunshu.

"There is a task here. After completing this task, you can come to Baicaolou to receive a magical herb or medicine."

"Thank you, Miss Xiao Qiao!" Yun Shu took the jade tube and said to An Xiaoqiao with a smile.

"Where are they?" An Xiaoqiao looked at the group of refugees in front of him with some concern and asked Yun Shu.

She was afraid that the bald man would continue to act like a spoiled child and refuse to leave after taking the jade tube.

What should I do?

"Arrange it immediately!" Yun Shu said, shaking the jade tube in his hand.

He turned to the refugees who had gathered together and said, "Go away, you can go to the corner over there to get your second helping of buns!"

"Go quickly! If you're late, there won't be any left!"

The refugees dispersed.

In front of the once bustling Baicao Tower, only An Xiaoqiao and Yun Shu were left.

An Xiaoqiao looked at the crowd that dispersed in an instant, somewhat stunned.

And there is this black bald guy in front of me.

Using such despicable means to bully me is simply not a human being.

An Xiaoqiao wanted to cry.

Yunshu didn't care whether the girl cried or not, he just took the jade tube and left.

When they returned to the residence, Ning Zhi had not come back yet. Yun Shu took out the jade tube given by An Xiaoqiao and probed his spiritual sense into it.

After a moment, Yun Shu withdrew his spiritual consciousness, a white light flashed in his hand, and the jade tube disappeared.

"This mission is to investigate the cause of the famine?"

"Hasn't the Wanling Sect figured it out yet?"

"Perhaps the mission is too simple and they don't plan to send their own people?"

"No, it shouldn't be. If it were simple, the result should have been found out long ago."

Yun Shu talked to himself for a while.

After a while, Ning Zhi, who had distributed buns to the refugees, returned to the inn.

Yunshu didn't want to stay for a moment.

He took Ning Zhi and went directly out of the west gate of Xilin City.

After exiting the west gate, he released the white jade flying boat and flew rapidly westward with Ning Zhi.

……

Yunshu and Ningzhi once again entered the Lechuan grassland.

All along the way there were refugees from the grasslands.

Some of them went to Xilin City for refuge.

Some went to Nanlin City.

Yunshu stopped some fleeing refugees and asked them about their whereabouts.

He had a general understanding of the situation.

The reason why the herdsmen on the grassland were displaced and left their homes is because they could not survive.

No one knows when a plague broke out on the grassland.

All the livestock on which they depended for survival were killed.

Water sources and green grass have also been polluted to varying degrees, and herders can no longer survive on the grasslands.

Their only choice was to migrate eastward.

If you don't want to leave, choose to stay.

There are mostly only two outcomes: either starving to death or being eaten by others.

Yunshu has experienced this before.

When he first arrived in this strange continent of all spirits, he was put into a pot and boiled.