Heavy snowfall comes one after another, as if it never stops. The cold wind from the north howls over the valley day and night, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which makes people feel bitingly cold.
Although monks and innate warriors at the third level of Qi training are not afraid of cold and heat, when the temperature drops to a certain level, they cannot ignore the threat of winter.
As for ordinary people, life is even more difficult.
The residents of Dongwuzhai hid in warm cellars or secret rooms one after another.
Only those who have the conditions can do this for the whole winter, but those who don't have enough food and material reserves will be miserable.
As the price of food in the walled city continued to rise, some casual cultivators were forced to brave the wind and snow to go hunting.
Especially those who usually muddle along have experienced great suffering.
Many casual cultivators never came back after going out.
At the same time, the number of monks in Dongwuzhai continued to increase, various conflicts occurred, and the public security situation became bad.
Even Wei Tang can't suppress it!
When Wang Chen walked out of the alley in the morning, he saw many unfamiliar faces.
They gathered in small groups under the eaves of the street, their expressions indifferent and ferocious, looking at the pedestrians coming and going with stern eyes, like hungry wolves.
There are more refugees and beggars.
These homeless beggars huddled in the corner, holding a broken bowl and begging for alms from people passing by.
There were also some children wearing shabby clothes, dragging a trail of cold-hardened noses, walking back and forth among the crowd.
Such a scene made Wang Chen wonder if he was in the wrong place.
This doesn't look like a village of scattered cultivators, it's almost the same as a small county town in the secular world!
Suddenly he felt something strange and reached out to grab it without thinking.
He grabbed a black hand reaching for his waist!
"let me go!"
A half-grown boy stared at Wang Chen with a ferocious expression and fierce eyes, like an enraged wolf cub.
As soon as he finished speaking, four or five people immediately gathered around him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Bullying children? Come and see, someone is bullying children!"
"This Master Immortal, he is still a child!"
"Let him go!"
Some were good-looking, and some were bad-faced. They blocked Wang Chen's path, and their malicious eyes fell on him, as if they were staring at plump prey.
When people around him saw it, no one stepped forward to help Wang Chen out. Instead, they looked like they were gloating at the good show.
Click!
Wang Chen crushed the thief's hand and shouted: "Get out!"
The people surrounding him suddenly stumbled back involuntarily as if struck by lightning, with shock on their faces.
The astonishing momentum that Wang Chen showed in an instant made them realize that they had found the wrong target, and they kicked the iron plate with a bad move, and fled in a hurry.
The little thief was left crying in pain on the ground!
Wang Chen shook his head, cast a cleaning technique casually, and then walked towards Fangshi.
Everyone who witnessed this scene showed awe.
No one dares to stand in front of him!
The Outland believes in the forest law of the jungle. Whoever has high cultivation and strong strength will be the boss.
People who don't understand this point are basically eliminated.
Today is not a market day, but the market is very lively inside and outside.
Many stalls are set up in nearby streets and alleys.
Since it is adjacent to the city lord's palace and is a key area guarded by the monks of the Wei Hall, although the environment here looks chaotic, the order is still stable. There are many noisy people and no one dares to take action.
"Sir Immortal Master, you are doing great kindness and virtue."
A white-haired old beggar stretched out his trembling hands and begged Wang Chen: "Just give me something to eat. My grandson hasn't eaten in three days."
He was carrying a little boy wrapped in a quilt. Although the latter's eyes were open, his face was sallow, thin and weak, and he no longer had the strength to speak.
This is the world of immortality!
Wang Chen felt a sense of depression rising in his chest, and he couldn't even spit it out.
He silently took out two spiritual rice balls from his storage bag and handed them to the old beggar in front of him.
It's not that Wang Chen is reluctant to give more.
But if you give too much, it will bring danger to both your grandparents and your grandchildren.
"Thank you, thank you Master Immortal!"
The old beggar was so grateful that he knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Chen, but Wang Chen stopped him.
He watched the other party feeding rice balls to his grandson, then glanced around before entering the market.
"Wang Talisman..."
A middle-aged monk came up to him and asked with a smile: "Are you coming to the stall again today?"
Wang Chen nodded: "It seems like you're late."
There is a fixed number of stalls in the market, usually first come first served - of course you have to pay the venue rental fee.
In the past, as long as it was not a market day, there would always be space available at this time.
But there were too many stalls set up today.
When Wang Chen came over just now, he noticed that many street stalls outside sold mostly all kinds of junk goods. The stall owners probably took out the bottom of the box and sold things for their own use.
Not too cold at all!
"It's not too late for you to come."
The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "I kept a few. If you want one, I will give it to you."
"Thanks."
Wang Chen handed over a spiritual stone and two talismans.
The other party is one of the stewards stationed in Fang City by the City Lord's Mansion. He is at the sixth level of Qi training and can speak well in all directions.
Wang Chen had dealt with the other party several times, so he was considered acquaintance.
The manager said he was giving away a booth, but how could he take it seriously, so he paid the rent and gave him some extra benefits.
Otherwise, why should people take care of me?
The middle-aged monk was indeed very happy and immediately arranged a stall with a very good location for Wang Chen.
Because of his good skills in refining talismans, Wang Chen is now well-known in Dongwuzhai. The talismans he sells are very popular and can be used as hard currency.
After receiving the benefits from Wang Chen, the middle-aged monk was naturally particularly enthusiastic.
However, what Wang Chen didn't expect was that although he got a good stall, the business of Fu Lu was much worse than before. Even after being on display for a long time, not even a tenth of it was sold.
Some casual cultivators came over to look at it for a long time and then haggle to death.
Wang Chen didn't bother to argue with the other party, so he just put out a "no counteroffer" sign.
As a result, business got even worse.
Finally, the middle-aged monk came over and whispered to him: "Everyone has been hoarding food recently. The price of food has risen too fast. Those who have some spiritual stones are reluctant to spend it elsewhere."
Wang Chen suddenly realized.
I heard the other party lowered his voice again: "Master Wang Fu, please pay more attention recently. Recently, the mansion may recruit a group of monks to build a villa for Hu Meiniang to cultivate immortality."
Um?
Wang Chen was slightly startled.
He knew that Hu Meiniang was the concubine of Xina, the master of Dongwuzhai, Master Xinhan. It was said that she was from the Hehuan sect.
But what does recruiting monks to build other monasteries have to do with him?
Unless you have an ulterior motive!
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