Wang Chen, who had just returned to Dongwuzhai, couldn't believe his eyes.
This rogue cultivator city is located in a remote location and occupies a very small spiritual line. It is something that the major sects simply look down upon.
There are tens of thousands of permanent residents inside and outside the walled city, and the number of monks exceeds 30%.
Among the many foreign cities, Dongwuzhai is far from the largest, but it is not very small either.
The most unusual thing about Dongwuzhai is that its controller is a Master of Zifu!
Of course it's not the only one.
When Wang Chen chose Dongwuzhai as the place for cultivation, he did so carefully.
I feel like this place is still very suitable for me.
But he never expected that Dongwuzhai would undergo great changes after he had only been away for more than half a month.
Countless stone and wooden houses were built outside the walled city. Since there was no planning, they looked messy. There was only a road in the middle for entering and exiting the city gate.
Loose cultivators, warriors and mortals appeared from nowhere and became the new residents of Dongwu Village.
There are a large number of refugees among them.
As Wang Chen walked along, he heard all kinds of noises, cries, and pleas.
This fortress of scattered cultivators has turned into a refugee camp!
"Master Immortal, please do me a favor and give it to the person who stutters."
Thin hands stretched out to him, and a pair of eyes were full of expectation and pleading.
Pray for a little mercy and food.
Most of the beggars are mortals, and a few are in the stage of transformation. Most of them are old and frail, dragging one or a few ragged children.
All of these children were sallow and thin, some were skinny and bones, and some were dying of hunger.
However, the monks passing by looked expressionless and turned a blind eye. Anyone who dared to block the way would be kicked out hard.
Wang Chen stopped in front of a mother and daughter.
This mother and daughter were also mortals, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter months, huddled next to the stone house and shivering.
Seeing Wang Chen, the pale woman tried her best to put on a flattering smile: "Immortal, Immortal Master..."
She held the sleeping little girl tightly in her arms.
Wang Chen sighed secretly.
He took out an animal skin jacket from his storage bag and put it on the other two.
Although Wang Chen is no longer afraid of the cold and heat.
But out of the need to change his appearance, he stored various clothes in his storage bag.
The woman was frightened: "Thank you, thank you, Master Immortal!"
The refugees around her immediately cast envious and jealous looks at her, including many with covetous eyes!
Wang Chen glanced at them, and these refugees immediately retracted their heads. They were all so frightened that they didn't even dare to take a breath.
"You, you, and you!"
Wang Chen clicked with his fingers and pointed out a few men who looked relatively strong: "Go and collect firewood for me. The more the better, I will have my own reward!"
"As you command!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the few refugees who were named jumped out immediately.
He happily ran to collect firewood.
The mountains surrounding Dongwuzhai are continuous and the forest coverage rate is extremely high. The most important thing is trees.
As long as you are willing to put in the effort to cut down, you can have as much firewood as you want.
Some refugees who were not singled out, but were quite clever, also ran to cut wood and chop firewood.
When they think about it, there is nothing wrong with helping the Immortal Master!
Wang Chen ignored them and ordered other refugees to find stones for his own use.
None of these refugees dared to refuse, and Wang Chen promised a reward, so they all used their best efforts to collect the materials he needed nearby.
Stones are the most common and least valuable things, and they are everywhere, so hills were soon piled up in front of Wang Chen.
Wang Chen began to cast spells.
He first softened all these large and small stones into mud.
Then he kneaded out three-legged cauldrons.
After the three-legged tripod was formed, Wang Chen then applied solidified mud to form stones to solidify them into a hard stone tripod.
Although Wang Chen's craftsmanship was mediocre, all the tripods he made were ugly.
But it had no impact on his next actions.
When the nine cauldrons were completed, the refugees who had gone to collect firewood also returned.
Moreover, this logging team has increased to over a hundred people, many of whom are skilled warriors.
Wang Chen asked them to pile the cut wood under the tripod without asking why.
As time went by, more and more people gathered around.
Most of the onlookers were refugees and beggars, and there were also a few monks watching the fun.
Everyone is very curious - what does Wang Chen want to do?
In full view of everyone, Wang Chen asked the refugees to get water from a nearby stream and pour it into nine three-legged cauldrons.
When the nine tripods were filled with about 70% of the stream water, he took out the white corn from the storage bag and poured it into these huge stone tripods.
At this point, everyone has understood.
Wang Chen wants to cook porridge!
And it’s still rice!!
Some of the casual cultivators who were watching looked at him strangely.
The hard currency in Dongwuzhai now is not spiritual stones.
But Lingmi.
The price of Lingmi and even Gongmi has already skyrocketed.
Ten pounds of white corn can be exchanged for a beautiful yellow-flowered girl in the "human market"!
Wang Chen actually took out so much spiritual rice to make porridge. It was clear that he was giving porridge for relief. Many refugees suddenly became red-eyed and gathered around the three-legged tripod.
They were worried that if they couldn't grab a spot, they wouldn't be able to get a share of the rice porridge.
This is spiritual rice porridge!
"Stop!"
Seeing that the scene was about to be disrupted, a thunderous voice suddenly remembered in everyone's ears.
These refugees felt as if they had been struck by lightning and froze in place, not daring to move.
laugh!
A golden energy passed in front of them, leaving a deep mark on the ground.
"If you cross this line, you will be killed without mercy!"
The refugees who woke up were all horrified and hurriedly backed away.
I am afraid that I will become the target of Wang Chen to kill chickens and scare monkeys!
After maintaining order, Wang Chen flicked out balls of hot flames with his fingers.
The firewood under the tripod was lit.
As the temperature rises, the water in the stone tripod begins to boil, and the shiny white rice grains roll up and down.
Wang Chen ordered several obedient refugees to continuously add firewood to the bottom of the cauldron and water to the cauldron.
Nine large cauldrons were cooked together, and the aroma of the spiritual rice porridge spread quickly, attracting countless people to swallow their saliva.
But under Wang Chen's suppression, no one dared to act rashly.
Wait until the rice and water in the cauldron turn into porridge.
Then the firewood was removed.
Wang Chen named several warriors among mortals and asked them to be responsible for scooping and dividing the porridge.
In fact, what you just cooked can only be regarded as gruel. After stirring thoroughly, scoop it into a bowl. There are very few rice grains in it.
But such thin spiritual rice porridge can be digested and absorbed by mortals.
It has the effect of satisfying hunger and strengthening the body!
The poor mother and daughter were the first to get the porridge.
After drinking a bowl of porridge, their color returned to normal.
Other refugees held porcelain bowls and pots in their hands and queued up to receive porridge in an orderly manner.
Many people’s faces are filled with smiles of joy and satisfaction!