In the early morning three days later, Lin Daoren, who helped the villagers hold the sacrifice, set out with his disciples Awen, Along and Ahai.
The four masters and apprentices who walked out of the town walked along the official road. Milo, who followed them, saw a lot of abandoned fields along the way. There were also some broken bones scattered on the roadside. Judging from their aura, they should be all human beings.
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When Taoist Lin saw it, he sighed deeply, went forward to pack it up, buried it on the spot, and chanted sutras and prayed.
Occasionally, Taoist Lin would make mistakes or omissions, and Milo would remind him of them.
After a long time, his disciple Awen felt a little bored. He picked up a broken bone with teeth marks and was about to throw it away, but Lin Daoren reached out and slapped him on the wrist, and took the bone to accuse him.
Twice, put it together with other skeletons and bury it on the spot.
Awen couldn't help but muttered: "What! Those bones are obviously leftovers from human eating. They are buried with those corpses, so I'm not afraid of them blaming them."
Ah Hai, who was helping on the side, heard this and wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to describe it.
On the other hand, Aaron said bluntly to Awen: "Brother Wen, the master is not wrong. You might as well recall what the Zhao family's mother-in-law said a few days ago and think about why the master did this."
"What the Zhao family's mother-in-law said..."
After hearing what his junior brother said, Awen really recalled it carefully.
Suddenly, he thought of something strange and screamed, pointing at the bones and saying, "Are those bones human bones?"
"Yes!" Aaron nodded, and Awen hurried to the small grave, lit incense and offered sacrifices, and muttered something.
Although he looked frightened, Milo could feel that this Awen was sincerely praying for the deceased.
Taoist Lin, who saw everything in his eyes, nodded secretly and continued on the road with his disciples.
After walking for about a day, the four of them finally arrived in Lucheng.
This place is the core area of the Jiangnan generation and the Maoshan lineage guardian area.
Compared with the tranquility of the town and the desolation of the outside world, Lucheng still retains some scenes of prosperity.
As soon as he walked into it, Awen was attracted by the prosperous scene on both sides of the street.
Waiters stood at the entrances of various shops, shouting loudly, and many men wearing silk and satin clothes came in and out with pretty women.
But behind the bustling scene, in the cracks between some shops, Milo could feel a bit of death.
He took a casual look and saw many ragged and skinny people lying in dark corners, breathing carefully, trying to slow down their breathing as much as possible to reduce physical exertion.
And those who fall asleep, or sleep forever, will quickly attract the attention of those around them.
Some of them were swallowing secretly, while others were holding back their grief and longing and closed their eyes.
Milo's eyes became a little deep, and Taoist Lin beside him also noticed this. He opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
As soon as he paused, a stooped old woman walked towards the street to avoid him.
A young man with a female family member in front saw the old woman trying to get closer, and suddenly showed a look of disgust.
The attendants on the side immediately started to push him down.
The invisible figure of Milo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the follower fell to the ground as if he was electrocuted.
When the old woman saw this, she trembled all over, immediately knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "It's not me...it's not me. Please...have mercy...spare my life..."
The intermittent words made Taoist Lin next to him hurriedly squat down and try to help her up. When he saw it, he realized that this old woman was actually an acquaintance.
"Are you Aunt Huang?"
Hearing Mr. Lin's words, the old woman raised her head. When she saw it was Mr. Lin, her cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and her voice became much clearer: "Taoist Lin, it's you! I can ask you something.
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"I beg you to ask, when will the supplies for our Huangjia Village be distributed this month? A few days ago, that boy Huang Ming went to look for Taoist Master Shi and never came back. Then his house was smashed. I just want to know.
Will the supplies still be distributed? At first, the general asked the young men in our village to tell him that he would resettle us and let us come to Lucheng, saying that we would not have to suffer here."
"But now, all the young people in our Huangjia Village are almost dead. Why is my grandson about to starve to death? It's okay for you to let me suffer, but why should my grandson suffer too?"
After the old woman finished speaking, she put her hand into her arms and took out a wooden hairpin and a worn-out amulet.
Only then did she remember that two days ago, in order to support her grandson, she had pawned her last silver hairpin in exchange for half a bag of rice. With only such a worthless wooden hairpin left in her arms, she felt
The man was wrapped in despair. He looked at Lin Daoren and said sadly: "Please show mercy and help me ask. I will be a cow or a horse in my next life..."
The originally clear eyes were covered with layers of gray.
Milo sighed, took a step forward, squatted down, and picked up the amulet.
A faint khaki aura emerged, turning into divine power to nourish the old woman's decaying body.
For a moment, people on both sides of the street, whether they were stopping to watch or those who were so miserable that they wanted to hide their faces and leave, all had their eyes widened.
The young man who was about to leave also had his eyes widened, and he was about to say something.
A bolt of lightning appeared in the distance, and the next second, a middle-aged Taoist with half black and half white hair drove the lightning down.
When the young man saw this, he couldn't help shouting: "Dad?"
The Taoist didn't pay any attention to the young man's shouting. He had been staring at Milo since he appeared, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.
He looked at Taoist Lin beside him and asked: "Junior brother, have you found a way to re-cultivate the Taoism on Mount Maoshan?"
As he said that, he looked at Milo again, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to do something.
Milo didn't care about this. He reached out to the old woman, and as soon as the clear light enveloped her, she flew in a certain direction.
The dull Taoist Shi and the helpless Taoist Lin were left behind.
Milo, who left with the old woman, rushed into a house after twists and turns.
Looking at a group of men and women in blue clothes who were setting up pots and lighting a fire inside, Milo closed his eyes slightly.
He raised his hand and pressed down, and the earth-yellow light stunned them all.
He took a thin baby out of the pot, felt his increasingly weak breath, took out a small piece of Baihua cake from his arms, mixed it with a few elixirs, cast a spell to dissolve it, and then diluted it with a large amount of water to turn it into nutrients.
Liquid, carefully feed it to the child.
The child instinctively tried to ingest it, but he was too young and too weak to even swallow.
It took Milo half an hour to feed the child a fist-sized amount of nutrient solution.
And the child, after taking in the nutrient solution, stopped swallowing. Instead, he looked at Milo and waved his arms slightly, as if to let him eat too.
Milo took a deep breath, put it down, turned to look at the approaching Shi Taoist, and asked, "What do you think of this scene?"
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This chapter was revised before it was published. It was originally planned to let the old woman and the grandson of the Huang family die to stimulate Milo, but in the end, he still couldn't bring himself to do it. Yiqi always felt that Milo would have to die in order to further understand compassion.