"Xiao Li, go scoop out all the rice from the warehouse, boil it all into gruel, and take it out on the road to help the people. You can save as much as you can. If this severe drought continues, everyone will die."
Deng Daguan looked at the scorching sun in the sky, stretched out his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his face, and couldn't help but sigh.
"There has been a severe drought in the world for a long time, and the people are in dire straits. Oh my God, what are you doing for that? Is it really like what is being said now? It's because the Emperor of the People wrote a few wrong words when he was offering sacrifices to you. You want to kill all the people in the world.
Will civilian lives be used as compensation?"
Deng Daguan is not very old, only about thirty years old. He is wearing a gray-brown round-neck robe, standing in the courtyard, frowning.
"Master, most of the rice in the warehouse has been scooped out to give to the people. There is only a little left for the family to eat. If we give it to them, there will be no rice for cooking at home." Xiao Li is from the Deng family.
A three-generation old servant, his brows have deep grooves, carved with the traces of time.
He persuaded Mr. Deng: "My Lord is kind-hearted. No one knows about the people in Qilin Town. Just this kind of relief is not the answer. Now many wealthy businessmen take the opportunity to hoard food and raise prices. What if we run out of food?"
Even though we have given aid to the people, our Deng family’s wealth will not be able to sustain it for much longer.”
"I don't care about so much anymore. How long can I last? You let me watch ordinary people die in large tracts. I can't stand it. Unless one day I kick my legs and die. I can't see what happened."
Jing, it’s up to you to go, now you have to listen to me, go ahead, if you can save someone, you’ll be the one.”
Officer Deng looked at the ragged people outside, including men, women, old and young, supporting each other and staggering. These people's thirsty lips were all a little chapped.
"How pitiful God, what mistakes did the people make? God, why did you do this?"
Mr. Deng went out to the gods worshiped by the Deng family, knelt down on the futon, his eyes blurred with tears, and wisps of incense swirled up and flew into the sky.
The sky and the earth were not working, and the official Deng begged the gods to bless him and save him. The gods were speechless, and he could only feel the smoke from the cigarette.
"Since worshiping you has no effect, what is the use of worshiping you?"
Mr. Deng put on his clothes and stood up from the ground, with a cold expression on his face: "Come here, please smash this clay sculpture of a divine fetus for me. As a god, you can't protect anyone, so what's the use of keeping it?"
"Master, this is the patron saint of our Qilin Town. If you smash it, there will be retribution."
Mr. Deng sneered outside: "Retribution, retribution is nothing. If there really is karma, why do the people in this world suffer so much hardship and slaughter? I think these gods are just in name. Just smash them and watch."
nausea."
Walking out of the ancestral hall, he looked to the southeast of Qilin Town: "It is said that not far to the southeast of our Qilin Town, there is a 800-mile Liangshan River. There is a group of Liangshan heroes gathered in the Liangshan River. These heroes kill the rich and help the poor.
Ju Tianxing Dao, when I have dissipated all my wealth, I will take my family and children with me and go to Liangshan."
"Hey, how can you blame me for this? This is because your Human Emperor has offended the Emperor of Heaven. The Emperor of Heaven has ordered that the Song Dynasty should suffer a drought for three years as a punishment. I am just a small god. How can I violate the will of the Emperor of Heaven?"
The deity worshiped by the Deng family was a third official, Lingbo. At this moment, he saw his incense suddenly cut off and listened to the harsh words of the Deng family members. He was also very depressed.
"Well, I heard that the gods in many places have changed their ways and defected to the hands of a god. If that doesn't work, I will go to this god."
Sanguan Lingbo stood on his own incense and said to himself: "These days, the incense is getting less and less, and it is not enough to maintain daily use. If this continues, sooner or later, it will fall from the status of a god and turn into a ghost.
"
Once a god makes a mistake, arouses public anger, and cuts off his incense, he will fall from his throne and become a ghost.
"Sanguan Lingbo, do you really want to join the Immortal?"
A god appeared from the void and appeared in front of Sanguan Lingbo.
"It's you, Qilin Land, why do you have time to come to my place?"
Sanguan Lingbo looked at the old man who appeared in front of him. This old man was hunched over and leaning on a cane. His beard and hair were all white, moving with the wind.
"Hey, what kind of skill do you have in practicing? I see that your imagination is not much, but your strength has not declined much. How did you do it?"
Sanguan Lingbo looked at Qilin Land doubtfully, with a bit of expectation in his doubts: "Doesn't this mean that even if the incense is cut off in the future, as long as he masters such a method, he can still live forever and be one with the world.
Jie.”
Regarding his own life and death, Sanguan Lingbo was very excited and stared straight at Qilin Land.
"Haha, this is what the Great Immortal passed down. You can use the divine power of incense and fire to be your own vitality, communicate with heaven and earth, understand Yin and Yang, and practice the supreme immortal way." Qilin Tutu said with a smile: "Anyone who is willing to serve the Great Immortal and work for the Great Immortal can do it.
I was taught by the Great Immortal, but the place of the teaching was in a treasure called the Twelve-fold Jade Tower. Each level of the Jade Tower has a All-Seeing Heavenly Gate. Every time you enter a level of the Jade Tower, you must leave a mark on the All-Seeing Heavenly Gate.
A trace of my own soul, just in case one day my body dies and my spirit disappears, the immortal can also use his great supernatural power to resurrect us."
"Is there really such a thing?"
Sanguan Lingbo was a little moved: "It's just that we have served the Emperor of Heaven for hundreds of years, how can we bear to turn to you? Aren't we becoming unfaithful, unfilial, unkind and unjust people, and we will be looked down upon?"
"This is your fault!"
Qilin Tutu said: "Since ancient times, good birds have chosen trees to live in, and good ministers have chosen their masters to work. The emperor of heaven is unkind and the people despise him. But our great immortal, with his vast magical power and ability to save all living beings, is the savior of the world."
"who is he?"
Sanguan Lingbo asked doubtfully: "Old Tu Tu, are you now a disciple of the Great Immortal?"
Qilin Tutu nodded: "Of course!"
Sanguan Lingbo changed his expression a little: "What will happen if I don't agree to serve the Great Immortal?"
Qilin Tutu smiled and said: "It's nothing. It's just that the secret of the Great Immortal must not be spread to outsiders. At least at this time, it cannot be spread to outsiders. Only the dead can keep secrets very well."
"You want to kill me?" Sanguan Lingbo asked.
"It's not that I want to kill you, but that you want to die!" Qilin Land shook his crutches, and three gods from Qilin Town appeared nearby. These gods had obviously also believed in the great immortal.
"Okay, I agree to believe in the Immortal!" Sanguan Lingbo didn't want to die, he wanted to live forever.
"Okay, I'll take you into the Twelve-Layered Jade Tower!" Qilin Earth's Soul came out of his body, and with the Soul of Sanguan Lingbo, he cut through the space and entered a Jade Tower.
Wow!
At this moment, Officer Deng's eyes widened. He was very surprised to see countless rice falling from the sky, filling his yard with mountains of grain and sea of grain. To be continued.)(,