Zhang Wu and the other two left the towering Ten Wilderness Mountains and walked towards the nearby Jinyang City.
I lived in the mountains for many days, and the mosquitoes bite it. The environment is primitive and it is inevitable that I will be covered in dirt. I have to find a place to take a break.
The road was rarely visited, and the scorching sun seemed to be about to melt the earth. Occasionally, you could see victims exposed to the wilderness and wanted to escape to the mountains to find food, but they starved to death on the way.
After passing several villages, they all became dead villages without anyone.
It was not until I walked onto the official road that I saw the crowd.
Every victim who fled to famine had a look like a dirt, walked forward with a numb expression, and many of them were sick and had little time to go.
Occasionally, you can meet a convoy of powerful families, with hundreds of strong men protecting the grain trucks. Anyone who dares to take a look at them will immediately draw a knife to intimidate them.
The three of them walked forward ten miles, and the road gradually became difficult to move forward. The victims of fleeing famine became more and more densely populated, forming a huge team, which was the opposite of the Jinyang City they went to.
The more they walked behind, the more unbearable the dissatisfied the tree roots, the animal skins, insects and flies, they ate everything, their bodies shaking, and many people disappeared after falling down.
"Where are these people going?"
Zhang Wu stood by the roadside, his clothes had not been washed for many days and were covered with dust, but compared with these hungry people, they were clearly distinguished.
Ma Liu frowned and said:
"Looking at the direction of these victims, they should go south. There are many water in the south and there are several big rivers, so they will not die of thirst."
"For such a drought method, I'm afraid that the Luo River will not be deep enough, and those big rivers will also be dried up."
The old monk said with a serious expression:
"Jinyang City is dozens of miles away, and it must have become an empty city. Once these refugees pass by, nothing will be left."
Ma Liu nodded slowly and replied:
"This severe drought has affected more than 30 counties, and hunger has been slaughtered. Eat is normal. Even in the most prosperous era of the Dakun Dynasty, we may not be able to overcome this level. Now, we have not given Xiao internal and external troubles.
The royal family caused chaos and hid far away. The court probably could not withstand this disaster. It would be a matter of time before the collapse."
Zhang Wu frowned and said:
"Looking at this team, there should be nearly 70,000 to 80,000 people."
In his eyes, all these victims were black and plagued by death.
If it doesn't rain anymore, these 70,000 to 80,000 people will become bones and corpses on the roadside before they arrive in the south.
In the face of natural disasters, human beings are too small.
"Um?"
Suddenly Zhang Wu found someone staring at him and turned his head to look.
I saw a little girl with torn clothes hiding behind a tree, her face was covered with stains, barefoot, and she didn't even have shoes, and her soles were bleeding from the soles of her feet, and she was digging with the soil, looking at her bag pitifully
Swallowing.
Zhang Wu was stunned.
There are many red dates and wild fruits in the bag, which are picked from the medicinal field before heading to the road, making it easier to eat when you are thirsty.
The little girl had a very good nose and smelled fresh fruits.
Although these victims were pitiful, Zhang Wu did not have the heart of the Virgin Mary. Once he took out the food, countless people would pounce on him and snatch him.
He was about to withdraw his gaze, but his eyes froze.
Behind the little girl, there were a few hungry people who were as thin as wooden sticks, were also swallowing their saliva, and their eyes were green.
But they didn't see Zhang Wu, but this little girl of three or four years old.
When in Yongchang City, being healthy in all limbs was a sin.
In this year of great disaster, children's skin and tender flesh have become a sin.
There are many injustices in the world. Weakness is the original sin. It is like "poverty and sickness". Zhang Wu does not want to meddle in other people's business and forces himself to withdraw his attention.
"Let's go, bypass these victims and find another city to rest."
"good."
The old monk Ma Liuhe nodded and prepared to set off.
But suddenly, someone gently pulled Zhang Wu's trousers, and a pitiful and tender voice came:
"Uncle, please, can you give me a fruit?"
Zhang Wu looked down when he heard the sound, and met the little girl's begging, his timid eyes couldn't help but flipped into a ball.
"Uncle, I can exchange things for you."
The little girl took out a piece of silver from her ragged pocket, held it high and handed it over with both hands.
She is still young and doesn't know what the money is, but she knows that it's valuable.
Many victims on the road heard the sound and stopped and looked at this side quietly.
Zhang Wu frowned even more, and the old monk asked:
"Little girl, where are your parents?"
"My mother..."
The little girl pursed her white lips and muttered stubbornly, holding back her tears:
"My mother is gone... In order to protect me, my father was killed by... by a bad person."
"You ran out alone?"
The old monk was frowning and compassionate. He borrowed two fruits from Zhang Wu, squatted down and gave them to the little girl and said:
"You eat here, or someone else will rob it."
The little girl thanked her with great gratitude, but she didn't eat her own. She turned around and ran away in the distance while the old monk was stunned.
Under the bare tree, an old man fell to the ground, skinny and bone-thin, and his skin was as vicissitudes as bark, and he was already dead.
"Grandpa Wan, eat quickly."
The little girl stuffed two fruits into the old man's mouth, but she didn't chew or speak. She quickly panicked and shook the old man's body, her eyes filled with tears and shouted:
"Grandpa Wan, wake up quickly..."
“We have something to eat.”
"Grandpa Wan, don't leave me..."
The sad cry echoed on the roadside, and the little girl wiped her tears aggrievedly and shook the old man's body desperately.
This time, Zhang Wu was finally moved.
But the victims on the roadside just watched quietly, indifferent, so numb that they seemed to have no human feelings.
Along the way, there were too many such scenes, which made people feel like a stone. The only reason that drove them to rush was the instinct of survival.
"well."
Ma Liu sighed.
The old monk also lowered his head and chanted Amitabha.
When I looked up again, many victims were surrounded by disasters from all directions. Most of them stared at Zhang Wu's baggage, and a few were staring at the little girl. What kind of etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame have been left behind. They just want to eat enough, just want to
Alive.
"presumptuous!"
The old monk King Kong shouted coldly, like thunder exploding in a sunny day. He stomped his feet, and a large crack in the spider web cracked and spread four or five feet away, sand and dust flew everywhere, and gravel was everywhere.
When people looked at it again, he had already picked up the little girl.
"Walk."
The old monk shouted softly, and the three of them all used their skills to disappear on the side of the road.
These victims are no different from zombies and are eyeing them. As long as they can eat a bite of food, it is worth it to die.
...
After running for dozens of miles away from the crowd, Zhang Wu and the others stopped on the shade of a mountain.
The old monk took out the fruit from the bag and told the little girl to eat it slowly and not to choke.
Seeing the child crying sadly, calling him grandpa, and eating voraciously, Zhang Wu was a little depressed.
Uncle Six was also in a depressed mood and sighed.
If it is a man-made disaster, I can still curse you with depression. If you will be punished by yourself one day, you must make it look good.
But God is angry, you are really angry and have no place to spread.
The old monk said with a bitter expression:
"A great disaster and great disaster, human life is like grass. In comparison, man-made disasters are nothing."
Ma Liu nodded and responded, looked up at the groggy sun, and sighed:
"If we have the power of a god in this ghost weather, we can call the wind and rain."
Zhang Wu was stunned, and he was so lucky that he pointed to the two mountains in the distance and said:
"Senior brother, look, there should be a canyon between the two mountains, right?"
The old monk nodded.
"The official road passes between the two mountains. It is already a deep mountain forest. There are many trees on the roadside, which should be enough for these victims to chew for a while."
Zhang Wu asked with his eyes flashing:
"Senior brother, why don't we play a big game and try calling the wind and rain?"
"oh?"
Shi Bodhi's eyes lit up.
"I have studied your Dayu step. When you practice it to the extreme, step on the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, you can affect the general trend of heaven and earth. If you use yourself as the eye of Feng Shui array to cause the sensing of the mountains, you will have a chance to call the wind and rain."
"Why don't we give it a try?"
"good!"
The old monk's voice was loud and his momentum was high.
"But at this time the sun is shining brightly, and manpower cannot go against the will of heaven. You have to wait until it gets dark and the clouds rise before the clouds can spread the rain."
...
It was night, the bright moon was hanging high, and it was still hot.
On the official road in the canyon, the victims who had eaten the bark and leaves lay all over the ground, unable to tell whether it was a corpse or a living person.
Even if the relatives die, the family will be sad and cannot cry.
The exposure to the sun for many days had already drained the moisture in their bodies, their lips were chapped, and their faces were pale like zombies.
Gradually, it became late at night, with some moisture in the mountains, and clouds floated in the night sky, hiding the round moon.
On the thousand-foot mountain mountains on the left and right sides of the canyon, there are lonely peaks and clouds and mists. Zhang Wu and Shi Bodi each stood on a mountain. The strong wind made the two of them rush in their clothes, as if they were about to ride the wind and break through the sky.
When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the two of them practiced boxing at the same time on the top of the mountain. The sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring continuously, and the qi force was like thunder, pushing the clouds and mist to float towards the center of the canyon.
When the clouds gather, Zhang Wugao's body swooped down from the top of the mountain and used the Dayu Step, like a god of heaven who stepped on the gang and fought. The huge momentum caused a "rumbling" sound in the mountains, like a thunder array in the sky.
Array.
Mountains and rivers affect the climate, just like the Qinling Mountains divide the north and south.
People can influence mountains and rivers. As long as they have enough strength, they can affect the atmosphere of the wind and clouds.
Zhang Wu ran in the canyon, like a fierce giant god roaring, which attracted the mountains and responded one after another.
His roar soared up into the sky, colliding violently with the rumbling sound echoing among the mountains, causing the clouds in the air to rush. Soon, the wind and clouds surged, and lightning and thunder were roaring.
"Boom--"
The heavy rain poured down, and the rain curtains were like curtains, covering the canyon.
Countless refugees stood up in disbelief, looked up at the sky blankly, caught the rain in front of them with both hands, drank enough, and started to revel in the rain like crazy.
Many numb eyes have shining.
Many desperate victims opened their mouths and drank to the sky while crying.
More people knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard.
"We're alive."
"The sky has eyes."
Zhang Wu climbed up the side of the mountain again, panting heavily.
Looking at the heavy rain below, I couldn't help laughing happily, and my heart was filled with passion.
After practicing for so many years, his grandfather finally had some magical methods.
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