"I saw a lot of people freezing to death along the way!"
"No, there have been floods and severe droughts in the past two years. Food has not grown in the fields. There is not much harvest at all. People can't eat. Many people have come out to beg.
In such a cold weather, many people will freeze to death!" Hou Zhu said with emotion.
"Didn't the imperial court provide disaster relief?"
"Disaster relief? Some relief food has been allocated, but it's all bran and the like. Without food, it's just what animals eat! It's not even much!"
When this matter was mentioned, Lao Hou was a little angry, but more helpless.
"There must be a few big households in our county. Hey, I remember Huang Shen had several villages. There must be a lot of food there, right?"
Wang Zhe suddenly remembered this guy. He had forgotten about him some time ago.
"Of course he has a lot of food, but in his village, this can't be robbed openly, right?"
"It's his in his village, but it's not his anymore when he comes out." Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"Azhe, what are you going to do? You can't act recklessly!" Lao Hou was stunned after hearing this.
Wang Zhe smiled.
Without much effort, Sun Xiulian prepared a table of meals.
The two of them ate and chatted.
"I see my sister-in-law doesn't look very good?"
When he entered, Wang Zhe saw that Sun Xiulian's aura was weaker than that of ordinary people, her hair was dry, and her face was a little pale. This was a sign of deficiency and lack of vitality.
"Well, my health has not been very good since Xiaoyu was born. I also tried to teach her the "Arhat Gong", but she still couldn't get in."
"This technique is not suitable for women to practice." Wang Zhe said hurriedly after hearing this.
"Why?" Lao Hou asked hurriedly after hearing this. He thought that these exercises could be practiced by both men and women.
"This practice is a Buddhist practice that is extremely strong and yang. Women have feminine bodies and are not suitable for practicing this practice.
Of course, it's not impossible to practice. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, you can naturally practice it at that time." Wang Zhe explained.
"No wonder, fortunately, shameless, you really know a lot." Lao Hou said after hearing this.
"I have a set of breathing formulas here that I can give to my sister-in-law. It is a Taoist method that is neutral and peaceful. It can be practiced by men, women, old and young. Regular practice can prolong life.
In addition, I have some elixirs here, which can strengthen your body and strengthen your health." Wang Zhe took out a bottle of elixirs and handed them to Lao Hou.
"Okay, it seems that you have gained a lot in the past few years. It is much better than staying here in Guobei County." Lao Hou said happily after hearing this.
After three rounds of drinking,
Lao Hou took Wang Zhe to the courtyard and insisted on teaching him the "Arhat Kung", "Floating Light" and "Flowing Light Sword". He also performed them one by one in front of him and taught him the formulas.
Wang Zhe just responded with a smile and listened.
"You won't leave when you come back this time, right?"
"Come back and have a look. We'll leave in a few days." Wang Zhe said matter-of-factly.
"Still leaving?"
"Well, it's so big outside, I should go out and take a look."
"Then when are you going to get married?" Lao Hou still couldn't forget this matter.
"No rush, no rush." Wang Zhe said with a smile.
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
Lao Hou took Wang Zhe and talked a lot.
When Wang Zhe left Lao Hou's home, the sky darkened, and there were still spiritual snowflakes floating in the sky.
On this cold winter night, the entire Guobei County was quiet, with no pedestrians on the road and few houses with lights on.
Wang Zhe did not rush home, but walked around the city.
"We have eaten all the rice and have no money. How can we live like this?"
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep."
Many people are worried about having a full stomach. After today, they are worried about how to live tomorrow.
At the base of the city wall, he saw two frozen men.
As he walked, he came to the Chenghuang Temple and walked in to take a look. The courtyard wall was still there, but it was full of homeless people begging and it was in a mess.
Later, Wang Zheyou arrived outside the courtyard of Huang Shen's house.
"Where is Mr. Huang now?"
He counted with his fingers, and as he broke through to the Immortal Realm, his fortune-telling ability also improved a lot.
The mind has something to think about, and the hexagrams show it.
"Lin'an Mansion? It's far enough away."
When he arrived at the mansion, there were several servants in the mansion.
One of the rooms was still lit, and the smell of meat wafted out from inside.
In the room, there was a stove with a pot on it, and meat was squatting in the pot, and it was steaming.
The two of them were eating meat and drinking wine around the iron pot.
"It's quite cold today. I heard that seven or eight people froze to death outside today."
"Hey, it doesn't matter what time we are, we just take care of the master's property and come to eat meat and drink wine!"
"Someone came to the house to steal rice a few days ago?"
"How much can one or two people steal? It's not like you don't know how much rice is in the rice warehouse in the master's village!
Besides, although the master is gone, isn’t Master Hu still here? Sooner or later, we will be able to catch those blind guys?”
The door opened with a creak, and a cold wind rushed in, mixed with snowflakes.
"Well, what's going on?"
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then their bodies flew out involuntarily.
"There's a monster!" A scream broke through the silent night.
Guo Beicheng, in a large courtyard.
A man was lying on the bed with his brow furrowed and sweat on his face.
In the gloomy hall, there is a large pot, with flames burning underneath and scalding hot oil inside.
There were ghosts on both sides, led by a man with a bull's head and a horse's face, with a ferocious face. There was a person standing in the middle, whose appearance could not be clearly seen.
"Hu Qian, you have done a lot of bad things in your life!" one of them said coldly.
"Meet the King of Hell, little man!" Hu Qian suddenly knelt down.
"read!"
"Hu Qian set up a gambling den in 15 years, which resulted in the destruction of 72 families and the death of 34 people. The crime was so serious that it affected three generations of his descendants!"
"Have I harmed so many people?" Hu Qian was confused at that time.
“Fried!”
"As you command!"
The two ghosts picked up Hu Qian and walked towards the oil pan.
"Spare your life, spare your life!" Hu Qian shouted loudly and struggled hard, but he couldn't exert even half of his strength, and all his martial arts skills seemed to have disappeared.
The two ghosts dragged him to the swimming pot. Seeing the boiling hot oil and the heat rising up, he was so frightened that his face changed.
The two ghosts threw him into the oil pan at once.
Zi La, a sound like fried meat.
ah!
The pain was so severe that he couldn't help but scream.
After a while, he was stabbed with a fork by two ghosts.
The originally eight-foot tall man had been reduced to less than seven feet by the explosion, his appearance was beyond recognition, and his body was twisted.
"Spare your life, spare your life, Lord of Hell, spare your life!"
"You have done many evil things and you will not be spared!"
"Those bad things were all done by me. It has nothing to do with my descendants or them!"
"The evil you have done cannot be finished by one person, and you will have to pay it back to your descendants!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Go on and explode!"
"As you command!"
ah!
Hu Qian suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.
"Hoo, ho, it turns out it was just a dream!"
"Master, what's wrong with you?" The concubine at the side quickly asked with concern.
"It's okay, just go to sleep."
Well, Hu Qian suddenly felt burning pain all over his body. When he got out of bed and looked at the lamp, his whole body was red, as if he had been burned.
"This, this..." He thought of the dream just now.
It was still late at night, but he couldn't sleep anymore. His whole body hurt like fire. This was secondary, mainly because he was scared. The dream was too real, especially the scene of getting into the frying pan, which was vivid in his mind.
He kept his eyes open until dawn, and his mind was filled with the dream just now.
After getting out of bed at dawn, he was still listless.
"Sir, the two young masters are sleepy and cannot wake up no matter how they scream." A servant hurried over.
"What?" Hu Qian hurriedly ran out after hearing this.
The two sons were lying on the bed, and they looked like normal people, but no matter how much they were called, they would not wake up, and even shaking them did not work.
The two ladies were crying and crying.
Soon, doctors from the county were invited over, and after seeing it, there was nothing they could do.
"Retribution, this is retribution!" Hu Qian thought of last night's dream again.
"It's a disaster for my descendants, it's a disaster for my descendants, what should I do, what should I do?"
He needed someone to give him some advice, and after a lady reminded him, he thought of Lanruo Temple.
In the early morning, as soon as the city gate opened, Hu Qian rode out of the city and went straight to Lanruo Temple.
The monks in the temple were still chanting sutras, but no one expected pilgrims to come so early.
Hu Qian went straight to Zen Master Guangyun and told him about his dream last night.
"How should I eliminate the sins in my body? Master, please give me some advice." Hu Qian asked eagerly.
"Amitabha, doing good and eliminating evil, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Zen Master Guangyun said.
"Save people, save people..." Hu Qian repeated softly. He suddenly thought of the victims in the city.
"Thank you, Master!"
He left a hundred taels of sesame oil money, but Zen Master Guangyun declined.
Hu Qian then hurried back to the county and did something that shocked the entire Guobei County. He set up a porridge shed and gave alms to the victims.
"Have you heard that Hu Qian is giving porridge to the refugees?"
"Who, Hu Qian, this is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Really, the porridge shed is right outside his house."
"Come on, let's go take a look!"
After three consecutive days of giving soup, while waiting anxiously, Hu Qian's comatose eldest son woke up.
"Master, we don't have much food left."
"There's not much left? How can there be any leftover food?"
"this......"
"Master Huang still has a lot of food in his farm."
"Go and borrow it!" After hearing this, Hu Qian pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.
"Master, that's..."
"I'll go there myself!" Hu Qian said.
"I'm losing my son, I'm going to have no descendants, and I'm still afraid of Huang Shen!" Hu Qian's face looked a little ferocious.
When he led people into Mr. Huang's village and saw the food he had saved, they were stunned.
"So much food? It's all moldy!"
"That Mr. Hu, you, you are..." The servant in Huang Shen's village stuttered.