Chapter 353 Rebellion

Author: Sister Dou

I originally planned to go down and stroll and leave.

When they were still some distance away from the city gate, they moved invisibly, and then exposed in the woods near the city gate.

When he was in the woods, Shen Qinglan frowned. What was the faint blood in the air?

When the two of them entered the city, they found that the city was also ruined.

The rare pedestrians were also in a hurry. Most of the shops were closed, and occasionally a few shops were opened, but no one came out to solicit business.

The monk frowned, "Most of the shops opened are clinics, pharmacies, and coffin shops!"

Before Shen Qinglan could speak, she heard someone shouting not far away, "Open the door, I want to drink, what door is closed in the blue sky and the sun? Open the door quickly! I want to drink!"

A group of men dressed in soldiers, with knives hanging around their waists, were slapping the door of a restaurant with all their might.

The more you patted the group, the more fierce the people became. The door was about to fall, and a weak voice came from inside, "Official, our shop is not open today, please go somewhere else."

The sound was trembling, and it sounded so scared.

The officers and soldiers slapped the door louder and louder, "Open the door quickly, your grandfather will have to drink today. If you don't open it, I will smash your shop for you!"

Another person also shouted, "The King of Wu has entered the city, but you are still half-closed, but you are resentful to the King of Wu's army!"

I don’t know if this was the effect, but the door immediately opened from the inside.

Two men came out, one old and one young.

The old man said, "Please invite the official, please invite it inside. You see, there is really no one on the street. The farmer who delivers vegetables to my house has not come these days. It's really, it's really..."

A man in the team slapped his knife on the table with a clang, "Stop talking nonsense, there is always a bar without vegetables, bring wine."

The man who said that the King of Wu entered the city also shouted, "Cook a few dishes and make whatever you want. Today, grandpas are going to drink."

The old and the young didn't dare to reply, and hurried to the back, probably to prepare the wine and food.

Shen Qinglan and the other two looked at each other and continued to walk forward. One of the officers and soldiers at the table looked at him.

A boy followed a monk, afraid that some family would go to to save the dead?

This kid naturally looks like Shen Qinglan after wearing a mask, and looks like a handsome guy.

"Is this a war?" Shen Qinglan was naturally confused when she encountered this situation for the first time.

The monk wasn't sure, "It seems that he was being sieged."

"Well?" The monks can't interfere with such wars in mortal countries.

The monk waved his hand and walked towards an alley to the east.

Shen Qinglan followed him, and she felt that there was someone in the East Lane, but the monks were really not easy to interfere in the destruction of the country and the family.

Soon, the two saw a severely damaged house, which seemed to be the kind that had been broken for many years.

The monk raised his foot and walked in, and Shen Qinglan had to follow.

There were a group of beggars inside, all of whom were lying weakly on the shabby straw mat or on the withered straw. They probably hadn't eaten for many days.

The monk looked at Shen Qinglan and sent a secret voice, "They can't eat our things, right?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "A ordinary person who is so weak will definitely not be able to withstand the food after eating spiritual food."

The monk thought about it, "At this time, these beggars have nowhere to go to beg for food."

That's true. I can go out to the street to ask for some food and pick up some leftovers to fill my stomach. Now, I have nowhere to pick up what others don't want.

The monk sighed, "Oh, my Buddha is merciful, but the little monk..."

He said this when he looked at Shen Qinglan, and the meaning was too obvious, that is, you are the chef and you have to find a way.

Shen Qinglan was speechless.

Her storage bag is full of spiritual food, and if these people are given food, they really can't stand it.

But she did meet her. She could choose to watch these people starve to death and pull the monk away, but how could the chef watch someone starve to death in front of her?

"Wait." Shen Qinglan said that, and turned around and left the yard. She let go of her spiritual sense and found that there was no one living in the yard and the gate was closed. She probably ran out to escape because of war.

She first looked in the house, but nothing unexpected happened was the rice and flour.

It is said that they have escaped, so they can naturally take away all the food and drinks.

She took out a large pot from the storage bag, waved her palm gently, and the pot was filled with half a pot of water.

Grab a handful of spiritual rice from the storage bag and throw it into the pot, and start boiling over high heat.

Just a handful of spiritual rice and this big pot of water, it is estimated that the color of the water will not change even if it is cooked. Shen Qinglan grabbed another handful and threw it in.

This is already the limit. Two handfuls of spiritual rice and a large group of people should not be able to bear it.

Soon a pot of spiritual rice porridge that was so thin that it could not be more thin was ready.

It may be more appropriate to call rice soup.

Shen Qinglan returned to the broken house, and the monk was already sitting at the door waiting for her.

He looked at Shen Qinglan and laughed, and Shen Qinglan rolled his eyes back.

He handed the big bucket of spiritual rice porridge to the monk, "That's all."

The monk nodded violently, "If this bowl goes on, they will probably last for three days."

I don’t know if I can withstand it, but when the monk came in with the bucket, he said he drank porridge, and the group of people immediately ran over with their broken bowls.

Shen Qinglan stood at the door and watched the monk smiling and distribute porridge to everyone. No one of those people thought that the porridge was too thin.

I didn't bother to burn my body and then I got all into my stomach.

The person who drank the porridge quickly recovered. Are he stupid?

Why does a bowl of rice soup seem to be full? Even the dying old Li seems to have the strength to sit up!

Seeing that everyone was in better spirits, the monk began to ask, "The little monk just arrived here today. What happened here? Why are the doors closed?"

"It turns out that the master has arrived today. The King of Wu rebelled a few days ago and killed the old emperor. Oh, I don't know what it will be like in the future."

Another person said, "Of course, the King of Wu became the emperor."

"Oh, what should we do? The King of Wu loves fighting so much, and there are chaos everywhere. How can we live?"

The monk heard the point, "The King of Wu loves to fight wars. Have you ever fought many places?"

"No, so many of us have been arrested for war. We have indeed fought further and further, destroying many countries, but we have also defeated all our people. Now the old emperor wants to withdraw his troops, but the King of Wu refuses.

You have to rebel!"

Shen Qinglan also became interested, "Is the King of Wu the son or brother of the old emperor?"

The beggar smiled, "It's neither a son nor a brother, it's the original General Wu, the ever-winning general on the battlefield!"

Shen Qinglan looked at the monk, "It was actually a minister who rebelled."

The monk frowned, "Only the emperor is stupid and unruly, and the people are not tragic, they will force these generals and generals to rebel."
Chapter completed!