Ye Qingyun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the rain curtain not far away.
My heart is also very heavy.
It's raining everywhere outside, but here, there isn't even a drop of rain.
Ye Qingyun actually felt a little strange.
But he doesn't know why this is happening?
Maybe because I am a time traveler?
Or is it that the Feng Shui of Fuyun Mountain is different from other places?
But in fact, the current situation does not make much difference if it does not rain under Fuyun Mountain.
The displaced victims kept rushing here.
All the temples at the foot of the mountain were crowded.
The food has also been eaten.
It looked like something big was going to happen.
Huikong ran up to him to find a solution, but the question was, what could Ye Qingyun do?
He also wants to save these victims, but the question is, with what means?
Ye Qingyun does have a lot of food stored here, but even if he takes out all of it, it probably won't be enough to feed the victims down the mountain.
This makes no sense at all. On the contrary, it will make these victims even crazier.
What's more, Ye Qingyun himself didn't want to starve to death.
Huikong was still standing behind Ye Qingyun, waiting for what Ye Qingyun could do.
In Huikong's view, there is nothing in the world that Ye Qingyun cannot do.
In this world, only Ye Qingyun has the ability to save all sentient beings from this disaster.
Ye Qingyun frowned.
He called Liu Changyue to help him use the jade slip to ask Dongfang Su if he had any food.
He wanted to borrow some food.
When asked, the situation at Dongfang Su's place was not good either.
There were floods everywhere in the Tianwu Dynasty, and even the palace of Dongfang Su was flooded.
The maids and concubines all fucking swam out of the water.
In order to relieve the people, Dongfang Su had already taken out the dynasty's grain reserves.
Now it is just barely enough to ensure the safety of the capital and surrounding cities. Disaster victims can survive.
As for the victims here in Fuyun Mountain, Dongfang Su was helpless.
He even felt a little strange.
With Ye Qingyun's ability, wouldn't it be an easy task to save these victims?
You actually want to borrow food from yourself?
Could it be another special test from an expert?
But Dongfang Su was too busy at the moment and had no intention of studying it in detail.
Ye Qingyun sent another interrogation to ask about the situation in Datang, and wanted to see if Datang could get some food.
The situation in the Tang Dynasty was much better than that in the Southern Wilderness.
Although there were also floods, the Tang Dynasty was a unified dynasty after all, unlike the Southern Wilderness, where four dynasties still existed side by side.
When the floods began, Datang responded immediately and directed the floods as far as possible to the East China Sea.
And gather the victims and resettle them properly.
In addition, Mr. Long Yuanping, the agricultural saint of the Tang Dynasty, devoted himself to farming during his lifetime, which greatly enriched the food supply of the Tang Dynasty.
The food reserves are very sufficient.
Therefore, the situation in Datang is relatively stable.
When Li Tianmin learned that Ye Qingyun wanted to borrow grain, he immediately asked his men to deliver a batch of grain without saying a word.
But after all, it was transported by airship, so it would take at least fifteen days to reach Fuyun Mountain.
In these fifteen days, it is estimated that most of the victims at the foot of the mountain will starve to death.
"What can I do?"
Ye Qingyun still had a sad look on his face.
Although food would come from Datang, how could the victims at the foot of the mountain survive fifteen days?
Ye Qingyun looked back at Huikong.
He saw Huikong looking at him expectantly.
"well!"
Ye Qingyun sighed.
"Huikong, how many victims are there at the foot of the mountain now?"
Huikong was startled and hurriedly said, "The poor monk goes up the mountain
At that time, there were 3,468 people."
More than three thousand people!
Ye Qingyun's scalp felt numb.
It’s so fucking scary.
These three thousand victims, howling with hunger, would be a big trouble wherever they are.
No wonder Huikong came up to seek help.
Ye Qingyun thought carefully.
If more than 3,000 people need to survive for fifteen days, they will need a lot of food.
It is absolutely impossible to keep everyone fed.
The only way.
It is to keep as many people alive as possible.
The grain that lasted until the Tang Dynasty was shipped here.
If you can't hold on and starve to death, there's nothing you can do about it.
"follow me."
Ye Qingyun gave an order.
Taking Huikong, the Liu sisters came to the mountainside together.
Here is Ye Qingyun's sheepfold, and a large group of chickens, ducks and geese are kept here.
Looking at the sheep in the sheepfold, Ye Qingyun felt very reluctant to give up.
"Holy Son, this"
Huikong still doesn't know what Ye Qingyun wants to do.
Ye Qingyun said with a look of reluctance, "There are more than a hundred sheep here, as well as these chickens, ducks and geese. Let's use them all to feed the victims."
As soon as these words came out, Huikong was shocked and turned pale.
The Liu sisters also had red eyes.
They have followed Ye Qingyun for so long and have been helping him take care of the sheep pens, chickens, ducks and geese.
These sheep, these chickens, ducks and geese, they all grew up watching.
Now all of them are fat and strong.
But in the end, they all had to be killed and fed to the victims down the mountain?
How can they bear this?
"Master!"
Liu Changyue was anxious.
Ye Qingyun waved his hand.
Of course he couldn't bear it either.
I have worked so hard to make Fuyun Mountain what it is today. Isn’t it wonderful to live an peaceful life?
But Ye Qingyun is also a human being after all.
He is not a lofty god.
There are so many people at the bottom of the mountain, they are almost starving to death.
Did Ye Qingyun turn a blind eye?
Just let them die of hunger?
Huikong and other monks had already emptied their homes and wanted to save these victims.
How could Ye Qingyun sit back and watch?
no!
The greatest pain in the world is to starve to death.
If hundreds of people really starved to death under his own Fuyun Mountain, would Ye Qingyun still be able to live here with peace of mind?
If the sheep are gone, you can raise them again.
Even if the chickens, ducks and geese are gone, you can still raise them.
If these three thousand people really starved to death at the foot of the mountain, that would be the most terrifying thing in the world.
"Kill the sheep!"
Ye Qingyun gritted his teeth and said.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!"
Huikong clasped his hands together, his face full of grief.
In Huikong's view, these sheep are also life.
It is undoubtedly a difficult choice to use the lives of sheep to save the lives of victims.
As a monk, Huikong felt deeply powerless and had no choice but to hope that these sheep could be reincarnated as humans in the next life and no longer suffer the suffering of the animal world.
Liu Changyue was so angry that she squatted on the ground.
Liu Xingyue also turned around.
Not willing to help Ye Qingyun kill the sheep.
This is also the first time that the two sisters have disobeyed Ye Qingyun's instructions.
Ye Qingyun took off a knife from his waist without even looking at them.
If no one helps, do it yourself.
At this moment.
Sheep Dingtian jumped out of the forest not far away.
Staring at Ye Qingyun with an angry face.
Ye Qingyun was startled, and then stared at Yang Dingtian equally fiercely.
