Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Standing in the long queue, Feng Wanba licked his mouth for the sixth time. The aroma of food wafting from the soup kitchen in the distance made him swallow involuntarily.

Seeing that the number of people in front of him had not decreased after a long time, Feng Wanba finally experienced what it meant to live like a year.

But he didn't dare to interfere, for fear of making the masters angry, they simply asked him to go home without giving him porridge.

Finally, after a long wait, it was Feng Wanba's turn. Not much porridge, just a spoonful.

But when the spoonful of corn porridge was just put into the bowl, he didn't care about scalding it and went straight to scoop it up.

This corn porridge is cooked very clearly, and some sawdust and minced meat are added to it.

But in Wanba's mouth, this thing was an extremely delicious delicacy. Although there was nothing in it, he felt that the yellow fragrance was smooth, the aftertaste was long, and the mouth was filled with fragrance. It was more delicious than anything he had eaten in the past.

When Feng Wanba with his eyes closed vigorously sucked every finger clean, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

He was still hungry, very, very hungry, but the warmth in his stomach let him know that he would not starve to death.

After licking the porridge bowl until it reflected light, Feng Wanba still didn't leave. He got as close to the soup kitchen as possible and inhaled the aroma wafting out.

Feng Wanba has a secret that no one has told. If you inhale the aroma of the porridge too much, the essence of the porridge will be sucked away. This is what his grandfather said.

Just then, he saw the great master in the temple coming out to call people to move things. He immediately ran over without caring about breathing.

There is no reward for helping the master move things. Anyone who feels he or she still has the strength can go. Come and go as you please.

But Feng Wanba saw that the great master who was shouting was surrounded by people, and everyone had excitement and excitement on their faces.

When they were selected by the Grand Master, some people were so excited that they jumped out.

Feng Wanba knew what these people wanted to do. They were rushing to move things because they all wanted to see the Living Bodhisattva.

Ever since the person who transported the things came back, this matter has long been spread. These grains were transported by the living Bodhisattva who saved the suffering! The Bodhisattva came down to save them!

Everyone wants to see the real living Bodhisattva and enjoy the blessings of the Bodhisattva. It is said that after the people who saw the Bodhisattva last time came back, all their minor illnesses and disasters were cured.

He also wanted to see him, so Feng Wanba squeezed in and raised his hands high.

You, you, and you. Seeing the great monk pointing at him, Feng Wanba was so excited that he couldn't find the north.

When he arrived at Zhengde Temple, Feng Wanba still didn't calm down. He started talking with the people around him with excitement.

Does the Bodhisattva really send food? A lot of food? Then will we not go hungry in the future?

What does the Bodhisattva look like?

I heard that this time the Bodhisattva is a man? Why is it a male Bodhisattva?

I heard that the Bodhisattva was male before, and then he became a female. Maybe the Bodhisattva is intersex.

You are seeking death! How dare you disrespect the Bodhisattva! What if you make him angry and don't send food? Kneel down and kowtow!

While they were still discussing, a hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and a sack of stuff was thrown out of it.

When the sack fell to the ground, the rustling sound made Feng Wanba's ears stand up instantly. That was the sound of corn! !

Then one bag after another of food was delivered, and one bag was cut open. The corn rolled out of it made them instantly understand that this was the great and compassionate Bodhisattva who was really coming to rescue the victims!

Looking at the bags of grain, Feng Wanba followed all of them and immediately knelt on the ground devoutly, kneeling before the grain.

The holes that appear from time to time in the sky at this moment are, in their eyes, the appearance of the Bodhisattva and a miracle.

Looking at everything in front of him, Feng Wanba didn't know what he was saying for a moment, he just shouted excitedly.

When they saw the Bodhisattva in red robe falling from the sky, everyone present cried and shouted at him.

There are omnipotent gods taking care of them, they are not abandoned, they can survive!

The ones with a mark on the bag are seeds! The ones without a mark are grains. Hurry up and pick people to plant the seeds as soon as possible. Li Huowang said to the monk who was walking towards him.

The cries around him made Li Huowang upset. He turned to them and roared: It's so noisy! Everyone stand up with me!

With a snap, all the people kneeling on the ground stood up. Move all the food to the granary! If it rains, it will all be soaked in water!

Everyone started to move, even if they were still howling, they were howling while working.

Where is your abbot? Li Huowang asked the monk in front of him.

Amitabha, the abbot is having dinner in the kitchen. Li Huowang walked over there with a cold face and raised his feet.

Bodhisattva! What is your old man's name? I will set up a shrine for you when I go back! From now on, I will offer incense and pay homage every day. Feng Wanba shouted at the top of his lungs from behind.

Zhuge Yuan!

Soon Li Huowang found the abbot in the kitchen. He was sitting in front of the stove holding a big bowl and eating meat one bite at a time.

Some monks nearby were skimming the skin and bones, handling the water, and sliding it into the steaming cauldron.

You still eat these?

Zendu put down his bowl and chopsticks. Food and wine have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha. The Buddha and his elders will not blame him.

I mean, since we have food now, do you still eat these? Li Huowang frowned slightly and looked at the corpses tumbling in the pot.

There is always not enough food. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Let's give the food to the people. This is enough for the poor monks. It doesn't matter. The poor monks also like to eat rice and meat. After saying that, Chandu picked up another piece. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with satisfaction.

I brought the seeds here this time. Hurry up and plant them. Let your people protect them. Don't let the hungry people eat the seedlings.

It's definitely not possible to rely on such a meager salary on your own. Daliang's food is always limited. If you want to break the situation, Daqi people will start to save themselves.

Amitabha, thank you so much for the donor. There is a large piece of black land next to Youdu. It can be planted and harvested three times a year. I will let people plant it now.

After saying this, Chandu paused and said again: Donor, can you send more piglets instead of seeds?

After all, this flesh and blood is what I'm good at. It can make the pig grow faster and be ready for slaughter.

How can you raise pigs when you don't have to eat them?

Pigs can eat shit, pigs can also eat dead people, why can't they be raised? Chandu said matter-of-factly.

These words of the abbot of Zhengde Temple reminded Li Huowang of some things in the past.