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A few people rushed to Bei Chu, whose troops were declining, and it was only after Lin Jingmo got down that he realized that he had slept for another three years.And the changes in Northern Chu in the past three years are truly earth-shaking. Although the name of the country has not changed, the officers, soldiers and officials who manage the people have all changed.

The only fortunate thing is that when Northern Chu was occupied, they did not resist too much, so the people did not suffer too much.Those who should live continue to live, and those who really die are those who stubbornly support Beichu.

The so-called reincarnation of the law of heaven, Northern Chu will have the current experience, although it is deliberately done, it is also reasonable.He looked up at the clear sky, and couldn't help but sigh the calm before the storm.

The thunder on Shilipo is rapid and frightening, but here it is still peaceful.The natural disaster is about to come but it's not yet in the future. The most important thing is that we don't know what the coming disaster is, even the two priests who are traveling with us don't know.

Xuan Lu glanced at the restaurant at the end of Beichu Street, "Find a place to stay first, and wait for the natural disaster to come and see the situation." After finishing speaking, he asked Baiwei: "Did you ask Su An for money when you came down? "

Baiwei's face was serious, he spread his hands together and said, "Forgot."

Xuan Lu: "..."

Lin Jingmo was embarrassed for a while, and suggested: "How about going to Su'an Temple?" The closest to the town is the God of Wealth Temple, which is mainly built well, so there must be no problem staying overnight.

The three of them are penniless now, and there is really no better proposal than this.It was only when Lin Jingmo arrived at the God of Wealth Temple based on his memory that he discovered that the temple here had been abandoned.There are no people in charge of the temple, let alone any incense.

In fact, it is not surprising that everyone in Northern Chu is seeking self-protection after being invaded, so there is no time to worship God.

He glanced at the altar without a god statue, and couldn't help asking: "Is it true that the temple is smashed if the gods are not successful? The original Liang is like this, and the Northern Chu is like this?"

Xuan Lu waved his sleeves to sweep away the cobwebs and dust accumulated in the temple, and explained: "No, it was just moved to the newly built temple in Yan Sui."

Yan Sui is the most powerful territory in the territory today, and Lin Jingmo heard something from Luo Chuan before he came down.Different from Northern Chu, Yansui is the second place that believes in ghosts and gods the most after Yuanliang.

At the beginning, Yuan Liang intended to cooperate with him but was rejected. The biggest reason is that the two countries have different beliefs.First, although the Yan Sui was not as strong as the Northern Chu at that time, they were not bad in terms of military strength, easy to defend but difficult to attack; second, they always believed in the conclusion of cause and effect, thinking that the destruction of the original Liang was due to God's will;

Xuan Lu said: "Your Majesty Yan Sui thought that Northern Chu worshiped the gods insincerely, so he removed all the god statues from all the temples in the city. But..." He said bluntly: "There is a god statue that has not been touched until now. Pass."

Lin Jingmo coughed dryly, "Could it be me?"

"Exactly. Yan Sui has never heard of any evil gods. It is just that evil people have no gods to deliberately fabricate, so they have been kept in place and have not been moved."

Lin Jingmo rubbed his bangs on his forehead, disgusted that everything depends on popularity in this world.He changed the subject and said: "However, Yan Sui is quite humane. They occupied the territory and did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. They even reserved the title of the country for them."

When he said this, Baiwei came in from outside with a pile of dry firewood, and quickly interjected: "After all, it is a place that believes in ghosts and gods. If you kill too many people, you will worry about retribution. But as for the name of the country, it is not reserved for the people, it is just for a while. I can’t think of a name to change for a while.”

Baiwei set up the dry firewood in the temple, and then fumbled for a while from his sleeve to take out a cooking pot and put it on the dry firewood.

Lin Jingmo found it interesting. If Su An was around, the two would definitely be able to get together.One with a pot and one with a bowl, he wondered if there was another person in charge of chopsticks, wouldn't it be just a table?

Baiwei didn't have any extra materials in his hand, so he took out a small bag of rice from his sleeve and poured it into the pot, then suddenly raised his chin towards him.Seeing that he didn't understand, he said: "Excuse me."

Lin Jingmo was embarrassed for a while, turned the palm of his right hand and struck a cluster of divine fire into the dry wood.It's really a feng shui turn. Just now I laughed at others in my heart, but now I should boast that I am a lighter.

It was getting dusk outside the temple, and there was a craving aroma from the pot of porridge.Lin Jingmo couldn't take it anymore after smelling it for a while. He obviously just had a pot of rice without putting anything in it, but it smelled like delicacies from mountains and seas.

Seeing Baiwei take out a few bowls and chopsticks from his sleeve, he approached him bluntly and said, "If you open a restaurant with this chef's skill, you will definitely make a fortune, or if you make some street snacks and sell them, you will definitely be able to live in a restaurant tomorrow."

"Snacks..." Baiwei felt new to this word, but the literal meaning was easy to understand, so he didn't ask too much.

Lin Jingmo took the porridge, and after taking a sip, his stomach felt relieved.He drank it all in one gulp and asked, "You are gods, can't you not eat, why do you have to cook three meals a day like ordinary people?"

It’s okay if you don’t say this, Baiwei gritted his teeth and said: “Then you have to ask your good master! My majestic chef will be reduced to cooking for you, if you say it, you will be laughed at by the people of the gods.” big teeth."

Lin Jingmo hurriedly shut up and drank porridge. He had to say that Luo Chuan was really considerate to him, and he could be called virtuous.He turned his head and glanced at Xuan Lu who was resting in meditation beside him, and thought that Mr. Yue, who is in charge of mortal marriages, would not have come to help him, otherwise he would be embarrassed...

While the few people were talking, a strong wind gradually blew up outside the temple.As winter was approaching, it felt cold at night, Lin Jingmo flipped the kindling in his hand to make the dry firewood bigger.Seeing the darkness around, he started to light the candles on the altar that had not been used for three years.

Suddenly, the temple gate was kicked open violently, and a young man in dirty clothes came in from the wind, pushing a cart with an old man lying on it.Seeing that there were already people in the temple, he said, "Stay overnight and leave tomorrow."

After the car was pushed into the temple, the man hastily closed the temple door which was creaking and flapping wildly in the wind.He took off the bamboo hat on his head and knocked ashes on the wall for a while, then took off his coat and covered the old man.

He seemed to be concerned in his actions, but his words were not very forgiving, "I was really dragged to death by you, whoever lived to your age still tormented the juniors."

Lin Jingmo looked at the man from head to toe, the clothes he was wearing were extremely chaotic in color, as if several old clothes were sewn together and put on casually.A butcher's knife was stuffed behind the belt tied around his waist. He didn't know what he had done before, and the handle of the knife was covered with dried blood.

Half of a pair of shoes was torn, and one foot was walking barefoot for most of the time, but he was reluctant to throw the shoe away.His brows have been furrowed since he came in, but at such a young age, he always makes people feel fierce.

The old man lying on the cart was even more disheveled, with all kinds of scattered clothes covering his body.The right foot was exposed, and the skin was covered with blisters, making it unsightly.

Attracted by the cooking porridge, the man kept staring at them but didn't ask them for begging. Instead, he took out a half-eaten biscuit from his skirt and sat beside the cart to chew.The biscuits are too cold and hard, and it is particularly difficult to bite, and the masseter muscles on both sides of the cheeks are tense.

The old man in the car stretched out a hand from the pile of clothes and patted the man's shoulder. The man raised his hand and pushed it away, then said fiercely: "You can't even eat it if you eat it. You'll be hungry. When I die of starvation, I can just eat it." I will bury it for you, so as not to cause trouble for me every day."

Lin Jingmo withdrew his gaze, and reached out to get the pot of porridge.

Baiwei raised his hand to stop, and whispered: "What are you doing? Are you going to deliver porridge? The heads of these two people are full of black air, and the dying people don't need to help them."

Lin Jingmo smiled and said, "Will they not die if I give them a pot of porridge?"

Baiwei didn't say a word, and Xuan Lu, who had been meditating silently, said, "Baiwei, let him go. Luo Chuan said, we don't care what this kid wants to do."

Baiwei frowned and withdrew his hand. Although he wasn't trying to stop him, he still couldn't help criticizing: "Even if you want to help others, there is a difference between good and bad. This man is so disrespectful to his elders, why should he help?"

Lin Jingmo sighed, he was not as old as these priests, but he saw a lot of the little things between people.Talking about being bad for elders, he once scolded his seriously ill biological mother in harsh words.

"It may seem arrogant but it's not necessarily unfilial. People's hearts are the most elusive thing." He said, "Otherwise, I'll make a bet with you, there is only one person left in this pot of porridge. Lose, if you drink it to the old man, you will lose."

Baiwei chuckled, "Okay, what do you want to bet?"

Lin Jingmo thought for a while, and said, "If I win, tell me about Luo Chuan."

Baiwei: "Then if I win, you will have to do the dishes and cook."

"Small idea."

Xuan Lu shook her head helplessly, feeling that these two people were too naive, but she couldn't help but want to see the result after making a bet.

Lin Jingmo put the porridge pot by the man's side. He didn't say alms or pity him. He just casually glanced at the old man's symptoms and asked, "Who are you in the car? It looks very sick. .”

The man took the porridge without thanking him. He glanced at the old man in the car and said, "My grandma has the plague."

When he said this, the voice was not low, but the three people in the temple did not feel panic or fear after hearing it.The man couldn't help but wonder: "I'm talking about the plague."

"I'm listening." Lin Jingmo rummaged through the clothes covering the old man's body. He was dying of illness, and it probably only happened in the past few days.

Surprised, the man didn't say anything else. After seeing Lin Jingmo leave, he took a sip of the porridge in his arms.

Lin Jingmo who rushed back with Baiwei slapped his knee said: "You lost, he only cares about being full, no..."

He stopped talking halfway, the man didn't drink too much of the porridge, it can be said that he just tasted it.Then he hurriedly helped the old man in the car up, cursing and feeding porridge.

"Eat what you want, don't spit half of it, I have to wipe it on your clothes."

The old man was also extremely hungry, and after eating half of it in a hurry, he suddenly turned his head and vomited violently.The man was full of anger, took a piece of clothing to help the old man wipe it clean, and cursed: "I really owe you in my previous life!"

During this time, the old man let the man speak disrespectfully, and when he calmed down, he said with a hoarse throat: "Grandma has dragged you down, why don't you come here, you can go on your own..."

"What's the use of saying such things now!" The man interrupted in a bad tone, and then supported the old man's neck and slowly fed the remaining porridge into it.