"Na, have you heard, the immortal sent a message, which dead bodies are carried early, and this morning's porridge will be sent a little earlier."

In the shack, two old ladies dressed in tatters talked in a low voice. The sleeping man next to him woke up and got up:

"Still giving out porridge today?"

The old lady nodded, and the man kowtowed again and again, saying mercy. After carefully asking the two old people who got up early, they learned that the immortals had conjured up a big pit in eight directions in the city overnight, and let the dead people who had been seriously ill carry them to the pit and prepare to burn them together to spread the immune source again.

This person had some insight, and he praised Lin Luoran's opinion very much, and got up to join the team carrying the corpse.

Approaching the corpses of 10,000 people, the eight big pits were not satisfied, Lin Luoran stood high on the wall, and when he saw which pit was full, he went down with a fireball and ignited the mountains of corpses.

The fire of the five elements, comparable to a non-wood burning fire, did not have the scorching smell of burning corpses along the road, and those corpses were quickly turned to ashes in the flames.

Everyone worked together, and before noon arrived, the matter was done.

On the street of the city lord's mansion, more than a hundred cauldrons were once again arranged. It's the same as last night, it's porridge again, but today it's fruit porridge, apples, bananas, and mangoes can be diced and boiled porridge, and Lin Luoran's fruits that have been stored for a long time finally have a way out.

These fruits contain a faint aura, which is no better for the patient, she has already occupied the magical air, and she is willing to give some fruits to ordinary people.

Mixed with the fruity aroma is a medicinal aroma. Overnight, the gastrodia was ready to be harvested, and Lin Luoran made it into powder with other medicinal herbs and added it to the porridge, so as not to boil the decoction again.

One dose of medicine a day, drink it for three days, and the symptoms of the plague will subside, right?

Lin Luoran looked at the loose porridge and the women who were still busy in the backyard, they could endure hardships better than she thought, they didn't rest last night, they all relied on more than a hundred people, and they traveled all over Shencheng to pour medicinal porridge into the infected people who fell into a coma, otherwise some of them wouldn't even survive last night.

Tasting the medicinal aroma in the pulp porridge, many people have secretly cried.

If loose porridge is to make them hungry, then it is really curing the disease.

After the medicinal power dispersed, the heat flow of the limbs and hundreds of remains, the immortal family's means are extraordinary, but the elixir is not all over the street, or is it because the female fairy is willing to give it?

If Lin Luoran could peek into people's hearts, he would be surprised by the wisdom of the people.

rescued a group of ordinary people who didn't know each other, and also turned two thousands of years old ginseng to supplement their vitality against the virus, so that the monks in the cultivation realm knew about it, and they would definitely beat their chests and feet.

Even if Lin Luoran's family has a big business, she has to be willing to do it.

You don't see that there are many people who are unkind to the rich in real life, and those who support students in mountain villages to do good deeds in a low-key manner are not necessarily rich.

It has nothing to do with money, it has nothing to do with rich and poor, it is very motivating to save money, but how many people are willing to give away the wealth they have to do good deeds?

Thousands of years of ginseng, even if Lin Luoran's space is from day to year, it is also the first batch planted by her at the beginning of her cultivation more than ten years ago, and most of the elixirs that have been in the past year have been left to the Lin family at the beginning of her practice.

These are the two best ginseng she has left.

There was still gastrodia in the space that needed to be replanted, and Lin Luoran flashed into the space.

Ximei and her younger brother woke up and drank two bowls of porridge obediently, but they didn't see Sister Lin, who was very kind, and only the Seventh Prince Sang Yu knew her in the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing the two young children approaching him, the corners of Sang Yu's originally indifferent eyes couldn't help but melt a little.

Because of his eyebrows, he was sent out of the palace since he was a child, and his parents are there, and he actually lives no different from an orphan. This little girl named Ximei, and her younger brother have also become orphans......

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Three days is the time for the long life of the monk Jiedan, and it is the time when the white cloud dog will slip away inadvertently.

But for those who are struggling on the verge of death and the plague stealing their lives, every day passes, when the fever subsides, or the red spots dissipate and fade a little, they have more courage to face tomorrow.

Twilight, who was waiting for death before, was angry, looking forward to the next meal, looking forward to healing, and looking forward to living.

With the desire to survive, fewer people smashed houses in the city. The thorny villains don't wake up, but they also know that this is not the time for them to make a fuss.

There was nothing to do, everyone drank porridge, and they only chatted together.

At first, we can talk about how delicious the porridge is, whether you eat shiitake mushrooms, I eat cucumbers, or the weather is so good.

And then there's where each other comes from, and there are still people in the family who have survived this plague and shed tears with them.

But these things are said over and over again, and people are bored to hear, when everyone has the spirit and leisure, most of these are the infected people who are farmers and small merchants or the poor people in the city, in fact, the most curious, the most want to talk is, what is the origin of the immortals who have spent their efforts to save 20,000 or 30,000 people?

I don't know the number of the road, the grace of life, I can't even repay the incense in the future, how can people feel at ease?

Of course, people outside the city are also looking forward to what will happen in the city.

Especially the generals who resisted the decree and delayed the day of burning. Since Lin Luoran sent a message to save these many people, three days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the eunuchs in the palace of the overseer have repeatedly urged, and they don't believe the general's words about the immortal coming to the world.

This general surnamed Zhang already had a hint of meritorious service, otherwise he would not have fought on the front line, but he pushed him to do the immoral thing of burning the city. The eunuch is the best at figuring out the mind of the Son of Heaven, and in the face of General Zhang's kind words and explanations, he makes it difficult in every way.

The night of the third day came as promised, and the immortals were hard to find.

The eunuch's voice was scathing, "General Zhang, do you have to blatantly disobey the emperor's orders?" ”

"Zhang doesn't dare, it's really an immortal who has an order, and he doesn't dare to disobey."

The eunuch sneered, immortals, where are the immortals?

Several lieutenant generals secretly gritted their teeth, not knowing whether to persuade the general to obey the order, or to seek a chance of life for the civilians in the city. It's just that the sky has darkened, and there is no adulteration for three days, and the immortal who is in white and victorious in snow has shown his magical powers since three days ago, but there has been no movement.

The city was also very quiet, and if it weren't for the tung oil lamps hanging under the eaves of the city lord's mansion that would be lit in turn every night, they would have suspected that Shencheng had actually become a dead city.

The immortals missed the appointment, did they fail to save these two or thirty thousand people?

Also, after all, it's not two or three, it's not two or three hundred, it's not two or three thousand...... Even if there is an immortal law, it is a fantasy to want to save 20,000 or 30,000 people at the same time, right?

General Zhang felt sorry in his heart, the eunuch spat and kept urging him to order the burning of the city, General Zhang was not without pressure at all.

He already had doubts about Yingguo, he didn't need to make mistakes at all, as long as he had a little excuse, waiting for the Zhang family would definitely not be a good thing.

For the sake of so many civilians, it was enough for him to die.

But hundreds of people in the Zhang family, especially his eldest grandson, just made a full moon wine a few days ago.

His brow furrowed, it was his conscience and selfishness struggling.

The eunuch seemed to see the clue from this, sneered a few times, and went straight to the outer tent. He chose the high ground, took out a yellow silk scroll from his bosom, and read the secret decree.

General Zhang lost the right to manage 30,000 elite soldiers!

The eunuch held the holy decree high, and his shrill voice spread far and wide in the night: "All the soldiers listen to the order, burn the city immediately!" Burn the city now! ”

General Zhang retreated, and for a moment seemed to be ten years older.

Arrows with fire oil were fired into the city. Although the city walls are stained with fire, and the buildings in the city are all wood, the weather in Yingguo is hot, and the planks are extremely dry, and the speed of burning is not much slower than that of the city wall splashed with fire oil.

In Shencheng, which is considered to be a dead city, the noise is boiling, and the cries for help, angry scolding, and cries are intertwined, so that the arrows in the hands of the soldiers are slowed down...... What's the use, the fire has already spread.

The civilians who were kept in captivity like pigs had red tears in their eyes and were extremely sad and indignant.

Inside the raging wall of fire are their loved ones!

Dead or not, listening to the movement, it is clear that most of them are alive and alive. Their relatives must have been rescued by the immortals, not by the hands of the plague, but by being burned alive!

"I'm fighting with you!"

Red-eyed civilians rushed forward, no more than the rich people before to make trouble, and this kind of grief and indignation that penetrated deep into the bone marrow infected people's hearts and resonated. The elite soldiers were obviously swords of cold light, and they obviously had three times the number of civilians outside the city, but they were forced to retreat by their flesh and blood.

Because they're guilty!

The anger of civilians can also be rushed when gathered.

The conflict was about to break out, and the eunuch was slashed by General Zhang, who heard the movement and hurried out.

The immortals broke the contract, the eunuchs deceived people, and the conflict between civilians and soldiers broke out, and General Zhang did not allow the sword forged by his country to be slashed at his own people!

Self-help, at this last moment, there is only one way to save yourself.

He wanted to tell everyone to be quiet, and he could organize the rescue of people by breaking through the city gate, but as soon as he looked up, the sky suddenly rained heavily without warning. In fact, it was not without any signs, and the City Lord's Mansion also had a flash of brilliance before, but everyone was emotional and did not notice it.

General Zhang looked up, and a white shadow was suspended in the sky above Shencheng.

The rain did not fall from the sky at all, but from the woman's fingers. The brilliance flows, separated by a very long distance, even if you can't see your face clearly, you still feel compassion and moving.

The conflict and the restlessness in the city ceased, and the agreement between inside and outside the city was silent.

- The oil floats in the water, and the rain she rains can really extinguish the fire?

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