Chapter 39 Descending the Mountain for Disaster Relief

The loess is full of sand and dust.

The blurred figure on the official road became more and more obvious, and when I got closer, I saw that it was a girl wearing a Taoist robe with a bookcase on her back, her long skirt was spotless, and there were two weapons hanging on her waist.

"I knew that I wouldn't bring any bacon down the mountain, and I ate it everywhere, which was nutritious and delicious. ”

After speaking, Bai Yujun stretched out his slender jade hand and grabbed a handful of locusts with a few strokes, chewed directly in his mouth without chewing and swallowing into his stomach, thinking that he did not eat grasshoppers in his juvenile years, and the rich nutrition made Bai Yujun survive and not be starved to death.

The weather was dry, and a gust of wind was blowing sandstorms, and locusts were flying all over the sky.

I flipped the bookcase to make my shoulders more comfortable.

There were figures under the trees in front of him, and Bai Yujun walked straight towards those people......

After going down the mountain, all the pure yang disciples were uniformly distributed to various places, Bai Yujun and Yang Mu and Xu Ling were in the same county, and there were several spiritual void disciples who were responsible for medical treatment to follow Xu Ling to act together, Bai Yujun and Yang Mu were responsible for dealing with those evil demons who took advantage of the chaos, and the whole area was combed by the elders and senior disciples, only two or three small ghosts and monsters were killed, and the ghosts and evil things were born quickly, the weeds could not be burned out, and the spring breeze blew and reborn, so they could only be assigned to the disciples to take care of them, and they were not tired of managing a few towns.

When I came to the tree, I saw a family of three lying under the tree, roasting rats over a bonfire.

The strange thing is that if you don't kill locusts or eat locusts, you can even eat the bark of rat grass roots but don't eat locusts, and you completely ignore the black clouds in the sky, even if the sky is dry and dry, you can smoke the locusts away with smoke but don't move, Bai Yujun feels incomprehensible about this, it is wrong to waste food.

"Old man, why don't you exterminate the locusts?"

There is nothing wrong with this proposal, the modern earth can destroy the locusts when they see it, and the 100,000 mountains even solve the problem with their mouths, but they are indifferent when they come here.

Originally, the old man was very happy to see that it was a Taoist little girl, and he was even ready to stand up and say hello to Dao Gu, but after listening to Bai Yujun's words, his face immediately changed and he became very angry, as if the little Dao Gu in front of him said something heinous and ignorant.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Bai Yujun was stunned for a moment, could this guy have eaten rat meat and become alive?

"That locust was sown by the god Niangniang! It's all because the emperor in the capital doesn't respect the heavens, doesn't listen to the words of his loyal ministers, and misbehaves, and only releases the locusts when he angers the heavens! How can you drive them away?"

How can locusts and drought have anything to do with that emperor Lao'er? If he had this ability, wouldn't it be better if he could be an emperor and become an immortal directly?

This reason makes the whole snake bad.

The snake's head turned, and he realized that someone deliberately spread rumors to deal with the emperor, with the help of the world's leisurely public mouth, first let the emperor lose his credibility, and then slowly plotted it, this is called Yang Mou, stabbing the knife openly.

Look at the old man again, the clothes on his body are vague and can be seen to be a scholarly robe, yes, when he meets an old pedant, he is still the kind of old pedant who is silent and confused and then believes in the punishment of heaven.

Bai Yujun didn't believe that this set was told by this old pedant under the mixed tree.

"Who told you that?

The old man's eyes widened.

"Nonsense! Zhang Juren and Ma Yuanwai all said that, that's a lifter!"

Hearing this, I understand everything, the feeling is that someone wants to rebel, it's really sad, when the people are displaced, these big people and heroes don't think about solving the famine, but plan to take advantage of the situation to rise up, conform to the mandate of heaven to be the emperor, really worthy of the troubled times to produce heroes.

Shake your head and leave.

"The real demon is not in the wilderness, but in the human heart......"

Carrying the bookcase on his back, he walked step by step to the deserted village.

It was getting late and I spent the night here tonight, found a thatched hut that no one lived in, cleaned up, slightly exuded the smell of a fierce snake to scare away the rats and bedbugs that lived in the house, put down the bookcase and weapons, spread the blanket, took out a scripture book and lay down on the broken bed to study.

Snakes like shade and even save fire, it is dark outside the window, and the sound of crickets seems to be in the ears.

Wild dogs roared in the distance.

The full moon rises, and the moonlight shines on Bai Yujun's face who is reading a book through the window full of holes......

The vicinity of the village is very calm, and it has not yet been cultivated to the smell of demons, so it is rare to be idle.

Late at night, Bai Yujun couldn't help falling asleep with the scriptures in his hand......

A few black shadows fluttered into the courtyard and wanted to enter the house, but when they got closer, the black gas fluctuated violently and turned around and ran away without a trace.

Morning.

The warm sunlight shines into the thatched hut and slowly moves to the pretty face, the light caresses the pretty face, the eyelashes shake slightly to wake up, and you can sleep lazily after going down the mountain.

casually threw a cleaning spell on his face and hair, put away the blanket, carried the bookcase, and went out with his weapon.

There are still people in the village, the old man and the few women and children stay in the village to struggle, the young man was either taken away by bandits or arrested by the government, a group of skinny people stared at Bai Yujun, their eyes were numb and lifeless, if it didn't rain, they would die one by one, just like those lonely ghosts last night.

That's right, it's ghosts, last night those lonely ghosts wandered in the village to the house where Bai Yujun lived.

Ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts don't need to care, the vigor of the twelve-meter-long snake spirit and blood is dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people, and the strong qi and blood make those ghosts dare not get close, unless it is those evil ghosts.

Bai Yujun has work to do today.

Outside the village.

Not far away is the mass grave, the new graves and the old graves are overlapping and densely packed, and more are simply wrapped in mats and thrown away, and the rotten corpses feed countless wild dogs and rats, and the bones and sticks are pulled everywhere.

Several wild dogs looked at Bai Yujun from a distance, their eyes were blood-red after eating human flesh, and the corners of their mouths were full of saliva from bacteria and viruses.

Quack~quack~!

The dry trees are full of crows, waiting here to compete with wild dogs.

Looking at the large mass grave in front of him, Bai Yujun sighed, this is a big job, I don't know if I can clean it up in two days, put down the bookbox, put on a homemade mask and carry a weapon into the mass grave......

Cleaning up the mass graves is also a task.

There are too many dead people who are prone to evil ghosts, they can't swallow their grievances and come out to do evil, and some corpses turn into zombies by chance, this is the world of Xianxia, anything can happen, what the pure yang disciples have to do is to dispose of these low-level evil things, this kind of work can be done even if the disciples who have just started for less than a year can do it, Bai Yujun is naturally not a problem.

During the day, he had to check which grave was heavy to see if there were any zombies formed, and Bai Yujun held a small simple compass in his hand to search in the middle of the stinky graveyard.

In the years of famine, many people died in vain, and the way to deal with them was determined according to the severity of their grievances.