Chapter 65 Fate
When Zuo Chen returned to the center of Changshan Town, Xiao Changcheng had gathered all the corpses sleeping on the ground together, pulled off the inedible cloth from nearby, and covered their faces superior.
"Master Dao, you are back."
Xiao Changcheng's face was neither sad nor happy, as if the people he just sent away were not the relatives and friends he had grown up with, but a group of unfortunate people living in the wilderness. A stranger who lost his life.
“Back.”
After calming down, Xiao Changcheng felt a little curious.
"Master Dao, where were you just now?"
"Except for being a nuisance." Zuo Chen got on the donkey cart and seemed to be thinking about something and stopped talking.
Seeing that Zuo Chen didn't want to talk, Xiao Changcheng didn't ask any more questions, but recalled what had just happened in his mind:
Four big guys suddenly came out from behind the crowd just now, their faces full of expressions. The fierce light did not look like a good person, but Zuo Chen just glanced at them, and the four of them rolled their eyes, lay on the ground twitching, foaming at the mouth, and died not long after.
Then Zuo Chen said that there was a danger in Xuzhou nearby, so he got off the donkey cart and walked straight to the evil pot with billowing smoke.
He stretched out his foot and kicked the whole pot into the air with a bang. All the soup inside was lifted into the air. Zuo Chen blew a fierce breath and turned into a ghost and dissipated.
When the pot fell to the ground, it cracked along the middle. The left side rolled on the ground and the right side spun in place. It lost all its evil spirit and became scrap metal.
After finishing breaking the pot, Zuo Chen stood up and flew into the clouds without seeing anyone in the blink of an eye.
The speed was so fast that Xiao Changcheng didn't even react.
The evil pot that he had just put a lot of effort into confronting was unable to withstand even the slightest bit in front of Master Dao.
But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.
After all, Taoist Master is a god. Wouldn’t a god just slap him when he hits an ordinary iron?
After Zuo Chen left, Xiao Changcheng did not dare to move, so he collected the bodies of the villagers around him.
On the other hand, the girl in Caiyi who had been following Zuo Chen did something beyond Xiao Changcheng's expectations.
Xiao Changchen thought she was the kind of delicate person who couldn't do rough work, but he didn't expect to see her working. She also got off the donkey cart and called out the little children to help carry the body.
Six of the seven move, and one directs. The six can be divided into three teams. In the team, one moves the head and the other moves the foot. All the corpses nearby were disposed of quite quickly.
As expected, he is a person who follows the Taoist priest. He is capable and kind-hearted, and he will help others.
Now that the Taoist Master is back, Xiao Changcheng asked Zuo Chen for instructions:
"Master Taoist, I am going to find my mother first."
Zuo Chen nodded, and Xiao Changcheng hurried forward.
The donkey cart followed behind, the wheels making a sound on the bluestone.
Take another two steps forward and see someone building a wall with tables, chairs and benches. Liang Yimei said:
“This is the villagers from the west of the town to prevent the east of the town from coming. It was erected in the middle of the night. After drinking the soup, the villagers in Zhendong became very confused and could not move the tables and chairs, so the wall separated the two sides.
"Now the gods. Once the disaster is over, the wall can be opened. ”
Without saying a word, Xiao Changcheng walked to the tables, chairs and benches, moved them one by one to clear a path, and walked in first, followed by the donkey cart.
After passing the wall of tables and chairs, a group of people officially entered Zhenxi.
Before they took two steps, they saw a few little heads popping up at the entrance of the alley.
They were dirty and their hair was messy. Some of the children had braids on both sides that were even crooked. The most conspicuous one had his head tilted, with one braid on the upper left side of his head and one on the lower right side of his ear.
They are all hungry and thin children.
There was fear on the faces of these little heads, but after seeing that it was Xiao Changcheng who came in, the fear disappeared and turned into joy.
"Brother Xiao is back! Brother Xiao is back!"
A few cheers rang out, and the children ducked into the alley.
Not long after, some ragged figures appeared in the alley.
They all have thin faces and young eyes, and the living souls among the three souls and seven souls seem to be much weaker.
But when they saw Xiao Changcheng, they still had smiles on their faces.
Some people looked around and sighed:
“You really didn’t find any food?”
“There is only Xiao Xiao, where are the others?”
“Isn’t there a donkey over there?”
"I just don't know if the Taoist priest is willing to give it to us."
Xiao Changcheng looked at Zuo Chen nervously. Zuo Chen was not annoyed and pulled a large bucket directly from the bamboo basket. The bucket is full of white rice porridge!
This strange and mysterious magical ability made the surrounding townspeople's eyes widen.
"Colorful clothes, take a spoon and serve porridge."
Zuo Chen took out another large iron spoon and threw it directly to Caiyi.
Caiyi took it and nodded in agreement.
"Tell the folks to get the bowls."
Zuo Chen spoke to Xiao Changcheng again, and Xiao Changcheng nodded hurriedly and said loudly:
"Folks! I'm here to invite you. I found a Taoist priest! He is kind and willing to share the porridge with us! Go home and get a bowl!”
The eyes of the villagers around were widened. Seeing that the god was really making porridge, they couldn't care so much about it. They kicked the soles of their feet one by one and hurried home to get the bowls.
While walking, I cheered:
“There is a fairy, Shmi!”
“There is a god, Shmi!”
Passed from person to person Even if there are no firecrackers, suonas, or gongs, just people holding bowls, it is still more lively than the Chinese New Year.
After a while, this group of villagers were pushed over, and people were pushed forward one after another. The scene was a bit chaotic.
Xiao Changcheng looked left and right, suddenly took a deep breath and shouted:
"Line up on both sides of the donkey cart road! Everyone has a share, eat If you are still hungry, go to the end of the queue! If you are hungry, go to the front. If you are still hungry, please stay back! >His loud shout was full of momentum, and the villagers around him shuddered slightly after hearing it. They lined up in two rows, holding bowls and looking at the donkey cart from afar.
Caiyi took a big spoon and started scooping out the porridge, and only then did she realize that there were some fish skins floating in the porridge, which must have been mixed with some meat.
Scoop it on the left side, and the porridge will automatically return to its original shape. Scoop it on the right side, and the fish skin that was scooped up will float up again.
Caiyi couldn't handle it all by herself, so she called the little kids out to help.
The golden girl in Zuo Chen's sleeves also wanted to come out and help share the porridge, but she was so small that it was difficult to hold a spoon, so she could only scream anxiously beside her.
The folks waiting for the porridge next to them were also stunned, thinking that the donkey cart was full of gods.
Even the donkey pulling the cart in front raised his head and looked very excited.
Just walking like this, we divided the porridge all the way. There was no shortage of porridge in the big bucket, but more and more people were full.
Everyone's face was full of satisfaction, except Xiao Changcheng who was getting more and more anxious
He looked left and right, but still couldn't find the familiar figure, so he grabbed the one who had just The townspeople who had eaten:
"Where is my mother? Where is my mother?"
This town citizen still had a smile on his face, but when he heard Xiao Changcheng ask this question, his smile froze. Lived.
Xiao Changcheng suddenly lost his temper.
He grabbed someone else again:
"Where is my mother?"
"Where is my mother?"
He asked three or four times in a row, but It's still the same expression.
In an instant, he seemed to have lost three souls, and his heels were weak.
Going forward, there is a house at the end of the street. The house is not big and the door is open.
Seeing this house, the noisy and bustling townspeople gradually stopped talking, and Caiyi slowed down in dividing the porridge.
Zuo Chen sat in the car and looked at the house, sighing deeply.
Xiao Changcheng entered the house in despair.
There was a soft couch on the ground in the front of the house, and an old lady was lying on the soft couch.
Weight loss.
Close your eyes peacefully.
He has been dead for a long time.
Xiao Changcheng knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes blank.
After a long time, he turned back, but he couldn't even shed tears. He just had a withered face, as if he was dead:
"Master Tao,
"My mother is starving to death. ”
Grandpas, please read it!!
(End of this chapter)