Chapter 629 Refugees

   "The aura of the Eight Desolation World is so strong, comparable to our Kyushu."

   "Indeed, in this environment, it's no wonder that there can be eight tribulation passages."

   "In the past, I just heard about some deeds in Bahuang, and didn't pay attention to it. When I got here, I discovered that Bahuang is the world of stars."

   "Mortals and cultivators coexist on the same planet, and the cultivators who rule this planet are the star masters."

   "The area composed of living planets is called the star domain, and above the star master is the fusion period we saw, called the domain master."

  The three of them turned into mortals, landed on a most ordinary planet of life, walked on the official road leading to the imperial city, and discussed the information just collected.

   "The realms of domain masters vary from big to small, and the number of living planets they rule ranges from dozens to hundreds."

   "Above the hundred domain masters, there are eight desolate masters."

   "Based on this calculation, there are more people in Bahuang than in Kyushu, but the proportion of monks is very small."

  Star Lord, Territory Lord, and Desolate Lord, these are the ruling class of the Eight Desolation.

   "As for the three immortals mentioned by Lord Qianhuang, there are only some rumors that are based on rumors, which are not true."

  Jiang Li shook his head, the news on this planet is too closed, there are several countries on the planet, the so-called history books only record the history of this country.

  Myths and legends are also mainly about the legends of the Star Lord, only mentioning the "Domain Lord" and "Desolation Lord" in a few words, the reference value is almost equal to zero, and there is no useful information.

   "Ordinary people use copper plates as currency, but an ordinary book costs three taels of silver, and only official and business families can afford it."

   "Mortals have distinct classes. Peasants remain farmers all their lives. They have no money, cannot read books, and it is impossible to pass the imperial examination to become an official in the court."

  The three of them came to the gate of the imperial city, and before they could observe carefully, they heard noisy voices coming from the gate.

   "Get out, unsightly pariah! Your Majesty is merciful, it is a great fortune for you to wait outside the city, but you are pushing an inch and wanting to enter the imperial city."

   "You don't even look at your appearance. It's as dirty as if you crawled out of the mud. You don't even have a complete piece of clothing. What face do you have to enter the city?"

  The city gate guards threw a few refugees out of the city, with disgust on their faces, and kept cursing.

   There are not just a few refugees outside the city, but tens of thousands of refugees. They are hungry, emaciated, poorly clothed, and live in temporary tents.

  This situation reminded Jiang Li of the refugees he saw in the zombie world, and it was as if he was leaving.

  Bai Hongtu and Yuyin are a little uncomfortable with this situation. There have been no refugees in Kyushu for thousands of years.

   "Good man, please show kindness, can you give this child something to eat?" Seeing that the three of Jiang Li were dressed in gorgeous clothes, either rich or expensive, a woman knelt down in front of Jiang Li, begging for food.

  The woman was so skinny that if she hadn't observed carefully, she wouldn't be able to tell whether she was a man or a woman. She was holding a child in her arms, and she was starving.

  Bai Hongtu squatted down, touched the child's little hand, and said in surprise: "Your child is so hot, it's a fever, and needs to be treated quickly."

  How can a woman have money for medical treatment?

  Bai Hongtu also knew the woman's difficulties, so he took out a elixir and fed it to the child. The elixir turned into a stream of water and entered the child's body. The child's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

  Yuyin took out some food and wanted to distribute it to women and children. When a group of refugees saw that there was food, they quickly surrounded Yuyin and reached out to her for food.

  The situation of these refugees is similar to that of women.

  Just as Yuyin was about to take out more food, he heard a gong beating.

   "Dinner is ready, hey, hey, people over there, if you don't come and line up, you won't have your share of today's meal!"

  When the refugees heard this, they stopped pestering Yuyin, and quickly turned around, picked up the broken bowl, and came to line up at the soup kitchen.

  The person who beat the gong has a loud voice, and the chassis is very stable. It can be seen that he has practiced for a while.

  He moved hundreds of catties of porridge from the cart without panting.

  The man who beat the gong asked his companions to give out porridge, and came to Jiangli by himself.

   "Who are you young lady, take out food in front of the refugees, be careful that the refugees rush up and **** all the valuables from you!"

  Jiang Li clasped his fists: "Thank you brother for saving the siege, where did these refugees come from, and why did the court ignore them?"

  When the person who hit the gong saw him talking like this, Jiang Li's attitude was also polite, and his momentum eased.

   "My name is Feng Qiang, master of Qingfeng Wuguan. A few months ago, there was a flood in the south, which washed away the crops, and some areas had no crops. The imperial court allocated funds and were corrupted by all levels. People in those places had to leave their homes and come to the imperial city to ask the imperial court for some food."

   "But now the Hualong Sect, the sect where the star master belongs to, is coming to the court to inspect, and the court has no time to control these people. The master is kind-hearted, and asked me to come here to give porridge to do good deeds. It's just that our Qingfeng Martial Art Museum doesn't have much money, and the daily porridge can only ensure that they don't starve to death."

   "The South sent out water, but Hualongzong didn't move?"

  Feng Qiang seemed to hear a very funny joke, and laughed: "Action? How can those monks care about the lives of mortals?"

  Feng Qiang sarcastically said: "In my opinion, it won't be long before the imperial court will drive these people ten miles away from the imperial city on the grounds that they are unsightly, so as not to dirty the eyes of Lord Hualongzong."

   "Everyone knows the Holy One's desire to seek immortality. It is impossible for the five elements to cultivate immortality. The Holy One still devotes all his heart to Hualongzong, begging them to come down with the method of cultivating immortals."

  Feng Qiang realized that he had talked too much, so he quickly shut up and changed the subject: "If the young masters and ladies want to do charity, you can donate some money, and our Qingfeng Martial Arts will do it for you to buy food."

  Bai Hongtu took out some gold and handed it to Feng Qiang. Feng Qiang was taken aback: "You guys are really rich. With this money, the refugees can definitely buy enough food to eat for the coming year."

   "I don't know the names of a few, so that the refugees can express their thanks."

   "My name is Jiang Li. These two are Bai Hongtu and Yuyin. We are monks, not from a certain family."

   "Cultivator?" Feng Qiang was stunned. In his impression, monks were not so kind.

   Even the Zongmen servants at the first level of Qi training walk sideways here, looking down on them who practice martial arts.

   "I see that you have a long breath and steady steps. You should be a martial arts practitioner. I wonder if you can talk about martial arts with us?"

  Feng Qiang sighed, a little inferior: "There is nothing to talk about in martial arts, it's just a trick to bluff people."

   "The source of martial arts can no longer be studied. It is said that it is because our five-element spiritual roots cannot be cultivated, and cultivation is a waste of spiritual energy."

   "Some people are unwilling to be oppressed by monks for a lifetime, so they create martial arts, trying to stand on the same platform as monks."

   "It's a pity that although martial arts were created, we have also become slaves."

   "Slave?"

  Feng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cyan pattern on his arm: "This is the slave mark planted by Hualongzong. Anyone who practices martial arts must plant this mark. If anyone who practices martial arts without a slave mark is found, he will be killed on the spot."

   "Some people call us Wunu."

  (end of this chapter)