klisemfg Chapter 927 Good Cause
Chapter 927 Good Cause
Stimulated by Chang Qing's words, the heated discussion among the crowd suddenly stopped. Everyone shrank their necks, a trace of fear flashed across their eyes, and looked at the young man. Some people were even frightened and stepped back frantically, but in their panic they stepped on someone else's foot. The person who stepped on the foot quickly stepped back and stepped on someone else's foot again, causing a wailing sound.
Soon everyone came to their senses, and the scene suddenly changed: "Oh, I knew he was a talent when I saw him, and I was right."
"Needless to say, just by looking at his face, he's a very capable person!"
"A hero emerges from youth, I admire you!!"
"That's good too, beautiful! She's beautiful and kind-hearted!"
Amidst the constant praise, Yun Qinghan lost himself, and Changqing was secretly impressed. Are these people learning how to change faces? They change their expressions so quickly!
But what made Changqing curious was that some people had a hint of disappointment in their eyes, for some reason!
The man took a deep breath, stepped forward, and clasped his fists. "Greetings, fellow Taoist. I am Tian Qiuan, the mayor of Chiyuan Town. May I ask your name, and why you have separated the bodies of these people?"
Are you here to test my strength? Chang Qing waved his hand hurriedly, "I'm not worthy of it, fellow Daoist. I'm just naturally stronger. We're not cultivators, just tourists. As for the arrangement of these corpses, it's a divination technique passed down by our ancestors. It allows us to see the relationship between the corpses, allowing them to be buried with their loved ones, thus dispelling the evil and resentment of this place. Oh, by the way, my name is Liu Jiakai."
The man pretended to be surprised, but there was more doubt in his eyes, but he hid it very well.
Yun Qinghan looked at Chang Qing strangely. This guy actually stole Jun Buqiu's name. How shameless! He rolled his eyes and said, "Li Yuesu."
Zhong Baixuan and Ling Yu looked at each other: "Yan Tunan, Yan Feidu."
Jie Xinyu: "Ran Ruo!"
The five of them tacitly put on a vest. Five sneezes rang out simultaneously from all corners of the world, the closest one not far from here.
The man nodded. He couldn't figure out the men's origins for the time being, but seeing they held no ill will, he immediately instructed Zhenming, "Get moving! Everyone, get moving! One hundred men, collect the nearby corpses. Two hundred, dig the pit. Leave a dozen or so to carry the quicklime and ash."
The man turned around and said to the others, "Sorry to bother you guys more."
“As it should be!”
The rain from the sky continued to fall without any sign of stopping. Changqing calculated in his heart that this rain had lasted for several days and there was no sign of stopping. He didn't know what would happen next.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. The villagers seemed to be very familiar with this situation and used to it...
The sky gradually brightened, shining on nearly two hundred simple tombs in the woods on both sides. The clay figures looked at the scattered quicklime and wood ash and all breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man who had helped them out, twisting the mud and water from the corner of his clothes, came forward and said, "If you don't mind, please go to the front and rest for a while."
The man also stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes, we must take a break. It has been raining for many days, and the road downstream is already muddy. Let's wait for the weather to clear up."
After a busy night, even the five people who had been tempered by the blood and energy hammer felt tired and naturally agreed.
With a whistle, several wild donkeys, their fur gleaming, burst out of the forest, drawing gasps and shimmering glances from the townspeople who had come with them. The donkeys came trudging closer, remarkably docile. The reason was simple: after eating the fodder these people had provided, they were finally enjoying a taste of city food. The rich, succulent herbs were far superior to the wild grasses along the roadside.
The road leading downstream had been cleared. Changqing sat on the donkey with his eyes closed, concentrating. At the moment when each grave was covered with soil, a sense of clarity and righteousness spread throughout his body, breaking through the stuffiness and heaviness of the evil consequences. It was as if he had been holding it in for a long time and suddenly felt comfortable by taking a breath of fresh air.
As if he had realized something, this clear air came from nowhere and fell on the Yang fish of the Yin-Yang Taoist seed, starting to balance the unbalanced situation. Where the two combined, a familiar breath suddenly appeared - that was the fluctuation of cause and effect!
The laws are actually showing signs of consolidation.
This method works! After seeing the tragic state of these corpses for so long, my numb state of mind began to waver again.
The man on the cart secretly looked at Chang Qing twice, but he really didn't notice the spiritual energy in the other party, and his brows relaxed slightly.
Zhong Baixuan rode his donkey forward and asked in a gentle voice, "Mayor, are there any remaining rooms in Chiyuan Town? Ideally, one with a hot shower. I've been traveling for days and am practically covered in mushrooms."
"This..." The man sighed, feeling very heavy. "The flash flood came suddenly, and many people in Chiyuan Town didn't have time to react and were swept away. Fortunately, the surrounding forests were dense, and many people were stuck in the water. That's how they managed to save their lives. Half of the houses in Chiyuan Town are still submerged in water."
Zhong Baixuan took a deep breath and looked at the townspeople following behind him. There were only about five hundred of them. "Could it be..."
"All the women, the old and the young were sent to the caves on the mountain. Even so, less than 40% of the townspeople survived." The man sighed, his expression filled with sorrow.
"So many!" Yun Qinghan opened his mouth wide, his face puzzled as he asked, "I see the corpses have been stored here for at least several days, untreated. I see you have an extraordinary aura, brother. I think you are a well-regarded cultivator. Have you never asked Zilinyuan for help?"
The bitterness on the man's face grew even more intense, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with indignation and helplessness. "Zi Lin Yuan? How could those high-ranking immortals care about the lives of mortals? We can't get any support, so we can only... wait to die!"
Yun Qinghan lowered his head. This was the truth. He was devoted to the Tao and lived in a high place. How could he see the sufferings of the world?
Soon, thousands of hectares of lakes appeared before everyone's eyes, and many ancient roofs emerged from the water. Only from among these roofs could they vaguely see that this was Chiyuan Town.
The turbid lake water was filled with mud and sand, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The townspeople went into the jungle and walked towards the mountain nearby. They could vaguely see a building with a green glazed roof standing on the mountain.
Not far away, dozens of trucks loaded with iron, stone, minerals, and medicinal herbs were parked high up on the road. A young man, directing his men on guard duty, gazed at the lake with a worried look. "A day ago, the lake was only ten feet deep. Now it looks like it's several feet high. If it continues to be blocked, it will cause another flash flood, and the villages downstream will probably suffer as well."
But after the young man approached Changqing, his lips moved slightly and he left quickly.
The people in this caravan acted efficiently and decisively, and were obviously armed. Their waists were bulging, and it was obvious that they were carrying weapons. They were quite alert to the situation around them.
Dammed lake. Chang Qing turned to the man and said, "Could the mayor please send a few people to the villages downstream to notify them to evacuate as soon as possible?"
"Don't worry, young man. I'll take care of this." The man gave a few instructions to a few smart young men.
The mountain road was beyond Changqing's expectations. It was surprisingly easy to walk on. Even after days of heavy rain, there was not a single moss growing on the rocks. It was obvious that many people walked on this road on weekdays. Looking at the small temple on the mountain, it was obviously an ancestral temple. Could it be that these people were so filial that they often went up the mountain?