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Chapter 830 Compassionate All Beings Buddha (2)

That night, Jing Shijialan left again late at night, and Wanyan followed as expected.

It was a coincidence last night, if he goes out again tonight, he must be conspiring with his accomplices!
Jing Shijialan, tonight I need to find the lair where you raise shadows.

Wanyan hurried along, thinking to herself.

This time, Jing Shajialan's destination was the central part of Tianquan, and he was not the only one who went there.

In the late summer of this year, the Central Plains was plagued by insects, and the crops can be said to be useless.

Although it was late at night, people fleeing famine could be seen everywhere on the road.

The world by the roadside is full of locust corpses, and the crops have been riddled with holes and fell weakly in the field.

And on the side of the road, a few steps away, there are corpses of people who starved to death.

Wanyan stood behind the tree, listening to Jing Shijialan say to the old man beside him:

"Xuan Mi, thank you for running with me late at night."

The man lazily said: "Don't dare to work hard, there is a destiny in the honor, how dare the little god not come."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Mi pretended to say:

"It's just... Your lord, there are so many places in the world that are not harvested, and you have to bring the little god to rescue the people every time, how can you manage this?
Your Majesty, you are the god of the whole world, the supreme god. You only need to live in the temple and ensure the general stability of the world. How can you run here and there every day for the sake of the people in this area? "

Disaster relief?

Wanyan held onto the tree's hand, wishing she could crush the tree and burst it.

Disaster relief again!

Wanyan went to look secretly, and saw that the speaker was an old man over half a century old, not tall, with white hair all over his head.

Wanyan knew that this was Gushen Xuanmu.

Although Jing Shijialan was still expressionless, his words were obviously a little gentle, and said:
"Xuan Mu, you just need to leave enough food for them to survive and not flee famine.

For the rest, they still need to be self-reliant. "

Jing Shijialan paused for a moment, then said again:
"Besides, I am the god of the world, but I am also the god of everyone.

What they prayed to devoutly would definitely not be a god who watched them starve to death and would not save them.

All people believe in me, not because I was born as a god, so I should be believed in for granted.

It's because I deserve to be believed. "

Xuan Min glanced at Jing Shijialan, sighed a long time, didn't say anything, turned around and went to the field.

Jing Shijialan stood under the tree alone, the early autumn wind swept his white clothes, he looked at his people with heavy eyes.

Wanyan looked at his back from behind the tree, her gaze became more serious.

Refugees who came and went from the famine were all ashen-faced and devastated.

No one knows that what they pass by is a god who will only be enshrined in the temple''.

At this time, a loud cry rang out among the speechless crowd.

Wanyan went to look, and saw a little girl in ragged clothes, about five or six years old, crying loudly in the crowd, calling mother in a mournful voice.

Beside her was a woman who had fallen on the road and had lost her breath.

The people passing by her back and forth, not only did not stop, but because they were in a hurry, they knocked her to one side.

I have seen so many tragedies that people have become numb.

The girl cried desperately, calling for her mother who could not be called back.

Listening to the wailing, Wanyan herself didn't realize that her eyes were red in an instant.

In Guan's mansion, there was also a girl who knelt on the ground and called her mother heart-piercingly. She was also in such despair, and she couldn't call her mother back.

At this moment, Wanyan suddenly noticed that behind the girl, a huge wooden cart full of goods was stumbling towards it, and it was about to hit the girl soon, but the girl didn't realize the danger at all. is approaching.

Wanyan didn't care if Jing Shijialan would find out, she was about to run towards that girl.

However, in the next second, a person hastily pushed through layers of crowds, and hastened towards the little girl.

Before he could stand still, with a "plop", he knelt down in front of the girl on one knee, grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from the track, and pulled her into his arms.

The girl was stunned for a moment, but maybe she instinctively felt that although the embrace was cold, it was very reliable, so she didn't break free.

In the isolated and helpless world, if you can get a safe embrace, it is a stranger's, and even the desperate people can't refuse it.

The girl's little face covered with snot and tears was tightly buried in Jing Shijialan's chest, crying out of breath.

Jing Shijialan patted her on the back lightly, didn't speak, just listened to her cry quietly.

The supreme god, kneeling in front of a little girl, did not feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

At that moment, the world was a dull gray.

Only him, in white.

Wanyan looked at it, but her heart became more and more sour.

Not everyone will get a hug when they are desperate and helpless.

Some people can only crawl and kneel alone, desperately moving forward.

Jing Shajialan, you are truly merciful to all things and everyone.

But you alone, do not want to have mercy on me.

Sure enough, in your eyes, I am really a hopeless villain...

Forget it...

Wanyan sighed and wiped away her tears.

You have never been merciful to me, and how have I ever been merciful to you.

The little girl didn't know how long she cried, and finally she was so tired that she leaned against Jing Shijialan's arms, only her immature shoulders were still trembling.

Jing Shijialan was still kneeling on the ground, his legs were already stiff, but he never moved.

He rarely said softly:

"After my brother sends your mother to a good place, I will take you to the new home to see if it's okay."

The girl had no strength left, so she just nodded slightly.

Jing Shijialan buried the girl's mother and took the girl away.

In the southern part of Tianquan, in a very secluded small village among the vertical mountain ranges, Jing Shijialan finally fell from the mountain and walked into a small courtyard with the little girl in his arms.

Hearing the noise, a woman came out of the house and saw Jing Shajialan. She was shocked and was about to kneel down immediately, but Jing Shajialan stopped her.

Jing Shijialan took the girl's hand and said to the woman:
"Aunt Wang, this is the little girl I met while fleeing famine, I asked her, her father is missing, and her mother has passed away.

I'll try again to see if I can find her father. Before that, let her be raised with you. "

The woman called Aunt Wang nodded repeatedly.

Jing Shijialan squatted down, looked at the little girl's eyes, and said gently and patiently: "Xiaoyuan, you live with this Aunt Wang first, Aunt Wang will take good care of you, there are many children here with you Play.

When elder brother finds your father, he will bring your father to pick up Xiaoyuan, okay? "

　Oh mo oh mo oh mo oh mo, Brother Lang is so gentle and kind~

　　So why on earth do you only have bad looks at Sister Yan?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)