Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 627 We Are Xuan People

It was the officials of Qiancheng Kingdom who took these beggars into the shantang.

But the old beggar said that it was all Xuan Guo's fault.

Once the Xuanren left, they could leave the shantang.

There may be some truth to this statement.

When Xuan Guo died, they would have something to eat.

This sentence is obviously illogical.

Yang Wu asked the old beggar: "Our Qiancheng Kingdom is starving, what does it have to do with Xuanguo?"

The old beggar looked mysterious and said: "You don't even know this? Xuanguo is bad, they are the worst, they don't let Yu Xianguo sell us grain, Yu Xianguo has a lot of grain, with Yu Xianguo's grain, we can all have enough to eat .”

Who wouldn't let Yu Xianguo sell grain?Who said all this?
The old beggar hadn't eaten for two days, and he couldn't even sit still, so he had the strength to scold Xuan Guo.

Not only the old beggar, but the young puppet entertainer was also scolding: "Our husband and wife have traveled all over the world for these years, and business is not easy to do anywhere. It is all caused by Xuan Guo."

Yang Wu asked in surprise, "The business of the puppet show is not good, so is Xuan Guo to blame?"

"Xuan Guo harmed us. We are starving, and we can't even get enough to eat. How can we have money to watch puppet shows!"

Another old woman shouted: "Xuanguo is bad, they are the worst. If it weren't for them, Tunu would not ask us for so much food every year."

Yang Wu stretched his neck and said, "Tunu country wants food, what's the matter with Xuan country?"

"Because Xuanguo seized Tunu's land, Tunu had no food to eat, so he asked us for food!"

Yang Wudao: "In the final analysis, isn't Tu Nu bullying you?"

The old woman let out a long sigh: "This is the wisdom of the Shangbang, how can it be said clearly in a few words, regardless of the reason, is it not Xuanguo's fault?"

Yang Wu walked around the shantang, and found that Qian Chengren had an empty belly, but he was very good at analyzing the world's major events.

Roughly counting the number of beggars, there are more than 300 people.

Yang Wu concluded that half of these people would not last tonight.

……

In the East Yard of Yuyao Palace, Brother Xing went to the stable and picked up the materials to feed Xu Zhiqiong's horse.

The groom said from the side: "You don't need to do this, you can follow Master Hou to write."

"Master Hou is not here, so I'll drop by to help."

The two seemed to be chatting casually, and the groom took the opportunity to pick up the fodder and asked in a low voice, "Where did he go?"

Brother Xing whispered: "He said he was going to take a nap, went into the back room, and disappeared in a blink of an eye."

"Let's see if he comes back tonight, and tell me tomorrow morning."

"I won't come tomorrow morning. I always run to the stables, for fear of arousing suspicion."

"This is the master's order. You must see me at least twice a day."

Someone passed by the door of the stable, but Brother Xing didn't dare to speak.

A sergeant passed by the stables, just passing by.

When the sergeant walked away, Brother Xing patted the dust on his hands: "I should go back too."

"Remember, twice a day, if you don't look for me, I'll look for you!" The groom's voice was low, but his expression was fierce.

Brother Xing went back to the yard tremblingly, and saw Xu Zhiqiong waving at him.

Brother Xing hurried forward: "Master Hou, what are your orders?"

Xu Zhiqiong said: "I asked the kitchen to prepare more than 200 catties of rice, and you help me put it in the bag."

Rice in a bag?

Brother Xing scratched his head: "Put it in a bag, but what do you want to do?"

"Pretend it and eat it, it tastes good."

Xu Zhiqiong called the senior sister, and the three of them put the rice into four cloth bags, each bag containing more than 50 catties.

Xu Zhiqiong carried one bag, Brother Xing carried one bag, Yu Chilan carried two bags, and the three arrived in the west of the city by means of a magic circle.

Along the alley, the three of them ran hundreds of feet with their pockets on their backs, and arrived outside a compound.

The courtyard wall is very high, Xu Zhiqiong said to Brother Xing: "Can you turn it over?"

Brother Xing shook his head.

In fact, he could turn it over, but he was afraid that he would lose his cultivation in front of Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong used a hidden ladder technique, and painted a few strokes on the wall, injecting the power of yin and yang and the power of imagery, and there were a few bumps on the originally flat wall, which can be used as pedals and grabs. hand.

Brother Xing used these bumps to climb up the wall, followed by Xu Zhiqiong and Yu Chilan with their pockets on their backs.

Inside the courtyard wall, there are people everywhere.

You don't need to look carefully, Brother Xing knows who it is.

He is familiar with this smell, the smell of beggars.

In Wang'anjing, there are many beggars every year who gather together in a flower house for the winter.

When most of the beggars can't stand it anymore, when there are almost as many dead bodies as living people in the house, this is the smell in Huazi's room.

This compound is exactly that philanthropic hall.

Below the courtyard wall are more than 300 beggars waiting to die.

Xu Zhiqiong said to Brother Xing and Yu Chilan: "Let's go down now and divide the two bags of rice, so that every living beggar can eat rice, and we can't alarm the officials outside."

Yu Chilan said: "I will give them points, and I will let them not fight or rob!"

The elder sister was about to go down with the rice on her back, but Brother Xing stepped forward and stopped her.

These are beggars who are dying of starvation, and people who are dying of starvation cannot understand human speech.

As long as Yu Chilan takes out a grain of rice, no matter what she says, even if she pulls out the knife, the people below will scramble into a mess.

Carrying a bag of rice and a rice bowl, Brother Xing quietly jumped into the yard.

He walked up to an old man, gently pushed the old man to wake up, scooped out a bowl of rice with the rice bowl, and silently put it in the old man's hand.

The old man was surprised when he saw the rice.

Brother Xing waved his hand to signal him to keep quiet.

The old man didn't make a sound, and the old man was afraid of being robbed, so he quickly stuffed the rice into his mouth.

Brother Xing took another handful of rice and stuffed it into the hands of the puppet artist.

The puppet artist took the rice and was reluctant to eat it, wanting to give it to his wife.

Brother Xing quickly stuffed his wife.

Don't push, don't let, don't toss, don't let others see, just eat it quickly.

Brother Xing went to the other person and stuffed a handful of rice, just like this, each person stuffed it one by one, he stuffed it fast, and the beggar was also in a hurry to eat, no one really had time to grab it.

Yu Chilan said: "I have learned, I will also go down to share the rice."

Xu Zhiqiong said: "This is not so easy to learn, let Brother Xing do it."

Brother Xing moved fast enough, and people can remember it accurately. The two bags of rice were distributed in a blink of an eye, and all the living beggars got a bite.

But he moved too fast.

This time even Yu Chilan saw that the situation was wrong: "Brother Xing, you are so good at this, did you learn the way of killing yourself? Or do you have other cultivation bases?"

Brother Xing lowered his head and secretly glanced at Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong didn't seem to hear, and waved his hand towards the wall.

Niu Yuxian understood, took the lantern man with him, put down the guard at the gate, and opened the gate of the shantang.

Xu Zhiqiong told Brother Xing: "Take them away, follow me, don't make trouble."

As soon as the door opened, the beggar wanted to rush out, but when he saw the man with the lantern at the door, he was too frightened to move.

Brother Xing stepped forward, grabbed the beggars and took them out one by one.

Beggars are afraid of official posts, and they are even more afraid of these official posts in strange clothes.

But they believed in Brother Xing, because Brother Xing gave them something to eat.

"Go, walk slowly, no one speaks, follow me!"

Brother Xing repeated these few words over and over again, and quietly brought out the beggar from the yard.

Looking at his dirty hands, his sweat-soaked clothes, and the mud and snot all over his face, Xu Zhiqiong smiled.

He walked in the front and ran out of the alley with the beggars.

After eating the rice, the beggars had some strength, and followed Xu Zhiqiong to run out two blocks, a few old ones fell behind, Niu Yuxian got a car, and a few young beggars dragged them forward.

After running to the third street, Xu Zhiqiong stopped suddenly and signaled everyone to stay still.

Ahead came a group of officials on night watch.

Xu Zhiqiong gathered the beggars in the alley, and Tong Qingqiu and Tong Qingqiu used tricks to create illusion formations at both ends of the alley.

The beggars huddled in the alley, not daring to take a breath.

The night guards, with lanterns on, slowly passed by the entrance of the alley. There were a dozen of them in total. Some of them occasionally looked into the alley, but they saw nothing.

The puppet artist's wife cried out in fright, and the artist gagged her mouth.

Seeing the officer walk over, Brother Xing let out a sigh of relief.

The beggars also let out a sigh of relief.

Xu Zhiqiong took the beggar and ran down the city wall. Now the question is, how did they get out of the city?

If they don't leave the city, these people won't be able to survive tonight, and they will have to be arrested as beggars.

But if you want to go out of the city, the city gate has been closed long ago, and the gate will not be opened until dawn.

And it's useless to open the door, and it's impossible for the sergeants guarding the door to let these beggars out.

Xu Zhiqiong had been prepared for a long time, and moved out a clay vat to grind ink for Brother Tong first.

This ink cannot be ground in advance, it must be mixed with yin and yang, and it must be ground immediately after use.

Tong Qingqiu picked up a brush that was as tall as a person, dipped the ink in the crock pot, turned to Xu Zhiqiong and said, "This city wall is too thick, and I'm not good at learning the skills, and I don't know if I'm smart or not."

Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry about painting, brother can trust you!"

Tong Qingqiu jumped up, and with a swipe of a brush, he drew a city gate on the city wall.

The ink seeped into the masonry, and the masonry surrounded by the ink began to twist and deform.

After more than 100 sucks, the distorted bricks and stones were pitch black, and gusts of cold wind blew from the bricks and stones.

Tong Qingqiu said to Xu Zhiqiong: "I can support a cup of tea and tell them to go!"

Xu Zhiqiong greeted: "Go!"

No one dared to go.

Qiancheng people don't believe in strange powers and gods, but now Tong Qingqiu drew a door on the wall, it's dark, who dares to go in?

Xu Zhiqiong greeted several times, but there was no response.

Brother Xing stepped forward first, grabbed a little beggar who was about his age, and walked into the city gate.

They need a leader.

After sending the little beggar outside the city, Brother Xing ran back and sent the old man out...

After going back and forth like this, after running a few times, the beggars dared to leave, and followed Brother Xing to the outside of the city.

The sergeants on patrol at the top of the city didn't notice the city wall, and more than 300 beggars followed Xu Zhiqiong to the wilderness.

After stopping, Xu Zhiqiong wiped off his sweat and smiled at the beggars.

"Hey Hey!"

The beggar didn't know why, so he also smiled at Xu Zhiqiong.

"Hey Hey!"

Xu Zhiqiong took out the money bag, handed it to Brother Xing, and gave each beggar a drop of money.

There were two bags of rice left, and Brother Xing gave everyone another bowl.

The beggars held the rice in their hands and devoured it hungrily, but the puppet artist found that Xu Zhiqiong and others were slowly disappearing into the night.

The puppet artist chased after him: "Grandfather, please stop."

A group of beggars followed, but they didn't dare to get too close.

The puppet artist looked at Xu Zhiqiong, but he didn't dare to come forward to talk to him. He looked down at Brother Xing and said, "Engong, can you leave a name? Whether it's true or not, it's just a thought after all. This life was given by Engong, so you have to give it to me." Benedict kowtows, thank you!"

Xu Zhiqiong whispered a few words to Brother Xing.

Brother Xing puffed out his chest and repeated Xu Zhiqiong's words:
"We are Xuan people! Xuan people don't kowtow to others, and don't need others to kowtow!"

The puppet artist was dumbfounded, and the beggars froze in place.

Xu Zhiqiong left quietly with everyone.

Back in the city, Tong Qingqiu said to Xu Zhiqiong: "I'm afraid there are more than one philanthropic halls like this. Before dawn, let's make another vote."

Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said, "Brother, what you said is wrong. What do you mean doing another vote before dawn? Don't you just stop doing it when it's dawn?"

Tong Qingqiu said with a smile: "That divine emperor Qiancheng, I'm afraid I will hate you to death!"

Xu Zhiqiong also laughed: "Who made him have the guts to come to me!"

(End of this chapter)