Gou becomes a boss in the fairy world.

Chapter 267
What's going on here?
Wang Chen, who had just returned to Dongwu Village, couldn't believe his eyes.

This Sanxiu city is located in a remote location, occupying a very small spiritual vein, which the Zongmen sect doesn't like at all.

There are tens of thousands of permanent residents inside and outside the Walled City, and the number of monks exceeds [-]%.

Among the many foreign cities, Dongwu Village is far from the largest, but it is not too small.

The most unusual thing about Dongwu Village is that its controller is a Master Zifu!
Of course it's not the only one.

Back then, Wang Chen chose Dongwu Village as the place to cultivate, and it was also carefully selected.

I feel that this place is still very suitable for me.

But he didn't expect at all that Dongwu village had undergone great changes after he left for more than half a month.

Countless stone and wooden houses were built outside the city wall. Since there was no plan, it looked messy, and only a road in and out of the city gate was left in the middle.

Loose cultivators, warriors, and mortals who came out of nowhere became the new residents of Dongwu Village.

There are a large number of refugees.

Wang Chen walked all the way, and what he heard in his ears were all kinds of noises, cries, and pleadings.

This scattered repair city has turned into a refugee camp!

"Master Xianshi, please do me a favor, give me a stutter."

Thin hands stretched out to him, eyes full of expectation and pleading.

Pray for a little mercy and eat.

A small number of beggars are mortals, and most of them are in the metamorphosis stage. We young people are old and frail, pulling one or several older children in rags.

Those children were all yellow and thin, some were skinny, and some were dying of hunger.

However, the monks passing by had expressions on their faces, and would kick anyone who dared to block the way.

Shi Ding stopped behind a pair of mother and man.

The mother and the boy were also mortals, wearing thin clothes in the cold winter months, curled up beside the stone house and shivering.

Seeing Shi Ding, the pale man tried his best to squeeze out a flattering smile: "Xian, Master Xian..."

You hugged the sleeping big boy tightly in your arms.

Shi Ding secretly sighed.

I took out an animal skin jacket from the storage bag and put it under the two of them.

Although Fan Xin has long been afraid of the cold and heat.

But for the sake of changing my appearance, I store various clothes outside the storage bag.

The man said sincerely and fearfully, "Thank you, thank you, Master Immortal!"

These refugees around you immediately cast envious and jealous eyes on you, among them are coveting eyes!
Shi Ding's gaze swept away, and those refugees immediately retracted their heads, all of them were terrified and stingy, and dared to take a breath.

"He, he, without them!"

Shi Ding tapped his fingers and pointed out a few women who seemed to be relatively weak and strong: "Go and collect firewood for you, the less the better, you will not be punished!"

"As ordered!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the refugees who were pointed out jumped out immediately.

He happily ran to collect firewood.

There are continuous mountains around Dongwu Village, and the forest coverage rate is extremely low. The most lacking thing is trees.

As long as you are willing to work hard to cut down, you can have as much firewood as you want.

And some refugees who were not pointed out, but were quite clever, also ran to cut wood and firewood.

In our minds, it would be a loss to help the immortal master!
Shi Ding also took care of us, and ordered other refugees to find stones for their own use.

If any of those refugees dared to agree, Jia Xia Shi Ding made some promises, so all of them used their breastfeeding strength to collect the materials I needed from a distance.

Stones are the most special and valuable things, and there are nowhere around them, so mountains piled up behind the stone tripods very quickly.

Fan Xin cast some spells.

I first softened all the small and big stones into mud.

Immediately afterwards, small eight-legged tripods were kneaded out.

Before the eight-legged tripod is formed, the stone tripod is then applied with solid mud to form stones, and they are solidified into soft dust.

Although Shi Ding's craftsmanship is lacklustre, the eight-legged tripods made out of them are all ugly.

But it has no effect on my next actions.

When the four small tripods were completed, the refugees who went to collect firewood one after another also returned.

Moreover, the logging team has increased to less than a hundred people, among them are warriors who are lacking in skill and vigor.

Fan Xin asked why, and asked us to pile the felled firewood on top of the eight-legged tripod.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people gathered around.

A small number of onlookers were refugees and beggars, and few looked at the silent monks.

Everyone is very curious - what exactly does Fan Xin want to do?
In full view, Shi Ding asked the refugees to fetch water from a distant stream and pour it into four small eight-legged tripods.

When the four eight-legged tripods were filled with about [-]% of the stream water, I took out the white corn from the storage bag and poured it into the huge dust.

At that point, everyone has already understood.

Shi Ding is going to cook porridge!
And it still uses Lingmi! !
Some casual cultivators onlookers looked at me strangely.

Now the hard currency outside Dongwu Village is not Lingshi.

But Lingmi.

The price of Lingmi and even Gongmi has already skyrocketed.

Ten catties of white corn can be exchanged for a beautiful little girl with yellow flowers in the "people's market"!
Shi Ding actually took out so little spirit rice to cook porridge, it was clear from his posture that he wanted to give porridge for relief, so many refugees immediately turned red-eyed, and surrounded the eight-legged tripod one after another.

We are worried that if we grab a seat, we will get Lingmi porridge.

That's Lingmi porridge!
"Stop!"

Seeing that the scene was about to be disrupted, a thunderous voice suddenly reminded everyone.

The refugees felt as if they were struck by lightning, and they froze in place, daring to move.

laugh!
A golden energy passed behind us, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

"Cross this line, kill with pardon!"

The refugees who came to their senses were a little apprehensive and hurried forward.

I'm afraid of becoming the target of Shi Ding killing chickens and scaring monkeys!

Before maintaining order, Shi Ding popped out balls of scorching flames with his fingers.

Light the firewood on the eight-legged tripod.

As the temperature rises and falls, the water in Fan Xinwai boils, and the white rice grains roll up and down.

Shi Ding ordered several refugees who obeyed his orders to keep adding firewood to the tripod and water to the tripod.

The four small cauldrons were cooking together, and the aroma of Lingmi porridge slowly wafted away, causing countless people to gulp down their mouths.

But in Shi Ding's suppression, does anyone dare to act recklessly.

Until the rice water in the tripod becomes porridge.

Only then was the firewood removed.

Shi Ding named a few warriors among mortals, and asked us to scoop up and distribute the porridge.

In fact, what has just been cooked can only be regarded as gruel. Before fully stirring, scoop out a bowl, and there are a lot of rice grains outside.

But it is such a thin spiritual rice porridge that can be digested and absorbed by mortals.

It has the effect of alleviating hunger, satiety and strong physique!
This poor pair of mother and boy were the first to get the porridge.

Drink a bowl of porridge, and you will regain your blood.

Other refugees, holding porcelain bowls and clay pots, lined up in an orderly manner to receive the porridge.

Under the faces of few people, there are smiles of joy and satisfaction!
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The first one is sent down.

(End of this chapter)