There is a counterattack system only in the Mahayana period

Chapter 629 Refugees
"The aura in this Eight Desolation World is so strong, comparable to our Kyushu."

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

"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."

"A region composed of living planets is called a star domain, and above the star master is the fusion period we saw, called a domain master."

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

"The domain of the domain master varies from big to small, and the number of life planets ruled varies from dozens to hundreds."

"Above the hundred domain masters, there are eight wild 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 "Real Lord" and "Desolate 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."

"There are distinct classes among mortals. Peasants are 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, you unsightly bastard! Your Majesty is merciful, it's a great fortune for you to live outside the city, but you want 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 guards at the city gate threw a few refugees out of the city, with disgust on their faces, cursing non-stop.

There are not just a few refugees outside the city, but tens of thousands of refugees. They are hungry, emaciated, and half-clothed, living in makeshift tents.

This kind of situation reminded Jiang Li of the refugees he saw in Zombie World, and it was as if he was evacuating.

Bai Hongtu and Yuyin couldn't adapt to this situation. There had been no refugees in Kyushu for thousands of years.

"Good man, I beg you to 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 didn't observe carefully, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between male and female. She was holding a child in her arms, and she was also 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."

But how can a woman have money for medical treatment?

Bai Hongtu also knew the woman's difficulty, 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 ask her for food.

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

Just when Yuyin was about to take out more food, she heard the sound of a gong beating.

"Dinner is ready, 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 bowls, and lined 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 person who beat the gong asked his companions to give out porridge, and came to Jiangli's side by himself.

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

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

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

"My name is Feng Qiang, the 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. City, ask the imperial court to give me some food."

"But now the Hualong Sect of the Star Lord's sect is coming to the court for inspection. The court has no time to take care of these people. The master is kind-hearted and asked me to come here to give porridge and do good deeds. It's just that our Qingfeng Martial Arts Center doesn't have much money. Daily porridge can only guarantee that they will not starve to death."

"Water in the south, Hualongzong didn't move?"

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

Feng Qiang said sarcastically: "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 His Majesty's desire to seek immortality. It is impossible for the five elements to cultivate immortality. His Majesty is still devoted 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 you guys 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 artist. 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 also 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 imprint planted by Hualongzong. Anyone who practices martial arts must plant this imprint. obliterate."

"Some people also call us Wu slaves."

(End of this chapter)