Xuanxia

Chapter 620: Grab the porridge!

The snow has stopped in the past two days and the sun is shining brightly in the sky.

The morning light cast a golden edge on the distant Qingxu Mountains, and the waves of Hongjiang River reflected the sunlight. Although it was very cold when the snow melted, it was always warm as long as it was bathed in the sun.

The refugee camp outside Tianshou Village welcomed the morning of the seventh day.

Today, when Fatuo led the refugees in chanting sutras, tens of thousands of people still gathered in circles and chanted the Hundred Disasters Sutra. However, the desire and expectation in their eyes were the brightest, overwhelmed their piety. At the same time, there was an inexplicable coldness in the eyes of a large number of refugees.

They are like hungry wolves waiting to be fed. Before the raw meat is thrown, they will calmly wait for the feeder, but that doesn't mean they don't want to tear that person into pieces...

But just as these people's eyes were flashing with anticipation, waiting to get the bowl of life-saving porridge after Jin Chensong passed by, they suddenly heard Fatuo speak leisurely.

"Donors, I know what you are expecting."

He smiled and said, "But I wonder if you still remember that in order to consume the nectar of misfortune and cleanse one's body and bones, one must first undergo the pain of burning one's body before reaching the realm of bliss?"

The refugees were stunned.

what does this mean?
But soon, they remembered.

When Fatuo first appeared and treated a patient, the patient rolled on the ground in pain and almost died. It took a while for the patient to recover.

"It seems that most of the donors have understood."

Fatuo smiled and said, "In the past seven days, the rice porridge and nectar you have taken have gradually merged into your bones and blood, but they have not yet cured you. The reason is... you have not yet experienced the greatest pain."

After these words were spoken, a refugee sitting in the front row could not help but ask in a trembling voice: "I, we are so sick, isn't it painful?"

"Whether it counts or not, I cannot tell for sure."

Fatuo's expression remained calm and gentle: "If the nectar has no effect, it means... it doesn't count."

The refugees were in an uproar.

Having such a disease, possibly dying at any time, being abandoned by your hometown and becoming homeless, isn't this considered painful?

What else is needed?!
"What else do we need to do?" A noisy voice came from the crowd.

Fatuo did not answer immediately, but waited until the noise in the crowd subsided a little before he slowly said, "It's very simple, give yourself pain."

"You need to be aware of the fact that you are in purgatory before you can receive the favor of nectar."

"Junior brother..."

he called.

Then a monk stepped forward and pulled out a short knife from his sleeve.

Fatuo took the dagger and handed it to the nearest refugee in front of him with a smile.

“T-This is…?”

The refugee's eyes widened and he took the knife somewhat at a loss.

Fatuo said softly: "Please use it with the intention of entering purgatory and suffering a hundred calamities... forget everything you desire, forget everything you expect, and forget yourself."

"Don't worry, you won't die... but you must be willing to die in order to achieve nirvana."

The refugee held a dagger in his hand, his eyes full of fear and panic.

"I, I want..."

He trembled and asked, "What should I do?"

Not only him, but all the other refugees around him widened their eyes.

Some refugees at the back were not quite sure what had happened, but as the news spread rapidly, the crowd soon became chaotic.

But before the commotion could get too serious, several monks pushed a cart filled with rice porridge into the crowd.

The rice porridge was particularly fragrant today, and there seemed to be some kind of calming aroma in the fragrance, and the refugees immediately quieted down again.

Fatuo smiled, put his hand on the shoulder of the refugee holding the dagger, and said softly: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, accept it calmly... But don't cut the throat, otherwise the rice porridge will be difficult to eat. The heart is a better choice. Remember to act quickly."

“I, I, I, I…”

The refugee was completely stunned. He looked down at the dagger in his hand, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't make up his mind.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd!
"Don't listen to him!"

A sturdy man stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open: "I have never heard of someone who wants to save someone by asking them to commit suicide first!"

Fatuo raised his eyes calmly, without any anger, and said calmly: "The miraculous effect of the nectar of disaster is naturally..."

"I don't believe it either!"

Another middle-aged woman in the crowd stood up and shouted angrily, "That's not nectar at all! We all know it's made from medicinal herbs!"

"that is!"

When she shouted like that, several people suddenly stood up: "That's right! You are lying to us!"

This seemed to be a signal. More and more people in the refugee camp began to stand up. The refugee holding the knife also widened his eyes. He had already put the knife to his chest, but he slowly put it down.

Fatuo was a good actor. He frowned and glanced at everyone: "What are you talking about?" "Tsk, what master?"

In the crowd, Chen Qingshan sneered and slowly stood up: "Don't think that no one knows about your deeds! Even the children in the camp know about the evil things you have done!"

Fatuo was silent for a moment and looked behind him.

Many of the monks he brought with him had expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces, and a few of them... had the bruises on their faces that had not yet faded, and they were lowering their heads and looking away.

“Amitabha Amitabha…”

Fatuo gritted his teeth and said to himself, "General Ning, you must come and save me!"

After that, he frowned and said in a deep voice to Chen Qingshan: "Namo Bai'ernan Buddha, I am very unhappy that you, the donors, have pointed out and slandered me without reason... In order to save you, we are afraid..."

Before he could finish what he was saying, Chen Qingshan interrupted him with a loud sneer!

"fart!"

Chen Qingshan shouted angrily: "You are the ones who spread this disease!"

After that, he took out a pack of oil-paper from his bosom and sneered, "Master Fatuo, Divine Monk Fatuo, you have great magical powers, do you dare to try to eat this?!"

Fatuo frowned.

"You do not dare."

Chen Qingshan's sneer turned cruel and cruel: "Because you know, if you take a big bite of this thing, even if you have the Purifying Soup, it will be too late to save yourself!"

After that, he waved his hand vigorously: "I wanted to wait until we had eaten the porridge before taking action, but since you want to attack our brothers and sisters, I won't wait any longer! Everyone!"

At this command, a large group of people suddenly stood up in the refugee camp!
They are all people who have been slowly "turned against" in the past few days!
“And those monks!”

Chen Qingshan sneered and shouted, "If you don't want your handle to be given away, then leave the rice porridge for us! Brothers and sisters, go ahead and kill these evil monks! Steal our life-saving porridge!"

He raised his arm and called out, and a large group of refugees rushed up. Even the refugee who was holding the dagger gritted his teeth and was about to stab the knife at Fado.

Did all this happen suddenly?

It's not sudden.

A few days before this, undercurrents had already been surging in the camp, and the idea that the monks in distress had spread the disease had more or less planted the seeds in everyone's minds.

Chen Qingshan demonstrated his strong leadership. Not only did he secretly plan all of this, he also won over a large group of people. Those who rushed up this time and shouted were all his own people who had been persuaded by him in the past few days.

Of course, there are still many refugees who are confused.

They didn't even realize what was happening.

But one thing... is clear.

Fado, tell them to commit suicide!

Is the Buddha of Hundred Evils powerful? Is he magical?
Perhaps, when they first saw these monks seven days ago, they almost worshipped them as gods.

But a lot happened during these seven days.

People died, the mysterious Jigong came and went, and there was also a turbulent undercurrent in the camp.

Until this moment, it finally broke out.

"What are you still standing there for?!"

The refugees who were rushing up shouted to their stunned companions: "This is the last bowl of porridge. As long as we drink it, we will be fine!"

This shout woke many people up as if from a dream and they all started to rush forward.

On this side, Fatuo slapped away the dagger that was stabbing at him and turned his head to look.

Over at the porridge cart, two groups of monks were already fighting each other...

The monk who was held in power wanted to snatch the porridge cart away first for Chen Qingshan and his friends; the other monks didn't know why and naturally didn't want them to do so. So the former "brothers" started doing it for no apparent reason.

"do not care!"

Fado didn't dare to kill or injure anyone. He waved his palm and knocked down a group of refugees in front of him with a gust of cold wind. He was also frightened by the black mass of people coming towards him and broke out in a sweat. "Just do as General Ning says!"

Is the Sixth Realm very strong?

But even if he was in the sixth realm, facing thousands of ordinary people, he could only run for his life.

But just as he turned around, a familiar figure and smile suddenly came into his sight!

That was Fu Qingzhou dressed as Jigong on a tree not far away.

He was waving a fan and grinning at Fatuo, revealing his big white teeth.

Fatuo gritted his teeth.

However, he did not run away. Instead, he suddenly raised his palm and pounced on the two groups of monks who were fighting over the porridge cart!

(End of this chapter)