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Chapter 171: Are there also temples with spiritual energy in the disaster area?

Huff...woo...

Outside the temple, the night was deep, the wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Inside the temple, Niu Qiang sat on a prayer mat and explained the situation to the Supreme Elder.

"...In short, our Niu family patriarch asked me to convey to you that we need 100,000 living souls."

"The patriarch has already reported this matter to the Great Sage's Palace of the Ox Clan, and the Great Sage's Palace will surely submit another report to the Privy Council of the Tushita Palace. After the Immortal Lords understand the matter, it will probably be troubled to the Supreme Beings of the mortal realm to handle it."

"However, it would take too long for the celestial register to be passed down through the layers of the celestial regalia and reach the ears of the heavens."

"By then, it will be even more difficult to find another 100,000 living souls."

"The head of the family said, 'Why don't I come to you first and let you know?'"

The Supreme Being, a Grand Master of the Ninth Rank, sat silently on a futon.

He wasn't afraid of Niu Qiang's nonsense... The fact that this person could find his way into this Taoist temple already spoke volumes.

The location of the Supreme Being's main base in the human world is unknown to anyone other than the Supreme Being's direct descendants.

The Supreme Being, a ninth-rank official, sighed.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Um...you go first."

"I will get back to you after I ask my superiors."

They saw Niu Qiang off.

The Supreme Being, now a Great Ninth Grader, faced the statue of the Dao Lord and asked a question.

"Sir, did you hear the conversation just now?"

The statue came back to life and spoke softly.

"The Privy Council has found the immortal scroll from the Bull Clan and sent it to the Immortal Lord."

"Let's wait and see. The Immortal Lord will make his decision after reading it."

……

"Holy crap, this sandstorm is fierce!"

Before going to sleep, Wu Yun sat on the bed with a dozen or so minks, watching the live broadcast on TV.

However, the sandstorms in the three cities of Yunan Province were getting worse. In the footage, the reporter was riding in a special vehicle with fiberglass windows... but all he could see was a vast expanse of sand and dust, with visibility of less than five meters, making it impossible to see the road!
"Dear viewers, our special vehicles rely on satellite positioning and radar for navigation. However, due to the strong winds and sandstorms, the radar signal is very weak and easily misidentified..."

The dozen or so minks all stared wide-eyed.

"嘤嘤嘤?"

"Awooooo?"

Too scary!

Wu Yun switched to another channel.

But the news was still being broadcast, with a reporter holding a microphone as they walked through the stadium where disaster victims were being housed.

"Dear viewers, it is understood that six million people in the disaster area have been successfully rescued so far."

"The Chongzui County Gymnasium behind me is housing more than 6,000 disaster victims, and it is currently at full capacity..."

In the footage, rows of makeshift beds filled the stadium.

The disaster victims either sat on the ground eating from their bowls, or lay on the ground shivering as they slept, or prayed with their palms together.

The camera panned across a table, around which dozens of disaster victims seemed to be praying.

On the table, there was a statue of a white cloud lancer.

"Ok?"

Wu Yun and the dozen or so minks looked at each other in bewilderment.

How did this statue end up in the disaster area?
After a moment's thought, he realized what was happening.

"Is it a free gift from the cannery?"

"Fifty cans of food, plus a free statue?"

At this time, the disaster victims desperately need spiritual support!
But there were no Buddha statues or statues of the Three Pure Ones in the stadium, and these were not included in the disaster relief supplies. The lancer statue that the cannery gave them became their only spiritual sustenance!
Wu Yun never expected this to happen.

"Okay, whatever, let's go to sleep."

He turned off the TV and was about to lie down when he noticed the dozen or so minks beside him staring intently at him.

"Waaaaah, woof woof woof woof?"

"Awoooooo?"

The dozen or so minks were all beaming with excitement, gesturing excitedly, and suggested that the owner go to Yuna immediately!
It wasn't about disaster relief... disaster relief is for professionals. What the minks were thinking was, with so many disaster victims and so many statues being placed, wouldn't that generate a lot of... temple spiritual energy?
The kind of aura from the temple that, after being refined into a Qi Dan, takes the shape of a lancer.

"Forehead……"

Wu Yun pondered for a moment.

In the face of a rescue operation involving tens of millions of people, whether he participates or not is actually of little significance.

But if we're talking about collecting spiritual energy, it actually seems like it could work?

"Go there, and lend a hand if there's anything we can do to help?"

……

Huff...woo...

The night was pitch black, the sandstorm was raging, and visibility was even lower!
In some parts of the three affected cities, the fierce sandstorm even destroyed houses and roads, making it impossible for special vehicles to get in!
But then a dark yellow City God Temple suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The temple gates swung open, and the Cloud-Soaring Immortals poured out!

Most of the celestial officials had gained some spiritual power and learned an improved version of the Cloud-Soaring Ice Armor Technique. Although they were swaying and struggling in the wind and sand, they could still barely fly. They were scattered in various places to search for disaster victims.

Countless corpses fell from the entrance of the dark yellow City God Temple, like dumplings being dropped into the vast sandstorm.

The undead soldiers ignored the sandstorm that tore their skin and scraped away their flesh, and scattered to find survivors, each sniffing at the scent of humans.

Huff...woo...

Amidst the vast sandstorm, Huang Xiaozhong soared into a residential area, carrying a thermal imaging camera, and found a family of three hiding in the toilet of a house with a broken window.

"Quick, get on!"

In this way, he saved one family after another. When he had filled the cloud with more than a dozen people, he could no longer fit them in, so he carried them back to the City God Temple.

Thousands of celestial officials traveled back and forth, searching for people, transporting them, rescuing them, and then delivering them to safety through the City God Temple. Surprisingly, their efficiency was extremely high!
……

In the Taoist temple.

The Supreme Being, a Grand Ninth Grader, stood before the statue and heard it speak.

"The Great Sage of the Bull Clan has personally come to the Privy Council and has already communicated with the Dean."

"The Dean said that you must act immediately to help the Great Sage preserve 100,000 living souls."

The Supreme Being, a Grand Ninth Grader, nodded while looking at a map app on his phone.

"The banana leaf fan took root on Red Maple Mountain."

"This red maple town next door looks pretty nice."

Hongfeng Town is not a tourist attraction, but rather a well-developed economic zone!

The town has hundreds of factories, making it a very labor-intensive area.

The Supreme Being, a high-ranking official of the Ninth Rank, asked the younger brother beside him.

"Could you check for me how many people live in Red Maple Town?"

My brother immediately started searching.

"Last year, the permanent population was... 200,000."

"Very well, let's do it here."

How many brothers are at home?

"Shout it out, everyone, let's go together."

"We helped the Great Sage with this matter, and he left behind 200,000 living souls."

The younger brother next to him, dressed in a Taoist robe, was slightly stunned.

Two hundred thousand living souls?
Does this mean 200,000 people will die?

He felt something was amiss.

Because his hometown is in Red Maple Town...

Are all the people in my hometown about to die?

The Supreme Being, passing through the Ninth Rank, patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, we'll rescue your family when the time comes."

"Two hundred thousand living souls, we won't miss a dozen or so."

The younger brother nodded with a forced smile.

In truth, my heart was still filled with strange feelings... My family was rescued, but what about my fellow villagers? My neighbors? My elementary school classmates? My former colleagues?
"Ugh……"

He sighed secretly, then turned around and followed Da Jiupin's footsteps.

(End of this chapter)