Chapter 70

Thanks for the pity: "Call him immediately."

Fengxin put his right hand together and ate the middle two fingers, pressed against the temple, and went to communicate with Mu Qing. Over there, Qi Rong spat: "It turns out that Yong'an came from that corner. It's really poor mountains and bad waters that make troublesome people. Can the poor be able to steal the money from the gods?"

Lang Yingdao: "Then I won't rob it. I will now worship the immortal you offered, and I will kneel and kowtow to him, begging him to give me money to save the lives of people in my hometown. Will he save us?"

Qi Rong choked for a moment, and muttered in her heart that if she said yes, wouldn't this person just climb up the pole and run with the money in her arms? So she said, "His Royal Highness is a god, and gods are too busy to die. Who is free!"

Hearing this, Lang Ying nodded slowly, and said, "I don't think it would be reasonable. It's not like we haven't prayed before, isn't it useless at all? Damn it or die."

Xie Lian's heart was shocked, and a Taoist shouted: "You, who say such disrespectful words in the temple, are not afraid of the sin of heaven and man!"

However, Lang Ying said: "It doesn't matter. If you commit a crime, you will be punished. You are no longer afraid that he will not be saved. Are you still afraid that he will be guilty?"

As soon as Qi Rong waved his hand, a group of servants who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up, punching and kicking around the young man. Fengxin saw a needle in it, and the strength of their fists and feet was removed. Therefore, although Lang Ying seemed to be beaten violently, he was dazed, did not dodge, and only occasionally raised his hand to protect the luggage on his back. Qi Rong grabbed a handful of melon seeds, shook his legs while nibbling, and said, "Hit, hit this king hard!" It was a real villain. Hearing his self-declaration, Lang Ying raised his head abruptly and said, "Are you a king? What king? Do you live in the palace? Can you see the king?"

Qi Rong said casually: "I'm your grandfather! Do you still expect to see His Majesty the King? Your Majesty is in charge of every day, who has time to take care of you."

Lang Ying twisted his neck and asked stubbornly: "Why don't you have time to talk to me? The gods have no time to talk to me, and your Majesty has no time to talk to me, so who has time to talk to me? Who should I go to? The king knows that Yong'an is dead. Are there many people? Do the people in the imperial city know? If they do, why would they rather throw their money in the water than give it to us?"

Qi Rong sneered and said, "Our money can be spent as much as we like, even if we throw it away and don't do other people's shit, why should we share it with you? You are poor and you are right?"

Although there is some truth to this statement, it is really inappropriate to say it at this time. Xie Lian was trying to find a way to seal Qi Rong's mouth. At this moment, a black-shirted boy hurriedly turned out from the back of the hall and said, "What is your Highness calling me?"

Xie pity beckoned: "You come quickly. You have heard the news of the Yongan drought in the prayers you have received these days?"

Mu Qing was also startled, and said, "I haven't heard of it."

Fengxin blurted out in his busy schedule: "Why not? The refugees over there have all fled to here!"

His tone was too determined, making Mu Qing's face a little stiff, and he said bluntly: "I'm telling the truth, and I really didn't. Do you mean that I deliberately didn't know about it? Did you receive it? If there are people from Yongan who really pray for drought , The Prince's Palace is on duty in a single month, and you are on duty in two months, so that all the prayers related to the drought will not be gathered in a single month, and you don't know it at all."

Fengxin was stunned, thinking that it was indeed the case, and said, "I didn't say you did it on purpose. You think too much."

Hearing that they seemed to be arguing again, Xie Lian made a "pause" gesture with a headache and said: "Okay, Fengxin doesn't mean that. Stop it immediately."

The two immediately kept silent. It happened that Qi Rong was finally tired of seeing his subordinates beating Lang Ying, so he took a small bag and packed the shells of the melon seeds, and said, "Drag this thief to the prison." The attendants said, "As per your order!" From Lang Ying. Thanks for the pity: "Let's solve the current problem first, save this person, and then I will ask him about Yongan."

The admiration eased the color and said cautiously: "How do you want to solve it? You can't show spirits at will."

After the ascension, a rule that Xie Lian couldn't understand was this. The priest said that he wanted to help the common people, but he had to stand above all sentient beings, and he could not show spirits at will, so that he was often tied up and very troubled. Fortunately, Xie Lian also has a lot of countermeasures. He didn't think about it, didn't turn his head, and pushed it. The people in front of them noticed the shadows on the ground shaking faintly, and turned around suspiciously. The next moment, Qi Rong screamed: "Prince Cousin—"

Thanks for this, he actually knocked down his idol!

The golden statue with a sword and a flower, gentle and handsome, will not tilt, slowly tilting to one side. Qi Rong's face seemed to see her mother hanging on the stool and kicking the stool with a broken heart. She couldn't care about Lang Ying at all. She rushed over and hugged the thigh of the god statue, holding it tenaciously, and said to her heart and heart: "You bunch of trash. What are you waiting for! Help me support him! Don't let the prince and cousin fall!! He can't fall!!!"

He was heartbroken, but Xie Lian passed him by with a calm expression, and stepped out of the Prince's Palace. Fengxin and Mu Qing were almost cracked. After a long while, Fengxin said: "His Royal Highness! That is your idol!"

It is like this kind of thing, the omen is not good, and it will be somewhat taboo. It is unheard of for a priest to push his own idol like this, a strange flower in the Three Realms. Thanks for the pity: "It's just a big lump of gold. Otherwise, their attention will not be diverted. You go to press the golden statue, don't let them get out, I will meet this person."

Although Fengxin and Mu Qing were speechless, they could only obey orders. They stood next to the statue and pressed a finger on the statue. They only need to exert this amount of strength, and it is enough. Several people can't help them even if they try to suckle, so they can only barely hold on to their stalemate.

Lang Ying, who was sitting outside, saw that a group of people ignored him, stared at the golden statue for a long time, stood up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and ran out with his luggage on his back. Xie pity followed behind him, and after he ran out for a while, entered a lush forest, looked around, and sat and rested under a tree. Xie Lian hid behind the tree, squeezed a tactic, and took the shape of a white-clothed trail.

After transforming, he looked up and down to make sure there were no flaws. He flicked the dust, and was thinking about how to appear without being abrupt, but saw Lang Ying squatting on the edge of a puddle next to the tree, digging a hole on the ground with his hands buried in his head.

"..."

The young man's palms were wide, and when he shoveled down with one palm, it was wide and deep. When he dug the hole, the soil flew up like a lean black wolf dog. Xie Lian was wondering why he suddenly dug a hole, but when he saw that he wiped the soil on his trousers, he scooped a handful of water in the puddle with his hand and brought it to his mouth.

Seeing this, Xie Lian couldn't hide anymore, so he walked out quickly, stopped his hand, took a kettle from the universe in his sleeve, and handed it to him.

Lang Ying had already taken a mouthful of water from the puddle, swallowed it with bulging cheeks, and looked at the little Taoist priest who suddenly appeared. It was not surprising, and he did not refuse. He took it and drank it. After drinking, he said, "Thank you."

Since it has appeared suddenly, Xie Lian does not pay attention to any natural opening remarks. He tried his best to shake the whisk as immortal and trustworthy, and said, "This friend, where did you come from and where are you going?"

Lang Yingdao: "We came from Lang'er Bay in Yong'an City. We were going to the palace. Now I have changed my mind and don't go."

Xie Lian was startled and said, "We?"

Lang Ying nodded and said, "We. Me and my son."

Xie Lian became more and more confused, but there was a slight chill in his heart. I saw Lang Ying untied the bag from his back, opened it, and said, "My son."

What was wrapped in the bag on his back was actually the corpse of a child!!!

The child was extremely small, and looked only two or three years old, with a yellow complexion, sunken cheeks, a few sparse yellowish hairs on his forehead, and some prickly heat. The little face turned into a strange expression, and it seemed that he was about to cry, which was extremely uncomfortable. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, but he could no longer make a sound.

Xie Lian's pupils shrank suddenly, his mind was shocked, and he was speechless. No wonder he always felt that the young man had something wrong with him. can't tell what's strange, it just doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Speaking and doing things, it seems that they do not consider the consequences at all, and they go on a rampage, regardless of their heads and tails. Now it seems that this person, how can there be any consequences that need to be considered?

Lang Ying showed him his son, wrapped the child back, and carefully tucked the corners. Looking at his focused expression and actions, Xie Lian felt uncomfortable in his heart. It was the first time he saw the body of such a small child, and he stammered: "You... how did your son die?"

Lang Ying packed her bags and said blankly, "How did I die... I don't know how I died. I'm thirsty, hungry, and sick. It seems like a little bit."

He scratched his head and said, "When he just walked out of Yong'an with his back on his back, he would cough a few times, and call me from behind. After that, the sound disappeared, and he coughed. After that, he stopped coughing. , I thought he was asleep. When he found something to eat and tried to wake him up, he didn't get up."

The child actually died on the way to escape.

Lang Ying shook his head and said, "I can't take care of children. My wife will scold me if she knows that her son is dead."

After a while of silence, he said again: "I really wish my wife could still scold me."

His expression was always flat, like a dead tree, a darkened pool, unable to be shocked by the slightest vitality and turbulence. Xie Lian's throat tightened for a while, and after a while, he whispered: "You...you...bury it."

Lang Ying nodded and said, "Well. I want to choose a better place. It's good here. There are trees to block the sun and water. I'll go back when I'm finished. Thank you for your water."

He coughed a few times, then bent down and continued to dig the hole with his hands. Xie pity murmured: "No. Don't thank me...don't thank me, don't."

At this time, Fengxin and Mu Qing also arrived, and the two of them were inexplicable when they saw one digging a hole and the other in a daze. Xie Lian was not in the mood to say more, and repeated a few words in a confused way. It took a long time to remember that water supply is not enough. This person has to go back to Yongan, so he put his hand into his sleeve and touched it for a while, and finally found something. Hand it to him: "Take this one."

Lang Ying stopped and looked carefully at the thing in his hand. It was a dark red bead less than the size of a fingernail. Even if you don't know what it is, as long as you take a look, you know that this little thing must be worth a fortune.

This is the only one left in the pair of red coral pearl earrings that Xie Lian wore when Shangyuan sacrificed to the sky three years ago. Mu Qing was very impressed with this bead, and her face changed slightly when she saw it. Lang Ying didn't refuse. He seemed to have lost all the etiquette and concerns that a normal person should have.

He carefully put the bead in his belt, took off the bag on his back, put it gently into the pit, and said, "Dad will come back to see you soon."

After he finished speaking, he solemnly pushed the soil up with his hands and covered the cloth bag. Thank you for covering your forehead and closing your eyes. After a while, the young man strode in, and Fengxin said in amazement: "His Royal Highness, what is he buried here? He said 'father'? Did he bury someone?"

Mu Qing is concerned about other things, saying: "His Royal Highness, I just went to check, and things are clear. Yong'an is not rich in the first place, and the temples and temples are not repaired, and there seems to be some local regulations in the Taoist temple there. Devotees are not allowed to visit the temple, so the people who go to the Prince’s Palace are rich people, and the poor people who suffer from disasters will not go at all…”

Thank you for not answering, and said solemnly: "You, go to Yong'an and see the situation. I will go to see the national teacher and ask what is going on."

His face was unprecedentedly ugly, and the second servant did not dare to be careless, responded in unison, and set off immediately. Xie Lian turned around and ran towards Tai Cang Mountain.

From the looks of it, the disaster in Yong'an is likely to be no small one. However, even if he can't hear the voice of blessing, it is impossible for him to not know about the palace!