"Along the way, we saw the victims everywhere and were displaced. Now it was the cold wind and the snowy winter. People had already frozen to death on the roadside. The reactions of various places were different. Some places were indifferent to seeing the victims suffering."

"Where is what fellow Taoist said? I will send someone to go immediately. If it is verified, I will never let go of the local officials." Yang Zhoumu, who was standing beside him, said seriously after hearing this.

Then Ye Qionglou also expressed their purpose for this visit in a relatively tactful manner.

"Fellow Taoist, please rest assured. I have already figured out the solution and will order all parts of Yangzhou to handle the rules as soon as possible." The Yangzhou mute immediately expressed his opinion after listening to Ye Qionglou's words carefully.

Hearing Yang Zhoumu say this, the two of them felt a little relieved and left without staying in Jiangning Mansion for very long.

Yang Zhoumu sent them outside the prefecture. Seeing that they left, they turned around and walked towards the prefecture, and their faces suddenly became gloomy. After entering the study room of the prefecture, a man dressed in his forties knocked in the door and came in.

"Sir." He stepped forward to salute.

"The people from the academy just now came."

"Ye Qionglou?"

"It's him." Yang Zhoumu sat down and reached out to signal the man to sit aside.

"What happened to him when he came to find the adults? It was not because of the Su family, right?"

"No, it's for the earthquake that just happened."

"What did he ask for adults to do because of this?" The man was stunned when he heard this.

"Let me find a way to treat the victims."

Ah, the man looked surprised.

"The people in the academy have the world."

"He is in love with the world, he is meddling with other people's business with rats! He is interfering in the government affairs and is in a bad way in the academy's rules!" Yang Zhoumu said dissatisfied after hearing this.

"Your Madam, don't be angry. The disciples of the academy have always been worried about the country and the people." The man next to him hurriedly explained to the Lord of the State Lord. The adult's mood seemed to be very bad these days. It was unstable and capricious, and it was easy to get angry. Even if he had been following the Lord for more than ten years, he had to be careful.

"He didn't come alone, he also came alone with him." Yang Zhou Mu said.

If Ye Qionglou came alone, he might not have said that, but with that person beside him, who knows what the other party's attitude is?

"But the one who cuts the sea flat tide?"

"It's him!"

Although Jiangning City is still a distance from Lin'an, they are not blindly aware of what happened in Lin'an City. On the contrary, he, the Yangzhou master, knew very clearly about what happened in Lin'an City, especially the battle a few days ago.

Ye Qionglou is a disciple of the academy and he will behave properly. It is hard to say that person.

"This is forcing me to do things!" He reached out and patted the table.

"Are you going to do this? You have been an official in Yangzhou for several years. You have always been diligent in your work and love the people, and have a good reputation."

After hearing this, Yang Zhoumu waved his hand. He couldn't ignore such a big deal under his jurisdiction. The victims need to be rescued, but it depends on how to save them.

The monks interfere in the affairs of the court, which is a taboo in this dynasty.

"Sir, do I need to submit a secret memorandum of this matter?"

"Sir, don't be impatient!" The master next to him hurriedly persuaded him after hearing this.

"The things in the capital are still unclear. If the people in the academy know about this, they will definitely hold a grudge against the adults. You must know that there are too many people in the court who have close ties with the academy. You may as well wait and see."

After hearing this, Yang Zhoumu's expression changed several times in succession, and finally nodded.

I don’t know what’s going on these days, but I always feel extremely irritable and uneasy.

After Wusheng and Ye Qionglou left the prefecture government office in Jiangning, they went to help in places with severe disasters.

It was snowing heavily, and it took several days to stop, and the snow on the ground was nearly three feet long.

The weather is cold and dripping water turns into ice.

On this day, Wusheng spent one day, traveling thousands of miles, and found that all the places in Yangzhou were like this, and countless people had frozen to death.

Qingzhou, adjacent to Yangzhou, has a turbid river that bursts its dam and floods hundreds of miles. What could have happened in the summer rainstorms in the past happened in this cold winter. Wherever the river breaks its dam, houses and fertile fields were all destroyed. I don’t know how many people died.

The surging river water is biting cold in the cold winter and quickly condenses into ice. As long as people fall into the water, they will be frozen in a short while and then they will never be able to come out again.

Wusheng stood in the air, looking at the dead people everywhere in the water that had become ice. Their bodies were frozen, and some people were still stretching out their hands, opening their mouths, and opening their eyes. That was the last effort and struggle.

He hurriedly found the place where the dam broke and found that there were still people casting spells there. Until now, the place where the dam broke has not been completely blocked, and there is still a turbid river water flowing out continuously.

Because the place where the dam broke was too strange, a large ditch was directly cracked on the ground, and the bottom of the Yellow River cracked and collapsed. Among the monks who came, there were also people who had cultivated their way. Several hills were moved from somewhere. They pressed directly into the gap, which blocked most of the turbid river water. Then they cast spells to repair the dam, and there were also officials from nearby to help. During the cold weather for several consecutive days, a large amount of ice had appeared on the turbid river.

The situation here is even worse than that in Yangzhou.

Amitabha,

Wusheng did not rush to leave. He felt the resentment floating above the sky. So many people died, and these resentment could not be resolved by themselves. If it took a long time, he would not know what terrible ghosts would be born.

That night, he changed his clothes, dressed in monk's robes, and held Buddhist beads.

In this disaster-stricken land, the frozen Wangyangze Kingdom recites scriptures while walking to save the people who died in vain.

The sound of the sutra travels far away in this quiet night. The sky is still covered with clouds and heavy snow. Buddha light lit up on his body, and the sound of the Buddhist sound is like golden water waves, scattering in circles. Wherever the sound of the Buddhist sound passes, the wind storms and the snow stops.

He walked very slowly. Wherever he passed, in the frozen water, one by one, one dead soul was floating out. After the stains and wounds on his body were swept by the sound of the Sanskrit, they immediately disappeared. The despair or ferocious expression on his face disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance. He stood there one by one, as if he was foolish.

What Wusheng recited this time was the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".

In the dark night, there were Taoist priests on stage casting spells in another place. These people were Taoist priests in the view of immortality. They guarded the Zhui River. However, this time, the Zhui River broke the dam suddenly. They were not prepared at all. They killed and injured so many people at once. Seeing that the accumulated resentment was soaring to the sky, they knew that they could not sit idly by. On the one hand, they were trying to find ways to assist the local government in repairing the river bank, and on the other hand, they were trying to find ways to save the dead souls of these dead people.

However, the method of setting up the altar in the past two days was not very smooth, and there were consecutive accidents. None of the people who climbed the altar successfully made it, and none of them could come down safely after going to the altar. They all suffered backlash. I don’t know why.

If something goes wrong, there is still something to do. The resentment of being responsible will only become heavier and more difficult to deal with.

Before the altar, several Taoist priests looked solemn.

Talismans, candlelights, magic tools, a Taoist holds a magic sword in his hand, muttering words.

Wow, the cold wind whistles around.

The man who chanted the man suddenly stopped, his face became ugly, he opened his mouth, stretched his tongue, his face turned blue, and his body trembled, as if he was strangling his throat by something.

"Senior Brother!"

Seeing this, several Taoist priests next to him wanted to come forward to help, but suddenly their bodies trembled, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

All the flames on the altar were extinguished in an instant, and the hanging spells cracked instantly. A crack in the altar formed by casting spells was from north to south.

Puppy, several Taoist priests on the altar vomited blood one by one, among which the Taoist priest who presided over the formation was the most serious. After vomiting blood, the person fell down straight and fainted.

There were several Taoist priests under the altar. Seeing this, they looked very ugly and rushed up to rescue their fellow brothers.

"Senior brother, why is this?"

A tall and thin Taoist priest in his thirties looked at the altar without saying anything, but his face was full of worry.

During this period, the fellow disciples in the temple will encounter problems in both practicing and casting spells. The progress of practice is not as smooth as before. This is better. What is even more terrifying is that some fellow disciples are obsessed with the process of practice. The cultivation level of the mildest is regressing, and the cultivation level of the severest one is destroyed. It is said that several fellow disciples have died and eliminated.

The Perspective of Eternal Life is the Taoist Sect, and the method of practice is the most central and peaceful. In theory, such things rarely happen. Things that have never happened in the past have indeed happened one after another recently, so there are many rumors in the Perspective.

"Send them back to the viewing and rest."

"Yes, senior brother."

The Taoist was about to leave when he suddenly felt something and looked into the distance.

In his Dharma Eye, he saw a little light, and in the darkness, like a little firefly.

There are monks who are casting spells there!

He thought about it, then flew up and flew straight towards that place. After getting closer, he was shocked and could not believe his eyes.

He saw golden ripples sweeping over. At the center of the ripples was a person, emitting a peaceful light. He walked on the frozen water surface, and wherever he passed, there was a faint golden light under his feet, as if a flower was in full bloom.

Flowers bloom every step!

Those souls that died in vain stood there quietly, the hostility on their bodies had been melted away, and the resentment accumulated from this world was also melting rapidly.

True Buddhist practice!

After landing, he did not disturb Wusheng, but stood quietly from a farther place to look.

Suddenly, fog spread from the east, at an extremely fast speed, and soon covered the four directions and turned into a vast white area.

The fog kept rolling, as if there were flags flying inside, and there was a faint strange sound. Then a black shadow in the fog seemed to be approaching, and soon I could see its appearance clearly.

It is a door, a thick bronze door, hanging in the air.

The door is divided into two, the beast's mouth holds a copper ring, and there are complicated spells on it. When you look closely, you will see that there are swords, mountains and seas of fire on it, and the evil ghost Rakshasa struggles.

The underworld ghost gate!

The Taoist priest was shocked when he saw this.

How could this kind of Yin-July Dharma weapon that communicates between Yin and Yang appear here?

Could it be... he turned his head and looked at the Buddhist practitioner whose body was shrouded in peace.

With a creaking sound, the thick copper door opened from the outside to the inside, a gust of cold wind blew out, and then a team of ghost soldiers walked out of the front, wearing armor and long swords hanging on their waists, and were arranged on both sides.

Finally, a general walked out, with a sharp sword hanging on his waist and a long sword in his hand.

"I've seen the master!" The general walked out of the Ghost Sect and bowed to Wusheng.
To be continued...