"Go on and explode!"

"As you command!"

ah!

Hu Qian suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

"Hoo, ho, it turns out it was just a dream!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The concubine at the side quickly asked with concern.

"It's okay, just go to sleep."

Well, Hu Qian suddenly felt burning pain all over his body. When he got out of bed and looked at the lamp, his whole body was red, as if he had been burned.

"This, this..." He thought of the dream just now.

It was still late at night, but he couldn't sleep anymore. His whole body hurt like fire. This was secondary, mainly because he was scared. The dream was too real, especially the scene of getting into the frying pan, which was vivid in his mind.

He kept his eyes open until dawn, and his mind was filled with the dream just now.

After getting out of bed at dawn, he was still listless.

"Sir, the two young masters are sleepy and cannot wake up no matter how they scream." A servant hurried over.

"What?" Hu Qian hurriedly ran out after hearing this.

The two sons were lying on the bed, and they looked like normal people, but no matter how much they were called, they would not wake up, and even shaking them did not work.

The two ladies were crying and crying.

Soon, doctors from the county were invited over, and after seeing it, there was nothing they could do.

"Retribution, this is retribution!" Hu Qian thought of last night's dream again.

"It's a disaster for my descendants, it's a disaster for my descendants, what should I do, what should I do?"

He needed someone to give him some advice, and after a lady reminded him, he thought of Lanruo Temple.

In the early morning, as soon as the city gate opened, Hu Qian rode out of the city and went straight to Lanruo Temple.

The monks in the temple were still chanting sutras, but no one expected pilgrims to come so early.

Hu Qian went straight to Zen Master Guangyun and told him about his dream last night.

"How should I eliminate the sins in my body? Master, please give me some advice." Hu Qian asked eagerly.

"Amitabha, doing good and eliminating evil, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Zen Master Guangyun said.

"Save people, save people..." Hu Qian repeated softly. He suddenly thought of the victims in the city.

"Thank you, Master!"

He left a hundred taels of sesame oil money, but Zen Master Guangyun declined.

Hu Qian then hurried back to the county and did something that shocked the entire Guobei County. He set up a porridge shed and gave alms to the victims.

"Have you heard that Hu Qian is giving porridge to the refugees?"

"Who, Hu Qian, this is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Really, the porridge shed is right outside his house."

"Come on, let's go take a look!"

After three consecutive days of giving soup, while waiting anxiously, Hu Qian's comatose eldest son woke up.

"Master, we don't have much food left."

"There's not much left? How can there be any leftover food?"

"this......"

"Master Huang still has a lot of food in his farm."

"Go and borrow it!" After hearing this, Hu Qian pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

"Master, that's..."

"I'll go there myself!" Hu Qian said.

"I'm losing my son, I'm going to have no descendants, and I'm still afraid of Huang Shen!" Hu Qian's face looked a little ferocious.

When he led people into Mr. Huang's village and saw the food he had saved, they were stunned.

"So much food? It's all moldy!"
Chapter completed!