Chapter 87 Ginger and brown sugar instantly captured the little monk’s heart.

Luan Shuangbai's eyes suddenly became cold. He pulled the reins, dismounted, and strode towards the two men.

"Is what the store owner said true?" he asked sternly.

"Look, sir, I just stole some small things." Seeing that he was caught red-handed, the thug stopped arguing. "At most, I'll go to jail for a few days. Please be merciful..."

He smiled widely and wiped the dust off his face with his dirty sleeve.

The tone was full of flattery and a bit greasy.

Luan Shuangbai said nothing, but shook the red tasseled spear in his hand. The spear shaft hit his body heavily like a spirit snake, making a dull sound.

"Ah!" The gangster screamed and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, splashing water.

The thug was vomiting blood and was dying. It seemed that he was not going to survive.

"Put him on the donkey cart and take him away." Luan Shuangbai waved his hand indifferently and turned away without paying any attention.

The onlookers felt relieved, but were also afraid of the government's drastic measures. They dared not delay any longer and quickened the pace of packing their luggage.

People wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats rushed into the rain.

Under the command of the sergeant, they formed a long line and moved out of the city.

"Although this little thief is hateful, his crime does not deserve the death penalty." The slender and delicate female scholar was kind-hearted and could not help but mutter in a low voice.

"In troubled times, severe punishments should be used." Although Wang Pu did not agree with lynching, he offered words of comfort.

It is indeed good to have the spirit of a scholar, but when entering the world, one should abandon the student mentality.

Outside the crowd, Guizhier pulled her raincoat tightly around her body, with a faint smile on her lips.

Luan Shuangbai's shot went from the Qimenxue between the ribs to the Weiwanxue in the upper abdomen. It was inevitable that he would suffer from disorder of Qi and blood and damage to the liver and spleen, but it was far from fatal.

The young general is becoming more mature and steady.

On the scholars' side, the task remains heavy.

Informing the people was no easy task. They had lived in their homeland for decades, and even though they knew the flood was coming and feared danger, they hesitated and found it difficult to make the decision to leave.

"You are a bunch of unfilial sons! Where do you want to throw my old bones? My ancestors have been in Li County for generations. I would rather die here!"

The white-haired old man held his cane tightly, his eyes wide open.

He stubbornly refused to move, his voice hoarse.

The two sons stood aside, with confused looks on their faces.

"Dad, let's go with everyone else. It's almost too late!" The youngest son's voice was pleading, and his tone was full of panic and concern.

Outside the house, a strong wind accompanied by heavy rain roared in, hitting the simple house wantonly and making the doors and windows bang.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the roof, making people scared.

"Hmph! You just want to harm me, you are so unfilial!" The old man didn't listen to the advice at all. Instead, he waved his crutch and cursed even more fiercely.

Even the quiet female scholar who came to persuade him was beaten several times.

The female scholar had her hair tied up in a high bun, and a few strands of hair were wet by the rain, sticking to her fair cheeks.

There was a flicker of anxiety in her eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip hard and twisted the corners of her clothes with her hands in front of her, not knowing how to talk to the old man.

"There are many people who want to live, but this is the first time I've seen someone who wants to die." Guizhier peeked out of the window with a smile on her face.

She forcefully grabbed the female scholar's arm and dragged her out the door without saying a word.

"Oh..." The female scholar couldn't bear it and looked back frequently.

"I told you a long time ago, everyone has their own destiny, don't force it." There was no pity in Guizhier's eyes, but instead a hint of scrutiny and coldness.

Excessive sympathy is often useless.

"If you delay here and get drowned in the flood, how will your family feel?"

The female scholar was stunned and her face became even uglier, with a hint of iron blue in her paleness.

She was weak and was being dragged by Guizhier. She was breathing rapidly, with beads of sweat the size of beans mixed with raindrops as she struggled to make her way.

It is useless to teach others with a hundred words, but teaching people through events can penetrate their hearts once.

"Why don't you wait for the old man? You are simply taking human life lightly! It's a sin!" Seeing that no one tried to persuade him, the stubborn old man took the initiative to go out with his cane.

While muttering, he chased the moving crowd.

The winding team moved towards the northeastern heights outside the city, like a thin black line.

The world was shrouded in a white curtain of rain.

There is a temple on the hill outside the city, with an ancient plaque hanging on the lintel, which reads - Dashan Fuhui Temple.

The ridge beasts on the roof of the main hall have been eroded by time and have many cracks and wear.

The bells rang clearly in the wind and rain, solemn and dignified.

The temple door slowly opened with a creaky sound.

"Amitabha, all donors, please come into the temple to take shelter from the rain." The old abbot, wearing an old cassock, walked out with a staggering step.

He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

The old abbot had a thin face and slightly prominent cheekbones. His robes were dull in color and had many patches on them.

The abbot's eyes were gentle, like a pool of clear water, flowing with compassion and tranquility.

Our Buddha is merciful and will protect all living beings and help them overcome this disaster.

"May the Buddha bless us." The common people brought their families with them, supporting each other and entering the temple.

Their faces were exhausted and haggard, and half their bodies were covered in mud, making them look particularly disheveled in the dim light. Their boots were filled with mud and water, making a "puff puff" sound as they walked.

What’s worse is that my stomach is growling with hunger!

"Ada, take a rest and eat some dry food." The woman spread out the simple straw mat with concern.

The man's lips were dry, and the child in his arms' face was red from the cold, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Although the government said they would provide vegetarian food, I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts.

Everyone stroked their shriveled stomachs and felt anxious.

The Xiangji Kitchen is on the east side of the Main Hall and contains a large stove made of bricks and stones.

Several young monks, who looked about eight or nine years old, with shaved heads and round, cute faces, were looking at Guizhier and the two apprentices curiously.

The young novice monk, wearing a monk's robe and hemp shoes, enthusiastically opened the water tank.

"Donor, please have some water." The little monk had a pair of big eyes as black as ink, clear and bright.

Except for the Ullambana Festival and the Guanyin Birthday Ceremony, this was the first time he saw so many people gathered in Fuhui Temple.

"Good boy." Guizhier rubbed his smooth head.

She took out a few small dark brown sugar cubes and gave one to each of the children.

The sweet taste instantly captured the little monk's heart.

Guizhier estimated the food stock in the space and prepared to add some brown sugar to make some ginger and brown sugar porridge and scallion and rice porridge.

Brown sugar is warm in nature and can dispel cold when paired with ginger.

In this extreme weather with torrential downpours, the cold and damp air invades the body, making people susceptible to diseases such as typhoid fever.

If it develops into lung abscess, it will be disastrous.

"Young Master, please do me a favor and wash the ginger." Guizhier bowed slightly, smiled, and asked softly.

The demand for vegetarian food was so great that she and her two apprentices were overwhelmed.