Half a month later, news came from Jiangyang City that the disaster relief team had arrived a few days ago and the refugees had been initially settled.
It's just that the weather is very weird.
There are frequent lightning and thunder, especially at night.
But there was neither wind nor rain.
I saw dark clouds rising in the mountains, but they disappeared the next second.
This went on for several days, but every time their hopes were dashed and their prayers to the gods were fruitless, the people began to smash, loot, and burn the temples.
The only thing that has not been destroyed is the main temple.
Rong Baichuan has now sent troops to garrison here and set up a refugee resettlement site at the foot of the mountain to protect the temple.
The bright sun hangs high in the sky, scorching the earth.
The once lush mountains and rice fields are now only a scorched yellow.
All that was left of the turbulent stream was a dry, cracked riverbed and fish bones buried in the mud.
"What have we done wrong? Why are we being punished like this?!"
"God, are you going to kill us?"
Sad cries were heard from the camp from time to time.
The refugees were disheveled, ragged, with dry and chapped lips and tired eyes. They looked at the dead being taken away for burial, then turned around silently and lay down under the shade of a tree.
Over the past half month, many people have died from the heat.
Piles of earth have appeared on the open space next to the refugee camp.
"General, you haven't closed your eyes for two days. Now that you've calmed down, go back to the temple and rest."
"Yes, Baichuan, I'm here, you should go back and have some rest." Qin Huaiyi also advised.
From the day he arrived at the hardest-hit area of Jiangyang City, Rong Baichuan joined in suppressing the riots, repairing refugee camps, and distributing food and water.
He could only close his eyes for an hour every day, and after seven or eight days of this, he lost a lot of weight.
His arms and shoulders were sunburned and had peeled off several layers of skin. He had become many shades darker.
Rong Baichuan covered the grave with the last shovel of soil and stuck the shovel into the ground.
He straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and looked at the dark clouds on the distant Jiaoshan Mountain and the golden lightning flashing in it.
"What on earth is that cloud?" he murmured.
"Maybe the black smoke from the fire wouldn't dissipate." Qin Huaiyi said, "I heard that the mountain burned for five or six days before it was extinguished."
Four or five kilometers opposite their current location is the largest mountain range in the Jiangyang City area.
On the third day of the high temperature, a fire broke out in the center of the mountain range for no apparent reason, reducing the entire mountain range to ruins.
The birds and beasts in the mountains fled out of the mountains in all directions.
Countless people living in the mountains were also killed or injured.
The fire broke out in a remote area with abundant water resources in the mountains. People still don't know why the fire started.
On the sixth day, the fire suddenly went out, as if a huge cover surrounded the burning area.
The temperature inside is dozens of times higher than outside, as if all the heat from the boiling water is collected there.
As long as you get a little closer, it will be like entering a steamer. If you walk a little further in, you will be steamed to death in an instant.
The black smoke from the burning on the top of the mountain gathered for a long time and would not dissipate. Every one or two days, there would be lightning and thunder inside.
At first, people thought it was finally going to rain.
But after waiting for a few days, there was not even a trace of wind, let alone a cloud coming over to bring rain.
Now, everyone has no hope and lives like the walking dead, not knowing when they will be burned to death by the scorching sun.
Rong Baichuan dragged his tired body back to the mountain and passed by the main hall.
He was suddenly attracted by one of the statues.
The statue of the goddess on the right.
His eyes were slightly closed, his face full of compassion, and the mark on his forehead seemed to emit a green light.
Rong Baichuan closed his eyes and looked at that place again. It seemed as if the green light had never appeared.
Rong Baichuan patted his head and laughed to himself, "I got confused by the sun."
Rong Baichuan was initially skeptical about the gods, but after spending a few days with them, he became a complete believer.
As Chaoxi said, it is not that they do not want to save their believers, but that they are powerless now.
Several gods seemed to be tripped by something.
As if by magic, Rong Baichuan knelt before the Lord God of Chaoyang.
He looked at the very gentle face and prayed devoutly.
…
Thousands of miles away, Kyoto City.
Rong Chaoxi was enjoying the coolness under a phoenix tree when suddenly a "wish" entered his brow.
"Lord God, I hope you can break free from your bondage and continue to protect your believers..."
"Is that Daddy's voice?"
Confusion appeared on the little guy's face, and he scratched his head, "How can I hear the power of vows?"
Rong Chaoxi followed the direction of the "wish" and found Qin Nanjing's dormitory.
A purse was found in the drawer of her dressing table.
The things in the purse may have sensed the arrival of dawn and dusk, and emitted rays of light.
Rong Chaoxi opened her purse and found a jade pendant inside.
It was the piece they found among the bandits' belongings a few days ago, which was combined with Qin Nanjing's heirloom jade.
However, the two jade pendants have been combined into one, with three leaves and one flower meeting each other.
"Three Lives Jade, it's actually Three Lives Jade!" Rong Chaoxi was a little surprised.
When she first saw the two jade pendants, she felt like she had seen them before. She thought they were just ordinary jade pendants and similar imitations, so she didn't take them seriously.
Now that they have been repaired and are emitting their own spiritual energy, I realized that they were actually mine.
Why did her jade pendant break into two halves and fall into the mortal world, and be passed down for hundreds of years?
Before Rong Chaoxi could think more, she was pulled into the jade pendant space the next moment.
Rong Chaoxi stood in a valley, and what caught his eye was the waterfall cascading down from the mountain, gathering into a river and flowing into the central lake.
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