People in Anyu City were driven around like livestock. Although the city was wealthy before, it was now riddled with holes. It accommodated too many refugees but failed to properly accommodate them.
After all, they were not accepted as "people", but were trapped in the city as "materials".
Anyu City became the "City of the Furnace" fifty years ago. In addition to the captive monks, ordinary people, and practitioners who helped the tyrants, in just a few decades, the city became a city. One of the most powerful cities in Lingzhou.
The previous head of the Tang family, Tang Qi, Tang Yan's father, had tried his best to eradicate this cancer. However, due to internal and external troubles and the difficulty of supporting a single tree, even he, a Yuan Ying Dzogchen monk, was unable to control Anyu City.
Even before he died, he felt extremely regretful.
Today, the refugees accepted by Anyu City are still hungry. They are locked in cells like prisoners and only have one meal a day.
It would be inaccurate to say that they were imprisoned in a cell, because the space here is huge and can accommodate a hundred people.
Sleeping, using the toilet, eating, and all the refugees being locked up together are all done in one place, so the stench is inevitable.
The cell leader nodded and bowed to meet the purple-robed monk, "Your Excellency, you are here. What advice do you have?"
The purple-clothed monk covered his mouth and nose and said in disgust: "Ancestor needs Tianling Root and Water Spiritual Root. Take out the Tianling Root and Water Spiritual Root here, wash them and send them over."
The wrinkled face of the cell leader paused in a smile and looked stunned, "Is that all?"
"Of course, do you want me to repeat it again?"
"Don't you dare." The prison head turned around and immediately yelled at the jailer: "Didn't you hear your instructions? Go in and pull out the Tianlinggen and Shuilinggen!"
The leading jailer frowned at the crowd of people in the cell, and could only smile at the order: "Okay, there are just a lot of people in this cell, and they all have marks on their right arms. Adults, please go ahead." Wait, let’s go in and pick people out.”
Mrs. Shang huddled in the corner, holding her child Chunyan.
There is a leaf painted on her arm, which is the symbol of Mu Linggen, and her child Chunyan has a cloud painted on his small arm, which is the symbol of Tian Linggen.
The monks and stewards in Anyu City were short of manpower, so the spiritual roots would have been separated and held separately.
But as the number of people increased, they were imprisoned as soon as they were identified, and there was no manpower or energy to classify them.
Everyone around Mrs. Shang covered their arms, but a few of the Huo Ling Gen Wu were afraid and walked to the side with their arms exposed.
What should be done, what should be done!
Chunyan was still so young and couldn't even speak. Mrs. Shang's hair was messy and tears kept flowing from her eyes. She didn't dare to cry for fear of alarming the jailer.
Chunyan opened his big eyes and looked at his mother, wondering what happened. All he knew was that he couldn't make any noise, and he had to keep quiet here.
My mother said that if I made any noise, I wouldn't be able to go home.
Not only adults are in this prison, but many children have been pulled out.
Mrs. Shang was trembling all over as she watched the jailer getting closer and closer to them.
what to do? what to do?
At this time, an aunt showed Shui Linggen's arm and stood in front of her.
As the aunt appeared, several people with Shuilinggen and even Tianlinggen took the initiative to walk in front of her. A young man turned his head and whispered: "Mrs. Shang, go over there. Those people from Huolinggen will surround you and hide Chunyan."
Mrs. Shang saw that the little boy standing in front of her had water droplets painted on his right arm, which was exactly a water spirit root.
A man with fire roots stood up and snatched Chunyan away, scaring Madam Shang to the point where she almost screamed.
But she saw that the man had hidden the little spring words on his back, and sandwiched the little spring words between the other pregnant woman, and the loose clothes covered him tightly.
Mrs. Shang's tears couldn't stop flowing down her face. She was a wealthy lady, and her appearance was famous far and wide, but here her beauty turned into a disaster, and the jailer accidentally remembered her. "That's not right, this beautiful young lady has a boy with heavenly spiritual roots!"
