The woman hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and replied, "I don't know either. We hadn't even reached the city gates when someone told us that Lingyin Temple was distributing food and porridge here."

"Yes! There were quite a few people!"

"They said the Temple Master of Lingyin Temple is a kind-hearted person who can't bear to see others suffer!"

"We asked around all the way to get here, please have mercy on us!"

"......"

Other refugees, hearing this, began to speak up, and eventually, they all bowed repeatedly to Daoist Qingxu.

Daoist Qingxu's face turned dark instantly.

Am I a kind-hearted person?

Thank you very much!

If it were any other time, he might have happily accepted this title.

But now, it was definitely harming him!

Who was the bastard trying to sabotage the Daoist priest behind his back!

Daoist Qingxu was furious.

After getting the answer he wanted, Gu Changge handed the scallion pancake in his hand to the woman.

The woman accepted it with a look of surprise, hurriedly breaking it into pieces to feed the child in her arms.

The child in her arms was so weak and frail that Gu Changge couldn't even tell if it was a boy or a girl.

"Mother, you eat too."

After swallowing a couple of bites with difficulty, the child pushed the scallion pancake back to the woman.

The woman looked at the scallion pancake, swallowed her saliva secretly, then quickly gritted her teeth and forced a smile, "No, you eat. Mother is not hungry, you eat quickly."

She glanced around warily, eyeing the other restless refugees like a fierce wolf, holding a sharp stone shard hidden in her sleeve.

They had fled from famine.

She knew all too well what these starving people with green eyes were capable of.

Fortunately, Gu Changge's presence was enough to deter them.

These hungry people used their last bit of reason to suppress their desires.

After all, starving to death and being killed were two different things.

But those eyes staring intently at the scallion pancake still made one's heart uneasy.

Gu Changge took in the scene silently for a long time.

Daoist Qingxu walked over to Gu Changge.

Looking at the refugees in front of him, he asked in a low voice, "Changge, what should we do with these refugees? Should we distribute porridge?"

He was unsure.

After thinking about it, he decided to let Gu Changge make the decision.

Although Gu Changge was young, he was much more capable than him.

Lingyin Temple had been doing well in recent years and had some savings.

Since last year, after hearing about disasters in other places, he had stored a lot of grain in the temple on Gu Changge's advice. Feeding the hungry people in front of them for one meal wasn't a problem.

But it was just one meal.

There was no solution for the problems that would arise after that, so he didn't make any decisions on his own.

Having known each other for years, Gu Changge knew that although Daoist Qingxu had many small flaws, he was definitely a kind person.

"We can, but we can't distribute porridge here at Lingyin Temple, or rather, we can't feed everyone to their fill!"

Gu Changge thought for a moment and replied.

If they distributed porridge here at Lingyin Temple, more refugees would surely flock here upon hearing the news.

That would be the entire circuit's worth of disaster victims!

Hexi Circuit had always been a populous area, and even if only a portion fled, and only a portion of that portion reached Rising Dragon City, the numbers could still be in the hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Lingyin Temple wasn't one of those world-renowned temples.

Feeding the disaster victims in front of them for one meal was the limit, and if thousands more came, even cooking all the trees on the mountain wouldn't be enough.

Daoist Qingxu understood.

He suddenly waved his sleeve and walked to the front.

The hungry people all looked at him.

Daoist Qingxu said in a deep voice, "Our temple is small and poor, unable to provide porridge for everyone. Please, kind benefactors, seek help elsewhere."

Instantly, the hungry people on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain erupted.

"Daoist, have mercy on us. We've traveled far, just hoping for a bowl of thin porridge to fill our stomachs!"

"Yes! We beg for your compassion, Daoist!"

"Please, our children are really starving to death!"

"Save us, please!"

"......"

In front of Lingyin Temple, there was a sudden outburst of crying and pleading, with countless people banging their heads on the stone steps, creating a scene of extreme chaos.

Daoist Qingxu was at a loss and could only speak loudly and helplessly, "Everyone, please look up for a moment. All the people of Lingyin Temple are here."

He pointed to the twenty or so people at the mountain gate.

Lingyin Temple was just a small temple, with only about twenty brothers in total.

"Although we have a few days' worth of food left in the temple, how can we possibly divide it among all of you?"

The disaster victims looked at each other upon hearing this.

For a moment, they calmed down.

With so many people and so little porridge, fighting over it might lead to bloodshed.

If they were still elsewhere, it might be different, but now that they had reached Rising Dragon City, surely they could find food here?

So why hang themselves here?

Daoist Qingxu sighed in relief as the situation stabilized.

"How about this, anyone with children can stay, but only one adult per child. This is all we can do."

"Thank you, Daoist!"

"Daoist, your compassion will never be forgotten!"

"Many thanks for your mercy, Daoist!"

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"......"

Instantly, many people among the disaster victims cried and thanked him.

There were quite a few with children among the refugees, and hearing that their children could have a meal, the parents were naturally grateful.

The entire refugee group quickly became divided.

Some refugees who were reluctant to leave looked at each other and didn't dare to linger any longer.

If they angered the Daoist here and he refused to take anyone in, the parents of those children might tear them apart.

Gu Changge couldn't help but smile slightly at Daoist Qingxu's clever move to divide them.

What a brilliant tactic!

It seemed the Temple Master wasn't someone to be underestimated.

The refugees, realizing there was no food here, began to slowly retreat.

Daoist Qingxu then instructed the other Daoists to start distributing porridge.

But his face remained worried.

He approached Gu Changge, frowning, and asked, "Changge, who do you think is secretly trying to trip us up?"

"Daoist, have you offended anyone?"

Gu Changge looked at him.

Daoist Qingxu quickly waved his hand, "Don't say that. I've always been friendly with others and never offended anyone."

"Then do you think our Lingyin Temple has offended anyone?"

Daoist Qingxu was taken aback, looking at Gu Changge in surprise, "You mean to say..."

"Rivals are enemies."

Gu Changge only said this one sentence.

In recent years, Lingyin Temple's incense offerings had improved significantly, naturally affecting some other places.

He looked at the backs of the departing disaster victims and said softly, "But none of that matters. What matters is the problem at hand."

Daoist Qingxu followed Gu Changge's gaze, equally worried.

"You're right. I heard in the city a few days ago that not only Hexi and Hedong, but Mobei also had snow disasters."

"If refugees have drifted here, it means Hexi and Hedong's disaster relief is ineffective."

"This is a sign of chaos in the world!"

Daoist Qingxu sighed.

Gu Changge nodded in agreement.

He thought of Gu Feng's fate and murmured, "But it's in chaotic times that heroes emerge!"