Chapter 2517
Chapter 9
Chapter 2517 Return to 9
Li Qiong retreated to the terrace, jumped up, and his figure disappeared.
After Qingzhu bowed, he took people to pull out Lulan, who was still dazed and confused.
Xining closed his eyes: "You guys should do what you want to do."
Soon Xining was the only one left in the room. He immediately lay down on the soft couch. Finally he left and could have a good rest.
Mo Ming...are you thinking I don't exist?
Lulan was carried out by two people in a daze. Before she got there, she heard Bilian's screams from a long distance away.
As we approached, we found a small courtyard. Bilian was lying on a bench, her body and hands tied tightly with hemp ropes. Next to her was a tall male servant of the gods, beating her with a stick, and there were people counting people beside him.
After each blow, you have to wait a few seconds before the next blow.
There were many people watching around, some even showing a look of gloating, but no one showed any pity. These were all people selected from various places with good looks and outstanding character.
If she hadn't been in danger, she might have stood by and watched the fun. The main reason was that Bilian relied on the favor of the God of Power and Poverty to act like a half-master, or it could be said that none of the gods were as sarcastic as her.
I didn't expect that I was too clever this time, thinking that Li Qiong would protect her, but I ended up flipping over. And this time I flipped over and could never get up again.
but……
Lu Lan watched herself walking further and further away, heading towards the temporary residence where she would retire.
This is the lowest level of Shenshan Xianju. Further down is the mountain gate, where seven or eight people who are about to leave the mountain already live.
Some are embroidering and chatting, while others are drying clothes. As a retired servant of God, if you return to the village, you will be respected. If you have not improved your cultivation, have lived for decades, and have no relatives in the village, you will go to a special village where all retired servants of God are homeless, and everyone will take care of each other. So it is very casual here.
Seeing another person being brought in, everyone looked over and was surprised. After all, no one was brought in by someone being carried.
"I'll send someone to pack up your things and deliver them to you. If you have any problems, you can go directly to the person in charge here, or have someone tell me." Qingzhu meant that if you have any problems, don't report them to the Lord God.
Lu Lan still didn't understand, the tears on her face hadn't dried yet: "It has been proven that I was wronged, why..."
Why let her go, why?
Qingzhu didn't answer, but looked deeply at her injured face with the slap marks. Her face and mouth were swollen even more. "The doctor will come and treat your injury later."
Seeing Qingzhu turn around and leave, Lulan became anxious.
Qingzhu has lived for hundreds of years. As the most senior servant of God and the most authoritative manager under the throne of God Nian Cang, he should understand everything.
"Master Qingzhu, why is this happening?" Lulan felt that if she didn't figure this out, she would never let it go until she died. She suddenly used all her strength to break free from the two people on her left and right, and shouted at Qingzhu's back: "Is it because I went beyond the level of the higher authorities to appeal, so I can't stay?"
Qingzhu stopped but didn't look back.
"Tell me, Master Qingzhu, please tell me." Lu Lan's voice choked again, but she did not regret reporting it directly to the Lord God. They were all going to be driven out of the sacred mountain anyway, so of course they had to leave with a clean record.
Qingzhu's voice came, asking her back: "Have you cleared your grievances yourself?"
"Isn't it?" Lu Lan shouted at the top of her lungs.
"I didn't see it." Qingzhu said firmly.
Lu Lan was stunned. What else did she do in front of the Lord God and other gods besides kneeling and crying and shouting for justice? Did she show her beaten face and the blood on her back from being whipped?
Qingzhu was as calm as a god, without a single ripple: "A person who can't even protect himself will sooner or later get into trouble. Go out and live a good life out there." Then he left.
I understand. Now I finally understand. The spirits were not targeting her. If anyone in the village felt wronged, they could also write a petition and burn incense to appeal to the spirits without going through the village chief.
She was too weak and useless. People can be kind, but they must have the basic ability to protect themselves. She didn't even have the ability to defend herself. She relied on the gods to distinguish right from wrong and give her justice. Otherwise, if she followed the rules, she would leave with a disgraced reputation.
After she figured it out, she felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground. Not long after, Qingzhu went to Liqiong and told him that Bilian had been sent to the laundry department after being punished.
"I understand." Li Qiong's eyebrows were gloomy.
Qingzhu asked tentatively: "Should we call a doctor?"
Li Qiong sat calmly for a long while before responding: "Follow the rules."
The rule is that you cannot ask a doctor for treatment, and any injuries you suffer as punishment for your mistakes are left to fate.
"Yes." Qingzhu bowed and left.
This means that Qingzhu has completed all the tasks.
He is not Liqiong's manager, because the matter has been reported to the main god, and Nian Cang is the god in charge on duty. He is Nian Cang's manager. Now that Liqiong's manager Bilian is in trouble, he is the only one who can handle the matter.
In the laundry department, more than a dozen servants were busy.
The clothes of the fourteen first gods, each of whom had a steward and twelve servants of different ranks, were all washed here. The cloth products replaced by the various temples, such as quilt covers, curtains, and draperies, were also washed here.
The materials used are rice washing water, soap beans, etc., and they are all rubbed by hand and stepped on with feet. After drying, they have to be folded. The workload is the largest in the sacred mountain.
It was already evening. I folded the clothes that had been dried today and went to the kitchen to get the rice water. I put it in the pool to settle and would use it for washing clothes tomorrow morning.
Bilian lay on the wooden bed, sweating profusely from the pain from her wound.
This is a simple room with only a small bed and a small cabinet. Everyone here lives in such a single room.
She is currently injured, so she doesn't have to work for the time being.
The door opened, and a man came in with a tray, put the tray on the bedside cabinet, and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Bilian stopped her, licked her lips and begged with difficulty: "Can you help me call a doctor? I'm in so much pain and need medicine."
The man looked at her without saying a word, and there was no expression on his face. However, the coldness in his eyes made Bilian know that her request would not be granted.
Bilian gritted her teeth, took off the golden hairpin on her head, and handed it over: "Please."
This golden hairpin was given to her by the God of Powerless after her first bedtime. She wore it every day, and Lulan, a lowly servant, was also rewarded with a jade hairpin, which made her so angry that she lost her mind and made an irreparable mistake.
But the man didn't answer the phone, nor did he reply. He walked out as if he hadn't heard anything, and closed the door quietly.
Here, everything is a personal possession. If you have an extra hairpin, you can’t eat it or pay for it. Once you leave the sacred mountain, you can’t take anything with you except the clothes on your back. The village will make arrangements and set a minimum standard.
Bilian tightly grasped the golden hairpin, tears streaming down her face.
Crying is useless. After a while, I turned to look at the dinner plate. Dinner was a bowl of porridge, a white steamed bun, a dish of vegetables and two pieces of braised pork.
Shenshan is merciful and will not withhold food and basic supplies from anyone, even those who have committed crimes.
She endured the pain, moved the plate in front of herself, ate it all with tears still in her eyes, and scraped all the porridge in the bowl with the steamed bun.
She had to eat enough, otherwise she would have a fever at night. If she couldn't make it, she would die, and she didn't want to die. Even if she had to stay here for another ten years after her injuries healed, she didn't want to die!
As long as you can get through this stage and endure another ten years, you can be considered retired.