What's special is their dress.

Just like the hidden robe worn by the hermit, it has a hat connected to the clothes, it is very loose and can be covered and cannot see the body shape.

But this kind of clothes are white, and for some reason, this kind of white can give people a holy smell.

They are uninvited guests in the slums.

The white dress is in sharp contrast with the dirty and messy here.

There are people on both sides of the dirt road. They are men and women, old and young, but they have the same characteristics, that is, they are thin!

Skinny.

Someone was lame and lying halfway.

Someone snuggled up to each other but didn't notice that they were all swallowing.

There are also dead bodies that have no one to collect, which smells of fishy smell.

They had no eyes.

There is no trace of light, no trace of spirit.

I can only wait for death here!

This is the consequence of the long war. There is no home, no field, nothing...

It is hard to imagine that there will be such a place.

The hardships sucked their spirits, and even if these uninvited guests arrived, they didn't look up.

What can they do?

Can you give them something to eat?

This is what they need most, nothing else matters...

"Mom, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry."

A little girl crawled in a woman's arms and murmured in a low voice.

Her hair was like dead grass.

She was too thin and pale.

"Mom...is too hungry!"

The woman hugged the little girl tightly and said sadly: "Sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep, and you won't know what you fall asleep..."

She patted and whispered.

There is another meaning when you are asleep, that is, death!

In this case, it is common to not wake up after sleeping.

But this is also a kind of relief.

Even if you die, it is better than living a difficult life.

“What is it?”

"It smells so good!"

At this time, the little girl said something like hysterical.

"This kid is hallucinating."

The girl's mother thought.

However, at this time, she saw a hand, which was quite white, like exquisite jade or cream.

On the hand is a rice cake wrapped in oil paper.

The girl's mother swallowed unconsciously. She raised her head with difficulty, and saw a beautiful face in front of her.

She did not apply any rouge powder, but was just bare-faced, as if any powder could be destroyed. She had a holy temperament, which made people unconsciously convinced...

"Share it for the child."

The woman spoke softly.

The girl's mother took it in a daze and put it to the little girl's mouth.

"Eat quickly, you won't have to fall asleep after eating."

The little girl was energetic, got up from her mother's arms, picked up the rice cake and ate it voraciously...

"Thank you, thank you."

The girl's mother kept thanking the woman.

"Eat, there's still something you've finished eating."

The woman whispered.

At the same time, the white-robed man who followed her often gave food to other refugees and treated the scattered soldiers who were injured and fled here from the battlefield...

The refugee slums seem to have a vitality because of the arrival of these people.

It's evening.

Even the porridge was arranged.

The steaming porridge is what they want most at this moment.

Now someone has given them.

The crowd gathered around the bonfire and drank porridge, and the scene was rare and harmonious.

Someone also asked what everyone wanted to know.

"Who are you?"

"Depending on your clothes, you probably aren't from the court, right?"

"It must not be. How could the court care about our lives or death?"

An old man in a white robe said in a deep voice: "We are the ones who can save you from the sea of ​​suffering..."

"Leave the sea of ​​suffering?"

People were stunned.

Then the dim eyes seemed to be filled with light...

"What do you think is the reason that will make you feel in your current situation?"

The old man in white robe asked.

The people around him shook their heads in a daze.

They are all at the bottom of the world, so how can they understand these things? If it weren't for this bowl of hot porridge, they wouldn't have time to sit here and talk...

The man in white robe said in a deep voice: "The root of sin is war!"

"The long war has destroyed your stable life, destroyed your homeland, and left you displaced!"

This resonated with people.

Even the most ignorant person understands this truth!

It is because of the war that this is what it is now.

"Why are there war?"

“Because there is a country!”

The old man in white robe continued: "The countries are fighting each other!"

"To be precise, a small number of people, in order to realize their own selfish desires, they ignore the lives and deaths of others!"

"And we call this small group of people the rulers!"

"And you are the ruled, and to be more precise, the enslaved ones!"

He tried his best to use words that people could understand and talk...

On this night, around the bonfire, he gave these people a thought enlightenment.

"All of them are all human beings, why are some people born high and some people born rich and noble, why should there be distinction between noble and humble?"

"Why are some people vassals and enslaved by others for their whole lives? You are waiting to die in this refugee slum, and the nobles in the city are wine pools and meat forests!"

His tone was intense, which also infected others' emotions!

“Unfair, this is unfair!”

The old man in white robe shouted: "So, there should be no ruler, there should be no country, everyone is the same!"

“Everyone is equal!”

“Everyone is equal?”

Someone whispered, and the numb thoughts roared!
To be continued...