The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

A street corner in the distance.

Abbess Duanchen of Suxin Nunnery was leading several young monks and nuns in distributing porridge.

The scene was completely surrounded by people.

Excuse me!

Shen Mo squeezed into the crowd. When Abbess Duan Chen saw him, a hint of unease flashed across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

"So it's Benefactor Shen. Recently, there have been more and more common people going hungry, so the abbot specially ordered me to go down the mountain to distribute porridge."

"Master, where is Su Chan?"

Shen Mo was a little curious. Given Su Chan's playful personality, she would definitely be eager to help distribute the porridge.

Duan Chen shook his head and said, "She was afraid of running into the families of her former martial arts school disciples and being too ashamed to face them, so she didn't come along."

"She hasn't let go either."

Shen Mo couldn't help but sigh. She had already made compensation, but she still couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart.

A blush crossed Duan Chen's face, and she quickly changed the subject: "Benefactor Shen, your arrival is just in time. How about you help this humble nun distribute porridge?"

"Alright."

Shen Mo took the wooden ladle and helped distribute the porridge.

Besides the three large buckets on the table, there were two more large buckets behind them. The young monks and nuns couldn't help much, and Duan Chen couldn't finish distributing the offerings even if he worked until dark.

"Please have mercy, I've been starving for three days!"

"Could you scoop out an extra spoonful? I'd like to bring some for my child."

"I'm so hungry!"

.......

When Shen Mo used his skill, he discovered a problem: many of those who came to collect porridge had rosy complexions and did not look like disaster victims at all; they were simply there to take advantage of the situation.

So he whispered to Duan Chen beside him, "Master, don't you think some of them aren't disaster victims at all?"

"Of course I know, but how can I tell?"

Duan Chen shook his head with a wry smile.

Shen Mo also found it difficult to judge from the complexion alone. After all, in addition to eating well, the complexion can also turn red due to wind-heat cold, spring fever, summer heat, stomach fire, etc. So it cannot be generalized.

Have it.

He noticed the sand at his feet, bent down, picked up a handful, and threw it into the porridge bucket, stirring it with a wooden ladle. At the same time, he threw a handful of sand into the other porridge buckets.

Seeing this, Duan Chen asked in confusion, "Benefactor Shen, what's going on?"

Shen Mo smiled without saying a word.

"Damn it, how can we eat rice porridge with sand in it?"

"Stop humiliating me here, let's go."

"I wouldn't eat this porridge even if it were given to me for free!"

Soon, about half of the crowd had left.

Duan Chen suddenly realized, and put his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, Benefactor Shen has great wisdom!"

"It's just a little cleverness, but it seems there are quite a few real disaster victims."

Shen Mo shook his head and sighed.

This move is intended to weed out those who come to freeload. Those who are well-off in their daily lives naturally look down on this porridge mixed with sand, which is not only dirty but also hard to chew.

The disaster victims didn't care about any of that; they were starving to death, and all they wanted was to fill their stomachs.

Another half an hour passed.

A gaunt middle-aged man approached Duan Chen, holding a broken bowl in his hand: "Please have mercy and give me a bowl of porridge."

Just as Duan Chen was scooping porridge, he suddenly pushed the porridge bucket forward with force.

Shen Mo reacted too late, quickly grabbing Duan Chen and dodging to the side. In his haste, he didn't even notice the full touch coming from his palm.

"Master, are you alright?"

"No...it's okay, can you let go of my hand now?"

Duan Chen lowered her head and her voice was as soft as a feather. Only then did Shen Mo realize that she had accidentally grabbed the wrong spot, and she quickly said, "Master, please forgive me, I..."

"I should be thanking you; you didn't mean it."

She was still shaken; if Shen Mo hadn't reacted quickly, that half-bucket of hot porridge would have scalded her upper body.

Shen Mo suddenly turned his head to look at the crowd, only to see the person pushing the bucket fleeing quickly from the crowd. Judging from the aura emanating from him, he was clearly a martial artist with cultivation.

"Where to go?"

Shen Mo took three steps in two, using his movement technique to quickly arrive behind him.

With a "bang," the assailant was kicked to the ground, his teeth shattering.

Shen Mo grabbed the man's hair at the back of his head and said coldly, "Who sent you? Why did you commit this crime?"

It's not hard to guess that this person was acting under someone else's orders.

To lay a hand on a nun who is distributing porridge is worse than that of an animal!

"Stop! Committing violence in the street, do you have no respect for the law?"

At this moment, a burly man who looked like a constable appeared, leading several constables, his hand already on the hilt of his knife.

Shen Mo initially thought the assailant referred to the middle-aged man, until he met their unfriendly gazes.

"Is the foreman mistaken? This man overturned the porridge bucket and tried to hurt someone; I stopped him."

Shen Mo squinted, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

However, it's best to try diplomacy first, then resort to force.

The head constable frowned upon hearing this and said, "How come I didn't see it? Can anyone prove it?"

"Many disaster victims witnessed this firsthand, and they can all testify to it."

"How can we take the words of the disaster victims seriously? I only saw you knock someone down. Come with us." The constable said, about to make a move, but after taking only half a step forward, he was sent flying.

His burly body slammed heavily onto a small stall, crushing plums everywhere beneath him, causing him to scream in pain.

The constables stopped in their tracks, trembling with fear.

Shen Mo pulled out the golden token and said coldly, "I am a top-ranking constable of the Divine Arrest Bureau. Why are you aiding and abetting evil?"

"The Divine... Divine Arrest Bureau?"

"Top-notch Constable?"

The constables looked at each other, their faces turning pale with fright.

The power of the Divine Arrest Bureau surpasses that of the county magistrate. On ordinary days, even the lowest-ranking gray and white-ranked constables of the Divine Arrest Bureau have to bow and scrape before them, let alone the gold-ranked constables.

Some of the quick-witted ones immediately explained, "We don't know what happened either. Officer Jiang sent us, so we followed him."

Shen Mo didn't waste any words with them and went straight to the screaming Constable Jiang, showing him the gold medal.

"I'm asking you, who ordered you to do that?"

"No...no one instructed me to do this."

Shen Mo couldn't help but sigh, "The Dislocating Bone Technique, you finally have a chance to use it."

"What?"

Before Jiang, the constable, could react, a series of "crackling" sounds rang out, and the intense pain made him want to die.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about hiding the secret and hurriedly said, "I'll talk! I'll talk! It was the Jiang family who made me do it."

"The Jiang family?"

Shen Mo quickly figured it out. The Jiang family was the largest rice and flour producer in Daqian, so naturally they didn't want to see people giving out porridge. Otherwise, how could they sell their grain to the people at a high price?

What a family the Jiang family is!

Jiang, the constable, gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, although you are a top-ranking constable, the Jiang family also has a legitimate daughter who is a top-ranking constable of the Divine Constable Bureau, and there is also a woman from the Jiang family who is an imperial concubine and is deeply favored by His Majesty."

"So what?"

Shen Mo sneered and retorted that, in terms of wealth, the Liu family, to which Liu Ruyan belonged, was in no way inferior to the Jiang family.

In terms of power, no matter how favored the young concubine surnamed Jiang is, can she compare to the Empress in terms of power?

Seeing this, Constable Jiang stopped trying to persuade him and forced a smile: "Sir, I've told you everything I know. Can you restore me?"

"Just bear with it."

Shen Mo returned to the porridge stall, and Duan Chen asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

"You care about me?"

Duan Chen hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and admitted, "You hurt people to save me, so of course I care."