The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Remember this one sentence."

Lin Chen took a deep breath and declared the Kitchen God's absolute bottom line, word by word:

"The Kitchen God's rule is—

Relieve the suffering, but do not save the wicked!"

The moment those words fell, the entire crowd was shaken.

Those five words, like a great bell, echoed over the plaza for a long time.

Unexpectedly, faced with such a seemingly "harsh," even threatening rule, not one among the tens of thousands of displaced people found it excessive. Not one spoke up in objection.

On the contrary, after a brief moment of stunned silence, the crowd erupted in unprecedented cheers of support, filled with reverence and fervor!

"Good! Relieve the suffering, but don't save the wicked! Well said!"

The old man who had been the first to eat a bun excitedly hammered his cane against the ground.

"That's how gods ought to be! If they save every rotten bastard, how are they any different from those evil cults?!

The Kitchen God is clear in his rewards and punishments—now that is a true Orthodox God!"

"Advisor Lin is right! We may be poor, and we may be hungry, but we have hands and feet, and we're willing to work! We won't be rice parasites!"

The displaced people flushed red, each one straightening their backs as though they wanted to show the god in the portrait the openness of their hearts.

With parched, hoarse voices, they began surging forward madly, shouting desperately for portraits.

"Advisor Lin! Give me a portrait! I'll go home and put it up right away!"

"I want one too! I swear I'll never do evil—please, Kitchen God, watch over me!"

"Don't shove! Everyone line up to receive a portrait! Whoever dares snatch one is showing disrespect to the Kitchen God!"

Rather than descending