The wild fox only felt angry, thinking that these Manchurians really didn't know what to do, and since this evil cause was already in the middle, then he didn't have to follow the teachings of the Venerable Master Zijin.

But the wild fox did not turn back, but continued to walk, firstly because this Zijin Temple was just a temporary shelter, even if these Tartars were not burned, they would always have to be demolished and rebuilt, and secondly, because there were far more Tartars under the mountain than on the mountain.

As the saying goes, people don't have the intention of slaughtering dogs, and dogs hurt people's hearts, since these Tartars can't think about it, then go to Shi Ren's mansion by themselves.

Thinking of this, the wild fox walked along this sheep intestine path that had not been walked for a long time in the direction of Yingtian City.

After walking for about half an hour, the wild fox suddenly found that the more he walked in the direction of Yingtian City, the stronger the smell of blood and burnt smell in the air became.

Ying Tiancheng is still far from here, even if it is fierce, it is impossible for this smell of blood to drift to such a far place, so I am afraid that the source of this smell must be the broken temple village that is still dozens of miles away from Ying Tiancheng, thinking of this, the wild fox can't help but speed up the steps under his feet.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the Broken Temple Village, the Broken Temple Village, which was originally full of pedestrians and chickens and dogs, was only left with broken walls and ruins, full of devastation as far as the eye could see, and stumps and broken arms abounded, which was extremely miserable like Shura Hell.

The wild fox bypassed the corpses all over the ground, and walked with difficulty to a door that looked quite wealthy, the plaque of the family of Jishan hanging on the lintel had been split in half at the moment and thrown aside, and the small courtyard was full of corpses of men, women and children.

The blood stains everywhere had long since congealed black, and these people must have been dead for a long time.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the wild fox suddenly felt sad in his heart, the disaster of the sword soldiers is really worse than the tiger, there is a way to be a peace dog rather than a troubled world, it is really human life like a mustard.

Of course, the wild fox couldn't bear to see the corpses of his family here, so he picked up some flammable things and piled them up with those corpses, and set them on fire, and the black smoke of the burned corpses mixed with the green smoke of the grass and trees curled away.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, since you have died in vain, it is better to be reincarnated, and my hatred will be understood by me for you", facing the raging flames, the wild fox lowered his head and silently recited the Taishang Salvation Sutra several times.

I only felt that the surrounding forest and yin qi were all swept away, it seems that these good people do not want to turn into ghosts and harm people even if they die in vain, thinking of this, the wild fox can't help but feel sad.

Although he promised to avenge these people who died in vain, who should he go to seek revenge, do he really want to kill these Manchus by himself?

The change of dynasties is accompanied by endless killing, and there is a way to achieve success and ten thousand bones, not to mention the achievement of the emperor in the world.

Although these Tungusic people are aliens, the Ming Dynasty, which is about to die, is not a common people and poisons the countryside, so why should these Tungusic people want to replace them?

Gradually, the wild fox found that he seemed to have fallen into a demonic state, no wonder the Venerable Master Zijin had said that one should not meddle in worldly affairs, and the rise and fall of this dynasty alone contained endless causes and effects that made it impossible to distinguish between right and wrong.

Just as he was pondering, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded behind him, and the wild fox hurriedly turned his head, secretly saying in his heart that the road was really narrow.

The person who came was not an outsider, it was the group of Manchurian soldiers who were on the Purple Mountain before, Fan Wencheng was also surprised at the moment, surprised and panicked, he thought that he had burned this little Taoist priest to death with a fire.

But he didn't expect that this little Taoist priest had already walked in front of him, and looking at this posture, he should have expected that he would pass by here and wait here.

Fan Wencheng knew that the wild fox had unpredictable abilities, and it was obviously too late to escape at this moment, so he had to be strong and calm and turn over and dismount, walk up to the wild fox and arch his hand: "The previous thing was the fault of Fan alone, and it has nothing to do with others, if the immortal wants to blame, please let them go." ”

The wild fox did not answer, but pointed to the raging fire behind him, and then pointed around and said, "Did you kill these people?"

Fan Wencheng's mind was clear, and seeing that the wild fox was not in a hurry to make a move, he knew that there was still a turning point in this matter, and immediately shook his head with a smile and said: "No, we were just ordered to chase Shi Ren, and we didn't attack the people along the way, if Fan didn't guess wrong, these villagers should have been killed by the Ming soldiers......"

At this time, the wild fox suddenly became difficult, grabbed Fan Wencheng's neck, and blocked his unfinished words in his throat, "What did you say?"

The people around him had already regarded the wild fox as a god in their hearts, and although the coach was choked by him at this moment, everyone did not move to break the siege.

"Giggles", Fan Wencheng's old face turned red, and he kept pointing to his neck and making a burst of cries like old hens.

It wasn't until the wild fox let go of his hand that he covered his neck and gasped heavily: "Fan is saying that these villagers died under the knife of the Ming soldiers, not by my Manchurian Erlang." ”

The wild fox still couldn't believe that these villagers died in the hands of Ming soldiers, so he grabbed Fan Wencheng's collar and kicked him up, staring at him with his eyes and said, "If you have half a lie, I will make you worse than dead!"

Fan Wencheng hurriedly shook his head into a rattle, pointed to a corpse with a feather arrow in his chest and said: "If the immortal doesn't believe it, you can take out the feather arrow and take a look, my Manchurian Erlang's arrow is three-edged, and only the Ming soldiers use these two bladed flat arrows." ”

Perhaps in order to verify Fan Wencheng's words, a Manchurian soldier who could understand the Central Plains dialect untied the quiver, raised his hands above his head and handed it to the wild fox.

The wild fox snorted coldly, threw Fan Wencheng aside, and then casually pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver, and sure enough, as Fan Wencheng said, this Manchurian soldier did use a three-edged feather arrow.

Even so, the wild fox still had doubts in his heart, so he motioned to the other Manchurian soldiers to present the quiver, and it was not until he had checked all the feathered arrows that the wild fox was completely half convinced.

Walking up to the child's body, the fox found that the child's feet were dangling in the air, and it was evident that the arrow had pierced his body and nailed him to the wooden door.

The wild fox took a deep breath and dragged the child's corpse, then cautiously reached out to pull out the red lacquer rod and white feather arrow, and the arrow had indeed penetrated the child's body, and the arrow of this arrow was the two-edged flat arrow that Fan Wencheng said in his mouth.

After laying the child's body flat on the ground, the wild fox stood up with a confused face, he really didn't expect that these people really died in the hands of their own people, maybe they couldn't understand why this group of people who were supposed to protect them raised their butcher knives to them.