Long Yuan grabbed the tree fiercely, and his nails fell upside down because of the force. Shu Ji and the group of short men kept laughing wildly, and kept scolding: "Damn Central Plains pigs, your women are our slaves, and your men are a group of dogs that we raise!" Hahaha, you guys are ready to pay tribute to us, damn Central Plains pigs! Your territory is so vast that you have raised your herd of pigs, what a damn thing! ”

The group of short men hurled insults as they dragged the women away. Long Yuan really scolded himself for being incompetent, seeing that this group of animals was about to spoil a woman in vain, but he couldn't do anything.

"Alas, the wind is going down, the wind is going down!" When the group of short men had gone away, an old man with gray hair reluctantly walked out. Then one after another people came out of the room, and no one was angry, but silently cleaned up the things that the short men had messed up.

Long Yuan saw that the appearance of these people was no different from himself, so he must be the Central Plains people mentioned in the mouth of the Silver War Eagle King. Thinking of this, Long Yuan jumped down from under the tree suddenly, but Long Yuan, who didn't have much strength in his body, could only rely on his wings and slowly landed. After the wings were folded, Long Yuan put on the clothes he had begged from the Silver War Eagle King and walked over to the old man.

"Old man!" Long Yuan arched his hand and made a gesture, but the old man was startled.

"You! Who are you? Could it be that they are the same bunches again? As soon as the old man said this, all of them began to flee, and the children ran towards the house while crying.

"No, no, no! I've come here from another place, and you're talking about the same ugly dwarfs. Long Yuan already knew most of it in his heart, it seemed that those arrogant dwarves were indeed the widows in the mouth of the Silver War Eagle King, and most of what the Silver War Eagle King said had been verified.

The old man seemed to be very afraid, but after listening to what Long Yuan said, he opened his eyes and looked Long Yuan up and down. Then he whispered to Long Yuan: "Be quiet, be quiet, those bandits haven't gone far yet, if you say this, they will not only cause trouble for yourself, but also cause trouble for our village." Valence"

"Let's come out and clean up, this person is from our Central Plains!" After the old man called for a long time, a few bold people just came out secretly to take a look. Then the number of people gradually increased, and Long Yuan sighed in his heart that this group of widows was really too bitter to oppress the people, and they would be afraid of even one of them.

"Why didn't you report it? Can the government help you decide? ”

"Reporter? Hehe, young man, are you joking? You should also know that the Tang Dynasty has reached the extreme, and there is even more collusion between the government and the group of widows, let's go to report to the officials? Isn't that giving your own head to those bandits? Young people, if you don't understand, don't make a mess! The old man smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Old man, it's not right for you to say that, the Buddha has clouds, good and evil, and he sees the sky, and people are watching the sky. And why are you afraid of these savages? Long Yuan turned around when he heard this, only to see a kind monk appear in front of him.

"Are you two from the Tang Dynasty? All the people of Datang have long been accustomed to it, let alone resist, even if they say a few bad words, they will be terrified for several days! If you don't eat the fireworks of the world, don't worry about our affairs. The old man's words became cold, and he put on a posture of asking you not to meddle in your affairs.

"Everyone, stop and don't clean up. Listen to me, if it is a chopstick, it is easy to break; A pair of chopsticks is not easy to break. We should all unite to get rid of the oppressive bandits and live like human beings! The monk became indignant, not at all like a monk.

"Hehe, you said lightly, do you know how many of us they killed? Didn't we resist? Ten of us can't beat any of them, do you know how many of our villagers they killed in that rebellion? They killed a hundred of our villagers, including children of several years old! The prettier girls in our village have been taken by them, do you know what the consequences are? They were so weak, even girls as young as ten years old, they were ravaged day and night. In the end, after running out of energy and dying, they skinned themselves and made them into a big drum for their music! After saying this, the old man wiped away a handful of old tears and sighed deeply.

"Do you think you two are saviors? What is that called? Impractical, unrealistic! If we pay the tribute in a month, and we hand over a woman, we will not suffer the catastrophe of destruction! Get out of here, don't add disaster to our village! Our village can't afford to be tortured anymore! After the old man said this, all the people became angry, and kept picking up the stones on the ground and throwing them at Long Yuan and the monk frantically. The monk didn't seem to be afraid, just reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and the stones fell to the ground the moment they touched the monk.

But Long Yuan didn't have such a good ability, and he couldn't show his wings lightly in front of the people, Long Yuan was scarred for a while. If it weren't for the monk's timely rescue, Long Yuan would probably have been seriously injured by this group of angry villagers. The monk opened his mouth, but looking at those crazy villagers, he could only sigh and use the Buddha's light to protect Long Yuan and take him away.

When the old man saw the monk and Long Yuan walking away, he could only sigh and say, "Let's go, let's go!" The farther you go, the better, and don't come again. You're all good boys, old man, I'm sorry for you. I don't want you to get into this trouble, old man, you're still young! ”

After the old man said this to himself, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, a little wetness appeared on the ground, and the memories were like a cracked embankment, which couldn't stop hitting the old man's nerves.

At that time, the old man still had a son, a daughter-in-law, and two lovely grandchildren. It was the group of widows who suddenly broke into the village, seeing that their daughter-in-law was so beautiful, that they insulted her in front of all the people. Those hundreds of widows, all the old man could do was to hold his son tightly.

And the two lovely grandsons had already run out and smashed their little fists on the group of humanoid widows. Half of his head was cut off by them with a so-called Oriental knife, and his small body fell straight to his mother's side.

And his daughter-in-law could only cry and scream but was humiliated by the group of beasts, and no one helped their family, they just turned around and left silently. There is not a single people! The old man is the head of this village, and he is really dedicated to helping the people on weekdays, but no one came to the rescue of the huge disaster that day.

The old man's memory stayed at the moment when his two grandsons died, and the old man was in a coma for a long, long time before he woke up. At that time, there was only his son with endless anger and three corpses. The old man only felt as if part of his heart had been gouged out alive, and the pain was extremely painful, but he didn't know what to grasp.

The angry son gathers a group of tough guys in the village to fight the Japanese to the death. One qiē is in secret operation, and even the old man doesn't know about it.

Until that day, the Japanese invaded their village again and took their son and several other villagers with them. Thus they were taken away from the old man alive, and they took them away with an ugly smile and a wild laugh. Maybe someone is informing, maybe their actions are exposed, and no one knows how those pirates know.

The old man only knew that the next day's village tree was full of the heads of the villagers who had been taken away, and his son was inside. And under the big tree in the village, there are neat human skins.

When the bad news came, the whole village had collapsed, and the Japanese reappeared. They demanded money and food from the village every month, as well as women, and if they didn't, they would kill many, many people! The old man is just a village chief, a village chief who wants everyone to live, so he can only lead the villagers to survive. The old man knew about this method of the Japanese robbers, and they did not press it very hard, leaving the villagers with a way to survive. But this method is like raising a herd of pigs, using them to squeeze them for a long time. But because there is a little hope left to keep them alive, they will not resist, they will only be oppressed by the herd of animals all the time.

The old man thought of this, and spit out another mouthful of blood, but no villager came to support the old man, and his indifferent appearance was already like a walking corpse. The old man took a deep look at the backs of Long Yuan and the two of them leaving, and muttered to himself, "Let's go, children, go far!" You are all good children, let me bear this pain, old man, you go away. Don't come back, just live well, just live like a human being! ”

The monk helped Long Yuan to a ruined temple with no one and used the Buddha's light to heal Long Yuan's injuries. After settling down, the monk slowly spoke: "I didn't expect you to be a wasted person, and such a wasted person as you are more bloody than those people with sound limbs, the poor monk admires and admires!" ”

"Hehe, as you said, I can only do what I say, but I can't help anything, I don't know what the monk's name is?" Long Yuan smiled bitterly, these days, the body of this waste man was broken by everyone, and he was even stronger and almost died in vain. This is really a great irony for himself, but thinking of this, Long Yuan's heart is even more sad, I don't know whether to be sad about the experience of the villagers or sad for their indifference.

"The poor monk is the golden cicada under the Buddha's door, and this time he is out of the mountain to purify all sentient beings." Long Yuan suddenly saw a trace of killing in the eyes of the golden cicada, and Long Yuan had an illusion for a moment that the one in front of him was not a monk with great compassion, but like a bloodthirsty murderous demon.