Why.

Oh, my castle keeper, why are you so naïve!

The steward of the City Lord's Mansion on the side was so anxious that the soles of his feet were hot.

Is this kind of battle between the strongest of the level that you can meddle in? The steward wanted to cry without tears.

"Hand over the monk, or tell me where he is, and I'll go, or let all the people of your city bury him." Chang Mao's tone was cold, with unquestionable domineering.

The people in the city fled in a panic, screaming one after another, and the city became a pot of porridge.

In the north of this county seat, there is a large mansion in which there is a lot of vegetarianism.

A mourning hall stands in the backyard, many guests are full of sadness, and several juniors wearing filial piety scarves and sackcloth in the middle of the mourning hall kneel on the ground and cry bitterly.

The suona, gongs and drums on the side echoed in the mourning hall.

Even if there was chaos outside, the earth-shattering noise in the county town, and the cries of young children, they could not affect everyone in this mourning hall.

There is nothing more important in the world than joys and sorrows.

The sad suona sound is like a whimpering sob, tactful and quiet, like a cool breeze after the rain, spreading in the corners and alleys of the earth.

"Daddy. A man in the prime of life, with a majestic physique like a violent bear, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall.

Behind the man were two young and ignorant children, who had not yet understood much of the world, but they were very obedient and kneeling behind their father, learning their father's movements.

The sound of suona on the side became deeper and lower, like an old man's sad whimper.

Many of the guests around were relatives and old friends of the deceased, and they couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads when they heard this voice.

"Isn't there a person who can speak to come out, if you don't come out, all the people in your county will be able to save a coffin money. Chang Mao's unruly voice echoed.

The sound came into this small courtyard, and many onlookers trembled, and their faces showed a trace of panic, but soon this panic disappeared without a trace.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped and stopped.

Without the cooperation of gongs and drums, the simple suona is a little cold.

This voice was extremely penetrating, except for the man who was still kowtowing with a sad face, the two young children behind him suddenly trembled, trembled, and their movements became stiff. The young child didn't actually understand the meaning of the words spoken by Tsunemo in the sky, but their souls were shaken by the sound, so that they did not dare to move.

Not only the two young children, but also many guests around them were slightly disturbed.

The sound of suona also gradually stopped, and with the sound of suona stopped, the hearts of the surrounding listeners were very different, and they felt empty, as if something had been hollowed out.

"Old Jiang Tou, do you say that we can't escape this catastrophe today, we have been blowing the funeral music for others for decades, but I didn't expect the last one to be sung for ourselves. The old man with a clear face and a gong and drum in his hand said energetically.

Although he talks about life and death, he does not have the slightest fear of life and death.

It's as if I have seen through life and death.

In fact, for him, he also looked down on life and death, if there is any profession in this world that can often come into contact with death, except for soldiers, it belongs to their jobs that are related to funerals.

They are also accustomed to the joys and sorrows of the world, and look down on life and death.

Death is no longer new to them,

White-haired people send black-haired people, black-haired people send white-haired people, century-old couples who share the same bed, brothers who are as close as siblings, what kind of farewell has not been seen.

For them, they are sympathetic to life and death, but indifferent to reincarnation.

Anyone will have that day, the difference is only sooner or later.

The old man who was called Lao Jiang Tou was an old man who was already bald, and this old man had a somewhat blessed body, his eyes were not big, and he looked even smaller when he squinted.

"Hey. Old Jiang Tou laughed, put away the suona in his hand, looked up at the sky, and did not answer the words of the old man with gongs and drums.

The old man holding the gong and drum was not annoyed, he was used to it, and the old Jiang Tou had not spoken much.

But he knows that Lao Jiang Tou is a sincere person, he is very sincere in everything he does, he never cuts corners, he will do many things silently, and he will not show off everywhere even if he finishes it.

"Say, old Jiang Tou, were you a cultivator when you were young?" said a mysterious smile on the face of the old man holding the gong and drum.

Old Jiang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "There are many words." ”

"Hahaha, people who are dying, how can you do it if you don't talk much, otherwise what if you see the king of Hades in the underworld and regret it. The old man with the gong and drum in hand smiled.

Old Jiang Tou glared at him angrily, with a trace of remembrance in his eyes, he looked down at the suona in his hand, rubbed it gently, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of self-deprecation, "I used to be a cultivator, but that's all in the past." The world of cultivators is not as beautiful as they imagined, nor is it as happy as others imagine, and it is also a bloody slaughterhouse, and I am an abandoned loser. And what is there to say about a loser. ”

Chang Mao's eyes showed a trace of impatience, and he was about to be angry, when the voice of the city guard suddenly came from below: "The general is angry, the two countries are at war, and the soldiers and monks die only by the destiny of heaven, but the people are so innocent." ”

Chang Mao lowered his head and saw only a man with thick eyebrows and wide eyes, a wide nose and a square mouth striding towards him wearing a county robe. The county magistrate hurriedly clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice: "How innocent the people are! ”

"I'm not an executioner, so naturally I don't have a penchant for slaughtering people. Chang Mao said lightly, his eyes sharp, staring at the county magistrate below. "I just want you to tell me where the monk is. You say, "All of you live, and if you don't say it, you'd rather kill the wrong than let it go." ”

A thick smell of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The county commander was cold, and the person on his head simply regarded the lives of the people as a mustard, but if he said it, I am afraid that he would completely offend the Prince of the North.

Although the Anshi Empire is now ruled by His Majesty, the Northern Prince's right to speak in the north of the Anshi Empire is even more effective than His Majesty's words.

However, when I thought of the people in the city, the county order was blocked in the bottom of his heart, and he had mixed tastes in his heart for a while.

"In ......" the county order opened its mouth.

"Bang!"

The words stopped abruptly, and suddenly his head exploded with a bang.

A Buddha bead penetrated his head, and the dark yellow Buddha bead fell to the ground and spun quietly, and a few drops of blood were spilled out, turning into a little blood spot.

"Amitabha. ”

A monk came slowly, his expression sad and joyless.

"Hey, you bald ass. It looks quite honest, but I didn't expect it to be more ruthless than me. Chang Mao was amazed.

The monk looked up at Chang Mao, his face was sad, and his thick eyebrows were squeezed into a pile, "Donor, why do you always fight and kill like this, the poor monk is from the Great World of Elysium, Buddha name——"

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling cold light rose into the sky, and in an instant, a good head rose to the sky.

The sleek head was glistening, there was not a single hair on the top of the head, and underneath it was a miserable white cheek.

"Dare to come and besiege me, no matter where you come from!"