"Not yet, a small number of people are missing."

The serpentine procession was now reduced to a tiny tip of its tail, and it wouldn't be long before everyone was completely over the bridge.

The sky has already sunk, and the Jinguang Bridge is particularly conspicuous in the dim evening evening, and it is definitely an extraordinary video with a lot of clicks when it is filmed and put on the Internet.

However, the network in Meghalaya has been cut off, not to mention the Cotai Bridge, and even yesterday's video of the giant Buddha has not been uploaded to the network.

"Then you're going to wait for them all to cross the river?" Mu Ke looked at the three burial monks carefully, if at first glance he would only think that the monk's face was full of dust, but after a closer look, he could see that the potholes on his face seemed to be burned out of the fire, and he could survive such a serious fire, is this extraordinary power.

Sanfu finally opened his eyes, and he looked at Muk calmly, sensing the ominous aura coming from the fair-skinned damp poison man in front of him.

Ordinary people categorically can't sense the smell of Muke's body, but the three burials have a stimulus in their brains like being pricked by needles, is it the terrifying existence underground that has turned into a human form?

And this ominous atmosphere is still gradually rising, and the immediate non-existent is accumulating their own strength little by little, as if they are constantly deploying troops and deploying positions before the big war, and the more they delay, the more unfavorable it will be to themselves.

"Yes."

The monk's power was weakened in disguise, and it was in his best interest to fight at this time, but the passers-by who were preparing to cross the river would be unlucky.

Once the transcendent battle starts, no one can resist the slightest aftermath of the battle, and the wave of the hand can kill dozens or hundreds.

"Stupid." Muk was a little suspicious that this guy with a strange accent was not a wet poisoner, he was also a well-informed elite, and he always felt that the monk's accent was somewhat familiar, "Before the catastrophe, your behavior was just a mantis arm, and you really thought that you were a savior, and you could take on the responsibility of saving everyone?" ”

The crowd passed quickly, the old cow dragged the cart on the bridge with great difficulty, and the passers-by also shouted to help push the cart in the rear.

Someone noticed the two people opposite the bridge, the atmosphere was strangely suffocating, they didn't dare to step forward to interfere, and they quickly passed after kowtowing.

“……”

The flow of people is like weaving, the lines are in a hurry, and the armed forces gathered in the sky also intuitively indicate that the atmosphere of fire here is getting stronger and stronger.

The long snake team finally came to an end, and the last person was an old man who was already in his seventies, walking slowly and stopping one step at a time.

The old man with damp poison is not like the old man in the island country of Tokyo, who is in his seventies and can still have spare money and energy to go to Fengyue places, and long-term physical labor and physical illness make this old man's back bent and rickety, and his eyes are cloudy and he can hardly see anything clearly.

And as if it were taken for granted, poverty and desperation were linked together, and this poor old man had no offspring, and he would be alone when he died.

"Bang bang bang." He walked barefoot across the bridge, and it wasn't until he stepped onto the golden bridge that his cloudy eyes seemed to see the light.

"Strange, when did this bridge change."

Muttering in a local language that was difficult for outsiders to understand, some blind old men continued to walk slowly, he was definitely a sturdy young man who could walk a meter and a half in one step when he was young, but now he could only move in small steps, and he didn't know how long it would take to cross the not very wide river.

"Do you think you've crossed the river with everybody here? Are they all safe? Muk's eyes rolled as the old man walked, "In the hinterland of Meghalaya, heading south, there are thousands of people in the towns, forests, and tribes who have not yet moved, some of whom are unaware, and some of whom are willing to die, don't you want to help these people?" Or did they abandon them? ”

"Among the ten old people, maybe only one will migrate like him to survive, and more will not be able to move, can you save 10,000 people who crossed the river, can you save a million people?"

"It's one that can save one." Sanfu's belief is firm, he knows that he can't save everyone, let alone him, even if the wet poison government can't do it in a hurry.

However, saving everyone was never considered in the three burials, he only asked for a clear conscience.

"Stupid." This was the second time that Mook had cursed this, and his voice was so angry that the old man on the bridge almost fell to the ground.

Seeing that everyone had crossed the river, the flying formation in the sky also reacted, and the lethal weapons were aimed at the bridgehead, ready to attack the strange Muk on the ground, but only if Muk and the monk were separated, the pious pilots did not dare to attack the three burials that showed miracles.

"It is because of a hypocrite like you who seems to be positive, but in fact is negative, that the injustice and darkness in this world continue to flow."

"......" Sanfu didn't want to argue with him, he knew that he was just a stupid monk, and words had never been his forte, "The little monk doesn't understand what you mean." ”

"Do you know the tree bridge in Meghalaya?" Mook's tone suddenly sank, hiding his excitement and irritability in the dark.

"I don't know." Sanfu shook his head, not to mention the tree bridge, even the place of Meghalaya was still known to him not long ago.

"A long time ago, it was still a primitive tribe isolated from the world, whether it was the civilization of East Asia or South Asia, it did not radiate to the original inhabitants living here, there was no developed handicraft, let alone architectural knowledge, but the local rainfall is abundant, and the river network is dense, like some rivers and water have to build bridges to pass." Like a folklorist, Muk tells the story of the area, "and the locals came up with clever ways to build bridges." ”

"Tree Bridge?"

"Yes, there are rubber trees and fig trees with well-developed roots, and the clever natives will plant the seedlings of the trees on both sides of the river, and when the roots sprout, they will entangle the bamboo on the river, and the roots will continue to grow to the other end, and over the years the next tree bridge will be completed. Across the river, it is sturdy and stable, and as long as the trees are immortal, the bridge will always exist. ”

"The oldest tree bridge is more than 500 years old and is still in use today."

"That's really human ingenuity." The three burials couldn't help but admire this ingenious method, this philosophy of survival adapted to local conditions is the most powerful weapon developed by human beings.

"Human intelligence?" Muk sneered, "Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, this is really human wisdom, it is the art of the locals, the tree bridge is like a scene in a fantasy world, they wish this situation has always existed, so that they can enjoy the concrete bridge from the outside civilization to look at the local area with a high eye, this kind of curiosity makes them hate to stay backward forever, it is better not to have any concrete bridges in the local area, all tree bridges." ”

"You're going to the extreme."

"Maybe it's a bit extreme."

"But that's not what I'm talking about." Muk was not a native of the country in terms of height or skin color, and "it took more than ten years to build a small bridge that could only be crossed, it was too slow, too slow, and it took a generation...... Ten years is enough time for an outside civilization to build a thousand small bridges with the same function. ”

"This is exactly what this country is like now, how long will it take to cut off the lesions in this huge country by reforming the vast land in the old way of planting trees and bridges many years ago? Generation? A century? Two centuries? ”

The three burials were silent, these questions were too advanced and profound, beyond the scope of the Dharma he had studied, but just a quick glance across the wet poison land made him feel that the deep difference between this place and the mainland of the island country was not superficial on the city streets, but the spiritual outlook of people, the ubiquitous distinction between the noble and the low.

"This is not only a waste of time, you know how many people will continue to suffer from the humiliation and torture of this unfair and dark society in this long process of reform, countless untouchables, children of untouchables, children and grandchildren of untouchables, the longer the reform time, the more victims of this injustice."

"So what the hell are you trying to tell me?" Sanfu looked at Muk standing in front of him with a somewhat familiar look, as if he was looking at himself, but not like himself.

The old man, who was walking slowly, finally crossed the bridge.

The originally brilliant bridge was extinguished in an instant, turning into a little starlight and dissipating into the twilight.

"Sacrificing the interests of a small number of people and speeding up the whole process, some people may suffer greatly, but it is insignificant compared to the entire nation and country that will sink for a hundred years." A light rose behind Mook, not a dazzling light, but a matte black light that wanted to merge with the twilight, "Whip the whole land with pain and danger, and no time will wait for me." ”

Muk's face was extremely hideous, and he felt a surging force suddenly appear, even if it was necessary to transmit electricity across thousands of miles, wires and other things, but the sudden surge of power ignored the medium, and only extraordinary power could explain it.

Séance!

"The country has been lacking in blood since its inception, and the cowardly way in which it was founded has left everyone without a baptism of blood, so that the deep-rooted backwardness remains, and the darkness that should have died long before entering the modern world is still alive."

Chakra was as vast as the sea, spewing out from Muk's hundred orifices, and his body could not withstand such a massive amount of chakra accumulation.

This damn evil god! Muk's eyelids were bloodshot, like the well-developed roots of a rubber tree.

"So I'm here to change, I'm going to change this, and you shouldn't come to stop it, you can save 10,000 people, but let a billion people continue to sink, I sacrificed a million people to awaken a billion people, your Dharma is outdated!"

Clenching his teeth and enduring the pain in his body, Mook roared at the sky.

His body, which was already taller than the locals, was also raised by the roar, and the presence of the 'evil god' from thousands of miles away occupied half of his consciousness.