In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhiqiu got up very early, he didn't bother others, but traveled lightly, took out the dragon sword, pinched the trick with both hands, jumped over, and went directly to the sword.

Ye Zhiqiu has been in the night world for more than ten years, and he has never been out of Chang'an, out of the Tang Kingdom, above the clouds, Ye Zhiqiu is not flying fast, and occasionally stops to observe the scene below.

And then... And he was lost.

Above a certain cloud, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the simple road map drawn by the second senior brother in his hand in confusion, the second senior brother's cultivation is very high, but this drawing technique is a bit miserable, just a few lines outlining the way forward, and there is basically no comparison.

Ye Zhiqiu only knew that he had left the Tang Kingdom now, but he was no longer on the route on the map, and he had already run crookedly.

"Second Senior Brother, this pit goods, this broken map ghost can understand it." Shaking his head, Ye Zhiqiu directly put away the map, he still didn't believe it, he couldn't find a place, this world was just a few big territories, it was really not good, he ran all over this world, anyway, his sword flew fast enough.

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Sunset and sunrise, sunrise and sunset, Ye Zhiqiu has been flying for two consecutive days, he is very confused now, he has no idea that he has run there, there is no way, Ye Zhiqiu is ready to find a place to land, find a local to ask for directions.

Just as Ye Zhiqiu wanted to find a populated place to land, Ye Zhiqiu above the sky suddenly stopped the flying of the sword and looked down in a daze.

Following Ye Zhiqiu's eyes downward, he saw a huge sinkhole located below, it was an incomparably deep and incomparably huge sinkhole, so big that Ye Zhiqiu felt that it was a small country, even bigger than Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Kingdom.

In the center of the huge sinkhole, there was a mountain peak, and the peak broke through the height of the sinkhole, revealing it.

Looking from the sky, in his eyes, the sinkhole and the peaks in the pit are probably like a delicately designed bonsai, but such a large bonsai, Rao was a little shocked and speechless for a while with his knowledge.

After being stunned for a while, Ye Zhiqiu remembered what this place was.

"This should be the place where the hypocritical Hanging Temple is located." Ye Zhiqiu touched his chin and looked at the sinkhole in front of him, he remembered that there was a description of the sinkhole hanging temple in the original book.

"How did I get to the Hanging Temple?" Ye Zhiqiu looked down embarrassedly, obviously the target was Xiling, but he ran too far away and ran to the territory of the bald donkey.

"Would you like to go down and have a look?" Ye Zhiqiu tilted his head and thought about it, there are still 10 days before the one-month mission, although it is short, but there is no need to be in a hurry, this is also due to the fact that he can fly with a sword, if he changes to Ning Que, he will be tired of running to death.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhiqiu took out a mask and put it on his face, this mask he bought in the mall, it was the funny mask that the fox demon little red lady brought at the beginning of the royal hegemony, Ye Zhiqiu thought it was very funny, so he exchanged it, no longer hesitated, turned the sword head, and flew straight down.

Halfway down, Ye Zhiqiu stopped in mid-air with a stiff face, he had already flown to the middle height of the sinkhole, with his eyesight, the situation in the sinkhole was in full view, although he had some mental preparations, but when he saw the situation at the bottom of the pit, he was still shocked and speechless.

At the bottom of the sinkhole are all farmers, and the Hanging Temple is located in the middle of the most central mountain, where thousands of monks sit in front of the temple doing their homework, a scene containing the harmony of Buddha nature, and hiding under the mask of Buddha nature is the opposite scene.

I saw that at the bottom of the pit that day, countless dense farmers were lowering their heads, working hard and farming, Ye Zhiqiu's eyesight was excellent, he saw that those farmers were dark-skinned, ragged, and there was no color in their eyes, some were just numb and desperate.

Not only the farmer who cultivated, but he also saw more images, fugitive slaves who were pierced by iron cables in their shoulders and swollen bones, disrespectful Buddhas who died in the cold rice fields, and countless poor mortals who knelt down in front of the mountain peaks......

Looking at all this, Ye Zhiqiu turned his eyes to look at the monks in the mountains, looking at the arrogance of the monks in the temple, his eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Hypocrisy, hypocrisy, what the second senior brother said is really good, bald donkeys deserve to die." Ye Zhiqiu gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice.

You must know that this Hanging Temple has existed for countless years, and those mortals have naturally survived for countless years, generation after generation, I don't know how many generations have been in the damp and dark underground, hard work, hard work, and hard work, in order to maintain the existence of the Hanging Temple, Ye Zhiqiu believes that no matter how devout Buddhist believers are, it is impossible to endure such torture forever, and the monks in the Hanging Temple must have their own means to drive these farmers like livestock, in this sense, those farmers are more like the serfs that have long been abolished in the Central Plains.

Where has Ye Zhiqiu, who grew up in a free, democratic, civilized, and harmonious society, ever seen such a scene, even if he came to this world, he had never seen such a scene in the Tang Kingdom for more than ten years, Ye Zhiqiu hated this situation from the bottom of his heart, he resisted the urge to release the Qinglian Earth Heart Fire to destroy this place, and slowly landed.

Walking on the layers of farmland at the bottom of the sinkhole, looking at the endless stream of farmers around him, Ye Zhiqiu felt endless depression and depression, obviously he walked here and was out of place with other people, but the countless farm names did not react, as if he did not exist, and he was doing his own thing.

Ye Zhiqiu observed everyone who walked past him, and he clearly saw that almost every farmer had scars of different shades, some were missing an ear, some were missing an arm, and some were blind with an eye...

Holding back the anger of the killing, Ye Zhiqiu left the farmland and walked towards the most central peak, and after a while, Ye Zhiqiu came to the foot of the mountain.

There is a small city at the foot of the mountain, and Ye Zhiqiu is walking slowly in this city.

Compared with Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Kingdom, the city in this is simply a heaven and an underground, Chang'an has prosperity and tranquility, but here, there is only depression, depression, depression, endless depression, some civilians are walking briskly on the street, not daring to look up, and there is no noise on the street...

At this moment, a carriage drove over, Ye Zhiqiu looked up, and saw that the carriage was extremely luxurious, surrounded by gold wire, the silk used in the door curtain was of the highest quality, and more than a dozen subordinates were surrounded by the carriage, and a young man in the carriage was lifting the curtain and looking around, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately beckoned, and the carriage stopped, and the young man stepped out of the carriage and pointed one finger in one direction, and the people who were waiting around immediately walked forward.

Ye Zhiqiu looked in the direction of the young man's finger, and saw a mother and daughter walking next to the street with their heads down, holding the vegetables they had just bought, and they saw the young man instructing his subordinates to walk towards them, and they immediately knelt down.

"My lord, my lord, please let my daughter go, as long as you let my daughter go, our family will definitely be grateful to you, please." The mother fell on her knees and pleaded with the young man, whom she knew, who was a nobleman of the city, who was a man of great power all day long, and who often robbed famous women, and who, after a few days, would be discarded to his subordinates, and the poor girls were miserable.

"It's your blessing that adults take a fancy to your daughter, so don't get out of the way." The people who gathered around scolded one after another, and when they saw that the mother was still unwilling to retreat, they rushed up and punched and kicked the mother, and the so-called aristocratic young man was a cold bystander, and from time to time he actually cheered, which showed how vicious the young man was.

When the surrounding passers-by saw this scene, none of them dared to step forward to stop them, and they seemed to be numb, and continued to do their own things as if they were blind.

In the eyes of those nobles, they are slaves, pigs and dogs are not as good as ordinary things, they can be bullied and scolded at will, even if they make human lives, they don't care at all...