Soon after the verdict was announced, Leng Banxian was taken to the backyard by the fifth master of the cell, and the county master explained to him in person,

"The crime of capital punishment committed by Sun should have been questioned! The lower officials risked their dismissal and dared to pardon them -- the Wanlai Town compound had already sent people to supervise them again and again, but they were all sent away by the lower officials for prevarication!

Leng Banxian kowtowed again after hearing this, and thanked him repeatedly!

The county magistrate said again,

"Sir, don't worry too much, the leader of the Tun army on the side of Lingshan, General Wang, had some friendship with me in his early years, and I will write a letter by myself at that time, for the sake of the lower officials, I will give face to take care of Ling Sun! Work hard, after three or five years, maybe the sentence will be commuted and come back!"

The fifth master next to him also said,

"Hurry up and pack your things, there are three more criminals to be escorted into the mountain next week, let's go together!"

When the old man heard that there were still three or four days to go, he couldn't give up his feelings, and it was difficult to express them, and suddenly his heart ached as if he wanted to cut off a piece of flesh on his body, but he kept saying thank you, and he became incoherent.

"Oh, oh, good, good! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, old man, Daiwa kowtowed to you-"

He didn't know that in the eyes of the county master and the fifth master of the cell, it was not as easy as he imagined-

He didn't know, how many people had been forced to work since ancient times? Just to avoid the extreme punishment of beheading the public in this county, and in another way, let people disappear!

He only knew that the county magistrate might have really tried his best? The cell head was just a yamen cell head, and he had no power at all! There was also an army in the county town, and the army that was stationed in the ancient **** period was the real biggest organ of power! There was one in the city, and there was one in the depths of Daling Mountain.

The county magistrate picked up the old man and said with a smile,

"Sir, you don't have to be like this, you saved my life, I still owe you my life, I have to thank you again!haha!"

The old man still waved his hands and thanked him in his mouth! Ten thousand thanks! kept screaming, and there was a good bad omen in his head! His hands trembled, his expression was dazed, and he was numb.

Three or four days passed in the blink of an eye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the day of distribution, before dawn, Leng Banxian got up early, lit the oil lamp and checked the package prepared by Lingwa again, mainly clothes. Winter is coming, it must be very cold in the mountains, you can bring all the clothes and quilts you can bring, you can eat on the road, and you can use silver taels.

That is, I wanted to give it to the fifth master before, but now I think it's fortunate that I didn't give it, and there will be no money for him!

Then the spirit baby got up, dressed and groomed, after dawn, a jailer brought breakfast, messy food, in the morning, there were a few tolerances into the prison area with official documents, proclamation to take people!

In addition to Lingwa, there were four prisoners, Lingwa was the youngest, two were about thirty years old, and one was forty or fifty years old, all four of them were in shackles and locks, and were escorted by seven or eight tolerances;

On the occasion of parting, Leng Banxian couldn't help the old tears, grabbed Lingwa's hands again, his heart fluctuated, his thoughts were thousands, he got along day and night for more than ten years, bit by bit, and he was in his eyes, what made him feel most sad was that he didn't send Lingwa to the official career, and took this road of no return-

His hands trembled, and he stopped talking.

Lingwa saw his thoughts, and her heart was also very uncomfortable, and she kept comforting,

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine! You have to take good care of yourself, wait for me when I come back—you must take good care of yourself, wait for me?"

The old man just nodded silently, and kept checking the package on the back of the Lingwa, a thousand instructions, ten thousand instructions,

"Okay, obedient - keep the rules and distance - don't be reckless, grandpa is waiting for you to come back-"

"Well, well, well, I remember, grandpa, don't worry, I will!"

Lingwa kept nodding.

Other family members are also crying bitterly over their loved ones, and it is difficult to give up.

Finally, under the urging of the people, several prisoners had to wave goodbye to their relatives, shed tears at the south gate, reluctantly, turned back a few times, and marched towards the southwest.

The scene is bleak!

Leng Banxian has been watching Lingwa's back go a long way, so far, the county master next to him is persuading him to go back to the yamen, cherish it well, he still insists on standing still in place, and just replied,

"Okay, okay - look at it for a while, go back, just a little while-"

I kept seeing the escort team, going farther and farther, and finally the news was in the vast sky, in fact, his eyes were already blurred, and he couldn't see clearly for a long time-

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Eight escorts, four prisoners, a group of twelve, lined up along a narrow dirt road, towards Daling Mountain. Walking through the fields, walking through the hills, zigzags for most of the day, until the afternoon came to the foot of the mountain.

Several of them were young, in their twenties, all dressed in black and red pants, with big knives hanging from their waists, holding big sticks in their hands, and they were full of energy, but as soon as they left the county, the expressions on their faces became all serious.

Not long after Lingwa went out of the city, she asked coldly, how far is it?

Unexpectedly, one of the guards pointed a stick at him and scolded fiercely,

"Bastard, talky! It's your turn to ask? Talk more, knock out your teeth! Don't believe me, try-"

Lingwa only glanced at him puzzled, and thought, I am a natural enemy with you, and I have a grudge against you to kill my father? But in order not to provoke right and wrong, he had to shut up and endure it.

It wasn't until I rested in the afternoon, and I didn't pay attention to it, that I heard the oldest prisoner in the same company say, "It's far, it's far, it's deep in the mountains, and if you walk for two or three days, maybe you can get there?"

There is a dilapidated mountain temple at the foot of the mountain, and the group decided to stay in the temple at night and go up the mountain early tomorrow morning.

The prisoners were very old and spicy, and had no compassion or pity for the prisoners. All day and night, he is in a shackle around his neck, and when he goes to the toilet, he only puts his hand down, the two of them watch, and then put it on after they are done, and the rest of them eat, sleep, and walk all follow him.

At night, Lingwa also thought that I was the youngest in the group, if there were no shackles, he would be seven or eight people, grab a stick, and there should be no problem in getting them-

But the problem is that if you go back so quickly, grandpa is still in prison, and if you want to cause trouble again, they don't want his old life? Besides, wearing such heavy shackles, fixed with both hands, and chained, it is not convenient to run, beyond the scope of one's ability, and cannot get out!

I think it's better to bear with it, and after a while, there will definitely be a chance, as long as they don't threaten my safety, I don't have to pay attention to him.

The mountain temple is under a big locust tree under the mountain, and there is a ditch more than three meters wide and more than two meters deep next to it. The small temple is a lonely grass house, more than 20 square meters, the stone walls, everywhere are holes the size of a bull's head, everywhere leaks, the inside is also full of ash, cobwebs are dense, the half-human high stone squat statue is wrapped layer by layer, even if you enter the house in the daytime, you can't see clearly.

During the meal, the prisoners put their hands down from their shackles, wore iron shackles, and each took the dry food he had brought in his package.

Lingwa took advantage of the free space of her hands, borrowed a pile of fire from the tolerances, peeled off the cobwebs on the statue of the mountain god, and found a branch to wipe it, only then did she see the true face of the mountain god, a thin old man with a scholarly demeanor, the painting on his body had long faded, but his expression was still realistic and lifelike.

This made Lingwa think of the North Mountain in her hometown town, and there was also a Zunshan Temple under the mountain, but that one was quite short, and there were not more than two people squatting in it, and this was a lot, and more than a dozen people could live in it-

I haven't been to see it for a long time, I wonder how the little temple is?

After a day of walking, everyone was very sleepy, and after eating something, a dozen people split up in two, fell to the ground and fell asleep. In her sleep, Lingwa dreamed that there was an old man in the mountain who was entangled in the branches and thorns and couldn't get out, so she stepped forward to help him untie it.

When the old man came out, he was grateful, and asked him where he was going with a shackle and a lock? Lingwa smiled and said to him, "Serve!"

I saw the old man shake his head and said with a sad face,

"Young man, you are a good person! I advise you not to go, it is hard labor, hard labor, it is hell on earth! If you go, you will not come back, it is better not to go!"

Lingwa asked him why?

"Old man, I've been on this mountain for thousands of years, and I only see people going, but no one returns!"

Lingwa was shocked, and thought, what should I do now? If I don't go, where can I go?

Then I heard the old man say,

"Young man, seeing that you are gifted and intelligent, and your spirituality is not shallow, the old man suggests that you choose the opportunity to act! Find a way to get out of this mountain, maybe there is a lot to do! There is still an opportunity, see how you grasp it?" After speaking, he turned around and left!

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A cool breeze blew, and Lingwa woke up from a dream, at this time the temple was dark, and she couldn't see her fingers. I only listened to the sleeping snoring of everyone next to me, yin and yang weird, whirring, one after another, sleeping to death!

Thinking back to the scene in the dream, I was suddenly startled, thinking that it must have been the hint of the mountain god in a dream just now! That labor area can't be visited? It's not a place where people stay, and there are people who can't go back.

What do you want to do? He's also hinting at me to see the opportunity? Don't go back, make up your mind to run out of Daling Mountain.

In the dark, Lingwa stood up quietly, wanting to run away while everyone was asleep.

But when he stood up, he found that the cunning tolerance had connected the four people together with a long iron chain while he was asleep!

He sighed softly, sat down quietly, folded his hands and made three gestures to the position of the idol in the darkness, and said silently,

"Thank you for reminding you! If the villain returns in the future, thank you again!"

The next day, we set off and officially entered the mountain.

I hadn't taken two steps up the hill when a young prisoner accidentally fell in front of me, and when I got up, I wanted to beg if I could put my hands out of the yoke.

Unexpectedly, the answer to him was first two merciless sticks, hitting him on the back, snapping, snapping, and then scolding,

"Waste thing, you fell if others didn't fall, and then I shuddered and beat you to death-"

So everyone didn't dare to mention the matter of relieving their hands, and silently followed.

First, along a sheep's intestine trail into the big mountain valley, and then along a small river at the bottom, up the river, with mountains on one side and a small river on the other, the weeds on both sides of the river are overgrown, and the middle path is almost closed.

The group grew up in the mountains and are no strangers to the mountains, but walking on such a narrow mountain path, coupled with the heavy flail around their necks, affects their vision, and they are very careful at every step. You may fall into the river if you step on the air, although it is not very high, and the water is not deep, but if you get wet, you can walk in the mountains, and the sun is rare, so you will also suffer.

The prisoners have been escorted in this way for many years, sometimes once a month, sometimes once every two months, and they are very familiar with the route. When he finished walking the mountain path and was about to climb the mountain, he took the lead two tolerances, looked at the steep slope, the straight road, and there were no steps, and walked on the feet left by the predecessors, discussed it, and came back to say a few words to the next few tolerances, and suddenly he was kind, and freed the hands of several prisoners, but still wearing shackles, and one of them shouted,

"If you can't keep up, don't blame us for being rude!"

Lingwa found that the mountain here is different from the one side of Wanlai Town, climb up there, there is a large area of flat land to walk on, like a plateau mountain,

And this side is like the beast's teeth, pointy, high and low, one next to the other, and you can't see the distance without the sun, and you can't even tell the direction without the sun, and if you don't have a guide, you really can't walk!

Stepping on the shallow foot sockets left by the predecessors, grasping the weeds and shrubs on both sides, even kneeling and climbing, finally climbed to the top of a mountain, people were tired enough, a line of panting, sweating, tolerance beckoned to rest for a while. Lingwa was also sweating profusely, but her body was solid, and she was not out of breath like others.

Why do you have to go so far to work in this area? This is a place where you can't run, and you can't find the way, you can't tell the direction, where to run?

After a short rest, they went down the mountain again, and finally came down the mountain, and there was a high mountain waiting to be climbed in front of them, towering into the clouds, and the tolerance was the same, leading the way in front without saying a word, and a group of people went into the jungle and rocks again.

After climbing two mountains with great difficulty, I don't know how many miles we have walked? The time of this day is almost the same, there are no more small temples or houses in the mountains, and a group of people choose a flat land in the mountains, and a bunch of fires are lit, ready to spend the night on the spot.

Lingwa looked at the surrounding mountains and dense forests, and there was only a palm-sized piece of heaven left! He was worried, how will I come back in the future? Is there anyone to show me the way?

At night, fortunately, it was dry in autumn and there was no rain, and if it rained, it would be miserable!

The surroundings are quiet, occasionally seeing a few birds flying in the forest, Lingwa is still worried that there will be no tigers, leopards and the like at night, right? The tolerance is holding knives and sticks, and we have nothing, and our hands and feet are locked, and there is only a dead end.

He sighed, looked at the people next to him, they were all looking at their own things, eating, drinking, choosing a place, getting ready to sleep, thinking that they could all live, what could I not do? Even if there is a tiger, it may not eat me, right? Not so unlucky, right? It is better to have a good rest, and tomorrow it will definitely be a mountain climbing.