"Brother Jing, didn't the people in Miao Village do anything to you during this time, right?" On the way to Miao Village, Bai Qiaoqiao kept asking Jing Fa about the period of time he stayed in Miao Village.

Jing Fa smiled: "Yes!"

"Ah, did they hurt you? Where? Let me see. Bai Qiaoqiao was a little panicked and asked with concern.

Seeing Bai Qiaoqiao's cute appearance, Jing Fa laughed: "They didn't hurt me, they just poured me a lot of spirits, the wine they brewed by the Miao people is really fragrant and delicious, and when we arrive, I will also ask them to pour you a bowl and make it unforgettable for you." ”

"In this way, it almost scared me to death, listening to Brother Jing, you said this, I will taste it even if I don't drink again. Bai Qiaoqiao smiled.

In this way, the two talked and laughed along the way, and within a few days, they returned to Miao Village.

"Fu Meng, I brought the white silkworm back safe and sound!" Before he came to the gate of the village, Jingfa's happy laughter had already echoed in the air.

But when he crossed the last hill and saw the stockade, his face changed suddenly.

The original wide gate has disappeared, replaced by sawdust all over the floor.

Wisps of black smoke slowly drifted over the village, covering the entire house with a thick haze.

Jingfa hurriedly rushed into the stockade and saw that the houses in the stockade had been destroyed, many of the pillars and beams had been burned to black charcoal, and on the ground, the corpses of the Miao people were lying on the ground, each of them with bullet holes from musket shooting.

"Qiaoqiao, hurry up and help see if anyone is still alive!" Jingfa exclaimed, and hurriedly rushed to the vicinity of several corpses at the door, reaching out to check the pulse.

Bai Qiaoqiao didn't stop, and followed behind Jing Fa, carefully checking the situation of the corpse.

Slowly, the two of them checked from the door to the center of the stockade, and their mood slowly turned from hope to despair, because all the way down, there was no one alive, not even one who had half a breath left.

All of them had died in a horrific manner.

Some were shot in the eyebrows, some were shot in the heart, some were shot in the heart with muskets, others were shot through the blood and bled to death, and even more horrific were beaten alive with bullet holes all over their bodies.

Looking at the miserable death of the Miao people, gradually, Bai Qiaoqiao closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore, and the two lines of tears had quietly slipped down his face.

And Jingfa suddenly froze in place, he saw that Fu Meng's room was still complete, but the door was open, and Fu Meng's clothes were scattered on the ground.

A hint of something bad flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly rushed into Fu Meng's room.

Fu Meng's room was chaotic, as if he had experienced a fierce fight before.

There were a few Miao people lying on the ground, and Jing Fa recognized them as the villagers who were the best with Fu Meng.

These Miao people had long forks in their hands, but they had all been broken by the great force.

There were no bullet holes on their bodies, but their limbs were blackened, and they were presumably poisoned and died.

Jing Fa's gaze scanned the entire room, but there was a corner that he didn't have the courage to look at from beginning to end.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and finally, slowly moved his gaze to the bed on the east side of the room.

There was a beautiful girl lying on the bed, the girl who blushed when she talked to herself, the girl who gave her the white silkworm to save her life.

Fu Meng lay quietly on the bed, wearing only a light underwear that had been torn apart, her eyes were wide and round, her right hand was firmly clenched into a fist, and there was a clear blood stain on the corner of her mouth.

Jingfa walked over to Fu Meng's side and took off his clothes to cover her.

When he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of Fu Meng's mouth, he was surprised to find that the tongue in Fu Meng's mouth had been bitten off by his teeth.

There were no tears in the corners of Fu Meng's eyes, she was not sad, because she chose death in the face of humiliation and bullying.

Even if you die, I won't let you succeed!

This is her last dignity.

Looking at Fu Meng's clenched fist, Jing Fa slowly pulled it away, and a piece of clothing slowly fell from his palm to the ground.

This piece of clothing is very familiar, and half of the Tang character is printed on it.

Jingfa slowly picked up Fu Meng's body and walked out of the house, and at this moment, a large group of people poured in from the village, all of whom were Miao people from other villages nearby who rushed over after learning the bad news.

They all know Jingfa and know Fu Meng even more.

Seeing Fu Meng's body at this time, many people rushed up and wanted to help Jing Fa bury Fu Meng together, but before he could take a few steps, he heard Jing Fa say: "Go away!"

The sound was silent, but it had an indescribable horror that frightened everyone to stop.

At this moment, everyone felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet, and they couldn't help but tremble.

Jing Fa slowly swept past everyone with Fu Meng in his arms and came to a bamboo.

This bamboo is Fu Meng's favorite place to stay, and it was here that she talked to herself about her love for Jingfa.

Jingfa dug a deep pit next to the bamboo and slowly placed Fu Meng's body inside.

After recovering the soil, Jingfa erected a stone tablet in front of the dirt bag and kowtowed to her three times.

Jingfa's thoughts quickly drifted back to the past, and from the first day he saw Fu Meng, the past reappeared in front of his eyes.

From the beginning of the unaccustomed, to the later admiration.

From the difficulties at the beginning, to the help later.

Fu Meng's mind Jing Fa understood that he was very grateful to her, and only hoped to thank her in person once again after sending the white silkworm back.

It's a pity that it's too late, she can't hear his voice anymore, and he can't see her innocent and bright smile anymore.

Maybe if I hadn't left, I probably wouldn't have ended up like this.

Maybe I'll come back a day sooner, maybe you won't die.

It's a pity that there are not so many possibilities in the world.

Jingfa didn't shed tears, just knelt quietly in front of the grave, and Bai Qiaoqiao just stood quietly beside him.

At this moment, several Miao people hurriedly ran over, and said to Jingfa breathlessly: "Don't be stupid master, it's not a good thing, our holy artifact silkworm is gone." ”

"We found the corpse of the lord of the big village in the back mountain, and found a few huge silkworm feet near the corpse, the lord of the big village must have been killed to protect the silkworm, and I don't know who is so ruthless, not stupid master, you must help us find the silkworm back, and avenge the brothers of the entire village." ”

"Don't be stupid master, we know that you are a person who cultivates Buddhism, and you can't kill people indiscriminately, but now we don't know who to go to for help, and we hope that the master will make decisions for us, as long as we can avenge the lord of Dazhai and them, we can do anything, if you commit the killing ring, then we will all bear the responsibility, we are willing to go to the eighteenth layer of hell for you, and you will not be reborn forever!"

Several Miao people knelt behind Jingfa one after another, kowtowing to him and begging.

Jing Fa slowly stood up, not seeing any expression on his face, but said lightly to a few Miao people who were kneeling on the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm a fake monk." ”

After finishing speaking, Jing Fa left Miao Village without looking back.