Holy Bone

Chapter 655 Do you believe in miracles?
These days, Black Rock City is not peaceful at all, and people are all overwhelmed by the mountains above them.

Although that mountain is just one person.

It has been a few days since I sat alone on the top of the mountain, but the more silent the mountain is, the more invisible oppression shrouds the sky above my head, which makes people panic, suffocate and despair.

These days, there are a large number of people fleeing from Black Rock City. Most of the people who fled are powerful landlords, nobles and other privileged people. Fearing that the city will be liquidated, he would not hesitate to leave the fertile fields, grasslands, cattle and horses, grain, houses and shops, etc. that could not be taken away, and escape from this captured capital as soon as possible.They are confident that the hundreds of tribes and hundreds of thousands of troops under the Heishi clan will come back sooner or later, and those properties will return to them sooner or later.

Ordinary people who have no ability to escape desperately pray for the reappearance of the Buddha of Freedom in the world, the resurrection of the Thousand-Hand Venerable, and recapture the Black Rock City for them. The faith that has been held for decades has broken and collapsed little by little.

When the Buddha is not there.

Dang Buddha was dragged off the altar in front of them.

Knowing that Buddha is not omnipotent or immortal, their faith loses direction.

confused.

despair.

lonely.

pessimistic.

There is no hope and no future.

The Walking Dead.

It's not that they abandoned their beliefs, but that the Buddha they had believed in all their lives was killed in front of them. This is the Buddha's death.

But not everyone is pessimistic and desperate. After the aftermath of the world-shattering war on the mountain has dissipated, the horse gang tea merchants are one of the few who are brave enough to walk up the stone steps, cross the mountain of corpses, and approach with food and water. People from Jin'an.

Jin An, who had been sitting alone with the Kunwu knife across his lap, turned his head and looked at Zhao Jinchuan and the others: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a big devil who kills people without blinking an eye..."

After several days without a drop of water, without sleep, Jin An's voice was difficult and hoarse.

Zhao Jinchuan: "Actually, we all understand why Daoist Jin'an came to Heishi City. In Tucheng, West Kunlun Mountains, when you saw a young serf being ridden as a dog by the nobles of the Heishi family, we knew it."

Jin An nodded slightly: "Old Zhao, can you do me a favor at the end?"

"Daoist Jin'an, you said that it's all fellow villagers, and you are so polite to say whether you can help or not." Zhao Jinchuan didn't ask what was the matter, and he agreed with a pat on the chest.

Jin An once saved their lives, and the grace of saving lives is as important as a mountain.

Jin An's voice was hoarse: "Take them down the mountain, reunite with their parents, and then tell the serfs that they are free, and let them take their families and leave Black Rock City... The sky will change soon."

Following Jin An's gaze, Zhao Jinchuan and the others noticed that there were more than a dozen young serfs who were chronically malnourished hiding behind a pile of corpses. These young serfs silently guarded Jin An in this way.

"Okay." Zhao Jinchuan agreed very readily.

However, he did not leave immediately, but hesitated for a while, and asked cautiously: "Master Jin'an, I heard from those members of the Heishi clan in the city who are still unwilling to give up, that they have sent people out of the city to ask for help from several major tribes. The city will be besieged by all the tribes of the Blackstone clan... why don't you leave with us, you have done a lot, I heard that the warriors from all the tribes of the Blackstone clan can form an army of hundreds of thousands..."

Having seen Jin An kill the Venerable Danba with his own eyes, no one questioned Jin An's strength.

But no matter how strong a person is, he is only one person after all.

You can slaughter 1000 people, 1 people, can you kill 10 people by yourself?
Counting 10 people can fill all the river valleys just by standing still, and they can't kill them all until the year of the monkey.

It's better to avoid the edge at this time.

In the eyes of others, he is a big devil who kills without blinking an eye, but in Zhao Jinchuan's eyes, Jin An is still the same young man with a warm smile. Jin An smiled at Zhao Jinchuan and thanked him for his kindness. The desert and the grassland are clearly separated from each other: "There is no shortage of high-ranking people like Pando, the chief of the Blackstone clan, in this world. If one Pando is killed today, ten or twenty Pando will appear tomorrow to control the Blackstone clan. Perhaps these People's character is even more brutal and greedy than Pando's...but someone has to stand up and try to do something."

Zhao Jinchuan was stunned.

A crazy idea came to his mind.

Could it be... Does Daoist Jin'an really want to block the ensuing siege of hundreds of thousands of troops by himself?
"Daoist Jin'an, the world... people like this will never be exhausted, and manpower... will eventually be unable to withstand the torrent of heaven and earth. In fact, you have done enough."

Phew, let out a mouthful of foul air.

Jin An did not continue to explain, leaving only one sentence——

The sea is vast, who can fight for the flow, and the sea is the only one that does not reject the flow of all.

Afterwards, Jin An asked Zhao Jinchuan and the others to rescue the serfs, and then leave Black Rock City as soon as possible. Soon, the sky in Black Rock City will change again, and it will be too late to leave by then.

It was not difficult for Zhao Jinchuan and the others to bring those young serfs back to their families. Then they not only released all the serfs, but also searched for the deeds of sale from the homes of the serf owners and nobles and burned them, and then loudly announced to the serfs that they were free!The big landlords and nobles who have oppressed for generations all abandoned them and fled, telling them to leave Black Rock City as soon as possible. There will be an army coming to Black Rock City soon!Seeing that the deeds of sale that had squeezed their ancestors for generations were burned like this, and the serfs gathered together in black and crowded the streets and alleys, their eyes were a little dazed, confused, as if they were in a dream, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while. Know which is real and which is fantasy.

They only dreamed of such things in their sleep, but every time they believed it to be true, they were woken up by the whips in the hands of the serf owners and continued their numb life day after day.

Looking at the serfs who stood there blankly, with numb expressions on their faces, Zhao Jinchuan jumped to a high place, pointed to the lonely shadow on the top of the mountain, waved his arms, and roared hoarsely: "Remember! Remember that person deeply He is the one who saved you today. He killed Pan Duo and the Venerable Thousand Hands of Zizaizong, burned the deeds of prostitution, and let you go back to freedom! After you go out, you must tell everyone on the plateau that Jin Daoist An is not some fucking murderous villain, he is the only one who is willing to kill the serfs in Black Rock City!"

"His name is Jin'an!"

"You must remember his name for me! Tell your children and grandchildren that there was once a person who fought for your freedom!"

Zhao Jinchuan's roar made these serfs who had been numb for most of their lives and forgot to think in the extreme cold, turned their numb and unfocused pupils, and stared blankly at the only figure on the top of the mountain.

Gradually.

In the pupils of some of them, rays of light gradually appeared, gathering more and more under the sun, and regaining some of their humanity.

"It turns out that it's really Jin'an Bodhisattva! I'm not dreaming!" Someone fell to his knees crying bitterly. This person had once been favored by Jin'an and old Taoist priests in the snowy mountains of West Kunlun Mountains.

"Jin'an Bodhisattva!"

"It's really the Jin'an Bodhisattva from heaven who came to help us again!"

More numb souls were awakened by Zhao Jinchuan's hoarse voice, and the memory deep in the soul was awakened, and they knelt towards the top of the mountain, crying and kowtow in thanks.

It turned out that that person was Jin'an Bodhisattva... The other serfs gradually came out of their numbness, and the eyes that looked at Jin'an gradually became brighter.

They had heard about the deeds of Jin'an and his party from the relatives and friends who had come back from the West Kunlun Mountains, and they had seen the light again in the darkness, knowing that there were really people in this world who would selflessly help them, serfs who were worse than cattle and horses.

As the light in their eyes became brighter and brighter, the hard-working serfs all over the mountain kowtowed in gratitude to the figure on the top of the mountain. They, who had nothing, could only think of this method to repay the most pious gratitude in their hearts.

Thousands of serfs kneel down in gratitude to one person, what a shocking scene.

The mind is shocked.

Those people who questioned whether Jin An really came here for the serfs now have serious expressions on their faces. To be grateful for so many serfs, maybe...he really entered Black Rock City single-handedly for these serfs, killing them. Shang Zizai.

At this time, Jin An's voice came from the mountain:

"From today, you are free like white clouds and goshawks on the snow-capped mountains."

"Those caravan brothers will take you out of Black Rock City."

However, these serfs did not choose to leave, not only because their ancestors have been rooted here for generations, and there is nowhere to go, but also because they want to repay their favor. They already know that there will be an army besieging and killing Black Rock City, and they want to stay. I will defend the city with Jin'an.

"Jin'an Bodhisattva, this is our home, we are not going anywhere, we want to stay and guard Black Rock City with you."

The voices of the serfs were resonant and firm. At this moment, their eyes were no longer numb, accepting their fate to accept the unfair fate, but they had someone who wanted to protect them desperately. Their eyes were firm on Jin'an. The whistling tsunami changed the color of the world and moved everyone.

Even if this is another dream that is doomed to disappointment after waking up, they are willing to believe that this dream is true again for the sake of Jin'an Bodhisattva!
And after this scene was seen by the people in the city, they were all shocked and shook their heads.

"Did I hear you right? These cowardly and cowardly serfs want to resist the upcoming siege of the Heishi clan's tribes? What do they rely on to resist? Do they rely on hoes, poles and baskets in their hands?"

"Crazy! Crazy! I have found out that the people who stay with that Han Taoist priest are all lunatics!"

"Let's ignore these lunatics, let's escape from Black Rock City as soon as possible. Such a small number of people will definitely not be able to defend the siege of the army. Even if tens of 10 people stand still and let these people kill them for a few years, they will not be able to kill them all. Once the army is broken The city must be slaughtered! I don't want to be buried with these lunatics!"

Those out-of-town businessmen didn't stand in line with either side, and they didn't want to offend either side. They were going to pack up their things and leave the city in a hurry.

But there were also some people who refused to leave. They looked at the serf who had learned to resist fate with complicated eyes: "Do you believe in miracles?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but there was such a person who entered Heishi City by himself, destroyed the Heishi Clan and Zizai Sect, and even the Venerable Thousand Hands of the Third Extreme Realm died in his hands. Now he Stand before me alive."

"At the beginning, I didn't believe that there would be people who would sincerely help those penniless serfs who couldn't even afford cloth shoes without seeking fame and fortune. But this is such a person, and he is standing in front of me alive now."

"In the beginning, I also thought that these serfs were just a group of ants who didn't know how to resist fate. Anyone who came would step on them and spit out a mouthful of disgust after stepping on them. But now they stood in front of me alive and told me, They also know how to defy fate."

"And all of this is because of one person!"

"...so I want to stay and have a look, and believe in a miracle again!"

At this time, the figure on the top of the mountain once again became the focus of the city.

"I think even you are crazy, just like those lunatic businessmen from the ancient Persian Empire, all of them are crazy, and they believe in a mortal as a god!" The companion escaped from Black Rock City by himself.

And similar scenes were staged one after another in various parts of Black Rock City.

People want to witness another miracle.

Witness how that man turned around in the coming crazier storm, and brought them another miracle!
Among them, the caravan tea merchants like Zhao Jinchuan were also moved by the courage of the serfs.

It stands to reason that businessmen should be only interested in profit, and it would be better if there is no profit. They only believe in the God of Wealth and profit.And only by keeping your mind off your own business can you operate on the Ancient Tea-Horse Road for a long time.But today, they were greatly touched. Their hearts, which had been silent for most of their lives, seemed to have found a new meaning in life. They violated the rules that their ancestors had always set, and they still have to take care of this nosy business today.

Zhao Jinchuan looked up at Jin An's figure, with a free and easy smile on his face: "Unexpectedly, our old Zhao family has been scolded as a businessman all his life, and passed on to my old Zhao's generation, and can produce a hero once. This is also a glory of the ancestors!"

As soon as Zhao Jinchuan finished expressing his emotions, he felt a little headache looking at those ancient Persian Empire merchants who stayed behind with fanaticism to help clean up the corpses.

"Why do I feel that these people have more fighting spirit than those serfs, rushing to do all kinds of work, even moving a dead body, cleaning up the blood on the ground, they can fight anxiously, it seems that it is an extremely honorable thing to work for Daoist Jin'an."

Zhao Jinchuan muttered something, then stopped one of them and asked why.

The other party looked at Jin An enthusiastically, and was so excited that he said incoherently: "God! Shepherd!"

Zhao Jinchuan held his forehead with a headache.

At this time, the hearts of the people in the city were divided into three waves. The first wave was those landlords and nobles who kept fleeing with their property. Seeing that no one stopped them along the way, more landlords and nobles fled the city; the second wave was those whose beliefs had collapsed. Ordinary people who are unable to escape from the city go to the streets every day to pray that the Buddha of the world can reappear, so that they can find their faith again; Persian Empire merchants and others.

Everyone is doing their best to prepare for the next bigger storm!Prepare to meet the overwhelming black cloud!
(End of this chapter)