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Chapter 129 Supervisor Tiansi, Chen Yan! (Please subscribe!)

Xiangzhou, Changze County, Taiping Village.

A massacre is going on.

More than 30 grain-recruiting officers and soldiers were suppressed and killed by sisters Facai, Heihu and Qingji, leaving only a few archers.

These archers watched their colleagues die tragically, fear enveloped their bodies, and they finally couldn't bear it anymore:

"Monster, monster...monster!!!"

Amid the screams, several archers hurriedly dropped their bows and arrows, turned around and fled towards the entrance of the village.

Standing in front of the village entrance, Chen Yan looked coldly at the archer who was getting closer and closer.

However, before Chen Yan could take action, these archers were knocked down by a few young and strong men who were still alive. They were bitten, punched, and dragged. No matter how hard the archers struggled, they couldn't get away.

These young men seemed to have sounded a trumpet, and soon more villagers rushed forward with red eyes.

The greedy wolf has no claws, and the weak sheep has its horns exposed.

At first, a few archers were still yelling and even fighting back, but this only inspired more villagers to rush forward, punching, kicking, biting and eating.

In the blink of an eye, the archer who was still cursing was covered in blood and was bitten to pieces. All he could say was begging for mercy, which then turned into screams until his voice became lower and lower.

Chen Yan stood at the entrance of the village with an indifferent expression, watching each archer being bitten to death by the angry villagers of Taiping Village, his face expressionless.

After a while, the screams in the crowd disappeared, and the angry villagers scattered in confusion. Soon they found their dead family members and cried bitterly. Only a few piles of rotten flesh that were not human-shaped were left on the spot. On the road, all over the ground It's a dead body.

Chen Yan watched this scene in silence, and four words came to his mind:

People are like grass and mustard.

When I first came to Lingzhou, I didn't realize that because Lingzhou was located in the hinterland of the Wu Dynasty, the imperial court had absolute control over Lingzhou. Although the people in Lingzhou lived in hardship at that time, they were not reduced to the point where they could no longer survive.

But in this remote Xiangzhou...

Here, far away from the control of the Wu Dynasty, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away from the barren mountains and harsh waters.

What are the people of Xiangzhou facing?
  There are demons, ghosts, natural disasters, and even more man-made disasters.

Regardless of the dead souls in the village or the corpses on the ground, what on earth did the people of Xiangzhou do to cause such calamity of family destruction and death?
  Is it because of who we are?

Looking at the numb, empty, and blank faces, Chen Yan only felt a fire in his chest!

Grilling!
  It's boiling!
  It's burning!
  He turned around and saw the woman he had saved earlier.

She did not go to participate in this revenge, but just sat on the ground blankly, her messy hair spread down, covering her face, holding her infant son who had no sound in her arms, and her husband lying on her lap who was still alive.

Chen Yan was silent and opened his mouth to comfort him, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.

suddenly--

"Pfft!"

A ball of dazzling crimson spread from the woman's chest.

In the red center, hidden by the hair, is a dagger without a handle.

Chen Yan watched this scene silently.

He could have stopped it, and had time to stop it, but he didn't.

Because Chen Yan found that he couldn't find any reason to stop it.

too tired.

Woman, she lives too tiredly.

Death was not suffering to her.

But relief...

At this moment, Chen Yan felt as if the anger in his chest was about to explode, but at this time, his expression was exceptionally calm.

Calm...somewhat scary.

Behind the young man, Fa Cai, Hei Hu and other demons felt the young man's suppressed emotions and remained silent.

Sister Qingwen opened her mouth to say something, but was immediately stopped by her sister Qingyao. Qingyao shook her head, knowing that what the boy needed at this time was silence. The young man bent down silently and closed his eyes for the family. Under the reflection of the fire, there was a pair of calm eyes:

"It will be over, it will be over soon...I swear..."

Then, soft chanting sounded:

"The gods of the ten directions are as numerous as sand and dust..."

A gust of breeze blew by, stirring up dust all over the sky and lingering for a long time.

After saving the whole family, the young man's expression had returned to calmness, the fire in his eyes was no longer there, only his deep eyes became colder and colder.

He turned around and saw the surviving villagers of Taiping Village kneeling behind him.

"The old man Zhengkang Changzhi of Taiping Village, on behalf of the 73 households and 210 villagers in Taiping Village, thanks the Taoist Master for his life-saving grace."

At the beginning, the old man who was beaten to a bloody head knelt at the front and kowtowed to the young man continuously. The less than 20 surviving Taiping Village villagers behind him also kowtowed and expressed their gratitude.

From what they said, Chen Yan knew that since the earthquake three months ago, demons and ghosts had appeared in endless numbers across Xiangzhou, invading villages and devouring the people. Coupled with droughts and floods, this had made the already poor grain production of Xiangzhou even worse.

Even the counties and cities in Xiangzhou are seriously short of food.

What should we do if the county is short of food?

That was naturally to collect food from the people around the county.

There is no difference between soliciting and robbing.

When the county town ran out of food, they robbed surrounding villages. When the villages ran out of food, they suppressed it with officers and soldiers, forcing the people to grow food despite being surrounded by monsters and monsters, and despite natural disasters and droughts.

The old man sighed quietly:
  "What else can we do? As long as there is still breath, people will still live. I hope the coming year will be a good year..."

Hope the coming year is a good one...

This is just the simplest wish of the people in this land, but in troubled times, it is difficult to reach the sky.

Under the leadership of Muramasa Yasuji, more than a dozen villagers who were still alive buried the bodies of all the dead villagers.

In a short time, nearly two hundred tombstones of various sizes were erected on a small hill next to Taiping Village. Each tombstone was tied with a strip of white linen. The silent cold wind blew by, and the strips of white linen rustled. There was a sound, and the mountain col was desolate.

Then, under Chen Yan's silent gaze.

At some point, Muramasa Yasuji and the twenty surviving Taiping villagers put on white linen clothes. They uniformly knelt in front of the tomb, prostrated and worshiped, and murmured something:

"Be kind to my mother, and my hometown is empty; I love the world, and I will be reborn in the filthy land..."

Chen Yan didn't make any move, and just watched quietly as the old man and the twenty Taiping villagers finished their prayers.

After praying, the old man wearing white linen came to the young man again:
  "I haven't thanked the Taoist Priest for saving my life. If it weren't for the Taoist Priest, everyone in Taiping Village would have become a lonely ghost."

Chen Yan did not answer, but suddenly asked:

"When did you join?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then saw the young man looking at the white linen clothes on his body, and then explained with a smile:
  "What the Taoist Master wants to ask is when did you join the Rebirth Cult?"

"I joined three months ago. I know that the Taoist priest may not be happy, but we have nothing to do. We have suffered too much in this life. We only hope that we can enter the bliss of the next life and enjoy the blessings in the next life."

Having said this, the old man paused, suddenly fell silent, and said one sentence in a low voice for a long time:

"Otherwise...no one can hold on..."

Chen Yan nodded and said nothing more.

On the other side, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something and asked:
  "By the way, I still don't know my name. What are you doing in Xiangzhou? Forgive me for telling you bluntly, Xiangzhou is not a good place. If the Taoist priest wants to travel, he should go to Lingzhou, Zhongzhou and other wealthy places in the Central Plains, not Xiangzhou. The poor mountains and rivers don’t even have a sip of hot water to entertain the Taoist priest.”

The old man smiled bitterly, but heard the young man slowly reply:

"Jian Tiansi, Chen Yan."

For a moment, there was silence!

……

(End of this chapter)