Why?

Oh my Lord City Guard, why are you so naive!

The city lord's mansion manager was so anxious that his feet were hot.

Can you intervene in the fight between such strong people? You are in charge of the matter and cry without tears.

"Take the monk, or tell me his location, and I'll leave, or let the people of your city be buried with him." Chang Mao's tone was cold, with unquestionable domineeringness.

The people in the city fled in panic, screaming one after another, and the city was in chaos.

In the north of this county town, there is a piece of white mourning in a large mansion.

A mourning hall stood in the backyard, and many guests looked sad. Several juniors wearing mourning scarves and garbages knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The suona, the sound of gongs and drums and sorrows echoed in the mourning hall.

Even if there was chaos outside, the noise of shocking sounds from the county town, and the crying of children could not affect everyone in this mourning hall.

There is nothing more than joy, sorrow, separation and reunion in the world.

The sad sound of suona is like a sob sob, and the gentle throat is like a cool breeze after the rain, spreading across the street corners and alleys of the earth.

"Dad." A man with a strong body like a bear knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall, dong dong dong dong!

There were two young and ignorant children kneeling behind the man. Although they did not understand much about this world, they followed their father obediently and knelt together, learning their father's actions.

The sound of suona on the side became lower and lower, as if an old man was sobbing sadly.

Many guests around were relatives and old friends of the deceased. He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head when he heard this voice.

"Isn't anyone who can speak comes out? If you don't come out, all the people in your county can save a coffin money." Chang Mao's arrogant voice echoed.

The sound came into the courtyard, and many bystanders trembled, and a hint of panic appeared on their faces, but soon the panic disappeared without a trace.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped and ended abruptly.

Without the cooperation of gongs and drums, the simple suona is a bit cold.

This voice was extremely penetrating. In addition to the man who was still kowtowing with sad faces, the two children behind him trembled suddenly, shivered, and their movements became stiff. The child actually did not understand the meaning of Chang Mao's words on the sky, but was shocked by the sound, making them dare not move around.

Not only these two young children, but many guests around were chaotic.

The sound of suona gradually stopped. With the sound of suona, the hearts of the audience around them were very different, and they felt empty, as if something had been hollowed out.

"Old Jiang, do you think we can't escape this disaster today? We have been playing the funeral for others for decades, but we didn't expect that the last show was for us to sing ourselves." The old man holding a gong and a clear cheekbones said in a vigor.

Although it is about life and death, there is no fear of life and death.

It seems as if you have seen through life and death.

In fact, he was also indifferent to life and death. If there is any profession in this world that can often come into contact with death, except for soldiers, they are those jobs related to funerals.

They are also used to seeing the joys and sorrows of the world, and are indifferent to life and death.

Death is no longer new to them.

A white-haired man gives away a black-haired man, a white-haired man gives away a white-haired man, a couple who have been sleeping for a hundred years, and a brother who is as close as brothers, has never seen any farewell.

For them, they are sympathetic to life and death, but they are indifferent to reincarnation.

Everyone will have that day, the difference is only sooner or later.

The person who is called Lao Jiang is an old man who is already bald. The old man has a blessed figure and his eyes are not big. If he squints, he will look even smaller.

"Hey." Old Jiang laughed, put away the suona in his hand, looked up at the sky, and did not answer the words of the old man gong and drum.

The old man holding the gongs and drums didn't think he was upset. He was used to it and Lao Jiang didn't say much.

But he knew that Lao Jiang was a honest person. He was honest no matter what he did. He never cut corners. He would do many things silently, and would not show off even after he finished it.

"Hey, Lao Jiang, were you a practitioner when you were young?" The old man holding a gong and drum showed a mysterious smile on his face.

Old Jiang raised his eyelids and looked at him, "I talk too much."

"Hahaha, you're almost dead, how can you talk less? Otherwise, what if you regret it when you see Lama when you go to the underworld." The old man holding a gong and drum smiled.

Old Jiang stared at him in anger, with a hint of remembrance in his eyes, looked down at the suona in his hand, rubbed gently, and a hint of self-mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I used to be a practitioner, but that's all the past. The world of practitioners is not as beautiful as imagined, nor is it as happy as others imagined. It lingers in the world, and it is also a bloody slaughterhouse. And I am an abandoned loser. What is there to say about a loser?"

A hint of impatientness appeared in Chang Mao's eyes, and he was about to get angry. The voice of the city guard suddenly came from below: "God of anger, the two countries are fighting, soldiers and monks die but the people are so innocent."

Chang Mao lowered his head and saw a man with thick eyebrows, wide eyes, wide nose and square mouth strode in the county magistrate's robe. The county magistrate quickly clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "How innocent the people are! Please do not hurt the lives of the people in the city."

"I am not an executioner, so naturally I don't have the preference to massacre the people." Chang Mao said lightly, his eyes sharp, staring at the county magistrate below. "I just want you to tell me where the monk is. You say that all of you live; if you don't say it, you would rather kill the wrong one than let go."

A strong smell of blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

The county magistrate was cold, and the person above his head looked at the lives of the people as if they were grass, but if he said anything, he would probably offend Prince Bei completely.

Although the Anshi Empire is under the control of His Majesty today, Prince Northern's voice is more effective in the northern part of the Anshi Empire than His Majesty's words.

However, when I thought of the people all over the city, the county magistrate felt a choke in his heart, and for a moment, he felt mixed feelings.

"In..." the county magistrate opened his mouth.

"Bang!"

The words came to an abrupt end, and suddenly my head exploded with a bang.

A Buddhist bead penetrated the head, and the dark yellow Buddhist bead fell to the ground and rotated quietly. A few drops of blood were sprinkled out and turned into blood spots.

"Amitabha."

A monk slowly came over, looking neither sad nor happy.

"Hey, you bald donkey. You look quite honest, but you didn't expect to be even more cruel than me." Chang Mao was amazed.

The monk looked up at Chang Mao, his face was sad and his thick eyebrows were squeezed into a pile, "Donor, why should you always fight and kill like this? I am from the Great World of Bliss, and the Buddha's name is--"

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling cold light soared into the sky, and an instantly a big head soared into the sky.

The bare head was shining, there was no hair on the top of the head, and the pale cheeks were below.

"Dare to come and siege me, no matter where you are from!"
Chapter completed!