Chapter 655 The Blackstone clan was surprised: Its the snow-capped sacred cow coming to save us!
As a few days passed, the clouds oppressing Blackstone City became even heavier.
Zhao Jinchuan and other caravan merchants brought a large number of serfs to clean up the dead people and blood in the city to prevent the spread of plague in the summer.
Then we found serfs who knew how to make clay bricks and re-blocked the city gate. Since the plateau lacked wood, we used rocks to directly seal the city gate hole.
Through concerted efforts and working day and night, Black Rock City temporarily restored order. Then Zhao Jinchuan led people throughout the city to search for iron tools to repair the damaged defensive equipment and make swords.
Under the cloud of war, everyone burst out with great enthusiasm.
Fortunately, the landlords and nobles who fled could not take away the food. After getting Jin'an's consent, Zhao Jinchuan opened a warehouse to stock up on food and drink, providing an unlimited supply of food and drink.
The serfs, who had been oppressed by a miserable fate all their lives, had a full meal for the first time, put on decent shoes, and realized the dignity of being a human being for the first time. They knelt down again to Jin'an, who gave them freedom and dignity.
grateful.
Not only were these serfs given the benefit of opening warehouses to store grain, but ordinary people of the Blackstone clan also received grain distribution.
Those big landowners and nobles occupy most of the wealth and food produced in Black Rock City, and it is more than enough to distribute it to the people of the city for several months.
However, these people regarded it as poisonous snakes and threw out all the food given to them for free, showing no appreciation for the kindness at all.
"Don't be deceived by their pretended kindness! These grains were snatched from the nobles' homes. After the warriors of the Blackstone tribes are gathered, they will break through Blackstone City sooner or later. Today we ate these dried meats and highland barley, and we will wait until the city is broken."
, the noble gentlemen will definitely hang our whole family!"
Zhao Jinchuan and others, who had good intentions and led people to distribute food, were directly angered by these Blackstone clan members and were too lazy to act as good people and care about the lives of these people.
After cursing people, these Blackstone clan members once again fell into the gloomy mood of collapse of faith. They were either huddled motionless and listless, like walking corpses that had lost their backbone, or they were kneeling in the direction of the Zizai Sect all day long, praying for miracles.
, the Buddha was resurrected again.
It was in this cloud of war and pessimism and despair, the clouds rolled and the clouds relaxed, and time passed. Suddenly, a shout of surprise rang out, and then more cheers of surprise rang out. Those who lay motionless like walking corpses and kept kneeling down to worship the Zizi Sect.
People are brought back to their senses by these surprise shouts.
"Oh my God! The patron saint of the snow mountains has come to save us! Look, look, we have hope. We have not been abandoned. The patron saint of the snow mountains has come down to save us!"
The voices calling for the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains rose one after another, and the cheers were deafening.
What!
Patron Saint of Snowy Mountains!
Rumble, rumble, the ground gallops, the sound of horse hooves reaches people's ears like rumble and muffled thunder, and as a group of dark clouds comes quickly from the end of the horizon, war is finally coming.
Those outsiders who were still staying in Black Rock City ran to higher places one after another, wanting to see the war clearly and wanting to know immediately which tribes were the first to kill Black Rock City.
Can that man really create another miracle?
Can Blackstone City really be defended?
This is the biggest question on everyone's mind.
But they had just rushed to the roof or the height of the cliff, showing unanimous expressions of astonishment. They had imagined many scenarios of large armies sieging the city, but they had never imagined this scene. A yak with thick and huge curved horns was larger than an ordinary yak.
The still strong white beast... let's call it the Snow Mountain God Bull, led the charge at the front, leading the army of dark clouds towards Black Rock City.
"this……"
The Snow Mountain Sacred Ox is a sacred animal on the plateau. It is not easy to see a pure white yak on the plateau.
Those Blackstone clan members who were depressed and had been immersed in pessimism and despair were like drowning people grasping for life-saving straws. The Dark Walkers suddenly saw a ray of light and burst into cheers like a torrent.
"Sure enough, it was the Snow Mountain God Ox who transformed into the patron saint, personally went down the mountain, and brought the people of the Snow Mountain Mountains who believe in him to save us!"
"We are saved! We are saved!"
The boiling sounds became more and more frequent.
The whole city was boiling.
A group of people whose faith had been destroyed and who had lost hope suddenly rekindled hope and found new faith.
They didn’t have nothing! There were also snow-capped sacred cows that didn’t abandon them!
The people of the Snow Mountains have grown up listening to the epic singing of the mythical beasts of the Snow Mountains for generations, the epic singing of Padmasambhava, and the epic singing of the Heavenly Blessed White Yak. The people of the Snow Mountains are familiar with it and regard the Snow Mountain White Yak as courage.
The patron saint of mightiness, strength, justice, exorcism, and fighting monsters. Believe in the Snow Mountain God Cow, which can bring good luck to the world. There are many Buddha factions on the plateau. Different factions believe in different Buddhas, but they only believe in Snow Mountain.
The white yak is the unanimous belief of everyone on the plateau.
As long as the snow mountain beasts do not abandon them, they will never be abandoned by the snow mountains. The white gods and praise gods who live in the snow mountains will continue to protect them and let the snow mountain beasts bring endless divine soldiers to save them from hell.
With their faith collapsed, they seemed to have found a new life at this moment, and rediscovered the power of faith to support their survival——
It’s the snow-capped sacred cow!
"The Snow Mountain Divine Ox is the patron saint of the Snow Mountain. He only protects the upright and kind people of the Snow Mountain. Today, he appeared in Black Rock City with the strong horses and strong warriors given by the gods to the Snow Mountain. He is here to save us! He is here to eradicate the murderous big devil.
of!"
"That's right! The patron saint never kills good people, only evil people and devils. He will never kill a good person by mistake. We are the good ones, and the person on the mountain is the devil!"
"He dares to kill even the Buddha. That person is the murderous devil. Sure enough, even the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains can't stand it! Lord patron saint, save us! Save us! The devil is on the top of the mountain. Quickly help the Buddha get revenge.
Kill that terrifying demon!"
Looking at the rapidly approaching army outside the city, the Blackstone clan members became more and more excited, as if they had seen the scene where Jin An was suppressed by the snow-capped sacred cow and sent into the flames of hell to resolve his hatred.
These people knelt down and worshiped, as if they were welcoming gods from heaven, with extremely pious expressions on their faces.
Not only the Blackstone clan members knelt down to worship the snow-capped mountain beasts that appeared, but even the thin serfs who stood on the city wall and couldn't even hold their swords in a standard posture also knelt down and worshiped involuntarily.
It is the belief and cultural inheritance that originates from the depths of the soul, and is the belief that every high-atomic citizen brings to life.
There are many beliefs on the plateau, but the sacred cow is the belief that everyone agrees on.
Zhao Jinchuan, who was loosely wearing armor one size larger and wearing a helmet crookedly, looked at the horse caravans charging outside the city, full of murderous intent, then looked at the serfs kneeling beside them involuntarily, and then listened to the sounds of Black Rock City behind them
They turned pale with fright as they heard cheers from the mountains and tsunamis.
At this time, those outsiders who stayed in the city, seeing the comparison between the two, it was clear which one was stronger and which one was weaker. They all sighed and shook their heads, it's over, everything is over.
How can there be so many miracles in this world?
It is very rare for a person to create a miracle once in his life. He has created so many miracles, which is something that has not happened on the plateau for thousands of years. No matter how good luck is, it must be used up and reach its limit.
"He is not defeated by himself. He has created so many miracles, which are enough to be recorded in the annals of history and shock future generations."
"He was defeated by the general trend. When manpower is limited, one cannot fight against heaven or against the general trend."
These people all lamented for Jin An.
On the city wall, Zhao Jinchuan's caravan merchants, who did not take orders easily, shouted loudly to the serfs with the tenacity and unwillingness to admit defeat that their ancestors had forcibly passed down the ancient tea-horse road in the poor mountains.
With flushed faces, the serfs began to stand up again and clenched their weapons firmly. This city must be defended today. They should do something for themselves, their children and future generations, and the tired person behind them.
Even though this time is still a dream, and they are still hungry and doing heavy physical work after waking up from the dream, they still want to pray that this dream will last longer. For the first time, they will experience the simple satisfaction of a full stomach, and for the first time, they will experience the feeling of cleanliness.
The fragrance of clothes and shoes, the first experience of being respected by others... The feeling of today's dream was so real, so real that they didn't want to wake up prematurely.
For the first time, they had the idea of fighting for something for themselves and future generations.
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Although the serfs have stood up again to resist their fate, everyone in the city still does not think highly of these people. The gap is really too big.
The morale of the regular soldiers who were well fed and drank every day was greatly improved, and they were not at the same level as the malnourished farmers and slaves.
Even the number of people is not the same size.
The cavalry is like a torrent, submerging the yellow sands of the Gobi plateau, the flags are like swaying mountain peaks, and thousands of troops are approaching in the blink of an eye.
"Um?"
All of these people were suddenly stunned.
"Did I see it wrong? Why do I feel that those flags don't look like the Blackstone clan's flags?"
"It turns out you feel the same way. I thought I was the only one who was wrong."
As the torrent of cavalry came closer and approached the city wall, everyone made another shocking discovery. Some people couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are they descendants of monkeys?"
However, today's shocks came one after another, one after another.
"Look, the white yak is carrying a man on its back!"
"Hey, it really looks like a master riding a snow-capped mountain beast!"
For a moment, these people all felt that their brains were a bit exhausted. It took a long time before someone came to their senses: "Could it be that the tribe descended from the God Monkey, one of the six major tribes on the plateau, got the news that a big change had occurred in the Blackstone clan, and the God Monkey...
The descendant tribes should be the first to lay siege to Blackstone City before the major tribes of the Blackstone Clan!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
The people standing on the city wall also thought of this result, and their expressions changed drastically. It was already very difficult to block a Blackstone army, but now they had to fight two major tribes on the plateau at the same time. Everyone thought of the next outcome.
How.
Zhao Jinchuan gritted his teeth and was already prepared to die tragically. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen some unbelievable scene. He rubbed his eyes fiercely, and then called others to confirm again: "What do you think of that headband?"
Does the snow-capped white yak surrounded by the descendants of the sacred monkey tribe below the city look like Taoist Priest Jin’an’s magnificent mount?”
"It's really similar."
"There is no mistaking it. This is Taoist Jin'an's snow-capped white ox mount that looks a bit like a sheep. I was so impressed that the female yaks in my caravan often circled around it." Another person said.
The tea merchant boss said it very firmly.
Zhao Jinchuan looked surprised and slapped his thigh excitedly: "Haha, that's right! It's not the enemy that's besieging the city, brothers, it's our reinforcements that have arrived!"
"Do you still remember? I heard from those who came from the West Kunlun Mountains that Taoist Jin'an has a good relationship with the tribe of the descendants of the monkey. It must be the tribe of the descendants of the monkey who got the news and came here to support Taoist Jin'an!"
The more Zhao Jinchuan talked, the more excited he became, and he raised his arms and cheered: "Don't be afraid, everyone! That snow-capped mountain sacred cow is the mount of Taoist Jin'an!"
At this time, some serfs who came back from the West Kunlun Mountains recognized "Master Yongcuo" riding on the back of a sacred bull, and they were surprised and shouted "Master Yongcuo" repeatedly.
The old Taoist priest who was riding on the back of a sheep and rushing to reinforce Black Rock City heard the shouts on the city wall and recognized many familiar faces. This scene made him both surprised and happy. He then figured out what was going on.
He was so excited that he cried with joy: "Little brother, you did it, you really did it! Who said that one person cannot fight against the torrent, but you are the only one in the world who has done it!"
Speaking of excitement, the old Taoist priest wiped a few tears on the wool, which made the goat so angry that he almost raised his hooves and tried to knock him over.
Goats are good at rock climbing. The goats carried the old Taoist priest with a few easy jumps and climbed to the city wall. It was the first time in their lives that they were so close to the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains. The serfs looked excited. At this time, a group of serfs walked to the old Taoist priest in tears.
Beside the Taoist priest, his voice was choked with emotion and he shouted: "Good luck to Master Yongcuo."
Seeing the familiar faces standing in front of him intact, the old Taoist priest's voice was choked with sobs.
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Within the city.
Seeing the sudden change in the painting style, the two groups of people suddenly hugging each other and recognizing each other, the foreigners who originally had no hope, were all dumbfounded, with dull expressions on their faces.
Who will tell them what is going on?
The most unacceptable ones are the Blackstone clan members. A moment ago, the whole city was cheering, raising their arms and shouting for the patron saint of the snow mountain. Now their hands and feet are cold, and their bodies are as cold as falling into the glacier, from head to toe.
"How is it possible! How could this happen! Why are people from the descendants of the monkey tribe coming!"
"Are the two tribes going to war?"
But what more people care about is another thing, with trembling voices: "Just now...were those people shouting...that the Patron Saint of the Snow Mountains is the mount of the murderous demon?"
The news was so shocking that it was like throwing a stone into a lake, causing huge waves. Their newly rekindled faith collapsed once again.
They can't accept this fact. Why is the Guardian Saint of the Snow Mountain the mount of the big devil, standing on the opposite side of the Blackstone Clan? Doesn't that mean that the Blackstone Clan is the one who was abandoned by the Snow Mountain? Even the gods think that they are the ones who are Dai.
sinner.
"This is absolutely impossible!" After two consecutive collapses of faith, some people went crazy on the spot.
At this time, the earth trembled, the white clouds in the sky were driven forward by the rolling earth dragons raised from the horizon, and another army rushed towards Black Rock City with murderous intent.
"Look at those black flags, it's our warriors who really came to save us this time..." But before the Blackstone clan could regain their morale, the newly arrived army of thousands of cavalrymen did not compete with the descendants of the monkey tribe.
There was a war between people, but several high-level tribes came out to communicate with the descendants of the monkey god.
What's going on?
Why do we, the Blackstone clan, know people from the descendants of the monkey tribe?
Before they could understand, the Blackstone Clan's army retreated back the way they came, and left without any intention of attacking the city to rescue them.
The whole city was silent and silent. Everyone was so overwhelmed by the sudden changes in the situation that they forgot to speak. It was at this time that they saw the city gate being demolished and welcomed the army of descendants of the monkeys into the city. They saw the man on the mountain.
People came down the mountain and reunited with everyone.