The old priest nodded slightly: "You are very smart, indeed."
Feng Danyuan understood that this... made sense.
"Then what are these mottled murals painted on?" he continued to ask.
"I don't know." said the old priest.
"I don't know?" Feng Danyuan frowned.
"These murals were like this a long, long time ago. My ancestors didn't know it, and I certainly don't know either." The old priest paused and then said: "However, I guess it happened during the 'War of the Three Ancestors'
There are some things in it.”
Feng Danyuan looked at the paintings again, then pointed to the scenes of purgatory on earth at the back and asked: "What is the story of these terrible scenes?"
The old priest's calm face became rippled, and the ravine-like wrinkles gradually became as sharp as a knife.
"Murder and resistance."
"The human race endlessly tortured and killed the Son of God, and the descendants of the Chiyou tribe did not leave a way to survive."
The old priest's hoarse voice became more and more sad: "During the War between Yan and Huang, the two camps faced each other with equal numbers. Less than a thousand years after the Yellow Emperor came to the throne, all the people of the Son of God and the Chiyou clan were killed, leaving only the aliens to fight for each other.
There are various costs to protect the reproduction of the tribe, some are at the expense of lifespan and do not enter reincarnation, some are..."
Feng Danyuan stopped and listened.
"The most fertile land in Kyushu has been invaded by the human race. People of foreign races can only go to inaccessible places such as deserts, grasslands, snow mountains, and rainforests in southern Xinjiang to survive and survive."
The old priest looked at Feng Danyuan with a pair of pale eyes: "It was never us who wanted to destroy your human race, it was your human race who wanted to destroy us."
Feng Danyuan was expressionless: "It is said that the human race tortured and killed the Son of God, the descendants of the Chiyou tribe, and even foreign races. Didn't the latter kill other tribes? I have been fighting for more than ten years, and the Yun Kingdom has never taken the initiative to provoke a war, and you said 'difficult'
The surviving tribesmen killed 250,000 Yun Kingdom soldiers in ten years."
"You don't have to talk to me about justice. There has never been justice in this world, and neither are the people you are talking about. If it were the Son of God's clan or the Chi You clan that won back then, I dare to ask: Is there still a place for our human race to gain a foothold?"
"Furthermore, how many people still know about the things on these murals today? The grievances and grudges from thousands of years ago are obsessed with this. I am afraid that only people like you who have lived in the temple all their lives. For ordinary people in the Western Regions like you
, avenging the hatred that I don’t know how many generations ago is more meaningful than having a few more pieces of meat in the bowl when eating."
The old priest shook his head: "Forgetting the number of ancestors, how is it different from being a bastard?"
Feng Danyuan didn't want to say anything more and signaled his men to take the old priest away.
Seeing that he was still staring at the picture of the girl Bai Kui, Military Advisor Lin couldn't help but ask: "Is Commander Feng interested in these legends?"
"Do you think these are legends or true stories?" Feng Danyuan asked.
"Legends. I only believe in history books." Commander Lin replied.
"I believe it's true." Feng Danyuan's eyes fell on the blurry face of the girl and he said slowly.
*
In the imperial capital thousands of miles away, it gets dark earlier than in the capital of the Western Regions.
When Wei Zi and Su Nian left Dali Temple, it was already dark outside.
"Miss Wei, how about we go join in the fun of the Lantern Festival today?" Su Nian saw that Wei Zi didn't look too good, so he wanted to take her to relax.