The north wind is whistling and the snowflakes are fluttering.

The scenery is constantly changing, and the story has been laid out in the sight and ears of the Xuanfeng Army soldiers and the many serfs on the city wall.

The content of the whole story is very simple. In Baoxiang Kingdom, there was a serf called Yang Bailao. His wife was beaten and died by a disciple of the Brahma Sect. The two had an only daughter, called Xier, and they betrothed to a serf named Dachun early on.

But no one expected that there was a disciple of the Brahma Sect named Huang Shiren who coveted Xier's beauty and robbed him in every way. He used taxes to beat Yang Bailao. Yang Bailao called for help but had no way to go, and he committed suicide by jumping into the river. Xier fell into Huang Shiren's hands and was defiled by Huang Shiren. Xier was forced to escape into the mountains and survived tenaciously with a strong will to revenge. However, because of the lack of sunlight and salt, her black hair turned into snow and was called a white-haired girl by the serfs.

Xuanfeng Army came here and saved Xier, allowing her to turn over completely. Finally, a fire lit the pagoda where Huang Shiren and many disciples of the Brahma Sect live. Before the flames, Xier and Dachun hugged each other and cried, but the wind and snow gradually disappeared, the plants and trees grew, and the flowers were blooming.

“Woooooooooooo…”

As the pace of the story develops, the scene gradually becomes silent, especially when seeing Yang Bailao, played by Taishang Laozi, who jumped into the river and committed suicide by jumping into the river, many people are already crying and sobbing.

Especially some old serfs on the city wall, it seemed that in the turbid and numb eyes, there was gradually melting ice, and tears fell to the ground like broken lines, along the cheeks covered with gullies.

Everything that happened was so familiar to them.

Which of their children, their relatives and friends, or even themselves, has never experienced such harsh treatment!

For them, this is not a story, but a bloody life they have experienced before them.

I have never experienced it, I don’t know the pain, I am in it, I forget the pain, but when everything is interpreted in front of me, they feel the pain deeply!

The story continues. When Xier sang "I want to force me to death, I blind your eye sockets! Scoop undry water and extinguish the fire! I don't die, I want to live! I want to take revenge, I want to live!" When she rushed into the deep mountains, when Xier struggled to survive in the cave for a day, she drew a bloody path on the stone with her hands, and yelled angrily, "I can't count my thousands of grievances, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, thousands of hatreds, and thousands of hatreds, and thousands of hatreds, and thousands of hatreds, and bones! Remember in my heart!"—

Xuan Fengjun stood up one by one, roaring and roaring. Even the men who had been through many battles were already in tears at this moment.

Even many rotten vegetables and smelly shoes were captured by Xuanfeng soldiers and smashed them hard at Huang Shiren, who was played by the Golden Wings of Dapeng.

It is also a blessing that the Golden Winged Eagle of the Great Phang was extremely fast and kept dodging, so it was unscathed. But the more this happened, the more helpless and sad it made people feel, and they felt that there was nothing to vent their anger and resentment.

Not only Xuanfeng Army, Kong Xuan was also snuggling in Zhao Gongming's arms at this moment, and tears were dripping down.

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As for Fairy Yunxiao and Daji, they were also Lihuahua, holding Di Xin's arm tightly and buried his head on his shoulders. They couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but they were reluctant to continue watching.

The Taoist Tongtian didn't say a word, but his eyes were already blood red. The sword of disaster was marching on his waist, and the sword was intent as heart. He wanted to break through this dark hell and replace it with a bright world!

On the city wall, countless serfs had their heads lowered, and many people had their shoulders twitched, and tears fell on the city wall along their withered and thin cheeks.

Everything is strange, yet familiar.

It is the many things they have experienced that are not a single difference.

All these things made their hearts, which were already withered, suddenly burst out with sparks.

And it was this insignificant little spark that immediately turned into a raging flame when it touched their dry and boring hearts.

Their eyes, which were filled with tears and were originally numb as if covered with ice, suddenly melted, and replaced by endless rage flames and countless anger.

Not only Xier, they are also suffering from these thousands of injustice, thousands of hatreds, and thousands of hatreds that have penetrated into their bones!

Not only that, at this moment, a confusion arises in their hearts:

What mistakes did they make and why did they put such suffering on them?

After so much suffering, why can't they have the opportunity to live like those Xuanfeng soldiers in this life?

In the next life, can they really be happy and worry-free? If there is really a next life, who will prove the next life?

"Don't cry!"

At this time, a disciple of the Brahma Sect discovered this scene on the city wall. They were originally mocking, and their expressions suddenly became cold. The whip swung and thrust heavily on the serfs, asking them to hold the tears that were about to roll in their eyes and not to fall.

But to these disciples of the Brahma Sect, after being hit by a long whip in the past, the serfs who dared not resist at all, only dared to hunch their backs turned their heads in unison and stared at him. Inside their eyes, there seemed to be endless flames burning.

The temperature, the anger, and the heat made these disciples of the Brahma Sect unable to help but take a step back.

Their eyes seemed to be no longer as numb as before, but became alive!

It seems that they finally have life, real life!

"Don't cry! Don't cry! I'll hold my tears back!"

After standing still, these disciples of the Brahma Sect became more and more angry, waving their whips frantically, and thrusting hard and flesh flying everywhere. They wanted to use this torture to stop the sobs of the crowd and extinguish the anger of the crowd.

"I want to force me to death, I will blind you! Scoop undry water and extinguish the unextinguished fire! If I don't die, I want to live! I want to take revenge, I want to live!"

But when the whip fell, no one stopped crying. In the distance, I don’t know who it was, and suddenly started singing the song just now.

The singing sounds.

Like a knife falling.

Many serfs cried louder and louder. Why did they suffer so much pain and torture but they were not even qualified to cry?

At the beginning, there was only one person singing.

Soon, the others began to sing.

In this vast dark night, the singing is no longer so thin, and it begins to gain power!

"I can't count my thousands of grievances, my hatreds, my hatreds, my hatreds, my hatreds, my hatreds, my bones! I remember it in my heart!"

All the serfs let the whip fall heavily on their heads and bodies, but they don't want to leave, just sing so stubbornly.

Even though blood flowed along the body, even if my voice was hoarse, the singing did not stop.

The singing is getting louder and louder!

At the beginning, only a small number of people sang, and then, the entire city wall was singing along with the sound.

Under the city wall, Xuanfeng Army also began to roar and sing loudly.

There is compassion, sympathy, and endless anger in the song.

The singing gradually surrounded the entire city and wrapped it tightly.

The hot temperature in the singing seemed to turn the entire city into a oil pan. As long as there was a little spark, a thousand-foot flame would ignite!

"The holy image of him, your corpse, your golden pagoda, your thatched hut, your ginseng wine vessels, your food balls on the land! This is not the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, it is hell, there is no light, only darkness, there is no Buddha, only evil ghosts!" At this moment, Emperor Xin looked at the many serfs on the city wall and said word by word: "Kill all the gods in his heart, it's today! What are you waiting for? Let's go back!"

Kill all the gods in your heart, today!

What are you waiting for? Just reverse it!

Just reverse it!

As soon as the words fell, it seemed as if a thunder suddenly passed through the sky in front of many serfs.

The mad sound, like an angry wave, echoed in their hearts, and finally turned into a voice: Let’s go back!

Since there is no Pure Land, since there is only hell!

Since there is no bliss in the world, since there is no suffering!

So……
Chapter completed!