The old monk stopped the evil sword that even the Wang Buddha had to use the Buddha's light to block with one finger.
"Master is not a bad person!" Shaohua in red and Xuelian in green said quickly when they saw Zuo Qianhu taking action.
"I'm not a master, I'm just a crazy monk." The old monk said with a smile in a cynical tone.
"Master, please come in!" Shaohua in red motioned to the old monk to follow them in. At this time, neither of them was worrying about their looks.
"That's troublesome. The old monk asked for a glass of water." The old monk smiled and followed in, smelling the wine that several people had just drank, and said: "It would be better if the water was replaced by wine. .”
"Yes, yes, there is still wine." Shaohua in red straightened her face, wiped away her tears, and said, "I'll bring wine for the master."
"Thank you very much."
Zuo Qianhu couldn't understand what was going on, let alone Tang Yan and the other three.
I just feel like it’s particularly lively in this spring breeze.
"He is..." Zuo Qianhu asked Xuelian in green.
"Master has just experienced our past." Snow Lotus in green looked at the old monk respectfully.
"The past?"
"It's what we experienced during our lifetime." Snow Lotus in green said.
"They are indeed very bitter." The old monk took a sip of wine and said, "Monk, when I was a child, I was also from this town. When I was a child, the town was still called Lijia Town, and the town was not like this. . At that time, the mountains and rivers were beautiful and the rivers were still clear. I still remember the streets..."
The old monk began to talk about his childhood, while Tang Yan looked at the crutch in the old monk's hand. He's not very tall when he's on crutches, which is about half a person's height. The crutch is crooked, like a tree fork picked up randomly by the roadside.
The head of the crutch seems to have been randomly carved by a child. I don't know what it is, but it looks like the head of something. It looks a bit like a rabbit, with long ears and seemingly horns.
Hiss~ This thing seems a bit familiar.
"Later, I went to Wutai Mountain with my master to practice, and when I came back I was a changed person. Coal mines were discovered here, and many people came from outside and used the technology of the old demon from Montenegro - the power of the steam demon to set up textile factories. This small town There are two textile mills in the town, both of which process wool.”
"Wool has a high value and is very warm, so the price is also high. Naturally, some people go to the north to herd sheep and transport wool. I heard that there are more disputes over sheep than there are fights between sheep. The wool is stained with It’s dripping with blood!”
"They are the ones who are even more miserable." The old monk pointed to the woman in red and green clothes next to him, as well as the little girl who was hiding in the dark and peeking at them.
"Textile factories naturally need workers, but men are laborers and are more expensive to use. It is better to use women. Women's wages are less, and if they are half-year-old girls, their wages are even less. At their age, it is the right time for their parents to provide a dowry. When it’s time to marry them.”
"But if you work in a factory for three to five years, you can earn a small room."
"Isn't that great?" Wang Jinjue blurted out.
"But... few women in the textile factory survive more than three years." The old monk took a sip of wine and said.
"Huh?" Wang Jinjue couldn't believe it.
"At that time, only poor people would send their girls to textile factories when they were in dire straits. If you still want a daughter, you have to get her back within a year. If you can't get her back, you may be disabled. If you don't want a daughter, Daughters are sold directly to textile factories. These girls endure the roar of machines, high-temperature and high-intensity work day and night, and severe beatings by foremen.”
"For them, this place is a flesh and blood factory where they live their lives, like hell."
"It's hell. I just hope that the mother who gave birth to me will live a better life and not be beaten by my father!" Suddenly a little girl hiding on the second floor said.
"Yes! Mom and dad work very hard."
"Yeah yeah!"
"You are all very good! You are all very good!" the old monk said with a smile.
"There are also women plundered from other barbarians, such as Korean women. After these women died, they were left in a mine. Over time, I don't know how many bones accumulated. Some were even dying and were thrown in." The old monk said sadly.
"Huh?" Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen were shocked. This is a sweatshop! When it is truly drained, it becomes a dead body and is thrown away without any use value.
"Under this mine, there is something called [Corpse Evil Bones]. Together with so many corpses and the unwillingness and resentment before death, it gradually gained spirituality and turned into a monster."
"This monster grew stronger day by day and was unwilling to accept it. After causing harm to the town, it caused trouble everywhere, and was suppressed by a senior. That senior, huh~ had no good intentions at the beginning." The old monk said with a grin: "He suppressed the monster At the foot of the mountain, I was just waiting to retrieve the monster's [Spiritual Heart] when I was refining the magic weapon in the future, but in the end, I died somewhere else."
"The so-called [Lingxi Heart] is the beautiful wishes that thousands of girls imagine before they die. It is sad, pitiful, and beautiful desires that can only be thought about before dying." The old monk finished talking about Erfang Town past.
Tang Yan understood clearly that sweatshops used young girls as consumables to produce wool products. Thousands of dead girls turned into monsters and destroyed the town. Later, they were sealed and became what they are now.
The spring breeze is where the beautiful wishes of these girls lie. They love beauty, so they treat themselves as beautiful girls. They love rouge and eyebrow painting, so they all paint each other's eyebrows. They love handsome guys, so they are willing to spend the night with handsome guys. So in this small town, everything else is gray, but only here is there color.
She should have been enjoying her youth at her age, but she was overworked and died in a strange factory and a strange pothole where no one cared about her.
"I envy him that insects can connect with heaven and weave a net into the void."
No wonder...
"So that's it. Thank you, Master, for clarifying the confusion." Zuo Qianhu said with his fists clasped.
"You're welcome, the monk is here for this monster." The old monk shook his head and said.
"What?" Zuo Qianhu said in shock: "The monster is no longer there, Paeonia lactiflora and Snow lotus..."
"Of course he is no longer here..." the old monk said calmly.
"You..." Zuo Qianhu pointed at the old monk with a knife: "Are you also here for Shaohua and the others?"
"Monk, I am not them. Monk is for family."
"The four elements of a monk are empty, so where does the family come from?" Zuo Qianhu said.
"Gautama is from a royal family, so of course I have a family as a monk. It's normal." The old monk said cynically as before, not taking the knife in front of him seriously at all.
"Monk!" Zuo Qianhu felt that this monk was talking crazy words.
"The monk is not the demon monk. The demon monk is someone else. The monk is just a monk."
"Monk Dian, the demon Buddha, demon monk, are you Monk Dian?" Zuo Qianhu suddenly remembered who the person in front of him was.
Mouth! You guessed it. Demons, Buddhas, monsters, monks, crazy monks, all their voices are the Tathagata!
(End of chapter)
