Amao wanted to save people, so he went back to the mountain without thinking. Unfortunately, he was blocked back before he reached the village entrance.
"Amao, it's dangerous outside now, please stop running around," Aunt Wang from the east end of the village said with some fear, "I heard there are bandits."
Bandits?
When Amao heard this, he felt very disdainful. In the stories of the rivers and lakes he had heard, these bandits were always the lowest-level thugs, the background for the heroes to show off their power and fame, and they were not worth fearing at all.
He patted his chest and assured, "Auntie, don't worry, it's just a few bandits. I'll take care of them right now."
"." Aunt Wang looked at Amao with a strange look on her face. She felt that the child seemed to have some brain problems after going up the mountain once.
Although Amao was full of confidence, Aunt Wang still did not let him out of the village. With thin legs and arms, he had no chance at all in front of Aunt Wang, who was big and round and could lift people with one hand.
After Amao was carried back home, before he could feel embarrassed, he saw that the sky was getting darker and darker. If he didn't go up the mountain, his chances would become even slimmer.
Amao yelled in distress in the room. This movement shocked many passing villagers. Someone immediately went to tell the village chief: "Village Chief, go and have a look. Amao's child seems to have hit a ghost." "
The village chief didn't even have the tea to his mouth, and his face turned dark when he heard this: "What the hell is that brat doing!"
The village chief cursed and followed people outside Amao's house, where many villagers who didn't know what was going on had gathered. In the room, Amao was still yelling.
With a dark face, the village chief walked into the house. Amao immediately stopped shouting. When he saw the other person coming in, he immediately pounced on him: "Grandpa village chief! Something bad has happened!"
The village chief helped Amao up, who was crying. He frowned and scolded: "What's the matter with you! I stayed on the mountain in silence for several days, and when I came back, I acted like a monster again! If I don't explain it clearly, I'll have to do it today." I’ll teach you a lesson for your parents who left early!”
Amao rolled his eyes and hurriedly told the village chief about Master Yushu.
"Grandpa Village Chief, you heard about me, that Taoist Grandpa is wearing purple clothes, with a jade pendant and a sword."
Amao tried his best to describe the unusual nobility of the real Yushu. His original intention was to arouse the village chief's love for money and let him bring people to go up the mountain with him to rescue people.
But regardless of whether the village chief loves money or not, the more wonderful Amao describes it, the paler his face becomes.
He immediately sketched out the image of real Yushu from Amao's description. As the head of a village, he immediately realized that this was a huge trouble.
They are just a group of ordinary people. When something like this happens, let alone help, there is no way to hide. The vendetta is too far away from ordinary people like them, and they cannot get involved at all.
But now, Amao has revealed his identity in front of that person, and they have no choice but to stay out of the matter.
Nowadays, bandits are attacking, if there is something wrong with that Taoist, and the forces behind him come to visit one day, if he ignores them and refuses to save them, I am afraid that the whole village will suffer.
The village chief is now very worried. He has heard that the people in the Jianghu are the most unreasonable. If that person is killed, he is afraid that people will be angry at Amao for not trying his best to help.
"You - you! You are really capable of getting into trouble!"
The village chief sighed and pointed at Amao, but he couldn't curse anymore. He went out with a sad face, called the strong men in the village, and asked everyone to pick up their hoes and sickles and follow him up the mountain.
The theory of mountain bandits is not a rumor, it is indeed true. However, these "bandits" actually had individual identities before they were running around -
Disciples of the Beggar Clan.
As a first-class sect that was as powerful as Wudang Shaolin and competed with the Wuyue Sword Sect for the third spot in the world, now there are really only two or three big cats and kittens left.
The famous elders and masters are almost dead. The Jingyi Sect is greedy for life and afraid of death. Even those who survived have long since dared not continue to consider themselves as disciples of the Beggar Clan.
Now these eight people are all disciples of the dirty clothes sect, and they are all people who followed the deputy gang leader Yan Fengyun back then. Because they couldn't stand Lu Shiqi's later reforms, they have been living a semi-reclusive life, but they don't want to end up with this. Escaped.
Originally, they did not dare to show their faces under the court's sea arrest documents, but at this moment, news of the death of gang leader Lu Shiqi suddenly came from the north.
The eight people were excited about the death of the evil thief, and at the same time they also felt the huge mission they shouldered. In order to prevent the Beggar Gang from completely disappearing, they decided to once again take up the banner of the largest gang in the world.
Under the leadership of Liubao disciple Wang Tie, the eight people officially embarked on the difficult road of revitalizing the Beggar Gang, and at the same time embarked on a journey of exile after being hunted by the court.
The sky was dark and cold, and the mountains were desolate. Eight people were walking on the mountain road, and everyone looked unhappy.
After the initial enthusiasm was poured with cold water, the faces of the eight people no longer looked as happy and comfortable as they had during the uprising. They lived in fear and confusion every day, fearing that one day they would be sent away by the officials behind them. He caught up and beheaded him.
The buzzing of insects was noisy in his ears. Wang Tie blocked half of his ears impatiently, but he still heard the complaints from the brothers behind him: "Brother Wang, where are we going?"
This is not the first time Wang Tie has heard this question. The purpose of the other party's question is not to determine a destination, but to ask whether there is a way out if they continue to persist like this.
Wang Tie was also confused about whether there was a way out, but he was very sure that turning back would lead to death, so he had no choice.
So Wang Tie had no choice but to stop and turn around to comfort him: "Good brother, hold on for a while longer. When we enter Shu and have the protection of the Qingcheng Sect, we can rest easy."
Wang Tie's words did not cheer up the crowd. They were really scared of being chased by the imperial court, and they could not fully believe whether the Qingcheng faction could protect them.
After Wang Tie and his party were targeted by the imperial court, the idea of reviving the Beggar Gang was basically dead. In order to ensure that they could at least survive, they planned to seek refuge with a force first.
Among the countless forces in the world, not many dared to fight with the imperial court. The Buddhist sect, Yan Fengyun and the Northern and Southern Shaolin all had festivals, so they didn't think about it, so Wang Tie led his brothers and went to Wudang Mountain as soon as possible.
They originally planned to seek refuge in Wudang, the number one Taoist sect, but unfortunately, the two masters of Wudang suddenly passed away. While he was shocked, he also understood that Wudang had become a place of right and wrong. He was afraid that he could not protect them, so he had to settle for the next best thing. , went to Shu to find Qingcheng.
Now they have finally entered Shu, but the brothers' minds have almost reached their limit.
No matter how much they care about food and clothing, the dirty clothes sect is still a mortal body after all. Without the reputation of a beggar gang to exploit, and being hunted by the imperial clerks in various states, it is impossible for them to rest in the town.
Along the way, Wang Tie and the others had to eat and sleep in the open air. They ate wild fruits when they were hungry and drank river water when they were thirsty. They hid in the wild all day long. It was cold at night and they had to be careful even when lighting a fire, let alone catching any game meat.
In extreme embarrassment, someone finally couldn't help it anymore. One of the eight disciples, a four-bag disciple named Bian Dong, robbed a passerby of dry food, and another three-bag disciple named Ruan Er stole a household's food. People’s drinks and dried meat.
Wang Tie was originally extremely angry at the two men's dirty deeds, but they stopped him with just one word.
"Brother Wang! If we can't survive, why are we talking about reviving the Beggar Clan?"
Wang Tie was silent. Even though he despised the actions of these two people, what they said was true. If they couldn't survive, rebuilding the Beggar Gang would really be far away.
Wang Tie silently recorded the families they had harmed in his heart, and vowed that when he became successful in the future, he would come back with a thousand times more gifts to confess his sins.
From this day on, Wang Tie temporarily let go of the rules of the Beggar Clan. They were like petty thieves, breaking into every house and taking away what they needed.
But because of their unscrupulous behavior, more and more soldiers from the court were chasing them, and their pursuit became tighter and tighter.
Wang Tie and others also gave up the idea of "robbing the rich and giving to the poor" and began to take whatever they could get from anyone they encountered, no matter how rich or poor they were.
From this moment on, these Beggar Clan disciples no longer had time to steal things slowly, but began to rob in broad daylight. This is why they are known as "mountain bandits" in various places.
Except for the fact that these few people did not kill anyone, they could basically do everything the bandits could do.
Forced by reality, Wang Tieba and others woke up from their too-beautiful ideals. Their bottom line was getting lower and lower, and what they did became more and more despicable.
In order to avoid official duties, a few people had been wandering in the mountains for several days, snatching dry food from several woodcutters. They thought about insisting on going to Shu first, but they never expected that that night, when they were about to take a rest, Suddenly the mountains were filled with people.
Wang Tie and others got up from the ground in horror and saw a large number of villagers on the mountain road from a distance, holding torches in their hands and farm tools as weapons, heading up the mountain menacingly.
"not good!"
Bian Dong cursed in a low voice: "That old guy must have gone to spread the news yesterday!"
Yesterday, several people met an old woodcutter. After snatching his dry food, they followed the rules and let him go without killing anyone. Now that a large number of villagers are going up the mountain, Bian Dong immediately thought of this incident.
Ruan Er punched the ground and said regretfully: "Brother Bian is right, it would have been better if I had killed that old immortal yesterday!"
Wang Tie frowned, looking at the fiery dragon-like long queue, and murmured unconsciously: "Yes, it would have been better if I had killed him yesterday."
(End of chapter)
