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"Not yet, there are still a few people left."

The long snake-like procession now has only a tiny tip of its tail left, and it won't take long for everyone to pass through the bridge completely.

The sky was already darkening, and the Jinguang Bridge stood out in the darkness of the evening. It was an extraordinary video that was shot and posted on the Internet.

However, the Internet in Meghalaya has been cut off, let alone the Golden Light Bridge. Even yesterday's video of the Giant Buddha was not uploaded to the Internet.

"Then you have to wait for them all to cross the river?" Muke seriously looked at the three buried monks. At first glance, he would only think that the monk's face was covered with dust, but if he looked closely, he could see the pits and pits on his face. It is like being burned out by fire, and being able to survive such a serious fire is extraordinary power.

Three Burials finally opened his eyes, he looked at Muke calmly, and sensed the ominous aura from the fair-skinned wet poison man in front of him.

Ordinary people can't sense the smell on Muke's body, but the three buried brains are stimulated like needles. Is the underground horror turned into a human shape?

And this kind of ominous aura is still gradually increasing, and the unwilling existence in front of him is accumulating his own strength a little bit, as if the troops are constantly dispatching troops before the war, and the more the delay is, the more unfavorable it is for him.

"Yes."

With this change, the monk's power was weakened in disguise. It would be most beneficial for him to fight at this time, but the passers-by who were preparing to cross the river would be out of luck.

Once the extraordinary battle starts, no one can resist the slightest aftermath of the battle, and with a wave of hands, dozens or hundreds of lives will be lost.

"Stupid." Muke had some doubts that this guy with a strange accent was not a poisonous person, he was also a well-informed elite, and always felt that the monk's accent was a bit familiar, "Before the catastrophe, your behavior was just a man's arm and a car, and you really thought you were A savior who can shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving everyone?"

The crowd passed quickly. The old cow dragged the trolley on the bridge with great difficulty, and the passers-by also shouted to help push the trolley behind. It is considered a meager asset to have a farming ox in the local area.

Someone noticed the two people facing each other on the bridge, and the atmosphere was strangely suffocating. They did not dare to step forward to interfere, and after kowtowing, they quickly passed by.

"..."

The flow of people is like weaving, the movement is in a hurry, and the armed forces gathered in the sky also intuitively indicate that the flame atmosphere here is getting stronger and stronger.

The long snake team finally came to an end, and the last person was an old man in his seventies who walked slowly and stopped.

The old man with wet poison is not like the old man in the island country of Tokyo. He can still have spare money and energy to go to the windy places in his 70s. The long-term physical work and physical illness have made this old man with wet poison bend his back and bend his back, and his eyes are almost cloudy. Can't understand anything.

And as a matter of course, poverty and desperation are linked together. This poor old man has no descendants, and he will be alone when he dies.

"Papa pata." He walked across the bridge barefoot, until his cloudy eyes seemed to see light when he stepped on the Golden Light Bridge.

"Strange, when did this bridge change?"

He muttered in a local language that was incomprehensible to outsiders. Some of the blind old men continued to walk slowly. When he was young, he must have been a sturdy young man who could walk one and a half meters in one step, but now he can only move in small steps. , The river that is not very wide does not know how long it will take to pass.

"Do you think you have crossed everyone here? Are they all safe?" Mook's eyes rolled as the old man walked, "In the hinterland of Meghalaya going south, towns, forests, , There are thousands of people in the tribe who have not left, some are not aware of it, some are willing to die, don't you want to help these people? Or abandon them?"

"Out of ten old people, only one may migrate to survive like him, and most of them cannot move. If you can save 10,000 people crossing the river, can you save a million people?"

"If you can save one, it's one." The Three Burials had a firm belief. He knew that he couldn't save everyone, let alone him, even the wet poison government couldn't do it in a hurry.

However, saving everyone was never in the consideration of the three burials, he only asked for a clear conscience.

"Stupid." This is the second time Muck has scolded this, and the sober voice is so frightening that the old man on the bridge almost falls to the ground.

Seeing that everyone had crossed the river, the flying formation in the sky also responded, and the lethal weapons were aimed at the bridge, ready to attack the strange Mook on the ground at any time, but only if Mook and the monk were After the separation, the devout pilots dared not attack the three burials who showed miracles.

"It is because of a hypocrite who appears to be positive but is actually negative, that the injustice and darkness in this world continue to flow."

"..." Sanbu didn't want to argue with him, he knew that he was just a stupid walking monk, and words were never his forte, "Little monk doesn't understand what you mean."

"Do you know the tree bridge in Meghalaya?" Muke's tone suddenly sank, hiding his excitement and irritability in the dark.

"I don't know." Sanbu shook his head, not to mention the tree bridge, even Meghalaya was known to him not long ago.

"A long time ago, this place was still a primitive tribe isolated from the world. The civilizations of East Asia and South Asia did not radiate to the primitive residents living here. There was no developed handicraft industry, let alone architectural knowledge, but the local rainfall was abundant and the river network was dense. , like some rivers and waters have to build bridges to pass." Muke, like a folklorist, told local stories, "and the locals came up with ingenious bridge-building methods."

"Tree Bridge?"

"Yes, there are rubber trees and fig trees with developed roots here. Smart natives will plant seedlings of trees on both sides of the river. When the roots germinate, they will entangle the bamboos on the river, and the roots will continue to grow to the other end. , over the years the next tree bridge is completed. Across the river, strong and stable, as long as the trees are immortal, the tree bridge will continue to exist."

"The oldest tree bridge is more than five hundred years old and is still in use today."

"This is really the wisdom of human beings." Sanfu couldn't help but admire this ingenious method. This kind of survival philosophy according to local conditions is the most powerful weapon developed by human beings.

"Human wisdom?" Mook sneered, "Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, this is really human wisdom, it is the art of the local people, the tree bridge is like a scene in a fantasy world, they are eager to do this The situation has always existed, so that they who come from the outside world and enjoy the concrete bridge can look at the local area with a high-level vision. This curiosity makes them want to stay behind forever. It is best not to have any concrete bridge in the local area. It's a tree bridge."

"You are extreme."

"Maybe it's a little extreme."

"But that's not what I'm talking about." Muke is not a native of the local people in terms of height and skin color. "It took more than ten years to build a small bridge that can only be passed by people. It's too slow. It's too slow, it's a generation... 10 years is enough time for an outside civilization to create a thousand small bridges with the same function."

"This is exactly what this country is like now. It uses the old method of planting tree bridges many years ago to carry out reforms on a vast country. How long does it take to cut off the disease in this huge country? A generation? A century? Two centuries? "

The three burials remained silent. These questions were too profound and beyond the scope of the Dharma he had studied, but just passing through the damp and poisonous land quickly made him feel the profound difference between this place and the mainland of the island country, not just superficial. The city streets, but the spiritual outlook of people, the ubiquitous distinction between the noble and the lowly.

"This is not only a waste of time, you know how many people will continue to be bullied and tortured by this unfair and dark society in this long process of reform, countless untouchables, children of untouchables, descendants of untouchables. The longer the reform takes, the more victims of this injustice.”

"So what exactly are you trying to tell me?" Sanbu looked at Muke standing in front of him with a familiar look, as if he was looking at himself, but he didn't look like himself.

The old man walking slowly finally crossed the bridge.

The originally dazzling bridge was instantly extinguished, and it turned into a little starlight that dissipated in the twilight.

"Sacrificing the interests of a small number of people and speeding up the whole process, some people may suffer great pain, but it is insignificant compared to the entire nation and country that will sink for a hundred years." There is light behind Muke, it is not The dazzling light, but the matte black, the light that wants to merge with the twilight, "slash the whole land with pain and danger, and the time is not for me."

Muke's face was extremely ferocious. He felt a surge of power suddenly appear. Even if it was to transmit electricity across thousands of miles, it would require wires and other things, but the sudden surge of power ignored the medium and could only be explained by extraordinary power. .

Seance!

"This country lacks blood from the very beginning~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The cowardly way of setting up makes everyone lack the baptism of blood, so the deep-rooted backward things still exist, the darkness that should have died out before entering modern society is still there. Energetic."

Chakra is as vast as the sea, spewing out of Mook's hundred orifices, and his body can't bear such a massive accumulation of chakra at all.

This **** evil god! Mook's eyelids were bloodshot, like the developed roots of a rubber tree.

"So I came to change, I want to change these, and you should not come to stop, you can save 10,000 people, but let a billion people continue to sink, I sacrificed a million people, it is to wake up a billion people , your Dharma is outdated!"

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his body, Muck roared loudly at the sky.

The body that was already taller than the locals also rose a layer with the roar, and the existence of the "evil god" from thousands of miles away occupied half of his consciousness.

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