When they heard someone roaring and shouting, everyone subconsciously stopped and turned their heads to look north.

After being beaten, he was in a daze and raised his head late. When he raised his head and looked north, he saw a tall figure rushing towards him from the mountains to the north.

Through the light of the torches in everyone's hands, I could see clearly the appearance of the person who came. He was a young man in his twenties, fourteen or five years old. He was unusually tall. For an ordinary person, seven feet would be considered a tall man, but this person was actually nine feet tall. He was wearing a

Wearing a gray cloth robe and carrying a large wrought copper stick.

"There are so many of you, why did you hit him?" The big man glared at everyone.

Everyone saw how tall and tall he was and wondered where he came from, so no one came forward to answer the question. They all looked at Muramasa, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on Muramasa, the big man pointed at him with a copper stick, "Are you the leader? Tell me! Why did you beat him?"

This person appeared so suddenly that Muramasa couldn't think of a word for a moment, so he could only mumble, "This, this... the strong man doesn't know something. We had a dispute over this cattle."

The big man didn't seem to understand what Muramasa meant, so he turned around and asked, "Boy, are you a cattle thief?"

"No," he explained hurriedly, "this is my cow, and they want to kill my cow."

Before the big man could answer, a woman intervened and said, "Hero, don't listen to his nonsense. This cow is not his, it belongs to our village."

"What do you mean? Whose is this cow?" The big man frowned and scratched his head.

"be mine."

"is ours."

Seeing both sides insisting on their own opinions, the big man felt worried. After scratching his head, he turned around and shouted to the north, "Master, walk faster."

Everyone thought that the big man was alone, but after hearing what he said, they realized that there were several people coming here from the mountains to the north.

Hearing the shouts of the big man, the visitors quickened their pace. After a while, they arrived and there were four people in total. The leader was a white-haired Taoist. Although his head was full of white hair, he was not very old. He was very thin and thin.

Holding a horsetail whisk.

Standing on the left side of the white-haired Taoist is a short, fat young man of medium build, wearing a blue cloth coat. He must be seventeen or eighteen years old, with squinted eyes and a big face, with a cheerful and cheerful expression. He is carrying a huge bag behind his back.

of baggage.

The person standing on the right side of the white-haired Taoist should be a woman of sixteen or seventeen years old. She is not tall and has a delicate face. The reason why she should be a woman is because her chest is very flat and she is wearing a gray cloth robe.

Erratic, it is difficult to determine its gender.

The young man further away was also about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was carrying a large wooden box in each hand. This man was very handsome. When he arrived, he put down the wooden box and sat down on one of them, with a dried dog in his mouth.

Wei Cao tilted his head and looked at everyone in the field, his expression was lazy and carefree.

When everyone arrived, the big man rushed to the white-haired man

The Taoist said, "Master, come and give them a review. They all say that this cow is theirs."

Hearing the words of the big man, the white-haired Taoist turned around and bowed to everyone, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, good man and compassionate man, may I ask who is the person in charge here?"

"I, Wang Quangui, am the village masa here." Muramasa stepped forward to answer the question.

The white-haired Taoist pointed at the cow that fell on the ground and asked, "May I ask Wang Cunzheng, what is going on?"

Without waiting for the village leader to answer, all the villagers started to talk sophistry and slander. They just said that they bought the cow with money and gave it to Wang Mazi to take care of. Now that Wang Mazi died, the cow that was picked up by Wang Mazi tried to

Seize this cow.

When everyone stopped making noise, the white-haired Taoist asked again, and what he said was naturally different from them.

After listening to the stories from both sides, the white-haired Taoist didn't answer immediately, and the few people who came with him didn't say a word either. Only the tall man who came first was furious and said in a loud voice, "You obviously want to steal his cattle and kill him."

If he refuses to eat meat, you will beat him."

After the man finished speaking, the young man sitting on the wooden box tilted his head and smiled, "Boss, why are you telling the truth and not afraid that they will beat you too?"

"Who dares to hit me? He's not afraid that I'll give him a stick." The big man leaned on the ground with his copper stick and stared angrily.

He was tall and mighty, and everyone was afraid of him and did not dare to look at him and refute him.

The white-haired Taoist glanced back at the young man, then walked to the side and whispered, "I believe what you said, but this is their village. If you offend them too much, I'm afraid it will be difficult to live in the village in the future."

If you do, they will definitely exclude you."

The villagers were originally repelled by Duo, and now they tried to kill him and Lao Huang. They were already frustrated and said numbly, "Just leave."

The white-haired Taoist looked straight at him, and after waiting for a moment to see him change his mind, he said, "Since you said so, I will uphold justice for you."

After the white-haired Taoist finished speaking, he turned back to Wang Cunzheng and said, "Regardless of whether this cattle belongs to you or this boy, if you want to kill it, it is against the law. The law of this dynasty is clearly written.

Those who work the cattle are given twenty rods and one year in prison. We saw clearly just now that you guys killed this cattle together. If this young man goes to sue the officials, we will all be witnesses."

As soon as the white-haired Taoist said this, there was an uproar. Everyone looked at each other in shock and fear. Wang Cunzheng hurriedly defended, "The Taoist priest doesn't know something. This cattle has died of old age and has nothing to do with us."

"Haha," the young man sitting on the wooden box said with a smile, taking off the dog's tail grass in his mouth, "We just saw it very clearly. Each of them was holding farm tools, knives and axes to kill and till the people.

Niu, although you didn't take any action, you were giving orders, and they all obeyed your orders."

"You, you, you, why did I ever give orders?" Wang Cunzheng retorted nervously.

"Didn't you give the order?" The young man twisted the dog's tail grass in his hand, "Did they do evil on their own and deliberately violated the law?"

Hearing the young man's words, Wang Cunzheng complained incessantly. Everyone heard what the young man said. If the government really investigates him in the future, the villagers will definitely put the responsibility on him.

The short, fat man who had been silent while carrying the burden narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Third brother, if you have something to say, please tell me. Wang Cunzheng is the person in charge here, how can he know the law and break the law, and bring himself and his neighbors to jail?"

Hearing the words of the short fat man, Butcher Wang on the side was also scared. He was the only one among the people holding a knife. If he was held accountable, he would certainly not be able to get away with it. Seeing that Old Huang's abdomen was still rising and falling, he hurriedly said,

"The cow is not dead yet, so we can't slaughter it privately."

Seeing that the fire was almost done, the white-haired Taoist walked up to Wang Cunzheng and whispered a few words.

After the white-haired Taoist finished speaking, Wang Cun looked troubled. He hesitated for a long time and reluctantly nodded, then waved to greet everyone, "You go back first, I will handle this matter."

Just when everyone was packing up their things and about to leave, the white-haired Taoist said to the young man sitting on the wooden box, "In the beginning of autumn, I am afraid that this cow cannot be saved, so I took out a few pieces of the world's most strange poison Yama Powder from the box.

Money, give it a good time."

Hearing the white-haired Taoist's words, the young man understood it. He took out a small cloth bag from the wooden box and walked towards He Laohuang.

Without waiting to get up to stop him, the young man knelt down and whispered, "Master said this because he was worried that the villagers would eat its body after we left. This is corn flour, a non-toxic thing."

After speaking in a low voice, he deliberately raised his voice and said, "Little brother, please stay away. This poison will kill you. There is no cure."

Feeling grateful in my heart, I stepped back a few steps in cooperation.

The young man pretended to be solemn, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose, then poured a little of the rice noodles in the bag onto Lao Huang.

Facts have proved that the white-haired Taoist's worries were not unnecessary. When all the villagers saw that the cattle were poisoned, they all secretly said it was a pity, sighed, and returned in dismay.

The white-haired Taoist waved to the young man again, "Liqiu, you will go to the village with me as my master to settle this matter."

When the young man nodded, the white-haired Taoist said to the burly man, "Boss, bury the body of the ox on the spot to prevent the villagers from accidentally eating it and being poisoned."

When the big man nodded, the white-haired Taoist followed Wang Cunzheng to the village with the young man.

At this time, Lao Huang was dying

, there was too much air coming out and less air coming in. Feeling sad in my heart, I sat back where I was and stretched out my hands to comfort him.

Empathy does not exist. The three people who stayed in the same place did not know their feelings for Lao Huang, nor did they know that Lao Huang was his nanny. Although they were slightly sad, they were not that sad, and they did not bother him. They just joined in.

Drink water and rest somewhere.

Lao Huang finally died, and he died peacefully. The moment Lao Huang closed his eyes, he felt a biting chill in his heart. Death is an eternal departure, a separation without return. From then on, Lao Huang has been away from him.

disappeared forever from his life.

There were outsiders present, so I didn’t want to lose my composure, but when I thought of all the scenes of these old Huangs and me being dependent on each other, my grief instantly destroyed the dam of reason, and I hugged Lao Huang and burst into tears.

After a long time, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around and saw the young woman standing behind me. She was holding a handkerchief. When she saw him turning around, she extended her hand to deliver it, "My condolences."

He didn't take the other party's handkerchief and waved his hand to say thank you, "Thank you very much."

The big man had been waiting for a long time, then he stood up and came forward, "Stop crying, it won't survive even if you cry. Get up quickly and I'll bury it for you."

He wanted to bury Lao Huang alone, but he was worried that he would not be able to finish it overnight. If the villagers saw him at dawn, he was afraid that there would be more problems. After pondering, he stopped his sadness and nodded to the big man, "Okay, I'll go back and get the shovel."

?head."

"No, we have it in the box..."

Before the big man could finish speaking, a short fat man not far away interrupted him and said, "Our things are not suitable for us, so let's go back to the village with him."

"Why doesn't it work? Our..."

"Have you forgotten what Master said?" The short fat man interrupted the big man again.

Hearing what the short fat man said, the big man suddenly realized, "Okay, let's use his household items."

Before that, no one noticed that he was lame. Only when he got up and walked did they notice that his legs and feet were inconvenient. The young woman hesitated for a moment and followed the two of them, moving and digging things with them.

It was not yet the farming season. When passing through the farmland, the woman noticed that a large area of ​​farmland was plowed and asked casually, "Were these fields plowed by the cattle during the day?"

I no longer shed tears, but when I heard the woman's words, sadness came to my heart again, and tears came to my eyes.

Seeing that he was too sad, the big man couldn't help but tried to persuade him, "Don't cry. You tried your best. If you hadn't protected it to the death, it would have been beaten to death by the farmers and eaten by the farmers. After a lifetime of hard work, even the whole body could not be left."

One."
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