"Not yet, there are still a small number of people."

The snake-like team is now only a little bit of tail tip, and it won't take long for everyone to pass through the bridge completely.

The sky was already dizzy, and the Golden Light Bridge was particularly conspicuous in the evening darkness. When it was taken on the Internet, it would definitely be another extraordinary video with a huge hit number.

However, Meghalaya's network has been cut off. Not to mention the Golden Light Bridge, even the Giant Buddha video of yesterday has not been uploaded to the Internet.

"Then you have to wait for them to cross the river?" Muke looked at the Sanzang Monk seriously. If he had first glance, he would only think that the monk's face was covered with dust, but if he looked carefully, he could see that the potholes on his face seemed to be burned out by fire. Can he survive such a serious fire? Is this extraordinary power?

Sanzang finally opened his eyes. He looked at Muke calmly and sensed the ominous aura from the fair-skinned wet poisonous man in front of him.

Ordinary people can definitely not sense the smell of Muke, but Sanzang's mind was stimulated like a needle. Is it the terrifying existence underground that turned into a human form?

Moreover, this ominous aura is gradually rising. The unwilling existence in front of him is accumulating his own strength bit by bit, as if he kept dispatching troops and generals to arrange positions before the war. The more he delayed it, the more it would be disadvantageous to him.

"Yes."

As one goes up and down, the monk's power is weakened in disguise. If he fights at this time, it will be most beneficial to him, but the passers-by who are preparing to cross the river will be in trouble.

Once an extraordinary battle begins, no one can resist the slightest aftermath of the battle, and waves his hand and lives dozens or hundreds of people.

"Silly." Muke suspected that this guy with a strange accent was not a wet poisonous person. He was also an experienced elite. He always felt that the monk's accent sounded familiar. "Before the disaster, your behavior was just a mantis arm and a car. Do you really think you are the savior and can take on the heavy responsibility of saving everyone?"

The crowd passed by quickly, and the old cow was dragging the cart on the bridge with difficulty. Passers-by also shouted to help push the cart in the rear. Having a plowing cattle can be considered a small asset in the local area.

Someone noticed the two people facing each other at the bridge. The atmosphere was strange and suffocating. They did not dare to go forward to interfere, and they quickly passed by after kowtow.

“…”

There were crowds of people and the weather was rushing. The armed forces gathered in the sky also intuitively mean that the flame atmosphere here became 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 step by step.

The old man in his seventies is not like the old man in Tokyo, an island country, who can still have spare money in his seventies and spend time on the place of love. The long-term physical work and physical illness make the old man's back bent and hunched, and his eyes are so turbid that he can hardly see anything clearly.

As if it were natural, poverty and the queen were together. This poor old man had no descendants and would be alone when he died.

"Click and click." He walked through the bridge with barefoot until his muddy eyes seemed to see the light when he stepped onto the Golden Light Bridge.

"Strange, when did this bridge change?"

He muttered in local language that outsiders could not understand, and the blind old man continued to walk slowly. When he was young, he must have been a strong young man who could take one and a half meters in one step, but now he can only move in small steps. He doesn't know how long it takes to walk to pass the river that is not very wide.

"Do you think you have crossed the river with everyone here? Are they all safe?" Muke's eyes turned as the old man walked. "In the heart of Megalaya, the towns, forests, and tribes, there are thousands of people who have not set off. Some are unaware of it, and some are willing to die. Don't you want to help these people? Or have you abandoned them?"

"Of course, only one of the ten old men will migrate and survive like him, and more of them will not be able to move. Can you save ten thousand people who cross the river? Can you save one million people?"

"It's one to save one." Sanzang's belief was firm. He knew that he could not save everyone. Not to mention him, even the government could not do it in a hurry.

However, he had never considered everyone in San Cang's consideration, so he only wanted a clear conscience.

"Silly." This was the second time Muke cursed this. His breathless voice scared the old man on the bridge almost fell to the ground.

Seeing that everyone had crossed the river, the flying formation in the sky also responded, aiming the destructive weapons at the bridgehead, ready to attack the strange Muk on the ground at any time, but the premise was that after Muk and the monk separated, the devout pilots did not dare to attack the San Burial, which showed a miracle.

"It is because of the hypocrites like you who seem positive but are actually negative, that the injustice and darkness in this world continue to flow."

"..." Sanzang didn't want to argue with him. He knew that he was just a stupid monk, and his words were never his strengths. "The little monk doesn't understand what you mean."

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

"I don't know." Sanzang shook his head. Not to mention the tree bridge, he even knew about Megalaya not long ago.

"A long time ago, it was a primitive tribe that was isolated from the world. Neither East or South Asian civilizations radiated to the primitive residents living here. There was no developed handicraft industry, let alone architectural knowledge. However, the local rainfall was abundant and the river network was densely populated, such as some rivers that had to be built to pass through. "Muk was like a folklorist, telling the local story, "and the locals came up with clever bridges."

"Tree Bridge?"

"Yes, there are rubber trees and fig trees with developed root systems here. Smart indigenous people will plant seedlings of trees on both sides of the river. After the roots sprout, they will wrap around the bamboos on the river channel. The roots continue to grow to the other end. After years of this, a tree bridge is completed. Cross the river channel and is strong and stable. As long as the trees are immortal, the tree bridge will always exist."

"The oldest tree bridge has been in use for more than five hundred years."

"This is really the wisdom of mankind." Sanzang couldn't help but exclaim for this clever method. This philosophy of survival that adapts to local conditions is the most powerful weapon developed by mankind.

"Human wisdom?" Muke sneered, "Yes, to the outside world, this is really human wisdom, the art of the locals. Tree bridges are like scenes in a fantasy world. They want this situation to exist all the time. In this way, those who come from the outside civilized society and enjoy the concrete bridge can look at the local area with a high-level perspective. This curiosity makes them want to be behind and stay behind forever. It is best not to have any concrete bridges in the local area, as they are all tree bridges."

"You are extreme."

"Maybe it's a bit extreme."

"But I'm not talking about this." Muke is not a native native in terms of height and skin color. "It's too slow to build a small bridge that can only be passed by people for more than ten years. It's too slow. This is the time of a generation... Ten years are enough for external civilization to create a thousand small bridges with the same functions."

"This is exactly what this country is now. It uses the old method of planting tree bridges countless years ago to reform the vast territory. How long does it take to cut off the lesions in this huge country? One generation? One century? Two centuries?"

Sanzang remained silent. These questions were too profound and beyond the scope of Buddhism he learned. However, just passing through the wet and poisonous land quickly made him feel that this place was deeply different from the island country. It was not the superficial city streets, but the spiritual outlook between people and the ubiquitous distinction between noble and humble.

"This is not just a waste of time. You know how many people will continue to suffer from the unfair and dark society's bullying and torture, countless untouchables, children of untouchables, descendants of untouchables, and the longer the reform time, the more untouchables will suffer from this unfair and untouchables."

"So what do you want to tell me?" Sanzang looked at Muke standing in front of him with a familiar look, as if he was looking at himself, but not like himself.

The old man walking slowly finally crossed the bridge.

The originally dazzling bridge extinguished instantly, turning into starlight and dissipating in the twilight.

"Sacrificing the interests of a small number of people and accelerating the entire process, some people may suffer great pain, but compared to the entire nation, the country will sink for a hundred years." A light rose behind Muke, not a dazzling light, but a matte black light, which wanted to blend with the twilight, "froze the entire land with pain and danger, and time is not waiting for me."

Muke's face was extremely ferocious. He felt a surging force suddenly appear. Even if it was to transmit electricity across thousands of miles, it would require wires and other objects. However, the sudden power gushed out ignored the medium, and only extraordinary power could explain it.

Seizure!

"This country has been lacking blood since its inception. The cowardly established method has made everyone lack blood baptism, so deep-rooted backward things still exist, and the darkness that should have died long before entering modern society is still full of vitality."

Chakra was as vast as the sea, spurting out from Muk's orifices. His body could not withstand such a massive accumulation of chakra.

This damn evil god! Muke's eyelids are covered with bloodshot, like the developed root system of a rubber tree.

"So I have changed, I want to change these things, but you shouldn't have come to stop them. You can save ten thousand people, but let one billion people continue to sink. I sacrificed one million people to awaken one billion people. Your Dharma is outdated!"

Gripping his teeth and enduring the pain in his body, Muk roared loudly at the sky.
Chapter completed!