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Avalokitesvara with Eight Thousand Arms: "..."

Eight Thousand Hands Avalokitesvara: "?"

What does can't cut mean?

Eight Thousand Hands Rescue Avalokitesvara faintly felt that her hard work might be in vain, but she still tried to struggle.

Suppressing the trembling caused by the burning, she tried her best to show a pure and kind appearance that could not ignore the pain of others because of her own pain. Even if she was in a dire situation, she still couldn't help caring for others.

"What are you from Hong Kong?" It's because the accent is easy to play, "Are you angry?"

Fortunately, Ren Feiguang was considered a local, so he didn't fail to understand.

The focus of the well-dressed man's eyes was barely fixed a little bit. Although he still lost his sharpness as a swordsman, at least it was not as obvious as before.

"I'm fine." After many years in Jiange, Ren Feiguang's accent has long been changed, and he is used to speaking official Chinese.

Although the one who was worried about him was just a yellow-haired girl, or a yellow-haired girl who was crying all the time, but Ren Feiguang heard the worry, and subconsciously answered, "I'm just..."

I was a little shaken in my own thinking.

But for a swordsman, only the heart can never be shaken.

***

Leaving Lujiapo quickly, Ren Feiguang, who suddenly found the meaning of his life, first set a small goal that he could achieve, which was to cut all the way from Lujiapo to Queyue City.

Lujiapo was in the southwest of Qieyue City. He walked northeast along the avenue, lifted all the way, and halfway through, he saw Huanghua Bridge to the east.

Chuzhou and Ezhou used to be a land of fish and rice with dense water networks, but over thousands of years, Yunmengze has gradually shrunk, and some rivers have dried up and withered. Only when the floods flood, can we find traces of their existence.

The stone arch bridge named Huanghua Bridge also disappeared on the land in the same way the river it crossed in the past.So later the stone arch bridge was demolished, and Huanghua Bridge became the name of a village west of Keqiao.

Back then when Ren Feiguang left Ezhou to go to Jiange with others, he also took this avenue to go to Queyue City first, and also passed the Huanghua Bridge.But when he stopped at this moment, it wasn't because he suddenly wanted to revisit the old place, but because he saw a group of people coming out of the village driving ox carts and donkey carts, beating gongs and drums.

There are two archways at the gate of the village, and behind the archways is a large flat land carefully repaired by the villagers.

Now on this large flat land, there are many villagers standing, mostly men and some women, but there are no children, and there are only two elderly people.

They supported each other and watched the convoy go away.

Bull carts and donkey carts are all open-top carts with two wheels. The swollen sacks are piled up on the carts into mountains, pressing the wheels deeply into the ground, leaving obvious ruts.

These burlap bags were all tied tightly, and there was not a single tear after careful inspection.Only a few sacks were open, filled with pointed yellow-orange-orange rice, shining like gold in the sun.

In this current world, in some eyes, such a handful of rice may be more precious than a handful of gold.

There was a man sitting on a cart, with his hand reaching into the yellow-orange rice, grabbing a handful and letting go, feeling the fullness of the hand, the corners of his crooked eyes shone with happiness, and he appeared to be in a good mood.But standing under the archway and watching the motorcade go away, the villagers were surrounded by gloomy clouds, which even the afternoon sun could not dispel.

Ren Feiguang glanced from a distance, then changed direction and walked towards Huanghua Bridge.

He slowed down, no longer used light tactics, and passed by the convoy that was going in the opposite direction to turn onto the road like an ordinary person.

The man on the cart fastened his sack full of rice in his arms again, whether it was him, the coachman or the guards who followed, they all looked at Ren Feiguang with undisguised vigilance.

Compared with Wu Zhu's always conspicuous attire, scholars and martial arts practitioners always imitate the attire of scribes and swordsmen in the palace, Ren Feiguang's appearance in strong attire with a sword on his waist is unremarkable.

But he is tall, and he was raised by eating meat after entering the Jiange.The short stature of the convoy guards made them feel particularly threatened.

Especially when Ren Feiguang looked at them, the sensitive guards all shivered.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything, and when the two sides passed each other, several drivers in the convoy immediately waved their whips and speeded up.

The jingling of horse bells went away, Ren Feiguang glanced back, stepped a little faster, and quickly walked to the archway.

There were already cries.

After the convoy left, more people came out from every house.Most of the people who came back were women and young children, just like the men standing under the archway, they were all sallow and emaciated.

They supported their respective men, with their children in their arms and behind their backs. The husband and wife looked at each other, and at the convoy going away, with tears in their eyes.

To put it bluntly, it is to watch God enjoy the meal, but at least on both sides of the Xiangjiang River, the weather has been smooth for decades, and droughts and floods are rare.

But under such favorable conditions, no matter how hard the farmers work, there are still fewer and fewer things that can be grown in the fields.And this less and less harvest, what can fall into their own hands, is only as small as a little finger.

"Old man," Ren Feiguang found the old man in the crowd who had been standing at the front, leaning on crutches, and asked, "Did the government come to collect the grain just now?"

"How could the government come to the village to collect grain?" The old man poked the ground aggressively and sighed, and replied, "It was us who sent it to the city, and the grain sales team came to the door. Hey, I paid it back." So much is still not enough to pay off, this interest rate is really... you?"

The old man finally found out that Ren Feiguang was not from his village. Hearing this, the swordsman lowered his head and glanced at his attire, making sure there was nothing impolite, and then replied:

"The boy is a disciple of Jiange. I heard that moneylenders are rampant in this place, and countless families have been ruined. I came here specially, dare to ask—"

He clenched his sword tightly, raised his voice, and said seriously:

"——If you are forced by usurious debts and have to hand over money and food, do you need me to cut off the debt?"

There was a sudden silence under the archway.

The eyes of men, women and children cast over.

Ren Feiguang repeated sincerely:

"Do you need it?"

The ignorant child whimpered, breaking through the inexplicable and strange atmosphere at the moment.

The old man standing at the front blurred his vision, his beard shook, and he stomped on his crutches.

He shouted: "Get out!"

This was an unexpected reaction from Ren Feiguang.

It should be that these people don't understand what "cut off the debt" means. Ren Feiguang is still relatively calm at the moment, trying to explain:

"As long as I cut it off, what will disappear is not only the deed that remembers the debt, but also the memory. Neither the creditor nor the person who handled it will remember the debt. You don't have to worry about them finding out that they haven't received the debt and turning it back to you for it.

"I did it very quickly. Now that the chopping is over, you still have time to get back the grain that was taken by the grain sales team."

After he finished speaking, someone in the crowd whispered:

"I won't remember, isn't that..."

The speaker didn't finish his sentence, but Ren Feiguang felt that the eyes of the villagers of Huanghuaqiao changed.

But that wasn't the enthusiasm of knowing that they could get back their own food. They stared at the swordsman with a look of ferocity mixed with fear.

Another farmer said:

"roll."

"?"

Ren Feiguang didn't understand.

What he wants to do is a good thing anyway, right?Wouldn't it be nice to get back the food without owing so much debt?Could it be that the people at Huanghua Bridge still didn't understand?

Ren Feiguang tried to take a step forward.

With a swipe, a crutch hit his head.

"Get out! Get out! Our Huanghua Bridge doesn't need you to cut off any debts!"

When the old man shouted, Ren Feiguang turned his head to avoid the swinging cane.At this time, other villagers also started to move, and several younger farmers rushed over to push Ren Feiguang out.

With Ren Feiguang's mastery, he wouldn't be afraid of this.

But if he had stood still, the villagers who had pushed him would have been injured.

Ren Feiguang took a few steps back helplessly, and found that the person who pushed him was fine, so he rushed up eagerly, as if planning to unite everyone's efforts to drive him far away from the village.

The old man on crutches took a trembling step forward, and immediately a woman supported him.

It is not easy to distinguish what the old man is saying among the countless shouting and shouting voices.

Trying not to hurt the villagers, Ren Feiguang listened attentively.

"...The fields with a radius of hundreds of miles are all owned by...the family. If you don't borrow grain from the grain transport team, you won't even be able to share a piece of land for farming. If you don't borrow grain from the grain transport team, you won't be able to share the cattle farming. No good plows and iron hoes...you don't borrow food from the grain transport team, and you don't let the canals release water...you want to cut off your debts? You want to kill dozens of people in my Huanghuaqiao!

"Get out! Get out! It doesn't matter which pavilion or faction you belong to, if you dare to beheaded... if you dare to beheaded, you will die!"

Ren Feiguang's eyes widened.

The old man's words coincided with the few shouts he remembered most.

The door was kicked open with a bang, and the wind in the middle of the night swept the snow into the cold hall.

The woman with bruised cheeks hugged a man's leg and cried, "Grandpa, my lord, don't go, please, don't go gambling, the money you owed in the casino before, the interest has already been paid." I can't afford to roll back home.

"Please, you are not betting on money, you are betting on our lives!"

The man withdrew his foot kicking the door, and kicked the woman's arm with his second kick.

Ren Feiguang heard the sound of bones breaking.

The screaming woman let go of her hand, and the man strode out the door without looking back.

All that remains is the cry of the woman:

"Master, don't borrow money even if you gamble, please, don't borrow money to gamble... If you borrow money, if you borrow money to gamble—"

The shouts suddenly became vicious.

"—Borrow money, borrow usury, then you will die!"

It seemed blood was covering his eyes, Ren Feiguang gasped, staggered, turned and ran away against the stones, cow dung, and rotten sandals thrown at him.

While running, countless thoughts surfaced in his mind.

……what happened?How is this going?

Has the world turned its head?Is it a good job to be in debt?

There must be something wrong, can't live without debt?

Cut usury?

Usury debt can not be cut?

The shake is only for a moment, but even a little doubt, the heart sword will become dull.

If he was still in the Jiange, Ren Feiguang should go to the teacher for advice now.But this is Ezhou, with a radius of hundreds of miles. Except for him, every real swordsman...

Wait, there are swordsmen with a higher realm than him nearby.

Ren Feiguang finally recovered.

Looking at the thin little girl in front of him, he froze for a moment, then grabbed her hand suddenly.

"Go," he said loudly, "I'll take you to Senior Brother Cui Wei!"

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