Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

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

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

The sky had already darkened, and the Jinguang Bridge was particularly conspicuous in the dimness of the evening. After shooting it and posting it on the Internet, it will definitely be another extraordinary video with a lot of hits.

However, the network in Meghalaya has been cut off, not to mention the Golden Light Bridge, even the video of the giant Buddha yesterday has not been uploaded to the network.

"Then you have to wait for them all to cross the river?" Mu Ke carefully looked at the three-buried monk. If you look at it at first glance, you will think that the monk's face is covered with dust, but if you look closely, you can see the bumps on his face. It is like being burned out by fire, and to survive such a severe fire, is this extraordinary power?

San Zan finally opened his eyes, he looked at Mu Ke calmly, and sensed the ominous aura emanating from the fair-skinned wet poisonous man in front of him.

Ordinary people definitely can't sense the smell of Muck, but Sanbuan's mind feels like being pricked by a needle. Is the terrifying underground existence turned into a human form?

Moreover, this ominous atmosphere is still gradually rising, and the do not want to exist in front of him is accumulating his strength little by little, as if he is constantly dispatching troops and setting up positions before the war, the more he delays, the worse it will be for him.

"Yes."

As the situation ebbs and flows, the monk's strength is weakened in a disguised form. It would be in his best interest to fight at this time, but the passers-by who are preparing to cross the river will be unlucky.

Once the extraordinary battle starts, no one can resist the slight aftermath of the battle, and dozens of hundreds of people will die with a wave of their hands.

"Stupid." Muke suspected that this guy with a strange accent was not a poisonous person, he was also a well-informed elite, and he always felt that the monk's accent was familiar. Is the savior, who can take on the heavy responsibility of saving everyone?"

The crowd passed quickly, and the old cow dragged the cart on the bridge with difficulty, and the passers-by also yelled to help push the cart behind. Having a farm cattle in the local area is considered a low asset.

Someone noticed the two people facing each other at the bridgehead, and the atmosphere was strangely suffocating. They didn't dare to step forward to interfere, and passed quickly after kowtowing.

"..."

The flow of people is like weaving, walking 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 every step.

The old man with dampness is not like the old man in Tokyo, an island country, who is over 70 years old and still has spare money and energy to go to romantic places. Long-term physical labor and physical diseases have made the back of this old man bent and bent, and his eyes are so cloudy that he can hardly see Can't figure out anything.

And as it should be taken for granted, poverty and extinction go together, and this poor old man has no offspring, and will be alone when he dies.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta." He walked barefoot across the bridge, until his cloudy eyes seemed to see the light when he stepped onto the golden light bridge.

"Strange, when did this bridge change?"

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

"Do you think you have crossed the river with everyone here? Are they all safe?" Muke's eyes rolled as the old man walked, "In the hinterland of Meghalaya heading south, towns, forests , There are still tens of thousands of people in the tribe who have not left, some of them don’t know about it, and some are willing to die, don’t you want to help these people? Or do you want to abandon them?”

"Of ten old people, maybe only one can migrate like him to survive, and most of them can't move. If you can save 10,000 people who cross the river, can that save a million people?"

"If you can save one, you are one." San Zan has a firm belief, he knows that he can't save everyone, let alone him, even the Shidu government can't do it in a hurry.

But saving everyone has never been in the consideration of the third burial, he only wants a clear conscience.

"Stupid." This was the second time Muck scolded this, and the old man on the bridge almost fell to the ground in frightened voice.

Seeing that everyone has crossed the river, the flying formations in the sky also responded, aiming their lethal weapons at the bridgehead, ready to attack the weird Muck on the ground at any time, but the premise is that Muck and the monk After the separation, the pious pilots did not dare to attack the three burials who showed miracles.

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

"..." San Zan didn't want to argue with him, he knew he was just a stupid walking monk, words were never his forte, "I don't understand what you mean."

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

"I don't know." Sanzan 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. Neither the civilization of East Asia nor South Asia has radiated to the primitive residents living here. There is no developed handicraft industry, let alone architectural knowledge, but the local precipitation is abundant and the river network is dense. , For example, some rivers are full of water and bridges must be built to pass through.” Muke is like a folklorist, telling local stories, “The locals have come up with ingenious ways to build bridges.”

"Tree bridge?"

"Yes, there are rubber trees and fig trees with well-developed root systems. Smart natives will plant seedlings of trees on both sides of the river. After the roots germinate, they will entangle the bamboos on the river, and the roots will continue to grow to the other end. , After many years, a tree bridge has been completed in this way. Across the river, it is solid and stable, as long as the trees are immortal, the tree bridge will always 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." San Zan couldn't help admiring this ingenious method. This kind of survival philosophy adapted to local conditions is the most powerful weapon developed by human beings.

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

"You are extreme."

"Maybe it's a bit extreme."

"But that's not what I want to talk 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 is really too slow. It’s too slow, it takes one generation... Ten years is enough time for outside civilizations to create a thousand small bridges with the same function.”

"This country is like this now. The old method of planting trees and bridges is used to carry out reforms on a vast land. How long will it take to cut off the disease in this huge country? One generation? One century? Two centuries? "

San Zan was silent, these questions were too profound, beyond the scope of the Buddhist teachings he had studied, but just passing through the wet and poisonous land quickly made him feel the deep difference between this place and the mainland of the island country, not superficial The streets of the city, but the spiritual outlook of people, the ubiquitous distinction between high and low.

"This is not just a waste of time. Do you know how many people will continue to be bullied and tortured by this unfair and dark society during this long reform process? Countless untouchables, children of untouchables, and descendants of untouchables , the longer the reform period, the more victims of this injustice.”

"So what exactly do you want to tell me?" Sanbu looked familiarly at Muke standing in front of him, as if he was looking at himself, but it didn't look like himself.

The old man walking slowly finally crossed the bridge.

The originally bright bridge went out in an instant, turning into a little bit of starlight and dissipating 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 sinking of the entire nation and country for a hundred years." A light rose behind Muke, not Dazzling light, but matte black, light that wants to blend with the twilight, "Whiplash the whole land with pain and distress, time is not waiting for me."

Muck's face was extremely ferocious, and he felt a torrential force suddenly appearing, even if it was to transmit electricity across thousands of miles, it would need wires and other things, but the sudden force ignored the medium, and only extraordinary power could explain it .

Seance!

"This country lacked blood from the beginning of its establishment, and the cowardly way of establishment made everyone lack the baptism of blood, so the deep-rooted backward things still exist, and the darkness that should have disappeared before entering modern society is still full of vitality."

The chakra is as vast as the sea, spurting out from Muke's hundred orifices, and his body can't bear such a large amount of chakra accumulation.

This damn evil god! Muck's eyelids were bloodshot, like the well-developed root system of a rubber tree.

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

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

His body, which was already taller than the locals, also raised a level higher with the roar, and the existence of the "evil god" from thousands of miles away occupied half of his consciousness.