The Nameless of the Common Clans

It was past noon, and the farm work in the field had been done. Chen Mo stood still as usual, holding a long stick to practice calligraphy and reciting the Analects taught by his mother today.

The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced "immortal" made Chen Mo very uncomfortable in the morning. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he was very repulsive, especially the fierce look in his eyes later, which really didn't look like an immortal at all.

"Er Gou, the immortals have started to preach, why don't you go!" Da Lang rushed through the ridges again, not forgetting to turn back and remind Chen Mo.

"Oh." Chen Mo agreed, hesitated for a moment, and followed them. After all, the bewitching skill was still very attractive to Chen Mo. Although he didn't know what the skill was used for, as long as the number was increased in the future, the immortal would give him more relevant knowledge, and he would know it at that time.

Before that, it's better to listen more.

After putting away the farm tools and carrying the backpack, Chen Mo hurried back with the hoe, to the place where he preached yesterday. However, when Chen Mo came over, he was stopped.

"You can't go over there." The man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks looked at Chen Mo and grinned.

"Why?" Chen Mo straightened his chest and frowned at the other party.

"Yesterday I saw that you looked different, and you must not be a believer of my Taiping Sect." The man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks laughed: "And I heard today that you don't look like a good person. The villagers asked you for help and asked for money from them!"

"Tenant farmers have to pay for farming, right? Why can't I accept it?" Chen Mo looked at the man and asked puzzledly.

"The doctrine of our Taiping Sect is to help each other, free of charge." The man didn't expect that the child would have the courage to talk back, and couldn't help frowning.

"How can I know your doctrine if you don't let me listen?" Chen Mo saw the villagers gathered around him, and he became bolder and louder: "Besides, even if I don't listen, I have to go home and pass through here. What? Is your Taiping doctrine to cut off people's way home?"

The man was a little embarrassed, and said with a gloomy face: "You little boy, you are so slippery at such a young age, you will be a disaster in the world in the future."

Chen Mo took a step back, tightened his hoe, looked at the other party and said: "Since you Taiping sect says that everyone is equal, let's not talk about whether I am slippery or not. There are thousands of people in this world, and each one is different. Before everyone is equal, do we have to separate people first? What is the meaning of this equality?"

"You little thief! You want to be beaten!" The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man just didn't like Chen Mo and wanted to embarrass him. Who would have thought that this child would talk so much at such a young age? He was irritable and raised his hand to hit him when he heard it.

"Pa~" As soon as he raised his hand, he was grabbed by someone.

Uncle Wang, Uncle Cai and others came over, looked at each other and said, "How can you, a strong man, fight with a child?"

They were all hunters, born strong and powerful. Although they had no intention of fighting, just standing here, there was an invisible sense of oppression. The man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks subconsciously took a step back, and felt a little embarrassed. He walked forward and said angrily, "This kid is talking nonsense and slandering my doctrine!"

"So what?" Uncle Wang glared.

"You..." The man was so choked by Uncle Wang's words that he couldn't breathe. But seeing that Uncle Wang and others were burly, he really didn't dare to fight, but if he admitted his weakness like this, he couldn't save face, and the situation was a little awkward.

"Er Gou!" Uncle Wang touched Chen Mo's head, grinned and said, "Have you been training these days?" He said that but ignored the man and pulled Chen Mo back directly.

"Well, Uncle Wang, I can now stand on the stake for half an hour." Chen Mo said proudly.

"Half an hour?" Uncle Wang looked at Chen Mo in surprise and said, "Come on, let me see if you can still stand?"

"Yes, I stand in the field every day when you are not here. I am used to it. By the way, Uncle Wang, when did you come back?" Chen Mo asked as he walked. Uncle Wang and his friends were gone for more than ten days this time, so Chen Mo was very worried.

"This time, we hunted a vicious tiger, which took a lot of time. We just came back today." Uncle Wang smiled.

"Evil tiger?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Can I take a look?"

"Let's go. It's in the yard. It hasn't been cleaned up yet. It's a good time for you to see it." Uncle Wang smiled.

"Yeah!" Chen Mo nodded fiercely. After this incident, he had no interest in Taiping Dao at all. He followed Uncle Wang into the street, took a look at the scene over there, and then whispered: "Uncle Wang, are these people really gods?"

It seemed that the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man had no confidence in front of Uncle Wang and his men. How could it be possible if they were really gods?

"It's just pretending to be a ghost. If you go out in the future, you won't be so curious if you see more." Uncle Wang glanced back lightly and shook his head and said: "The villagers rarely go out, so they are deceived by them."

"Why don't you expose them?" Chen Mo's original luck was completely gone, and he asked a little frustrated.

"No one will believe it. It's good that you know it. Don't say more. The Taiping Sect has been very powerful in recent years, with believers all over the world. If you can avoid it, then don't provoke it." Uncle Wang sighed. Hunters like them often go to the city to sell animal skins, meat and the like, so they are considered knowledgeable. In addition, they have been living on the edge of a knife for many years, and there are few believers in God. The Taiping Sect's stuff seems a bit absurd to them, but these things that seem absurd to them, ordinary villagers think are like miracles.

Of course, the real Taiping Sect has its own theoretical system. The Taiping Sect doctrine that is now spreading everywhere is quite different from the original Taiping Sect doctrine. As for the original version, people like Uncle Wang cannot possibly come into contact with it, and the part that he has come into contact with is obviously used to fool people.

"Oh." Chen Mo nodded as if he understood, but he didn't ask any more questions, because Uncle Wang wouldn't tell him even if he was sure. What he cares more about now is to see the evil tiger. This kind of thing that only exists in legends for him is obviously more interesting than the doctrine of the Taiping Sect.

He followed Uncle Wang to his uncle's house at a trot, and saw a giant beast crawling in the yard. It was more than a foot long, with messy hair and a lot of dried blood scabs, but it was still very beautiful.

Chen Mo came to the front of the evil tiger, looking at it, and felt that his breathing was a little depressed. Although he knew it was dead, standing in front of the evil tiger, it seemed that there was an invisible force around him that made his legs weak.

"Are you scared?" Uncle Wang came up from behind, looked at Chen Mo like this, and smiled.

"No!" Chen Mo subconsciously straightened his chest.

"Then you practice standing still in front of him." Uncle Wang smiled.

"Okay... okay..." Chen Mo didn't have much confidence, but he didn't want to admit defeat. He could only step back two steps and pretend to stand still. His eyes closed subconsciously, not daring to look at the evil tiger, but after a while, he couldn't help but open his eyes to look. This scene was a little funny in Uncle Wang's eyes. He shook his head and went to the house to get a knife. Today, he had to cut off the tiger skin completely. This is the most valuable.

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