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Chapter 154 Black-skinned wild boar, deep mountain temple

Watching the emperor leave the palace, the old face of the retired emperor gradually became solemn.

He was lying on the bed unable to move, but now his body was covered with pig hair and he became more agile. He got on all fours, opened a secret door and went in, then ran wildly in the secret passage. He didn't know how long he ran, but suddenly he heard the sound of running water, pushed open the door and went out, but he had already arrived in the deep mountains outside the city.

The mountains are covered with lush trees, rugged rocks and steep cliffs.

Looking closely, there is not a single road here, which shows that it was a sparsely populated place in the past.

There is a temple on the top of the mountain, which is looming and hidden in the dense forest.

The black-skinned wild boar got on all fours and ran madly up to the temple. He pushed open the door and walked into the magnificent temple, where a group of monks were chanting sutras, and all around him were bald nuns with graceful figures wearing thin pink robes.

The black-skinned wild boar just glanced at them. These pretty nuns did not interest him at all. In the past, Daqing had to rob women if he wanted them, but now he has to rely on others to send them to him. Although the quality is getting higher and higher, the ones sent to him are not as interesting as the ones he robbed.

The black-skinned wild boar quietly came to a small courtyard. After a while, an old monk with white hair and beard came into the courtyard. The old monk had a compassionate look on his face and asked, "Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

The black-skinned wild boar sat on the futon and spoke in human language: "Master Tulai, have you heard about the demon who just appeared?"

The old monk sat opposite him. Although he called out "Your Majesty", his eyes showed no respect at all. He looked up and down at the wild boar skin in front of him, and felt a foul odor. The hairs on the wild boar stood up hard, like sharp steel nails. Although the wild boar was sitting on the cushion in human form, the old monk's eyes showed a trace of disgust: "Your Majesty, Daqing is the master of the world. Just send an army to capture this monster. Do you need me to take action?"

The wild boar-skinned pig-faced man said respectfully: "Even so, once the army moves, the world will inevitably be in turmoil. If it succeeds, it will be fine. If it fails and the monster escapes, I'm afraid Daqing will not be stable. Master, you don't want Daqing to be overthrown, right?"

"Hehe, you are so brave that you dare to threaten me." The old monk laughed, and there was more disgust in his eyes: "You, the pig demon clan, were originally livestock in the army of the previous dynasty. You were enslaved and had no freedom. You had no control over your life and death. I and others felt sorry for you, and based on the idea that God has the virtue of loving life, let you combine with humans and become pig-men. After you get rid of your demonic aura, you are qualified to contact humans and compete for the opportunity of the world. You are not grateful, and you dare to threaten me."

Wild Boar Skin lowered his head and said, "Daqing has always been grateful for the master's help. We pigs have conquered the world and have also given a lot back to the master. If there were no pigs like us to serve you, how could the master and other seniors live freely in the world?"

The old monk's face turned cold, and his eyes looked down at the black-skinned wild boar like a god from above. The black-skinned wild boar felt his mind waver, and a great fear arose from his heart. He lowered his eyebrows and became more submissive, but the hair on his body stood up because of nervousness, and in an instant the whole pig body turned into a hedgehog.

The old monk spoke in a cold tone, looking superior and emotionless: "I feel sorry for you, so I gave you wealth and honor. You are indeed evil beasts, only knowing how to kill and destroy, and have no idea how to govern. You have been in power for a long time, but the people are still living in misery, and culture and education are not flourishing. Do you need me to help you speak out about the filth in it?"

Although the black-skinned wild boar was terrified, he did not lose his composure. He just explained, "We pigs have a small population. How can we bully the strong without killing? It's not that I don't want to govern well. We pigs came to the pass to be the superiors. Do we have to work so hard just to feed the peasants? Besides, Daqing has always had enough supply for the mage. Whether the world is good or bad, it will not affect the mage's practice."

The old monk's face darkened and he looked at the wild boar skin deeply. The wild boar skin was frightened but showed no fear. The old monk knew that the black wild boar was determined, so he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will naturally send someone to take action. But your majesty, Daqing has seized the world for a long time, so it is better to work hard to govern the country. Only in this way can we have long-term peace and stability."

Wild Boar Skin chuckled: "I understand, Master, don't worry, I have experience. After the chaos, there will be fewer people, and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe, and the emperor will be in power."

Say it.

The wild boar turned around, twisted its black pig butt, and walked away quickly with four hooves. Because the monks were no longer chanting, the black wild boar had to crawl out of the empty dog ​​hole to avoid the human figure.

After leaving the temple, the black wild boar stood in the forest and looked back, with a hint of resentment and helplessness in his eyes.

Back then, the pigmen were originally pig demons. Because of their thick skin and strong strength, they were enslaved by the previous dynasty and cultivated land in the white mountains and black waters, and were used as cattle and horses for meat. But later, a group of wizards came and conducted an experiment. They let the sows of their tribe mate with the male criminals who were exiled. After several generations, pigmen were finally born. The pigs gradually became smarter and knew what enjoyment was, and understood what wealth and power were.

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Since then, the pigmen were no longer rejected by the fate of humanity, and could easily come into contact with humans and live in places where humans gathered. In addition, with their thick skin and flesh, and their physique that was neither human nor demon, they gradually dominated the battlefield and had their own power, which was the fundamental reason why they could dominate the world.

However, there were too few pigmen, and they were not very intelligent, just like wild beasts. After continuous transformation over the years, their bodies became more and more like humans, and their brains gradually became more useful, but the population could not increase too much.

Because they were originally pigmen, after generations of transformation, the characteristics of pig demons continued to degenerate, but the integration was not very good, and they often died. As for the increase in population, the pigmen also put a lot of thought into it.

Unfortunately, the effect is not significant.

In addition, the Pig People's physique has begun to degenerate in recent years, and they can no longer be invincible on the battlefield. Many of the Pig People's descendants are unable to draw bows and shoot arrows. This makes the princes and nobles among the Pig People feel panic, thinking that their bloodline is degenerating and their country is unstable. Therefore, they are not very willing to combine with humans, and are only willing to combine with Pig People to ensure the purity of their bloodline.

This decision not only did not bring good results, but also activated the bloodline of the pigmen, causing the pigmen's appearance and brain to transform into pig demons. The emperor knew that this was wrong. If they combined with humans, they would really become humans after a few generations. At that time, if they worked hard to govern the country, they might be able to become the true monarch of the human race and no longer be wild boars. However, there were many unruly pigmen, and the pigmen's brains were not very useful, so he could not have the final say. Therefore, there has been no significant progress in promoting the combination with humans.

"After killing that monster, we should really work hard to govern the country for a while. At least we should make those people think about it and stop causing trouble. When the older generation of pigmen are all dead, the new generation will have no prestige."

"We can gradually promote integration with humans, and then there will be no difference between pigs and humans."

"Even if Daqing falls, the Pigman bloodline is still spread all over the world and will not die out. If an opportunity comes one day, perhaps the Pigman bloodline will have a chance to regroup."

Wild Boar Skin muttered, turned around and walked into the tunnel. He was the last generation of the Pig People's patriarch, and everything he thought about was for the Pig People's consideration. As for the Nine Provinces, although it gave him supreme power and wealth, the Black Boar Skin did not put it first in his heart.

After all, these were stolen things, so I won’t take them seriously when using them.

Those who often clean the sewers know one thing: the experience of cleaning someone else's sewer is naturally different from that of cleaning your own. At least in your own home, it will be much gentler.

The black-skinned wild boar was not worried that the world would be in chaos. Even if there was chaos, if he killed more people and eliminated the source of cholera, the world would be peaceful again. With fewer people, food would be enough to feed everyone. How could the peasants rebel if they were well fed and well-dressed?

Otherwise, how could they be called holy kings after entering the pass? It was because too many people died, so the rest didn't have to starve to death. The reason was really too simple.

What he was worried about was that if the world remained in chaos for too long, the population would move around, ideas would collide, and those peasants would start to think for themselves, which would be troublesome.

The wild boar skin returned to the palace and turned into an old man with white hair and beard again, lying motionless on the bed.

He looked at the roof with a sad look in his eyes: "These old monks are living a carefree life. What does it matter if I have all the wealth in the world? The long life of the monsters has disappeared from me in the end."

He was unwilling in his heart. There was great terror between life and death. How could he be willing to die when he held power?

But he had no choice but to accept it. His ancestors also became monks when they were old, but unfortunately they never found the secret of the old monks. Otherwise, he, the pig man, would also be able to master the secret of immortality.

Thinking of this, the black-skinned wild boar was both annoyed and entangled. Pig demons have a long lifespan, but they have no wisdom, are like wild beasts, and cannot enjoy wealth and glory. As a pig man, he became an emperor, with wealth and glory, countless beauties, but he could not live long, which was disappointing.

You can't have both in this world.

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Ji Yang didn't know that in the capital, the emperor and the emperor emeritus were hiring people to deal with him.

He took Aunt Xue through mountains and rivers, relying on forests and walking in the wilderness. But to Ji Yang's disappointment, he did not encounter any monsters.

The moment he saw Fu Kang'an transform, Ji Yang knew that demons really existed in this world. As for why he didn't see them normally, it was probably because demons existed in specific places. So Ji Yang walked along the forests and occasionally went into the mountains to look for them.

But the demons seemed to not exist, and he did not encounter any traces of demons.

Ji Yang's long journey of practice was also completely completed. A three-inch green light flickered between his eyebrows. Each light spot represented a book, Ji Yang's experience, and Ji Yang's insights and opinions along the way.

But for the next step of cultivation, Ji Yang still had no idea, no understanding. It was not easy to open up a path of cultivation. It was not easy for Ji Yang to get to where he was now.

Ji Yang wondered in his heart whether he should look for the martial arts secrets of this world, or study the Taoist or Buddhist practice methods.

Or maybe you can exchange knowledge with some great scholars, and maybe you can learn from them.

Thinking of this, a three-inch green light between Ji Yang's eyebrows suddenly jumped. He raised his head in surprise and saw a small town appearing in front of him.

Ji Yang raised his foot and walked straight over.

(End of this chapter)