The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

The old man, Awang, was highly respected among the serfs, and his words immediately drew everyone's attention. Many people began to whisper among themselves.

"There's a fire over there, and it's quite big. I've been trying to figure out where the fire started. Now that you mention it, I really do remember. That area is indeed where the Mo family lives, and there are no other residents around there!"

"Have you been there?"

“I have been there! Once, the Mo family was short-handed to move goods, so they asked our head of the family for help. A total of thirty people were sent to help, and I was one of them.”

"So, what the monk said was all true?"

"pretty close!"

The excitement on their faces gradually became uncontrollable. "If that's really the case, then we'll truly be free!"

"Yes! With the six great families gone, no one will conscript us anymore!"

A hoarse voice rang out: "Don't be too happy, you lot! Gusiluo is only temporarily away, he's not dead! He'll be back sooner or later! And when he comes back, will he act like nothing happened?" It was Old Man Haba. He was about the same age as Old Man Awang, but most people didn't take him seriously. Because this man had too many flaws: selfish, cowardly, always taking credit and shirking responsibility, and when things went wrong, he only knew how to shift blame—he had absolutely no sense of accountability!

Old Man Awang's prestige was truly well-deserved! He often stood up for others and took the whipping for them many times! His body covered in scars was the best proof of that!

"What should we do then?" Gesang, the Tibetan youth, asked with some panic. He didn't want to escape one danger only to fall into another.
Old Man Awang suddenly said, “Haba! Before, everyone dared not resist because they had an army and thugs! They had scimitars, bows and arrows, and armor! While we were unarmed! They were well-trained, while we were a disorganized mob! So we could only accept this unjust fate! But now, heaven has sent down two angels to save us. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I believe that the six great families will definitely cease to exist! What everyone fears most is that Gusiluo will come back to settle scores with us!”

Haba was furious because Awang had refuted him, and at this moment he seized on the loophole and retorted: "I thought you had something new to say? If Gusiluo comes back to kill us, aren't we all just waiting to die?"

Old Man Awang sneered, "I knew you were up to no good! It's normal for Gusiluo to come back and settle scores! But whether he can come back, whether he can regain power, and even if he does, whether he can rebuild an army to deal with us—all of that is uncertain! Just because of these uncertainties, you want these young people and children to give up resisting? Our lives are already ruined, we don't have much hope left, but they are still young! Do you want our descendants to be slaves for eternity? What are you really up to?" His voice grew louder and louder, and his righteous demeanor made Haba unable to look him in the eye!
Many young people clenched their fists, glaring angrily at Haba! If looks could kill, Haba would have been torn to pieces by now!
Everyone agreed that what Old Man Awang said made sense!
Should these young people give up hope of changing their fate just because of one uncertainty? Should their descendants be slaves for generations to come?

Venerable White Lotus said, "There is a proverb among the Han people of the Central Plains: 'Are emperors and generals born with a special destiny?' It means that slaves can become generals, and commoners can become emperors! No one is born noble, and no one is born lowly! If fate is fair, I will accept it; if fate is unfair, I will defy the heavens!"

Many young people resonated with this sentiment: "Are emperors and generals born with a special destiny? That's so true!"

"Yes! Why is it that my child is born a slave, while their child is born a master?"

"The problem is that my child's child is still a slave, and my grandson's grandson is still a slave! They will never be able to escape!"

"Damn it! Fight!"

The crowd is furious!
Bai Lian smiled and said, "Do you know about the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. They had only known how to work since childhood and didn't even know many words. How could they have heard of the Central Plains dynasties?
Bai Lian said, "Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, was an ordinary person. He was born into an ordinary family and built the Han Dynasty with his own two hands!"

A young man mustered his courage and asked, "Now that Tibet has split into four branches and eight tribes, are they all descendants of the Zanpu (Tibetan king)? If so, why are they killing each other?"

"Yes! If even one of them were a true descendant of the Zanpu, he would have already rallied all the Tibetans to attack the other tribes!"

"This suggests that there are doubts about their identity and lineage!"

"Therefore, it is highly likely that one of them is impersonating royalty!"

"Why can they be kings while we are slaves?" Finally, someone shouted out the fatal question!
"If Qing Tang City cannot tolerate us, then we will rebel! We will kill Gusiluo! We will elect a highly respected person as the Zanpu!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

“Then it’s settled. Take the money and go home. If nothing happens, we’ll all live our lives peacefully. But once Gusiluo returns to the city and starts searching for us, we’ll unite all the serfs and fight them!”

"Okay! It's settled!"

"If we really have to fight a war, we can't do it without someone to lead the way! I recommend Old Man Awang to be our great general!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

Almost everyone agreed!
Bai Lian was also somewhat surprised that things had developed to this point!
Originally, we just wanted them to take the money and leave, but we never expected that not only did they dare to take the money, they even dared to talk about rebellion! They even elected their own general! It's simply unbelievable!

More than two hundred people quickly left the Wei family manor with their share of the loot. The guards, bodyguards, and thugs did not leave.

They didn't leave, not because Bai Lian forced them to stay, but because they dared not leave on their own! The consequences of deserting their posts would be the same as those rebellious slaves! Once the head of the family returned and learned that everyone had fled with almost no resistance, he would certainly not let them go!
Even if the head of the Wei family doesn't return, the other families won't let them off the hook!
Even if all five other major families were to die out, the noble families and powerful clans of other tribes would not accept them! This is the tradition and rule of social stratification that has been in place for thousands of years!
If they cannot be taken in by these nobles, they will lose their status and protection, and are very likely to be captured by other great lords and made into serfs!

Reality is cruel! If you don't have noble blood, you have to strive to become a vassal of the nobility, otherwise you will become an ant, enslaved by others, and never be able to rise up!

To become a free and unfettered commoner is absolutely impossible!
Therefore, they have no other choice but to wait for fate to decide their future—where they go depends on the white-robed monk's will!
Bai Lian asked, "Young Master, what should we do with these people?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I would like to trouble you, Venerable One, to ask them if they still intend to rely on the nobles and act as their henchmen in the future?"

Bai Lian said, "Okay, I'll ask."

He asked the middle-aged butler, "What are your plans for the future?"

The butler thought for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "What other plans can we have? We can only wait for the head of the family to return!"

"What if your family never comes back?"

"I'll stay here the whole time!"

"I'm going to burn this place down in a bit. It will become a wasteland. Are you sure you want to stay here in these ruins?"

"This..." The steward hesitated, "Isn't it unnecessary to burn this place down? What if our master doesn't come back?"

Venerable White Lotus's face was grim. "It's necessary! Even if your patriarch doesn't return, it must be burned down! You want to seize this place and become the new patriarch?"

The butler immediately waved his hand: "No way! How could I dare!"

Bai Lian narrowed her eyes into slits: "Even if you don't dare, someone else will! I won't give anyone a chance! I'll burn it all down, eliminate any remaining thoughts, and no one can hold onto it!"

The middle-aged housekeeper immediately felt a pang of heartache!
He had just heard the monk say that his master was very likely not to return, and he was secretly delighted, fantasizing about taking the opportunity to rise to power. He never expected that the monk would extinguish his dream!
His fists were clenched, and his chest was burning with rage!

But they dared not speak out! The other party had just killed someone from a distance with a casual move, and they couldn't outrun him!

He thought to himself: As long as I keep enough gold, I can always rebuild a new manor! A year later, a brand new building will rise up here, and these Han people will not be able to return!

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Master, if you burn this place down, we will be homeless. Could you give us more gold?"

Venerable White Lotus asked Feng Jiuxiao, "Young Master, this fellow heard that I'm going to burn this place down, and said he has nowhere to go and wants a bigger share of the gold!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "His desire for more gold isn't simply about greed for that little bit of money; he wants to rebuild the manor!"

Bai Lian was taken aback: "He's quite ambitious! What should we do with them?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "We can't kill them now! After all, they are surrenderers! Killing surrenderers is an ominous sign!"

Bai Lian said, "Are we just going to let them go like this? Wouldn't that be letting them off too easily?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "I only said that killing those who surrender is unlucky, I didn't say to let them go!"

Bai Lian was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I understand!"

He suddenly pointed a finger into the air, striking the steward in the chest, and then the other guards and servants!
The butler suddenly felt his whole body go limp, and he could no longer muster any strength!
Bai Lian said, "I have used my unique technique to press your Tanzhong acupoints. Whenever you make any big movements, your blood flow will increase, and your heart will work overtime until it ruptures!"

The butler wondered to himself: Is what he said true?

Feng Jiuxiao said, "He's doubting your abilities!"

Bai Lian was taken aback, then sneered, "He actually doubts me! Since that's the case, then let him go with the wind and lose everything! Not only will he get no gold, but he won't get any of the other valuables either!"

Trying to get a bargain? No way! (End of Chapter)