Ming Dynasty: I am truly not the Emperor of Longevity

"Two years later, the village really faced a life-or-death crisis, but it was eventually resolved."

The old woman looked at the evil artifact.

"Many people in the village say that it was the magical artifact left behind by that monk that made a difference, but I don't know if that's true or not."

However, I have kept it enshrined ever since.

The two arrived at the village in the hearse. It was around the same time that he and Zhao Xixian had arrived in Fang County. Two years later, in the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Jiajing reign.

"What happened in the village back then?"

The woman in green pressed for an answer.

Three years ago, several martial arts practitioners were being chased by their enemies and fled into the deep mountains to hide. They ended up in our village.

The old woman sighed deeply.

"At that time, the head of the village was my eldest son. He took them in in order to get some money."

As a result, he not only nearly lost his own life, but also almost cost the lives of dozens of families in the entire village.

"Have the enemies of those martial arts figures found the stronghold?"

The woman in green thought for a moment.

"That's right."

A look of fear crossed the old woman's face.

"Even now, when I think about it, I still feel lingering fear."

That day, dozens of fierce-looking bandits surrounded the village, demanding that we hand over those martial arts practitioners.

The villagers had never seen anything like it before, so they had no choice but to coax and trick them into handing the men over.

We never expected that these damned thieves would not let us go after capturing those few martial arts practitioners.

They gathered everyone in the village together, intending to kill them to silence them. At this point, the adult men in the village finally took up arms to fight back.

However, all of these bandits were skilled in martial arts, and the most capable fighters in the village were just a few hunters who had practiced some rural martial arts.

Not long after the fight began, six or seven young men from the village were cut down, including my eldest son.

At that time, we were really desperate. Many of the women and children, who were being protected by the able-bodied men, were praying to gods and Buddhas. They didn't care about Laozi, the Jade Emperor, Buddha, or Guanyin Bodhisattva. They prayed to all sorts of people.

Some people remembered the words of the monk from back then and began to pray loudly that the magic artifact he left behind would work its magic and protect them from disasters.

Unexpectedly, a miracle actually happened.

"What?!"

The woman in green was taken aback.

The old woman is speaking here today; she must have overcome a difficult time back then.

But in such a desperate situation, what miracle could have enabled them to escape from their predicament?

After entering the village, she had already observed that there were no real martial arts practitioners here. Just as the old woman said, there were at most a few young and strong men who had practiced some rural martial arts.

Even the group he led could easily wipe out this village.

This is why they dared not refuse and agreed to let their people rest in the village for two days.

"Girl, the person who saved us from our desperate situation was someone no one expected."

The old woman glanced at the woman in green.

"In our village, there is a young man who is quite handsome, but unfortunately he is an idiot."

If it weren't for his mother's unwavering protection of him from childhood, he would never have been able to grow up.

About six months before the accident, his condition seemed to have improved somewhat. Although he still didn't understand anything, his eyes were not as dazed as before, and he began to learn to do some things for his mother.

Later on, he was able to go up the mountain to chop firewood and fetch water from the river on his own.

That day, he went to the mountains to chop firewood early in the morning, just in time to avoid the bandits surrounding the stronghold.

I clearly remember that his mother was praying to all the gods and Buddhas to protect her son from ever coming back.

She must have prayed to the wrong deity. The thieves had barely started attacking us when that fool came back carrying a bundle of firewood.

"Is this the fool who saved your village?"

The woman in green looked puzzled.

"These are dozens of skilled martial artists; how did he manage that?"

"At first, everyone in the village, including myself, thought that the fool would soon die at the hands of the bandits."

The old woman sighed deeply.

"He's really stupid. Facing a large group of fierce-looking thieves, he didn't even know fear and just walked straight towards his mother."

The thief was momentarily stunned by him and only realized what was happening after he had let him pass through the encirclement.

However, the fool's good luck came to an end. A thief walked up behind him and stabbed him in the back, the knife coming out through his chest.

The fool stopped abruptly, the bundle of firewood he was carrying fell to the ground, but he did not fall down. Instead, he turned around and looked at the thief who had stabbed him with a knife.

His mother rushed over like a madwoman and hugged her mentally challenged son.

At this moment, another thief stepped forward, grabbed his mother's hair, pulled her back, and slit her neck with a knife.

Her blood gushed from her neck, spraying all over her mentally challenged son.

For the past two years or so, I have dreamed about that scene many times.

The women and children hiding in the back screamed in terror, and the men in the front were not much better off. Everyone was terrified and desperate.

No one expected that hell would descend upon them just moments later.

It's not us who've fallen into hell, it's those damned thieves!

"That idiot?"

The woman in green looked puzzled.

"Wasn't he stabbed through the chest?"

Even if you're lucky enough to avoid a fatal injury, you'll be completely powerless to fight back.

"At the time, both we and those thieves thought that even if the fool hadn't died yet, he wouldn't last much longer."

A thief stepped forward with a knife, seemingly preparing to finish off the fool.

At that moment, something unexpected happened!

Just as he walked behind the fool, the thief's neck suddenly twisted to one side without warning, as if an invisible hand had snapped his neck.

According to the people closest to the scene, they even heard the sound of bones breaking.

Then came the thief who had just cut his mother's neck.

The thief seemed to have suddenly gone mad, stabbing himself in the chest and abdomen more than a dozen times.

What followed was a scene that left everyone present, both sides, completely dumbfounded!

The blood-covered fool forced a strange smile at his lifeless mother, then turned and walked towards the group of thieves.

The long sword was still stuck in his body, but his movements did not resemble those of someone who was seriously injured.

Even more incredibly, as he walked forward step by step, the knife slowly retreated from his body.

Although the wound left by the long knife piercing his body was shocking, it was tightly closed and no blood flowed out!

It was as if some force had stitched the wound back together.

"Don't laugh at me, young lady, but my first reaction was that he didn't seem like a living person, but rather a walking zombie."