Villain: Reincarnation IX, the heroine kneels and begs for forgiveness

"When I was young, I also encountered a situation like Lin Tian's now.

At that time, I passed by a mortal village. Because of the weather, the village had almost no harvest this year.

Out of kindness, I gave a little girl a bowl of water.

Then the next day her parents took her and knelt down and begged me to save their crops.

This kind of thing is nothing more than a little effort for me. In the voices of their fairy elders, I fulfilled their wishes.

Then everyone in a village came to beg me,
No matter how small the consumption of the spirit rain technique is, it has almost exhausted my spiritual energy.

But I think I did the right thing, I saved a village.

Because I still had tasks on me at the time, I left the village amidst their compliments. "

"Five years later, I suddenly remembered this incident and wanted to go back and see what happened in this village. Do you know what I saw?"

Having said that, the aged monk stopped his narration, his eyes were slightly red, thinking that the scene he saw back then was deeply in his memory.

No one answered, everyone was waiting for his next words.

Because this kind of practice is what they recognize as righteous monks should do, but now it seems that the results are not optimistic.

"When I returned to that village again, that village had disappeared."

"After I inquired about it later, I found out that the weather was bad that year, and the surrounding villages had no harvests, but only that one village had a bumper harvest because of my spiritual rain technique.

The hungry and crazy villagers can't manage these things. Several villages jointly robbed all the food. Because of me, the people in this village didn't last even a year. "

"If I hadn't acted back then, maybe those people would have survived."

The old monk uttered the secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years, as if his heart had been opened, and his cultivation was about to break through.

When the other monks heard his story, they were also thoughtful, but they always felt that something was wrong.

"Then when we encounter such a situation, do we have to stand by and watch? Even without your spirit rain technique, they might die because of other things."

"It's just the lives of a group of mortals. Does life or death have anything to do with us?"

"In the final analysis, it is because of strength. If they have the talent for cultivation, how could they be starved to death?"

"Look at what you said, are you born a practitioner? Are there no ordinary people in your parents and family?"

"By the way, fellow daoist, what about the people in the remaining villages?" Everyone was also very curious, what happened next?

"Of course I killed them all. Isn't that just stealing my things? Why keep them?"

Hearing the old man's words, all the monks hurriedly put away the emotion in their hearts.

But it does make sense when you think about it carefully, and it's a bit ridiculous to say that this group of mortals did rob the food grown by a cultivator.

"Then let's see what our Devil Emperor will do next."

"Yeah, I feel that this matter is not that simple, Lin Tian seems to have decided to do something."

"Could it be that Lin Tian did such a thing to change the Profound Sky Continent again? It's also very unlikely!"

As soon as the screen changed, Lin Tian had already left the land and came to a small tavern, drinking wine quietly.

Although his appearance has been somewhat concealed, his extraordinary temperament still attracted many women to stop and watch.

Lin Tian didn't care about these, frowning, drinking dull wine.

At this moment, his heart was very depressed, as if there was something he couldn't vomit.

He didn't ask Xiaoer for a pen and paper, so he just dipped his fingers in the wine and wrote a poem on the table.

The day of hoeing and weeding is noon,
Sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows the plate of Chinese food,
Every grain is hard work.

As the finger stopped and waved, the poem originally written with ordinary wine was now glowing with purple-gold light, looking extremely mysterious.

When Xiaoer came to clean up, he only saw a drink bill, and the original guest had disappeared.

But his gaze was attracted by a poem on the wine table.

No, he thinks this poem is so extraordinary that a person who has never read a book can't even recognize the words.So I have no idea what the poem is about.

What caught his attention was that no matter how hard he wiped the table, the poem would not disappear.

Faced with this miraculous phenomenon, he hurriedly called the boss.

The shopkeeper of this hotel is a half-educated person, and he can barely understand this poem.

"Good poem, good poem, such a compassionate poem, I don't know its name and who wrote it, what a pity!"

Hearing the shopkeeper's exclamation, the surrounding drinkers also gathered around, and a few poor scholars read the poem aloud.

"Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work!"

"I'm guilty of wasting food like this before."

"Yes, who knows the suffering of farmers?"

"Finally someone said what I wanted to say!"

"This poem is handed down from generation to generation, but unfortunately I don't know the author's name."

"Those who want to create this poem don't care about such a false name."

Although all the scholars present wanted this poem very much, none of them dared to replace it.

The person who can make this poem may not be famous forever, but if the impostor is discovered, it will definitely be infamous forever.

Outside Yingtian Lake, the monks who saw this scene all sighed.

"It turns out that this is the process of Mi Nong's creation."

"What a genius. The appearance of this song of pity for farmers has reduced the waste of food."

"Although we didn't save that farmer, but let these people's painstaking efforts not be wasted, this is the real salvation of the people."

"We seem to have really wronged the Devil Emperor. He doesn't seem to have done a single wrong thing until now."

"What is it called the Devil Emperor? This is obviously the Holy Emperor!"

"This poem alone is more realistic than how many spiritual rain techniques. Anyway, I can't reach this level."

"No wonder he has become the Great Emperor. This ideological realm is just much higher than ours."

"It turns out that the emperor silently guarded our human race in this way. Thinking about the wasted food, I feel sorry for those mortals."

"That's right, the root of our cultivation world is still among mortals. Lin Tian's step is a great merit!"

Zi Meier was also emotional, she only knew that her grandfather was very powerful, in her impression, nothing seemed to be able to defeat him.

But she didn't expect that Lin Tian still had such a side, and he worshiped his grandfather more and more.

Looking at the amazed monks around, Zi Meier smiled in her heart, if they knew what her grandfather did later, they wouldn't know how surprised they would be!