After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

"Old man, where are your caravan going?"

Chen Zun was sitting on the carriage, with his back against the cargo, his arms folded, one foot on the side, and the other hanging in the air, chatting casually with the old coachman.

"The place our caravan is going to is quite far away. It's called Pushan County. It will take at least a month and a half to get there."

The old coachman looked extremely lean, with dark complexion and messy gray hair, but he was quite talkative.

He raised his hand and lightly slapped the horse's butt with the whip, turned around and asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

Chen Zun said casually: "My family has a distant relative who is doing business in Yunhe City. My father thought that farming was not a way out, so he asked me to join him to find a stable job and a good future."

"Farming is really not a good way to make a living. You can only earn a living. If you want to make a lot of money, you should work outside."

The old coachman nodded, convinced.

The old coachman looked at Chen Zun again and saw that although he was dressed as an ordinary person, his temperament and conversation did not resemble that of a young farm boy. Especially the black iron bar he held in his arms looked more like a trainee. A person who has practiced martial arts.

"Brother, dressed like this, his skin is white and tender. It seems he has never been in the fields or practiced martial arts?"

The old coachman's eyes were indeed vicious, and he could see Chen Zun's disguise at a glance.

Chen Zun's expression remained unchanged and he replied calmly.

"My father-in-law is really good at judging people. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I have never farmed before. I know some martial arts, but they are all fake tricks that can't catch the eyes of experts."

The old coachman smacked his lips and said: "The world today is no better than before. The world is dangerous. It is good to know some martial arts when you are away from home."

Chen Zun thought of Fu Siyuan's words, and was moved in his heart. He asked curiously: "Is this a joke? This is also an area under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Sect. How can it be that there is no peace?"

Although this place is thousands of miles away from Tianyuan Sect, it still falls within the sect's sphere of influence. Mortals are no strangers to immortal cultivators. Logically speaking, mortals should be protected.

"Brother, at first glance, you are not familiar with the world. You don't know something. Immortals only care about monsters and ghosts, but they can't care about robbers and bandits."

The old coachman continued: "In recent years, the corvee taxes levied by the government have become more and more heavy. It is still possible to support the family with the little grain cultivated on the land. Wherever there is surplus grain to pay taxes, the people have no way of living, so they naturally turn to other ways. Once their clothes are worn out, they Take off your clothes and turn into a bandit."

"They gather people to occupy the mountains and become kings. They specialize in robbing caravans on the road. When they meet bandits with good conscience, it's better to talk a little and let them go after paying some tolls. They don't hurt anyone. But it will be miserable if they really meet ruthless bandits. Not only They robbed people, kidnapped them, chopped off a few fingers and asked people to take them back to their families to redeem them with money. Those who couldn't pay the money were killed."

The old coachman talked as if he was used to it. Although his tone was plain, the content made people feel frightened.

Chen Zun was also born as a mortal, and there was nothing he could do about the suffering of the people at the bottom.

Because immortal cultivators are powerful, it is expressly forbidden by all major immortal sects not to interfere in secular affairs.

Moreover, worldly evil has many consequences, which will affect one's spiritual practice. Immortal cultivators avoid it. Even if they know that mortals in the world are suffering and there is no evil at work, they usually just watch with cold eyes and do not intervene.

Chen Zun felt a little sad in his heart. He was silent for a while and then said angrily.

"Since there are robbers and bandits, won't the government care?"

When the old coachman heard this, he sighed with disdain and said sarcastically: "The officials are very clever at bullying the people. They are helpless to deal with the robbers. How dare they provoke these ruthless people."

"Even if they knew there were bandits, the high-ranking officials in the government would not report them. No matter how violent the riot was, as long as it was not a rebellion, they would not bother to take care of it."

The old coachman laughed at the government's inaction and sighed again when he talked about the robbers.

"These robbers and bandits are not easy to deal with. Even if the government sends out yamen soldiers, if there is a news, the bandits will take off their clothes, go down the mountain and return to their hometowns, and they are good people again. When the storm is over, they will gather together again to rob people, which is hard to guard against."

"Or if the wind is tight, just stay away. The bandits wander around with their troops and rob wherever they go. However, the jurisdiction of the government is only within the state and cannot send troops across the border. You have nothing to do with the bandits who go across the state. The solution is that over time, bandits have become rampant and the banditry problem has become more serious. It has reached the point where it is today and it is difficult to eradicate it."

Chen Zun listened quietly, unable to calm down for a long time.

Officials do nothing, only care about their own future, only make money for political achievements, and ignore banditry. Only the people suffer.

For practitioners, they are unkind and arrogant, and their arrogant eyes can never see these ant-like mortals below.

They are all selfish, no wonder the world is unfair.

Only now did he realize that ordinary people just want to have food and clothing, but this small wish is difficult to realize.

Chen Zun vaguely understood his master's intention of letting him go down the mountain to practice.

For a moment, there was nothing to say.

The journey was long and hard and boring. The old coachman only said a few words to relieve his boredom. Seeing that Chen Zun was going out for the first time, he remained silent, thinking that what he just said might scare him.

He comforted him.

"This is an official road. Bandits don't dare to block the road here. Even if they encounter us, there are dozens of good men in our caravan. Fear for one’s life.”

Chen Zun asked: "The blind man in the mountain? What's so special about their group of bandits?"

The old coachman was silent for a moment, as if he was remembering something terrifying, his face was full of fear, he gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"Others rob money and goods, but the blind man in the mountain not only robs everything, but most importantly, they eat human flesh!"

It was midday and the sun was scorching, but as soon as the old coachman said these words, Chen Zun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and his whole body was chilled.

He had only heard that cannibalism would happen among monsters and beasts, but he never thought that such a thing could happen in the secular world.

The old coachman continued to detail the crimes of the blind man in the mountain.

"This bitch is not a human being. He does all kinds of evil. He is a group of truly ruthless people. I heard a few days ago that they massacred a village hundreds of miles away. They burned, killed, and looted. Out of a hundred households, there was only one. It’s really tragic that an eight-year-old child survived.”

At this point, the old coachman's voice was full of sighs, and he was full of anger. He raised his hand and whipped the horse several times, and it fell on the horse's butt.

Chen Zun clenched his fists and secretly remembered the words "Blind Man in the Mountain" in his heart.

The old coachman reminded.

"Bandits come and go without a trace. They are afraid of remote places in deep mountains and old forests, where you need to be extremely careful."

"Brother, if you encounter these bandits in the future when you travel around the world, run away if you can. Don't take chances. If you fall into the hands of a blind man in the mountains, you will not survive."