Because it is located at the entrance of the village and grows more than ten meters high, it has gradually been regarded by the villagers as a sacred tree that protects the village.
Another hundred years passed, and the cypress and pine trees did not wither. Instead, they grew more branches and leaves and became more lush.
The village has also transformed from a small village into a bustling city. Beneath the cypress trees, prayer boards are hung everywhere, some praying for family members, some for lovers...
There were troops stationed in the city, and it was a very turbulent place. Whenever the generals led their troops to war, they would go under the tree, drink, kneel and pray for a safe return.
Everyone believes in this sacred tree that is taller than the city wall. It is said by their ancestors that the village has been prosperous until now because of its blessing. Therefore, every year, all the people will come to the sacred tree in turn to kneel down and worship devoutly.
All the big and small events in the town are held under the sacred tree.
That was the last time we sent troops.
As usual, the general drank and knelt before the sacred tree, then led his troops into battle.
But for a whole month, he did not return. Every day, the people would gaze at him from the city walls and pray under the sacred tree...
It was an era of war, and every city had troops stationed to protect the people inside. Because of them, the people could live and work in peace and continue to prosper.
But the army had not returned for a month, which made the people increasingly uneasy. As time passed, more and more people prayed under the tree.
Not long after, someone on the city wall shouted that the army had returned. Everyone in the city felt relieved and began to cheer. Many people even knelt down under the sacred tree, shedding tears of gratitude.
However, soon the people on the city wall began to freeze.
In the yellow sand and dust, the army came rushing in, all wearing black and gold armor, waving flags. It was not their own army, but the enemy's army!
In an instant, people all over the city were screaming in panic, fleeing in all directions, and the city was in chaos.
The remaining troops closed the city gates and offered resistance.
But how could they stop the mighty army of tens of thousands? The city gates were quickly breached, and the enemy swarmed in.
The city was instantly dyed with blood.
Amid screams, countless people fell in a pool of blood.
The enemy troops, blinded by killing, were like starving jackals, burning, killing and looting crazily.
Countless shrill cries rang out in the city. The once peaceful ecology collapsed in an instant, and flames devoured the buildings.
In front of the hellish scene on earth, the sacred tree is still green and full of vitality, repeatedly forming a sharp contrast.
The bloody man lay under the sacred tree, looking at the sacred tree that was hung with prayer boards, and asked at the top of his lungs.
Why don't you protect us?
Our ancestors have been protecting your growth for generations, why don’t you protect us?
The people in the city were slaughtered like lambs, leaving almost no one alive.
The enemy planted detailed flags on the city walls, and their rampant smiles echoed in the city!
The chief rode his horse, marveling at such an incredible tree.
The next second, he ordered the soldiers to bring all the bodies of the civilians and hang them on the trees one by one. Those that could not be hung were piled under the trees, and some were buried underground under the roots of the trees.
Then, a fire broke out, burning the so-called sacred tree and thousands of people together in the fire.
The fire devoured madly, countless branches and leaves fell, and the corpses turned into ashes bit by bit in the fire.
The enemy army was slaughtering pigs and sheep and setting up a table, using this as a background, and they looked very happy.
In the fire, the sacred tree was burned to ashes.
The sky was filled with smoke and soon turned cloudy, and heavy rain began to fall, as if bidding farewell to the thousands of wronged souls.
The fire burned for a whole day and finally stopped, leaving only a black trunk of the sacred tree.
Although it was burned like this, the foundation was not destroyed. After the storm, life can still be restored.
After a year, the city was replaced by the enemy.
A tree that has lived for hundreds of years is rare, so the townspeople changed the soil to allow it to recover and be upgraded.
What's strange is that within just one month, the tree showed no signs of life, and when people dug up the soil, all traces were eroded.
Moreover, the soil beneath the tree roots is all bright red...
A tree that has lived for nearly three hundred years has witnessed the prosperity and decline of a village.
As for whether the tree died from the severe damage caused by the fire, or due to some other reason, there are many different opinions, and even spread hundreds of miles away, various mythical versions have emerged...
Qin Nuo opened his eyes with a hint of surprise.
"Is this... the origin of this tree?"
Brother Yu and Sister Meng were standing nearby. Seeing Qin Nuo's face, they said, "Did you see everything?"
Qin Nuo pondered for a moment and couldn't help asking, "What I don't understand is why Xie Fen has memories of this tree?"
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