In the fourteenth year of the Tianbao era in the Tang Dynasty, a Tang army scout was killed by rebel forces. The rebels cruelly removed his internal organs, filled his belly with stones, and sank him in the river.
However, the body floated on the river surface instead of sinking. The rebel leader was greatly shocked and ordered his men to shoot arrows at the body. In an instant, arrows rained down but none hit the target.
Suddenly, the body rose up, walked on water, and wherever it passed, frost formed, vegetation turned black instantly, and everything stood still and died.
Half a day later, another group of rebel forces who came to regroup were astonished to find that the vanguard troops had all died stiff in their camp.
These soldiers maintained their pre-death postures: some pulling bows, some holding guns, some sitting on the ground... Their common feature was bleeding from the seven orifices, stiff but not falling.
The rebels were greatly shocked and fled overnight, sparing the living beings in that area.
At that time, mysterious legends circulated in the streets of Chang'an. It was said that occasionally, when looking up at the sky at night, one could see a pair of eyes overlooking the earth, watching over the city of Chang'an.
People never noticed our presence, but we have always been there.
We are the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, reflecting Chang'an in the night of the prosperous Tang era, dispelling evil spirits.
There is a legend in our hometown.
There used to be many wild monkeys in and around the small county town, living in harmony with people.
Until a murder case occurred, after which the local military and civilians began to hunt the monkeys down, exterminating them to the point that they disappeared from the area.
To this day, I've never seen a single monkey in my hometown.
The legend says, monkeys kill people!
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