Chapter 312 The Blasphemer
After a long time, when Qin He was waiting for everyone to return home with their loads, he happened to meet Wei Wu who was holding on to the wall and walking out of the corpse-burning camp.
"Hello, sir~!"
Qin He's smile in greeting was still so bright and enthusiastic.
"Hmph." Wei Wu snorted coldly, ignored Qin He and walked past him.
He doesn't like busy people, and he doesn't like busy Qin He.
Those who were taught the Dharma by the Great Immortal Qing Niu became stronger than him every time they made progress.
Envy, jealousy, hate!
As for Qin He, Wei Wu used to be sure that he was the Great Immortal Qing Niu, but now, he is a little unsure.
Because the performance of the Great Immortal Qingniu is so miraculous.
A corpse cremator in Qinhe is really out of reach, the gap is too big.
Moreover, Qin He has publicly admitted that he is the first disciple of Qingniu Immortal, which just explains his previous "abnormality".
What Wei Wu didn't understand was that since Qin He was not the Qing Niu Immortal, why didn't the Qing Niu Immortal "favor" him so much?
Are you not sincere?
Wei Wu admitted that it was a bit.
But the problem is that I was given a reward, but I just couldn’t say it out loud.
Anyway, Wei Wu didn't know what happened to him.
For a whole year, I had a rough time.
First, Qin He, whom he hated, turned into a corpse burner.
Then he got into a fight with the great monk, which led to him forming a deep and indissoluble bond with cow shit.
Thinking about it now makes me want to vomit.
Then, under the teachings of the Great Immortal Qingniu, the strength of everyone around them was like sesame blossoms, growing steadily.
You can only stay where you are.
And now, as the new year is approaching, I have developed hemorrhoids for no apparent reason, and I have also suffered from bleeding, and I haven't even caught up with the battle just now.
It's simply a debilitating possession.
Qin He was not angry and shouted to Wei Wu's back again: "Master, you must be pious when worshiping God."
"I want you to take care of it."
Wei Wu turned around, glared at him, and walked away quickly.
Qin He shook his head and continued to lead the convoy to the camp.
"Qin He, why are you saying hello to this stubborn person? Ignore him, so as not to be tainted with bad luck." After staying away from Wei Wu, Xu Changshou came over and whispered.
"That's right, you are the first disciple of the Great Immortal, and you must draw a clear line from such people who disrespect the Great Immortal." Li Tie also agreed.
"It's not that serious, right?" Qin He said speechlessly.
"People like Wei Wu are blasphemers and heretics." Xu Changshou said seriously.
Qin He suddenly became even more speechless. The pagans even shouted out?
What do you want to do?
This great immortal has a great capacity, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, but such words have never come out of his mouth.
Besides, if the gods are scolded a few times, they will denounce the unbelievers as blasphemers or heretics.
Then there are only two situations.
Either he doesn't have enough divine power, or he's a crooked man who chants sutras indiscriminately.
"The Great Immortal Qingniu said that it is other people's freedom to believe or not. You cannot exclude others just because they don't believe it. This is not good." Qin He retorted directly.
This sign is not good. I just want to earn some merit, and I don’t want to teach anything.
If you believe it, take the required method and give some rewards.
If you don’t believe it, each side of the road faces the sky, and there is no hatred or resentment.
"Ah?" Li Tie was a little dumbfounded and said, "Has the Great Immortal Qingniu ever said such a thing?"
"Otherwise I can say hello to Wei Wu. Immortal Qingniu said not to form cliques." Qin He said seriously.
Everyone looked at each other in shock upon hearing this, but no one dared to refute.
Qin He said yes, that is.
Who made him the first disciple? The carving of the statue of Qing Niu Daxian was his craftsmanship.
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The battle during the day was the last battle of the Lotus Rebellion at the end of the Lunar New Year.
After successfully repelling the Lotus Sect army attacking the city, the common people and soldiers rejoiced, which also gave the city an atmosphere of approaching New Year.
The Lotus Sect suffered setbacks, and Li Ting had reassembled a 200,000-strong anti-rebellion army in Linqing.
Countless supplies of food, weapons, armor and troops are moving northward along the unfrozen canal to Linqing.
The emperor issued an imperial decree to lift the siege of Jinan before the end of the first month and to pacify Lu before the start of spring plowing.
Otherwise, if we miss the spring plowing, the rebellion in Lu will continue indefinitely.
The emperor's imperial edict was just the wishful thinking of Emperor Tiangao Yuan, but it also gave Qin He a timetable.
The siege of Jinan cannot be too long, nor can it be too early.
If it's too long, Lu will miss the spring plowing. If it's too early, Linqing's reinforcements haven't arrived, and the desperate White Lotus remnants might jump to other places.
So the next ten days.
The corpse cremator in the Qinhe crematorium is scheduled and rationed, and six corpses are loaded every day.
It’s not just about picking the masters, it’s whoever you meet.
Chapter completed!