The people suddenly became commotion like an explosion. Unexpectedly, this man actually killed that man with a finger. That man was one of the imams in Hui Hui Temple. Everyone knew him. He was Hui Hui. The activists in the temple usually convened the congregation to hold activities and worship, but they did not expect that such a pious man would be killed by this 'messenger of the Lord'.

"Who else dares to be disrespectful to this messenger? I, Mo Hanmo De Agarise Medical Doctor, am the messenger of the Lord, patrolling the believers in the world, and there are still people who say filthy words to this messenger. That can only be a dead end. This messenger declares that this People will go to the eighteenth level of hell and will never be reincarnated." Fang Zian was so arrogant that he spoke nonsense.

Just now, Fang Zian asked Shen Ling'er to sneak into the team of believers. With Shen Ling'er's body skills, they didn't know that she had sneaked into the team of believers. Fang Zian asked Shen Ling'er to act according to his instructions. Shen Ling'er cooperated very well. Well, piercing the heart from the back of the chest with an iron hairpin can kill you instantly. And the wound is small. As long as you pull out the hairpin quickly enough, the blood will be blocked by muscles and fat, and the bleeding will be very small. As long as no one checks carefully, There was nothing unusual about it, just like sudden death.

The reason why Fang Zian did this was because he considered that it was futile to reason with these fanatical believers, and it was impossible to kill them. The only way was to treat others with their own medicine. , pretending to be a magic stick to fool them, it is best that they will believe it and then listen to what you say.

"Who else?" Fang Zian's eyes scanned the crowd. The people had witnessed the death of the imam just now, but they didn't dare to answer. They all looked away.

"This envoy knows that some of you are still doubting and have many questions. In your eyes, Zheng Zhilong is a great good man, your great imam, and a devout believer in the Lord. But in my eyes, in the eyes of God , have long seen through his tricks. Zheng Zhilong has violated many taboos of the religion. He used the name of Allah to amass money, exploited merchants and people, and was greedy. He behaved inappropriately, behaved improperly, and insulted the teachings. He harbored evil intentions and borrowed the teachings. His fame satisfies his ambition and deceives the congregation for his own use. He eats unclean meat, drinks unclean water, does unclean things, and thinks unclean thoughts. Everything is in the sight of the Lord, and the Lord’s Under the gaze. It was the Lord who asked me to punish him. Although you have also committed sins, your sins are not worthy of death. You only need to pray and repent to atone for your sins. But he is different. He must be destroyed by... the body. This is what the Lord gave me. His will." Fang Zian raised his hands and pretended to be a magic stick. He actually didn't know much about Islamic teachings and could only speak vaguely to avoid being discovered.

The people looked at Fang Zian blankly, not knowing what to do for a while. Fang Zian knew that he had to show another miracle before they would believe him. So he searched among the crowd and saw several people. The guys in white robes were looking at him with fierce eyes. Fang Zian knew that these guys must be the leaders used by Zheng Zhilong to control the congregation.

"You... come out and accept the inquiry from the messenger of the Lord." Fang Zian raised his orchid finger and pointed elegantly at an imam in white robes.

The man was startled and reached out to touch his body. He thought he was going to die. Suddenly he realized that it was calling him.

"What...what are you doing? I...I don't know you." The man stammered.

Fang Zian said: "You don't know me

, but I know you. In God’s eyes, you are all lambs to be slaughtered, poor sinners. Is your surname Zheng?”

A look of contempt appeared in the man's eyes, and he laughed and said: "You are mistaken, my surname is not Zheng, my surname is Pan. Haha, do the messengers of the Lord also make mistakes sometimes? Doesn't that mean you are a fake?"

Fang Zian coughed to hide his embarrassment. He originally guessed that the person was sent by Zheng Zhilong. He should be Zheng Zhilong's servant or a member of his clan. So he probably had a surname of Zheng, so he took a gamble. But he didn't expect that he was wrong.

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"No, no, no... your surname is Zheng, you just don't know it. Go back and ask your mother if you had an affair with a person named Zheng when you were young, and then you were born. Your biological father is not your future father.

, Do you understand?" Fang Zian could only bite the bullet and talk nonsense.

The man cursed: "That's nonsense, you're lying."

Fang Zian said: "You deserve to die just because of your questioning words. However, I want to give you a chance. Tell me honestly how Zheng Zhilong asked you to treat this believer in private, and what is your purpose? Tell me honestly.

If you tell me, this envoy will spare your life."

The man shouted: "How can there be any private talk? Don't listen to him, this man is pretending to be a ghost."

Fang Zian shouted sternly: "How dare you deny it? It seems that this envoy cannot spare you. How do you choose to die?"

The imam cursed angrily: "Death to your mother! You are simply a fake. Let's all come together and chop this pretender to death."

Not only did everyone not come forward, but they took a step away.

"Pan A. Xiang, didn't you say that you are protected by the Lord God and are invulnerable? Just go and chop him." said one of the members.

"Yes, yes, you go and chop it yourself. You are invulnerable anyway." The others nodded.

Then Pan Axiang gritted his teeth and said: "I'll go, I'll go." He turned to Fang Zian and said: "You said you are the messenger of the Lord, so you should be unkillable. If you ask me to chop you, if you can't be killed,

You, we will believe you. If we chop you to death or injure you, you are lying."

"Yes, yes, what Imam Pan said is absolutely true. Since you are the messenger beside the Lord, you must not be killed." Several imams in white robes and black robes quickly agreed.

Fang Zian sneered and said: "Okay, then I'll give you a chance. You stupid mortal dares to challenge and question my identity. I let you chop me, not to condone you, but to let these believers know that I am real."

Mo Han Mo De’s envoy. Everyone, listen carefully. I will prove it to you. If I don’t die soon, you must listen to me. Otherwise, I will get angry and you will all die.”

All the people nodded hurriedly and said: "Okay, if you can't be killed with a knife, of course we will believe you."

Fang Zian nodded and said to Na Pan: "Come on, you sinner. The clown who blasphemed the Lord's messenger, the slug in the dirty mire, the dung beetle in the excrement. Use your dirty hands to take it.

Use the knife to attack me."

At this point, Pan A. Xiang had no choice but to grit his teeth and pick up a knife and walk towards Fang Zian. When he came a few steps in front of Fang Zian, the man looked at Fang Zian's sharp eyes and felt a little in his heart.

Frightened, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"Aren't you going to take action yet?" Fang Zian shouted sharply.

"Ah!" Pan A.

Xian roared loudly, rushed toward Fang Zian with a knife, and chopped off his head with the knife.

Fang Zian quickly stepped forward, almost colliding with Pan Axiang's body and embracing him, but quickly stepped back. From the direction of the people, it looked like Fang Zian's body was just shaking, but in fact,

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zian has completed the process of taking a step forward, raising his hand, and stabbing the dagger in his hand into Pan Axiang's chest, and then retreating to the original position. He can do this in one breath. In fact, anyone with higher martial arts skills can do it.

Of course, Fang Zian can do such a movement. Those people are not people with martial arts skills. Naturally, to them, it seems that Fang Zian didn't move at all, or maybe he just shook.

Pan A. Xiang's knife fell on Fang Zian's head, and then he fell to the ground. The knife lost its strength halfway, because the knife was still halfway, and the person was already dead. It was purely inertia that made him

When it fell on Fang Zian's head, the person who exerted the force was gone, and the knife lost its strength. Once the person died, the blade of the knife would naturally deflect. In fact, when it fell on Fang Zian's head, it was equivalent to hitting Fang Zian sideways.

It's just on the head, it can't hurt anyone at all. Besides, the knife is just an ordinary hatchet. It's rusty and not sharp at all. Fang Zian wears an octagonal round hat on his head, which is of high quality gold.

The hat made of silk, and the bun and hairpin on the top of the head will naturally not cause any harm.

In fact, the difficulty is not the danger of the knife falling on the head, but the calmness and courage to let the knife fall on the head. It is precisely Fang Zian who has this, because he knows that he will be safe if the knife falls on the head.

When Pan A. Xiang's knife fell, his body suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone stretched their necks and their eyes were about to fall off. Pan A. Xiang failed to kill the messenger with one knife, but he fell down instead?

"Hahaha, please don't be arrogant. How could you succeed in killing this envoy? Did your internal organs get shattered by my divine power shield? You deserve it. I'm taking advantage of you. You were going to get a knife from me. Almighty Lord, you

You should all have seen that the believers here have fallen, and they have actually begun to question the identity of this envoy. Lord, what should I do? Do I want to kill them all? Or save their corruption? Please give me clear instructions."

Fang Zian laughed loudly, then raised his hands to the sky and said.

"He is the messenger of the Lord. Otherwise, how could he not be killed? Pan's identity is false. He is not invulnerable at all. Otherwise, how could he kill others when he killed himself? He is a liar." Someone among the believers said.

road.

"Yes, that is really the messenger of the Lord. Messenger, please forgive me, please redeem me. We are too blind to see the mountains." While someone was speaking, he suddenly knelt down and worshiped Fang Zian. This behavior suddenly seemed like

It was spreading like an infectious disease, and soon a large number of people fell on their knees in the street.

"No need to be like this. Get up. I don't blame you. Since you believe that I am the messenger of the Lord, then you just listen to my words. From now on, all go back to worship and repent of your sins. You are not allowed to go out. If anyone incites you to come out,

Confrontation, that person is a false believer, sent by the devil to harm you forever. Do you understand? Hear the applause! Allahu Akbar!"

"Allahu Akbar!" all the believers responded and clapped their hands.
Chapter completed!