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Feng Yangyi had no choice but to sleep. He kept rummaging and rumbling all night and didn't fall asleep at all. The next morning, Feng Yangyi was surprised to find that Zhang Zhun had already run back and forth on the beach with the soldiers of the guards. He felt that the aggrieved soldiers were not affected by bad emotions at all. Everyone chased each other and was full of energy. Feng Yangyi joined the running team without thinking.

At noon, it continues to be dry food.

Still no figure was seen, Xiahe City was like a dead city.

In the afternoon, Yang Guohua's pirate ship arrived on time.

It was already evening to load all the remaining food.

Zhang Zhun and others got on the boat, and the pirate ship drove slowly eastward.

No one looked westward.

Not worth it.

The warship sailed slowly, and the sea breeze kept blowing. The ocean in the dark night seemed particularly quiet. Because it was already mid-July, the moonlight became much brighter. The silver moonlight fell on the deck, giving everyone a rare enjoyment. The soldiers all looked at the surrounding sea on the deck and enjoyed this rare peace.

"What is that?"

"Fire!"

"What a bright fire!"

Suddenly, someone on the deck screamed.

Zhang Zhun turned his head and saw that the north coast reflected a blazing fire, and the sky was illuminated red. The flames kept changing, completely covering the moonlight.

Other soldiers from the escort team also discovered it and rushed to the left side of the deck to watch.

Yang Guohua introduced to Zhang Zhun and said, "Sir, that was from the ancient town."

Zhang Zhun said curiously: "Ancient Town?"

Yang Guohua said: "That's ghost fire."

Everyone was very surprised.

Ghost fire?

What kind of fire?

Yang Weiguo asked in confusion: "What is ghost fire?"

Yang Guohua also said with some confusion: "Today is July 11th, and the day after tomorrow is July 14th, Ghost Festival. Have you all forgotten?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

These days, everyone is thinking about fighting, training, fighting, training, and they are almost robots, and they have forgotten the date. Unexpectedly, it is July 14th and the Ghost Festival so soon. Zhang Zhun also sighed secretly. Time flies so fast. Before he knew it, it will take half a year to come to the Ming Dynasty.

July 14th of each year is the traditional Ghost Festival, also known as Menglan Festival and Zhongyuan Festival. Legend has it that on this night, the Ghost Gate will open and countless evil ghosts will emerge from it. In order to eliminate these evil ghosts and demons, the people in various places have different customs. Such as worshiping ancestors, visiting graves, lighting lotus lamps to illuminate the way home for the deceased, holding grand Dharma meetings to pray for blessings and auspicious temples, etc., etc.

On the Ghost Festival, large temple fairs are held in many areas in Shandong. The content is diverse and colorful, which is the most attractive to women and children. At night, it is even more lively, and the lights are often endless all night. Generally speaking, temple fairs start from five days before the Ghost Festival. The fire in the ancient town must be held.

Feng Yangyi said casually: "In the past, people who smell the incense sect would come to Lingshanwei on the Ghost Festival and absorb believers into the church by holding large temple fairs. I wonder if they will come again this year?"

When Zhang Zhun heard the three words "Smelling Incense Sect", he moved slightly in his heart and asked thoughtfully: "How do you know that they are "Smelling Incense Sect?"

He had no interest in these temple fairs. He came from later generations and had never seen any big scenes? No matter how big the scene was, it was not as big as the one from the Beijing Olympics, right? But he was quite concerned about the incense sect. There was no way, the incense sect's reputation in Shandong was too great. Most of the rebellions in Shandong were related to the incense sect. No matter who wanted to beg for food in Shandong, he had to deal with the incense sect.

For example, in the sixth year of Chongzhen just passed, Wang Yilun, the leader of the Wenxiang Sect, launched an uprising in Jinxiang, Yanzhou Prefecture, and it took half a year to be suppressed. Although the Wenxiang Sect is currently dormant and has no action, no one can guarantee whether they will suddenly appear and launch another massive uprising.

The fragrance of the fragrance is a branch of the White Lotus Sect. The roots are hidden very deeply, and the court cannot eradicate it. In the long river of history, the White Lotus Sect will continue to write its own history until it evolved into the Hongmen or something in later generations. From a dialectical approach, the White Lotus Sect is a force that can be used, used, driven, but it must be prevented, guided, and curbed.

Feng Yangyi said: "At the beginning, I definitely didn't know it, and I could get a lot of benefits from them. However, after a while, if you believe them completely, you will have to take blood as an alliance and hold a ceremony to enter the church. Once you enter the church, you must obey their arrangements and do things for them. If you don't do it, they will threaten you, or even deliberately report you to the government, and let you be arrested by the government."

"Sometimes, you have to vote for the title. The vote for the title means killing a person. After killing this person, you really join the incense sect. After killing someone, your status in the sect is higher than that of ordinary people and you get more benefits. Every person who joins the sect must constantly develop more people to enter the sect. The more people you develop, the higher the status. You can develop two people as the rice master, and five people as the incense master, there are also the altar master, the hall master, Qu Shuai, Fang Shuai, Qu Shuai, Qu Shuai, and the army coach. If you have tens of thousands of people, you will be the army coach."

Zhang Zhun was both angry and funny. Why did such a method sound so familiar? He led people to divide it according to the level? Could it be that some gangs in later generations got inspiration from the White Lotus Sect? The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated!

How did Feng Yangyi know this?

Logically speaking, outsiders should not know about the White Lotus Sect!

Zhang Zhun looked at Feng Yangyi with his eyes squinted.

Feng Yangyi said sadly: "I have a cousin from afar. After killing someone, I joined the Scented Sect. Now I am missing. His father has been traveling back and forth for three or four years to find him back, and all the family affairs have been ruined."

Zhang Zhun nodded, so that's it.

Feng Yangyi said sadly: "Maybe, he had already..."

Zhang Zhun suddenly asked, "Are there many incense-smelling scholars in Xiahe Village?"

Feng Yangyi thought about it and said with uncertainty: "I don't know this... there were quite a lot of them before. But I killed a group of them two years ago, and then they all disappeared. Even if someone is a disciple of the Scented Sect, it will not be made public."

Zhang Zhun always felt that Zhao Feng was a little weird, as if he wanted to capture something, but he could not accurately capture it. If there was no support from Zhao Feng behind him, he would keep him out unless Zhao Feng had a problem with his brain. With their little strength, how could he resist Wang Jian's counterattack? However, if there were other forces hidden behind him, everything seemed to be legitimate.

But, what is this hidden force? Who are the decision makers of the incense sect? Where are their leaders, organizers, commanders, and decision makers? What are their external identities?

"Guohua, stop the ship."

"Let's go up to the ancient town to take a look!"

Zhang Zhun suddenly said.

"Sir, are you going to the ancient town?"

Yang Guohua asked hurriedly.

Zhang Zhun nodded and said affirmatively: "Let's go up and take a look."

Yang Guohua then ordered the pirate ship to dock.

There was only a small dock in the ancient town, which could barely dock. After the pirate ship was docked, Zhang Zhun took the guards ashore, and Yang Guohua and others continued to stay on the ship. Snipers such as Ma Yi, Zhong Wuying, Yang Weiguo, and Liu Jixiang were vigilantly surrounded Zhang Zhun in the middle. The other guards also seemed quite alert, and their fingers would never leave the trigger of the Hu Ben Gun.

No one knows why Zhang Zhun suddenly went up to the ancient town to watch the fun. It didn't seem like Zhang Zhun's style. Of course, they didn't expect that Zhang Zhun was just a whim and had no other purpose. He is also a normal person. It's not surprising that he has to take a look at something curious about. Moreover, he is in a bad mood now, so it's good to go up and relax.

As he slowly came ashore, Zhang Zhun found that there were still quite a lot of people in the ancient town, coming and going, in groups of three or three, men and women, although they were ragged and pale and thin, their overall spirit was pretty good. The people in China could enjoy themselves and survive tenaciously no matter what kind of hardship. The current world is difficult, and people are not busy with their lives, they cannot fill their stomachs, and they do not cover up their bodies, but it does not prevent them from looking for a little joy on the 14th Ghost Festival on July 14th.

Seeing Zhang Zhun and others coming ashore with Hu Ben guns on their backs, the people in the ancient town were not very curious. At most, they just took a few glances and walked past them. The sharp bayonet of Hu Ben guns seemed to be similar to a hoe in the eyes of the people in the ancient town. This scene surprised Zhang Zhun quite. The people in the ancient town were so brave!

Zhang Zhun couldn't help asking Feng Yangyi again, but was surprised to learn that this ancient town has always been a mixed place of religions and all people could appear here. The people in the ancient town were very knowledgeable, so it was no wonder. Not to mention Zhang Zhun's team of dozens of people, even if a team of hundreds of people passed by here, it would not cause any commotion.

To the northwest of the ancient town is Lingshan Acropolis City, and to the southwest of the ancient town is the front of Xiahe Village. This is the most remote corner of Laizhou Prefecture, and it is close to Qingzhou Prefecture. The core of Qingzhou Prefecture is in the distant north. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The rulership is weak and the local power is naturally strong. If it is not necessary, outsiders will not easily provoke it.
Chapter completed!