When Fang La heard the news, he turned to look at his confidant, Mu Jingshan, who had been standing behind him to advise him since the Qingxi uprising.
In order to build momentum for himself, Mu Jingshan had often organized Manichaean evening gatherings and other church gatherings to spread the news, and also made some stone tablets and heavenly maps of destiny...
Now that I am the only one in Manichaeism, the rest of the people will listen to whoever gives them food, and the aristocratic families only care about their own interests... What is the use of doing these stunts when the war is about to begin? It is a waste of time and energy.
That's all.
Mu Jingshan was a failed scholar in his fifties with a yellow face and a black beard. He was confused when he heard about the appearance of the giant Buddha in Mani Temple.
"Sheng Gong, I don't know about Jingshan either... There are only a few old believers from Qingxi who followed Sheng Gong to guard the place. There can be no mistake! Could it be... could it be that the giant Buddha really appeared?"
Fang La felt hot in his heart, and then became a little suspicious... Is his heart really still pious? Now that a life-and-death battle is imminent, as long as he captures Xiuzhou, he can continue to expand his army, and then the north and south will respond to each other and fight the imperial army...
After defeating the Western Army, the strongest army in the imperial court, and killing the eunuch Tong Guan... who in this land south of the Yangtze River will dare to defy me in both positive and negative ways? If the land is divided and the territory is divided, there will be hope for a stable Jiangnan!
Fang La looked at the confused Mu Jingshan next to him again. After making sure that he was not behind the scenes, he felt a burning sensation in his heart...
"Prepare your horse, I want to visit Mani Temple in person!"
At the door, two disciples wearing purple turbans bowed and saluted, then ran out to deliver the order.
Fang La hurriedly changed into a yellow robe under the service of two beautiful maids. The golden headscarf was also very elegant. In addition, Fang La, who was in his forties, had a straight nose and a broad mouth. He had a majestic appearance when he walked.
Mu Jingshan called his close guards and carefully warned them to pay attention to safety. In particular, he sent people to surround the big Buddhist hall and search carefully to see if there was any danger. After all, Mu Jingshan was dubious about things like miracles.
The cavalry held weapons and flags high, and some religious people wearing red scarves held up gongs, drums, instruments and other objects to clear the way. Surrounded by a group of purple-turbaned guards, Fang La headed out of the city with great momentum.
The common people knelt down by the roadside and did not dare to raise their heads. In the streets and alleys, some former wealthy households with rags and bruises on their bodies, as well as petty officials who had survived the disaster, only dared to show a look of resentment and curse from a distance...
Manichaeism purged Hangzhou, and at least nearly ten thousand people died... many women from wealthy officials' families were humiliated and tortured, and the city of Hangzhou was extremely afraid of him.
Song Wen took a group of brothers and hid in a forest. In the distance, he could see the gate of Mani Temple and the vague Great Buddha Hall...
Song Wen gestured with the scabbard, thinking that after returning home, he would immediately ask the glass craftsmen in Daqingshan to try to make a few telescopes. It was not practical to burn glass to make lenses, so he could only try to polish some with pure crystals first.
It will also be useful in the future when you build your own ship, become a pirate, etc.!
"Lang Jun, here we come! It looks like Fang La's guard of honor... Why is it a little messy?"
Song Wen waved his hand to tell everyone to take cover, and then he and An Chun climbed up to a boulder to watch quietly. They saw a group of hundreds of cavalry and some infantry in bright armor, holding some messy big flags and blowing gongs to clear the way for the motorcycle.
Go to the monastery.
One of the men in yellow robes riding a white horse was quite conspicuous. On the road, some people who came to pay homage and offer incense after learning that the Mani Temple Buddha had appeared knelt on the roadside and did not dare to raise their heads.
Song Wen curled his lips and said in a low voice to An Chun and Mingyue beside him: "Look, look... I was unwilling to be enslaved, so I rebelled under the banner of equality for all living beings. As a result, I transformed into the person I defeated in the first place.
People! No matter what banners we use, what slogans we shout, what gods we worship, it’s just a new group of people who are arrogant and arrogant, allowing the common people to act like cows and horses... What’s the point?”
An Chun nodded and secretly glanced at his husband... Mingyue was also thoughtful and murmured something in a low voice.
Song Wen looked at the back and saw that there were some Manichae soldiers coming to protect Fang La, and then looked at a dense forest on the roadside... That was the only place where he could ambush and assassinate Fang La, and the heavy crossbow could be there.
Directly attack targets on the road, but evacuation becomes very difficult.
An Chun whispered: "Don't worry, Lang Jun. As long as Lang Jun gives the order, the crossbowmen will ambush Fang La there... and they will never let them catch him alive!"
Song Wen's heart suddenly moved, and then he looked back... and saw a few soldiers from the Qingshan Camp Special Forces Team that he was familiar with, carrying heavy crossbows and looking at him with bright eyes, with a hint of admiration and fanaticism in their eyes!
Song Wen, who saved them from being beggars and refugees, is their heaven, their god... Song Wen gives an order and they don't hesitate at all to let them die!
Song Wen looked at these loyal brothers intently, smiled... and whispered: "Fang La is nothing! If he doesn't die in the Great Buddha Temple, try again... Let me sacrifice my brother to assassinate him.
I can’t bear to part with him! He’s not worthy enough to...cancel the assassination arrangement! Use the incense to plant gunpowder bombs on the roadside instead."
An Chun nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lang... The time for Xinxiang gunpowder bombs is fixed. I'm afraid that the time we arranged won't match the order and Fang La won't be exploded!"
"If you can blow it up, blow it up. If you can't blow it up, scare him! Can the people spreading the Book of Heaven in Hangzhou City evacuate safely?"
An Chun replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, they can escape with Wang Zhi as a guide for Wang Dongzhu's people... Once something happens to Fang La at the Great Buddha Temple, the city of Hangzhou will definitely be in chaos. The brothers who raided the treasury and spread the heavenly book will be added."
Those who went up to blow up the water gate and blow up the government offices should be able to withdraw!"
Song Wen formulated an extremely complicated plan, one after another!
There will be an assassination attempt on Fang La inside the Great Buddha Temple, and if he is not dead, there will be an ambush on the way... At the same time, three groups of rural soldiers from the Qingshan Battalion's special forces have also sneaked into Hangzhou city. The three people are responsible for spreading leaflets on the streets.
... Five people were responsible for placing incense, gunpowder and bombs in some corners to disturb the morale of the army and the people. They blew up the water gate of Hangzhou City and prepared to evacuate. There were still twenty of the most skilled rural soldiers who were staring at Fang La's treasury, ready to go in and grab a vote.
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Several of Wang Zhiwei's confidants were responsible for arranging ships and leading the way. All routes and emergency plans were formulated by Song Wen himself. No task had to be completed with his life. His own safety came first! If nothing could be done, retreat immediately.
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Fang La strode into Mani Temple, prayed and paid homage outside the main hall, and then walked into the main hall with a little excitement.
Several old parishioners were already trembling and kneeling on both sides. An old parishioner with white beard and hair bowed to Fang La and cried... "Holy Lord, Holy Lord, you are here! Holy Lord, the Buddha of Light has appeared."
...Look, these glazed treasures suddenly appeared overnight! This, this is the treasure of the Immortal Family! Where has such a treasure been heard of in the mortal world? I'm afraid that the Dog Emperor of Zhao Song was so extravagant
There is no treasure like this even if you are extremely lustful..."
Fang La took a closer look, and his heart trembled... He saw a row of five crystal-clear glazed tribute vessels, which were extremely gorgeous, and their shapes were even more ingenious! As pure as crystal, the brilliance flowed and shone under the sun...
Fang La has never seen such a treasure before. Even if there is such a thing in the world, it is probably hidden in the palace in Bianliang, Tokyo? Who would quietly put such a treasure in the Great Buddha Temple? If you are full, you will be able to hold it up.
Are you panicking? How much is this worth?
Fang La took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched the cold treasure that was as smooth as gelatin. His heart was filled with heat...could it be said that Mani Buddha is really going to come to the world? I have been sincerely sincere in Qingxi.
Did Manifo appear?
The old parishioner knelt and crawled a few steps, and then Fang La continued: "Holy Duke, you, the old man, look up and take a look at the face of the King of Light Buddha! The eyes of the Buddha and his old man... have come to life!"
Fang La looked up and was stunned...
I saw the eyes painted on the wood carvings and clay sculptures of the Buddha. I don’t know when they became as crystal clear and bright as these glazed treasures! The pupils were dark, and the eyes shone under the sunlight as if they were spiritual beings!
Fang La could no longer control his knees and fell to his knees heavily, muttering to himself in a daze...
"Mani Buddha has appeared... he has appeared... Manichaeism should flourish! I, Manichaeism, should defeat the lackeys of the foolish king and seize these thousands of miles of land..."
Song Wen in the distance is still feeling distressed...
This time I used a batch of glazed artifacts brought from Sanxian Island. I originally wanted to take them to Jiangnan to find a few bad guys in exchange for some gold and silver to expand the army... but it turned out that Fang La was cheaper! Otherwise, there would be no chance.
Did he trick him out of Hangzhou? Not to mention arranging a trap to assassinate him... Song Wen was reluctant to sacrifice his close brother in vain in Jiangnan.
Song Wen was counting with his fingers... two of the purest colored glaze beads, with patterns and colors inlaid inside, and five pieces of colored glaze incense burners, small tripods, pagodas and the like. All of them were picked from a hundred and a thousand from a glaze workshop in the back mountain of Daqing Mountain.
What was brought out... there are still many colored glaze vessels, ready to take out another batch of silver from Bianliang!
Canned spirits have long been harvested all year round, and with the addition of caravans and camel teams going to the grasslands for trade, and the caravans from the Grand Prince's Mansion in the South Campus of the Liao Kingdom... there is also the maritime trading market on Sanxian Island in Dengzhou.
Song Wen has now begun to crazily absorb wealth, and then converts it into grain, cowhide, cloth, iron, charcoal, sulfur and other massive material resources, which are continuously transported to the Dengzhou area... Song Wen began to enclose and buy land in many sparsely populated places, using
Gao Qiu's influence appointed some generals and military officers in the Baozhai military camp. Qingshan camp has never stopped absorbing refugees and craftsmen, and they were replenished into Qingshan camp and Jianghu camp through the tempering of Daqingshan military camp.
Song Wen concentrated on looking at the blurry hall in the distance, looking forward to the performance that was about to begin there...