After the Thousand Demons Sect imposed martial law, many disciples stopped practicing and began to prepare for the Zhengyi Sect's crusade.
Spiritual swords, elixirs, talismans, formations... every item is of vital importance. Even some disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect who no longer have extravagant hopes for practice because of their age began to work non-stop at this time, just for the sake of Qian Mo Sect.
The Demon Sect has one more hope of victory.
As official disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect, the handyman disciples were not idle either. Under Lin Yanli's instructions, they began to pour a powder known as "dynamite" into the iron blocks.
In the Thousand Demons Sect's school, the children who usually did not study seriously were sitting obediently on their chairs and copying down some of their uncle's and aunt's words into letters.
The letter is probably: Thousand Demons Sect is a place to live a good life, you don’t have to worry about food or clothing, and your children have books to read, so you live like a god. Come to Thousand Demons Sect and live a good life with us.
Outside the school, some teachers squinted their eyes and sorted the letters into volumes according to region, and then handed the compiled letters to the Qianmo Sect disciples to send to Yanyun Pavilion, who then sent them to various parts of the Rouge Kingdom.
The battle of attacking the heart attacks not only the hearts of monks of the Zhengyi sect, but also the hearts of secular mortals.
Most mortals in this world have very simple wishes.
Have enough food and clothing, and have no worries about food and clothing.
If you can become an immortal on the mountain, it will be like smoke rising from your ancestral graves; if you can study and gain fame, it will be like honoring your ancestors.
What the Thousand Demons Sect is doing now is inciting the hearts of the secular mortals in Rouge Kingdom.
In just one month, students in the Thousand Demons Sect Academy copied more than 10,000 family letters, and those family letters followed the merchant ships of Yanyun Pavilion and landed in towns and villages across the Rouge Kingdom.
"Hey, have you heard that the daughter of the old Lin family in the east of the village has a promising future? Her daughter is now working as a cook in the Thousand Demons Sect. I heard that food and accommodation are included, and she can get ten taels of silver a month!
"
"What? Shiliang, my God, is it true?"
"I'm going to lie to you. I just came from Lao Lin's house and saw Lao Lin counting his silver. Good guy, with two bags, there are seventy or eighty taels of silver!"
"Hey, I'll go and find out!"
On the other side, an ancestral hall in a village was filled with people. An old man sat tapping his cane to silence the crowd.
"Everyone has read the letter from home. This time we will discuss whether to move the village."
"Moving, my children mentioned it in the letter. Now the small fishing village has meat for every meal and the children have books to read. Life was like a fairy. Anyway, we must move to the big house!"
"The Thousand Demons Sect is indeed not some treacherous and evil fairy family. I heard from my daughter that they are organized and disciplined, and they even help the villagers cut rice!"
"It used to be said that the monks of the Thousand Demons Sect were all big demons, evil spirits who could eat people without blinking an eye. This was all a lie. We lived well in the small fishing village. My aunt married and moved to the small fishing village. Now life is better than
The high-ranking officials in the imperial court are quite comfortable. Last time she sent me a bag of rice, from Ge Laozi, and the cooked rice was as big as my fingernails!"
In the ancestral hall, people were chattering and discussing. Because they had learned from the small fishing village, their opinions were surprisingly unanimous.
Move, move every village, and move as soon as possible, otherwise the good land will be taken away by other villages, and Huanghua Village will have to eat from others.
"Ahem, then I will reply to the village chief of the small fishing village now."
This letter wishing to move to Guyun Mountain was delivered to the hands of the small fishing village chief, Old Man Jiang, along with the carriage, and then fell into the hands of Lin Yanli through the help of Old Man Jiang.
Immediately, Lin Yanli slapped his thigh and allocated the location next to the small fishing village to Huanghua Village. Then he asked the second elder Ouyang Yue to lead five Xianjia ferries to Huanghua Village and move more than 80 people from Huanghua Village to Qianmo
Zong.
It was a sunny day. Amidst the sweet smell of rice, the village chiefs of the small fishing village and Huanghua Village met under a peach tree.
The two of them burst into tears, and this moment was recorded on a photo stone by a disciple of the Thousand Demons Sect, and was named "Peach Blossom Promise".
With the photographic stone as a record, impoverished villages across Rouge Country set off a relocation boom.
Since the Thousand Demons Sect can only accommodate a limited number of villages, some villages even fought for a spot, leading to village fighting.
At the same time, many disciples of the Zhengyi sect were forced to stay at home when they returned home to visit relatives.
"Son, look at the old Liu family next door. You and his son are both immortal masters on the mountain. Why is there such a big difference?"
"Hmph, his son is the devil of the Thousand Demons Sect, how can he be compared to an upright monk like me!"
"But, his family is rich now. The road in the village was built by his family this time. Moreover, I heard that their family will go to the Immortal Mountain to enjoy their blessings in a few days. Son, why don't you switch to the Thousand Demons Sect?
!”
"ah……"
"Whether you change or not, if you don't, we will sever our relationship and we will treat you as if we don't have our son!"
"ah!!!"
Conversations like this happen all over Rouge Country.
The Thousand Demons Sect delivers letters, secular mortals receive them, and disciples of the Zhengyi Sect who return home to visit relatives are scolded at home.
Such a cycle...
As a result, many disciples of the Zhengyi sect who were frightened by their parents' scoldings refused to participate in the crusade against the Thousand Demons Sect, and even began to rethink the Lujiacun massacre.
Lin Yanli sat on the futon in the side hall, watching the news from his disciples and couldn't stop laughing.
She also didn't expect that her mind-attacking tactics would stun the Zhengyi faction.
Although in the middle of the process, the Zhengyi Sect made some articles on the Lujia Village Massacre, which brought some trouble to the Thousand Demons Sect.
But the Thousand Demons Sect, which had already grasped the trend of public opinion, quickly gained the upper hand.
Lin Yanli climbed up, his eyes twinkling.
In this world, many practitioners consider themselves to be extraordinary and superior, without any concern for the feelings of ordinary people.
They have forgotten that ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are mortals, and practitioners only account for one percent of them.
She, Lin Yanli, borrowed the sharp knife of a mortal and pierced the chests of those Zhengyi monks who claimed to be extraordinary, letting them know how much they weighed.
At this time, several messenger flying swords landed on Lin Yanli's desk. These were replies from other demonic sects.
After opening it and reading it, Lin Yanli snorted coldly.
These days, she has been negotiating with other demon sects.
These major demonic sects are either very open-minded, or they are simply unwilling to offend the Immortal Alliance.
On the contrary, some small sects supported Thousand Demons Sect and even sent many spiritual stones and elixirs to Thousand Demons Sect.
There was a huge difference between the two, which made Lin Yanli feel angry.
In the past, when the Thousand Demons Sect was the leader, the major sects would shout one by one as the Holy Sect. Now, the Thousand Demons Sect has become lonely and has adopted a condescending attitude.
"Hmph, wait until I have my hands free and I will teach you a lesson!" Lin Yanli clenched his fists and put all the communication flying swords into his storage bag.
At this time, nine bells rang in the air. Lin Yanli raised his head and walked out of the door very seriously.
She stood on the top of Lihe Mountain, the strong wind blowing her clothes wildly. Watching the flying boat slowly approaching like a black dot in the distance, she threw down a small black flag.