In the Julu Mohe tribe, Chi Yao received the most solemn reception.
Although it is nothing more than roasted mutton and milk wine, for the grassland tribes in the middle of winter, this is already a rare luxury.
After all, most of the time they even need to actively abandon useless elders in the tribe to reduce their own supply burden.
Chi Yao did not refuse. This was his purpose. The reason why he did not go directly to the headquarters of the shamanism was to build momentum for himself first and let the other party take the initiative to search. The change of subject and guest would make it easier to control.
So after a full meal, Chi Yao said goodbye.
"Ah? Your Excellency, won't you come with us?"
The leader of the Julu Mohe tribe looked panicked, "Is there something we did wrong that made you dissatisfied? As long as you say it, we will change it! Please don't abandon us!"
Not only him, but the other herdsmen of the Julu Mohe tribe who were sitting next to him had even knelt on the ground, begging Chi Yao not to leave.
But this is obviously impossible.
Chi Yao gently flicked his sleeves, and the strong energy turned into a strong wind and pushed everyone kneeling in front to both sides. Then he stepped forward and said in a manly voice: "I am here to help more grassland people survive this cold winter.
It is impossible to stop because of a certain tribe. The blessing of the Immortal Heaven has been given, and the next road must be walked by yourself."
In the wind and snow, Chi Yao was getting farther and farther away, but his figure became taller and taller.
"Holy One! We will remember your teachings! We will live up to the blessings of the Immortal Heaven!"
The leader of the Julu Mohe tribe suddenly shouted loudly, and then all the herdsmen of the Julu Mohe tribe saluted in unison.
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After leaving the Julu Mohe tribe, Chi Yao repeated his old tricks, and again and again, and received almost the same treatment. As these tribes continued to interact with other tribes, his reputation as a saint also spread rapidly.
Come.
Although tribes who have not personally experienced it are still skeptical, almost one-fifth of the tribes have begun to spread such stories——
A saint from the Immortal Heaven keeps moving forward in the wind and snow. As long as you meet him, you will receive the blessing of the god and survive the cold winter safely.
When the rumors spread to such a scale, it would be difficult not to attract the attention of the real powerful forces on the grassland.
Daguangming Temple.
This is the headquarters of Manichaeism.
In the Fire Worship Hall, the Sutra Hall, the Zhai Lecture Hall, the Professor Hall, the Sick Monk Hall and many other seats were gathered together, with the two envoys of light and darkness at the head. It can be said that except for the Pope, everyone was present.
"Everyone, you must have heard about the Immortal Angel, right?"
When the Pope is no longer around, the Messenger of Light has the highest status, and he took the lead in initiating this opportunity.
"Huh, it's just a little trick of shamanism to deceive itself and others. It's easy to worry too much."
The leader of Jingtu Hall shook his head, "Now that the leader is so powerful in the royal court and has firmly suppressed the Great Shaman Festival, it is normal for them to come up with some extra tricks to try to break the situation. Why should we care?"
As soon as he said this, he immediately won the approval of most people.
Although the essential method of religion to attract believers is to fake miracles to deceive, there are also some basic rules to follow when making up stories.
For example, the sound is loud, the frequency is low, the details are blurred, etc.
How could it be like the current rumors that he kept visiting herdsmen tribes and even spread the news about what the saint likes to eat? Isn't this just waiting to be exposed?
The Dark Messenger also expressed his agreement: "Yes, the situation of shamanism is probably even worse than what we know, and they have already begun to seek medical treatment in a hurry. We will let them continue to do it. As long as they expose it at the last moment, they will
You will understand what it means that the higher you stand, the harder you fall!"
Everyone is just playing tricks, and it’s okay to be unprepared. Such high-frequency fraud is just like sticking their butts out and twisting them left and right, and even if they don’t kick them, they can’t show off such a good posture.
After saying this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heated, and some people even started to compete for the position of exposing the false god.
"Ahem, just be quiet."
At this time, the Guangshan Messenger who presided over the meeting cleared his throat and concluded, "Since everyone has the same opinion, let's do this for the time being. But for the sake of safety, we still need to send someone to the royal court to report to the leader."
"yes."
Everyone had no objections. This was the right thing to do. Anyway, the leader would definitely not compete with them for the opportunity to expose false miracles...right?
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Although shamanism gradually fell behind in the battles in the royal court, as a primitive religion that advocates the simplest beliefs, their spread among the people is still deeply rooted.
So it was no slower than the Manichaeans to get the news.
Surrounded by various totem poles, the top leaders of shamanism also gathered together for a rare occasion.
"Everyone, is the so-called Immortal Angel the wizard under your command?"
After the Great Witch Festival hurriedly summoned his subordinates, he immediately criticized him.
When he heard the news, he was very angry, thinking that one of his subordinates had made a stupid move after seeing that his sect was at a disadvantage in the royal court, so he quickly called everyone to gather urgently to try to make up for the situation.
But to his surprise, he didn't see any guilty or proud expressions on the faces of his subordinates. Instead, they were all at a loss.
"Didn't you do it?"
The great witch priest frowned.
"Reporting to the Great Witch Festival, we just found out about this not long ago."
"You have told us not to act rashly during this period."
"We don't know either!"
The chattering voices made the great wizard fall into deep thought. Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"
This exclamation instantly silenced the noisy voices below, and everyone turned their attention to the great wizard whose expression changed dramatically.
"I'm afraid this is a Manichaean conspiracy! That guy Mingzun is so ruthless! He wants to destroy our foundation at the lower level in one fell swoop!"
The more I thought about the Great Witch Festival, the more frightened I became, and my whole body was shaking with anger.
After hearing this, the other witch priests gradually came to their senses. One of the shaman priests holding a sheep-headed witch staff asked tentatively: "Great shaman priest, is that man pretending to be a Manichae? But he helped us spread our reputation so much."
, what are the benefits?”
"Help us promote our reputation? Humph!"
The great wizard snorted angrily, "The lower class herdsmen are the foundation of our religion. Although Manichaeism is temporarily appreciated by King Khan, as long as our foundation is not lost, we can always regain our status in the royal court in the future. But if we lose thousands
We are really finished with the herdsmen’s faith! It’s hard to gain faith, but it’s easy to destroy it. They want to drain the bottom of the cauldron!”
He waved his magic wand and walked around, walking faster and faster.
"No, Sheep Spirit! Wolf Spirit! You two immediately put down everything you are doing and go find that person quickly. You must not let the Manichaeans get there first!"
"yes!"
Two priests holding sheep-headed and wolf-headed witchcraft staffs responded respectfully.