The trees are lush and green, and the shadows provide shade.
A ray of red light suddenly appeared, gathering in front of Yang Chaoxi and Luo Changqing. A purple skirt and emerald green shirt appeared. A jade-faced neck was sitting on it. He looked at the two people with a smile: "Luo Changqing, since you survived the disaster,
, why don’t you join up with your brothers in the religion? Do you know what the punishment will be if you leave the religion privately?”
Luo Changqing's expression changed greatly, and he said tremblingly: "There are rules in the teachings, and those who leave the teachings privately and do not return, once they are caught... they should be placed under the scorching sun and kneel on a stone for three days. If they are hungry, they will be fed raw rice, and if they are thirsty, they will be given water."
Use strong salt water... If you don't die within three days, you will be forgiven by the Lord of God and can return to Christianity, but you must be removed from the teaching position..."
After Yang Zhaoxi heard this, he felt chills in his heart: No wonder among Zoroastrian religions, no one avoids the ax when facing the enemy, and few people are afraid of death to defect. These strange and torturous punishments alone can make people intimidated and dare not have the slightest dissent.
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It should be noted that uncooked rice is difficult to digest. If you swallow too much, it will easily lead to bloating and abdominal pain. People who have been exposed to the scorching sun will inevitably become thirsty. But the more you drink concentrated salt water, the thirstier you will become. If you drink too much, it will corrode the stomach pouch...
...People who receive this punishment may not feel uncomfortable at first, but later on, they will feel that life is worse than death.
Liu Xiaomu raised her slender lips: "My memory is not bad! So when you enter the city this time, are you going to Zuo Jiaofang to deliver the talisman letter? Or are you going to Zoroastrianism to receive the punishment?"
Luo Changqing's expression changed and he was silent for a long time, but Yang Zhaoxi answered on his behalf: "Protector Luo wanted to cheat his death and abandon his religion, and then sold his house and property so that he could become a Buddhist monk!"
Luo Changqing's face became darker and he still said nothing. Liu Xiaomu did not get to the bottom of it, but looked at Yang Chaoxi and said, "What about you, little Taoist priest? Why are you rushing on the road in such a hurry?"
Yang Zhaoxi had already guessed that she must have been peeping at him for a long time, so she couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "Asking even though you know it!"
Liu Xiaomu covered his mouth and chuckled: "The little Taoist priest is also concise. It's just that Aunt Lu asked me to pass on a message to you. Even if the real murderer is Guan Dashi, you must not hurt him at all."
"Why?!" Yang Chaoxi's expression suddenly changed.
"Because this Yangliu Villa can be without Yang Shaoxia, but it can't be without Guanli Zheng. Don't you hear that 'it's better to be a peace dog than to cause chaos and leave people'? The villagers in the village have managed to escape the war. How can we allow you to be alone?"
Personal hatred makes the chickens and dogs restless and ruins their peaceful life?"
Liu Xiaomu's words were sincere and had a touch of Lu Qiuniang's charm.
Yang Chaoxi knew that what she said was true, and frowned: "Then you show up now to prevent me from taking revenge?!"
Liu Xiaomu chuckled: "Exactly."
Yang Chaoxi's anger gradually grew, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "If I insist on revenge, I don't believe you can stop me at any time!"
Liu Xiaomu raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, revealing a row of crystal-like teeth: "Auntie has been doing nothing lately, so she happened to be keeping an eye on you and not letting you do anything rashly."
Yang Zhaoxi was furious: "Mind your own business!"
Before he finished speaking, his body turned into a gray shadow and ran a few feet away, completely ignoring Liu Xiaomu who was already itching his teeth.
When Luo Changqing saw Liu Xiaomu's skirt tightened and her embroidered shoes lightly lifted, she was about to chase Yang Chaoxi. She couldn't help but secretly rejoiced: Everyone in the sect knew that the saintly aunt valued Yang Shaoxia very much. There were even rumors that the two of them had already
He became a Taoist friend. At this time, they were quarreling with each other, and he must have no time to care about him. It was a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the opportunity to escape...
However, as my thoughts turned, I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my back. Immediately, my body became light, as if I was stepping on clouds and mist, and I was several feet above the ground in an instant, and was already above the forest.
The sun was shining down on his head, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. Only then did he realize that a weak, boneless jade hand was firmly grasping the belt on his back, holding him in his hand with a flying speed. The hot wind rushed towards his face, causing ripples on his cheeks.
Luo Changqing glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the rocks, vines, trees, and birds beneath him were all quickly thrown away. He could no longer hold back his fear and screamed loudly: "Ah~~~"
The warm wind blows slowly and the day gradually sets.
The city of Luoyang became increasingly sultry in the afternoon, and clouds drifting from the south hung in the sky. They accumulated thicker and thicker, turning from white to gray, as if a shower was brewing.
Most of the people working on the Tongyuan Canal were naked and cursing the sultry weather while lifting baskets of sand and stones and dumping them into the cabin.
When the cabin gradually filled up and the draft was extremely deep, five or six people on the boat each used poles and oars to transport the boatload of sand and gravel to the shore of the canal. Then they used iron shovels, wooden buckets, ropes, levers and other objects to separate the sand and gravel. piled on the shore.
After days of exposure to the sun, the faces and bodies of the common people have become tanned. Looking at it, there are only differences between tall and short, fat and thin, and there is no difference between ugly and handsome. Only the bad guards who patrol and supervise on the bank of the canal every day can Roughly identify the name or nickname of your husband.
Zhu Jieran, Huang Shuo, Zhuo Songtao and others, also shirtless and with dark faces, mingled among a boatload of "civilians". Sometimes they would be so hot that they would curse like other peasants, but most of the time they would just immerse themselves in their work. Suddenly they would look up in the air. The clouds suddenly glanced towards the east wall again, as if expecting something.
Time passed slowly and slowly amidst the sound of trumpets played by the civilians one after another. The sound of the trumpets also changed from vigorous to high-pitched, and from high-pitched to low, gradually revealing irreversible exhaustion.
The clouds in the sky continued to gather together, and they had gathered into a thick large piece. The vague skylight slowly penetrated through the blurred gaps, dividing the lead-colored clouds into several forces, each of which formed a formation to confront each other. The urging of the unscrupulous guards on the shore became more and more urgent. They just hoped that these civilian workers would quickly finish their assigned work for the day so that they could call it a day and go back. Otherwise, a sudden summer rain would not wet them all on the bank of the canal.
It's just that the sky didn't go as planned. The clouds had been gathering momentum for a long time, and they had hidden the day, and the whole world became dim. A few cool breezes passed over the canal, and many people were aroused with goosebumps. What's worse, , and even sneezed several times, obviously knowing that a shower was coming, so he quickly took out his robe from the bow of the boat and put it on to avoid contracting typhoid fever.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning ignited in mid-air, like a crack on a pottery pot or a porcelain bottle. It was fleeting. But the cold light shone across the earth in an instant. The working people couldn't help but raise their heads and marvel at the power of nature.
After a few breaths, the rumble of thousands of chariots passing through Tianjie suddenly sounded from all directions, shaking the soul and shaking the earth. You could still vaguely hear it from the nearby houses. After being frightened by the rolling thunder, I woke up and was heartbroken. The cry of a lung-splitting baby.
On the embankment, a row of elm trees swayed violently, as if frightened by this threat, and wanted to escape. However, their roots were grabbed by the earth, and they could not break free no matter what. They had to be trapped in place, struggling wildly, showing a desperate posture.
"Thunder-crack!"
Suddenly I saw a silver dragon breaking through the black clouds and rushing down!
At the moment when hundreds of people had no time to blink, a silver dragon, as thick as a water jar, had already scraped against the wall of the square and escaped into the water of the canal, causing a spray of water several feet high.
The civilians who had not yet landed felt their bodies go numb, and the strands of hair on their heads had stood up straight, as if they had been greatly frightened. When they looked again, they saw that a gap had been made in the wall, which was shattered by the wind and rain. It is particularly eye-catching on the Tongyuan Canal.
"It's incredible! The wind and thunder are blowing together, and the silver dragon is coming to the world! What kind of treasure is coming..."
While everyone was still stunned, someone didn't know who screamed. Immediately, the people on the shore were already carrying wooden shovels, barrels and other objects, and they were running towards the collapsed wall of the canal. Not to be outdone, the people in the middle of the country threw away their work one after another, jumped into the muddy water with a "plop, plop", and swam towards the shore.
Seeing this, the unscrupulous guards quickly waved their scabbards and knocked several civilians to the ground. However, the civilians were densely packed, like a possessed ant colony, and continued to rush towards the place where the silver dragon descended. Immediately, they knocked several criminals to the ground. Wei rushed down and before he could even let out a scream, he was trampled to the ground by countless feet and soon lost his breath.
Big raindrops fell down, pouring on the chest and back, and felt a chill to the bones. But the people seemed not to realize it, and had already surrounded the gap in the wall with water.
Under the square wall, in the originally calm canal, a shallow pit has been knocked out by the silver dragon. There is an ancient stele standing in the pit, but because it is covered with mud in many places, it is not possible to distinguish its original appearance for a while. The shallow pit is surrounded by It was surrounded by a circle of sludge, which effectively blocked the muddy water coming from all directions. Only then did this ancient monument of unknown origin finally see the light of day again.
Water comes out of the ancient monument, and the situation changes!
These "civilians" who were originally dull, dull, honest, or easy-going suddenly had a different look in their eyes. In just a few breaths, they spontaneously split into several strands. Some of them were staring at the ancient monuments in the pit, gearing up. Their eyes were eager; some were staring at other civilians with gloomy eyes and wary expressions.
The bad guards who followed closely behind finally gathered around, and the leader was Wu Hou Dong Zhongting. He cupped his hands to the person on the left and said: "Meng Quchang! As soon as this monument came out, it caused a strange phenomenon in the world. Extraordinary product! I will ask people to drive away the people. Let’s quickly take this stele and send it to the Henan government office so that we can ask Master Xiao for credit!"
Chief Meng Qu gave a wry smile: "Common people? Marquis Dong Wu, look carefully. Which of the people blocked here looks like a law-abiding citizen? Even though this monument is rare for thousands of years, I'm afraid it won't be easy to monopolize it today... Let's take a look first!" "
While they were talking, bad guards and subordinate officials had already brought bamboo hats and raincoats and put them on Dong and Meng.
The showers are getting heavier, like pouring water, but they can't extinguish the fire in many people's hearts!
The rainwater was like crazy, washing away the blue-gray body of the stele, and soon the mud was washed away. Those with sharp eyes have already seen that the first two sentences in the upper right corner of the ancient stele are:
Water is as tough as a sword, and a sword is as soft as water!
For a moment, many pairs of eyes seemed to be frozen, staring at the ancient monument in the rain without blinking. As if they were afraid that the monument would sprout a pair of wings and fly away in full view of the public.
"Ru Shui Sword Monument! It really is Ru Shui Sword Monument..."
"It turns out that the rumors in the world are not groundless!"
"After suffering from so many days of humiliation, I finally feel proud today! Hahaha..."
"Why do you want to get your hands on this monument? Get away quickly and don't provoke me to do anything!"
"Hmph! But I don't know what kind of person you are, you are so arrogant that you are not afraid of flashing your tongue..."
"Grandma is a bear! Do you want to do something?!"
"Guawazi! The old man will give you a ride..."
"..."
In an instant, the "civilians" were punching and kicking each other, and they were clashing. On the canal bank, wooden shovels and wooden barrels were flying across the river, and they were screaming in agony, which was drowned out by the heavy rain.
There are also "civilians" who are clear-headed, or have the idea of "keeping the oriole behind", and have long stayed away. They will only wait for these people to fight to determine the outcome, then they will swarm up and attack with all their strength.
Dong Zhongting looked at Meng Quchang with a look of astonishment on his face: "Didn't all those Jianghu knights suffer in that tragedy? Why do so many of them appear today?"
Chief Meng Qu shook his head and sighed: "The blame is on that 'Rushui Sword'. It has been rumored to be magical for more than a hundred years! Ordinary people naturally don't care, but many people with ulterior motives flock to it. As I expected, it's true." , among these 'civilians', there are not only the East Palace Guards, camp soldiers, vassal towns, Zoroastrian believers, Taoists, Zen practitioners, but maybe there are also spies from Uighur, Tubo, Silla and other countries who are involved..."
Before Meng Qu finished his long words, he saw Dong Zhongting look happy: "Hahaha! The reinforcements from Wuhou Pu have arrived!"