Chapter 431: Master of the Ming Cult, Divine Body Protection
Among these glances, some were envious, some were surprised, some were unwilling, and some were unconvinced.
Fang La's martial arts qualifications were only at the upper-middle level among all the helmsmen, so why did Master Zhong call him in first?
Fang La recognized that the young man in white robe was Zhong Xiang, the son of Master Zhong. Although he was secretly surprised, he did not show it and just walked slowly inside.
"Have you always been good, Captain Fang?"
The helmsman somewhere in the crowd suddenly took this opportunity to speak, as if he had just seen Fang La enter the yard.
But Fang La had been standing alone in the courtyard for a long time. This man just spoke now, but he was somewhat flattering.
As soon as the helmsman said this, the crowd snorted coldly, obviously extremely dissatisfied with this man's performance.
Fang La, on the other hand, smiled and looked at the direction where the voice came from, and said loudly: "It turns out to be Captain Yanzhou Wang! I wonder if Captain Yu of Quzhou is here too?"
The captain Wang suddenly blushed. Quzhou and Yanzhou are adjacent, and the captain of Quzhou is a woman, called Yu Wupo. The captains of all the roads in the south of the Yangtze River have heard that Wang Cang and Yu Wupo are somewhat unclear.
The relationship is ambiguous.
Fang La named Yu Wupo in his words, and naturally he was mocking Wang Cang for not doing his job properly and only talking about love affairs; now seeing that Fang La was the first one to be called in, he immediately flattered her.
"The helmsman of the labor force is concerned, and the fifth wife is here."
At this moment, a middle-aged woman's voice floated in from the door of the courtyard.
Fang La turned around in astonishment. A middle-aged woman in white robe floated in from the door of the courtyard. She had big hands and feet. Who could she be if she wasn't Yu Wupo?
The leaders of the Ming Cult have always been men, so this time although Leader Zhong ordered people to notify all the leaders in the south of the Yangtze River, no one saw Yu Wupo, and they all thought that she would not come back at all.
I never expected that Mrs. Yu would actually come.
Everyone felt a sense of excitement about watching a good show. Fang La had already encountered a problem before he entered.
Everyone is looking forward to how Fang La will face and respond.
I saw Fang La saluting Yu Wupo in a serious manner: "Fang was so quick to speak that he bumped into Captain Yu. I'm extremely sorry!"
After saying that, he saluted Wangcang and said, "Fang is so quick to speak, I offend you!"
Quzhou and Yanzhou are both small places, and Fang La's qualifications and martial arts are much higher than the two of them. But for this joke, Fang La took it seriously and apologized seriously, which immediately aroused everyone's praise.
Yu Wupo nodded secretly and said to Fang La: "Master Fang's words are serious, but they are just some jokes. Since Master Zhong has been summoned, Master Fang had better go in as soon as possible. Don't get caught up in trivial matters."
After hearing what Yu Wupo said, everyone secretly supported Fang La. Fang La's two apologies in exchange for two supports turned out to be a great deal.
Zhong Xiang smiled slightly, and then continued what Yu Wupo said: "Master Fang, please go in and see Master Zhong."
Fang La then made a bow, also known as the Sifang Yi: "Everyone, see you soon."
This caused all the helmsmen to return the favor one after another, while a few qualified ones like Mr. Fang La only nodded slightly.
Zhong Xiang led Fang La inside. Fang La was secretly surprised when he saw that the door of the house was closed tightly, and there was a faint scent of medicine coming from inside.
It turns out that the eighth-generation leader, Zhong Wanchou, is extremely talented, has extremely high attainments in martial arts, and has a magical body-protecting skill. He has always been in good health. Although he is over sixty years old, his spirit is no less than that of a young man.
When the news came out, Fang La only said that the leader of Zhong was tired of secular affairs and wanted to resign as the leader to study martial arts. Fang La never believed that he would die soon.
But this scent of medicine proved that Fang La's idea was completely wrong.
"Could it be that the leader was injured?" Fang La hesitated and asked Zhong Xiang, "Could it be that he was plotted by his enemies?"
Faced with Fang La's question, Zhong Xiang just shook his head, stood still outside the door and said: "Master Fang, if you push the door and go in, you will know everything."
Fang La pushed the door open with deep suspicion and walked in. The aroma of medicine that came to him became very strong. Medicine was being fried on the stove next to it, and a servant was looking after it carefully.
There was a person sitting cross-legged on the bed in front, but he was hidden behind the curtain.
When the servant waiting next to him saw that Fang La was coming, he hurriedly opened the curtain, and a voice came from inside: "Master Fang, are you here?"
Fang La could clearly hear that this was Zhong Wanchou, the eighth generation leader of the Ming Cult, and his voice was full of anger, not like an injured person at all.
"Fang pays homage to the leader." Fang La bowed his head respectfully.
But I heard Zhong Wanchou sigh and say: "These red tapes can be avoided if possible!"
Fang La raised his head after hearing this and looked at Zhong Wanchou. He saw the leader sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a sheepskin in his hand. His face was as red as blood. Not only did he not look sick, but he also looked very healthy.
"Come here! Take a seat!"
Fang La sat down and looked at Zhong Wanchou's face again. He saw that Master Zhong's face was suddenly livid, but the livid color on his face disappeared as soon as it appeared, and immediately turned into blood red, green and red, in the blink of an eye.
Indirectly changed three times in succession.
"Leader, what are you..."
Fang La was shocked. Zhong Wanchou changed his face several times in an instant. He was obviously practicing a very clever skill, but he didn't know why something went wrong.
Zhong Wanchou smiled bitterly and said: "Master Fang, have you noticed it?" He held the sheepskin in his hand as he said: "I am obsessed with martial arts, and I can never forget this magical skill. I couldn't help but try it, and finally on the fourth floor.
Something went wrong and I couldn't control the transformation of my true energy."
Fang La also knew some secrets within the sect, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it the magical power of the Great Shift of the Universe that the sect leader is practicing?"
"It is this magical skill that kills people without paying for it." Zhong Wanchou nodded and said: "Since the establishment of this sect, several leaders have gone crazy because of this skill and passed away quietly. I have been obsessed with martial arts all my life. From the hands of the previous leader
Once I get this piece of sheepskin, I don't want to try it every day, but there are many affairs in the church, so I have been putting it off until this year. I didn't expect that I still can't escape my fate."
Fang La looked at the sheepskin with no words on it and sighed: "Is there nothing we can do?"
This sheepskin can be said to be a secret of the Ming Cult leader, which has been passed down from generation to generation and is not known to outsiders. However, several leaders became obsessed with this magical skill and were at a loss what to do.
Originally, only the leader could practice this magical skill, but if this continues, this magical skill has no meaning for its existence.
Zhong Wanqiu chuckled and said: "I'm obsessed with it, and my true qi goes crazy several times every day. In recent days, my true qi goes wrong more and more times, so I can only struggle to support it. I carefully reviewed this magical skill, and there are actually many flaws in it.
It seems that a lot of it was deliberately deleted, or maybe it was not copied completely when it was passed down... But you can't know it unless you practice it."
Fang La saw that Zhong Wanchou had said so much, and he actually wanted to pass on the position of leader to himself.
Thinking of the vision he saw in the water before leaving, Fang La, who originally had no intention of becoming a leader, couldn't help but feel a little moved.
"As long as you are the leader of Mingjiao, you can raise your arms and gather the power of all the sects in the south of the Yangtze River!" Fang La thought to himself: "Then he will be like what he saw in the water. He will call himself a king and make Mingjiao the state religion.
Why worry about Mingjiao not flourishing?"
When Fang La thought about leaving Mingjiao hymns on the bricks of Bianliang City, his blood boiled and he couldn't help himself.
Seeing this, Zhong Wanchou smiled slightly and said, "It seems that Captain Fang has understood my intention of calling you in."
Fang La crossed his arms on the chair and waited for the old leader to continue.
"It is true that you are not the most famous in the church, nor are you the oldest." Zhong Wanchou said with a smile: "But you have an advantage that no one else can match... I have just understood it from your eyes.
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Fang La didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
Zhong Wanchou's expression suddenly changed several times, and he hurriedly used his kung fu to suppress the chaotic zhenqi. After a long time, he spoke again: "What if you become the leader of the cult?"
"Save the people from fire and water, and let the sect spread all over the world." Fang La blurted out without hesitation: "Fang must do his best to make this sect flourish."
Zhong Wanchou said happily: "If this is true, I can rest assured... There is only one thing. You must not touch this magical power of shifting the universe! Make an oath!"
Fang La stood up, knelt on the ground, and immediately swore: "If Fang La makes false claims, his family will be wiped out, and he will fall into darkness forever!"
The teachings of Mingjiao are that good and evil are not mutually exclusive, good is light, evil is darkness, and light will definitely defeat darkness. Believers who believe in Mingjiao should work hard to do good, in order to eventually move towards light and a world of bliss.
Fang La made this oath. In Zhong Wanchou's view, it was indeed an oath that could never be broken. He nodded with great satisfaction and said, "Get up."
Fang La stood up, and Zhong Wanchou said again: "Come forward."
Fang La followed his words and walked into the bed. Zhong Wanchou threw the piece of sheepskin to Fang La and said: "Even if you can't practice this skill, you must know the secret. The words on this sheepskin must be fed with blood before they can be revealed.
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Fang La couldn't refuse, and asked: "Since this thing is harmful to people, why not destroy it?"
"How is this possible!" Zhong Wanchou had a look of horror on his face when he heard what Fang La said: "This sheepskin came from the Persian General Altar. Master Hulu brought it with it. It must not be damaged! If the General Altar sends an envoy,
If you come to this sect to look for this magical skill, how should you deal with it?"
Fang La put the piece of sheepskin into his arms: "It is said that the number of followers of the Persian General Altar is decreasing day by day. Even if there are some flaws in this magical work, when the religion develops, you can go to the Persian General Altar to question it!"
Zhong Wanchou then nodded and said: "This is true. After you become the leader of the church, you should be able to do it yourself."
Fang La was about to persuade Zhong Wanchou to have a good rest, when he saw Zhong Wanchou's face flash three or four times, and suddenly he sang: "Burn my broken body, the blazing holy fire. How happy is life, how painful is death? Do good and eliminate evil.
, But I teach clearly. Joy and sorrow all return to the dust. Have mercy on my people, there are many sorrows."
As soon as the singing stopped, Zhong Wanchou closed his eyes and passed away suddenly.
Fang La knew that the old leader had broken his heart, so he couldn't help but sigh and turned around, only to see Zhong Xiang waiting at the door with tears in his eyes.