"You are simply raising prices from the ground -" the girl in red once again voiced doubt.\\First published on 9vk.com\\
Min Zhanlian sneered: "Why, your religion doesn't have any rules about superiority and inferiority?"
These words were harsh and provocative, and the middle-aged man's eyes showed hatred. But the girl in red was not a simple subordinate, but a protector sent from the Shandong General Altar. Although she was young and had no status,
He is tall, but he is not someone he can scold casually.
"I agree to this condition." He nodded.
"There is also daily food," Min Zhanlian said. "There is almost nothing for anyone to eat here, so you have to be responsible for preparing it. There are vegetables, meat, wine and tea."
"Easy to say." The middle-aged man gestured, and someone next to him brought a folding note.
"This is a discount from Wang's old store on County Street in the city. We have prepared a courtyard for you. All food and drink expenses will be recorded on the discount."
"Nice job." Min Zhanlian expressed satisfaction, "How can I find you or contact you if I need anything?"
"Go to the back of Wang's old store and draw a talisman, and someone will naturally contact you." The middle-aged man said, "You will never see me again in the future. If something happens, it will be this messenger who will contact you."
In the afternoon, all Min Zhanlian's men arrived at the Wang family's old store. After showing the coupons, the waiter welcomed them in without saying a word and brought them tea and water. They were very busy. The tea and water were all ready, as if they were ordered.
They all retreated from the yard.
Min Zhanlian's men were not busy washing or changing clothes. They were just checking the room and courtyard to see if there was anything suspicious. After a while, the middle-aged man with a local accent came back.
"It's not a black shop." He whispered, "It's indeed an old shop."
"Um."
"I just went to the back and took a look around. The shopkeeper's family is also a believer."
Min Zhanlian nodded: "As expected."
The middle-aged man he brought was from southern Shandong and was very familiar with the local situation. He hired him specially after he took on this job. This man has been in the underworld for many years and has full experience in the world.
After he retired, the oldest knight - Min Zhanlian politely called him "Uncle He" - came in and reported that everything had been settled. Messages were placed on the doors, windows, and eaves. He was Min Zhanlian's manager, and was responsible for
Responsible for all the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the team. Because of the great responsibility, he is Min Zhanlian's confidant.&*.
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"Those who are fine will now take turns to rest. Let the ears and eyes go out to find out the news!" Min Zhanlian said with concern, "We have to take a good look at what kind of god this Taoist Taoist Master is."
The ears and eyes are three unattractive people, two men and one woman. They all have ordinary looks that cannot leave any impression at first glance. They are good at makeup and disguise, and can learn from all kinds of religions.
"Yes," Uncle He responded, and then whispered: "I wonder if the food and wine here are clean?"
"There should be no problem." Min Zhanlian said in a deep voice, "Since we have no grievances and have no grudges, and they paid us to kill people, why did they come to harm us first?"
"It's better to be careful," said Uncle He. "It is said that the remnants of the White Lotus Sect have witchcraft, so be on guard against drugging us."
Min Zhanlian chuckled: "Uncle He, you are overthinking it. It is true that they can do some magic, but major events in the world have never been achieved by magic. Not to mention Xu Hongru, who was defeated ten years ago, Zhang Jiao's Taoism -
―Even the imperial court at that time fell to the ground. Millions of Yellow Turbans rose up in rebellion, but they were defeated. The more afraid you are, the more troublesome they are - if you don't blame them, they will fail."
While he was talking, someone suddenly came to report that a guest had come to pay his respects.
"Please." Min Zhanlian nodded. Needless to say, this must be a messenger from the sect, bringing new news.
The person who came was indeed a messenger from the religion, the girl in red just now.
But at this time, in order to cover people's eyes and ears, she had put on a black cloak.
"Did the girl bring any new news?"
"The person you want to deal with is giving up medicine in the soup kitchen every day to see a doctor," the girl said without any courtesy or address, with a cold face, "The altar wants you to use the most bizarre method to kill him.
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"When it comes to weird methods, I'm afraid ordinary people like us don't have such a Taoist practice." Min Zhanlian said with a smile, "I'm afraid it would be more appropriate for you to teach all kinds of strange magic."
"That's not what you said," the girl said with a toothy smile, "it won't be a big deal."
Min Zhanlian suddenly became alarmed. He said these words before having a cup of tea. There were hidden traps in front and behind the house where he lived. There was no secret tunnel here, so there was absolutely no way that anyone would be lurking and eavesdropping - this woman actually
can hear!
"This is difficult to handle..."
"Humph, don't you just want money?" The girl sneered, "Isn't it you who committed the crime of the owner of the Qingcheng Mountain Horse Castle and committed suicide with his whole family? I'll give you fifty taels of silver, and I'll make sure that he dies in a grand manner."
―Death by divine punishment.”
Zhang Yingchen didn't know yet that someone wanted to "kill" him. Although there were suspicious people watching him, Zhang Yingchen felt that he had not done anything to irritate other people. No matter who the other party was, they would not kill him.
He hadn't considered that there might be some local sects who wanted to kill him out of competition. This possibility always existed.
There are many types of Huidao sects in Shandong. The big ones include Wenxiang Sect and Luo Sect. As for the various branches, Huidao Sect has many names. Wenxiang Sect is very famous and powerful. Xu Hongru of White Lotus Sect is Wenxiang Sect in Jizhou, Hebei.
Disciple of Xiang Cult Master Wang Sen. The White Lotus Sect has been operating latently in Shandong for more than 20 years, with more than two million followers. It is deeply intertwined and powerful. After the failure of the uprising in the second year of Tianqi, the White Lotus Sect suffered a heavy blow in Shandong. However,
The remnant party still had strength and continued to lurk, waiting to rise. In the second year of Chongzhen's reign, the remnant party besieged Laiyang. In the same year, the remnant party Zhu Bingnan also attacked the government in Suizhou, Henan. As for Luo Jiao, he was born and raised: the founder was Luo Qing, a Shandong native, and he had a relatively high reputation among the canal transport soldiers.
It is strong and has many tribes.
Zhang Yingchen knew from reading historical materials that among several larger sects such as the Luo Sect, Wenxiang Sect, Hongyang Sect, Huangtian Sect, and Yiqizaoxiang Sect that were active in Shandong in the late Ming Dynasty, the Hongyang Sect had a prophecy of the doom of the red sheep and claimed to be the
Luo Jiao is inherited and prefers to take the upper-class route; Yiqi Zaoxiang Sect is more like a shamanistic Taoism, and has always claimed not to participate in rebellions; on the other hand, Huangtian Sect, founded by Tiger Eye Zen Master Li Bin during the Jiajing Period, was very close to Li Chuang in the late Ming Dynasty, and
During the missionary activities in the late Ming Dynasty, he spread prophecies such as the Eighteen Sons for Li Chuang.
"I wonder who would kill me?" This is what Zhang Yingchen has been thinking about recently. He currently has more information about Luo Jiao and is more timely. There are some former Luo Jiao believers in the Catholic Church in Shandong. Of course, it seems that
It was the result of their confusing the Catholic Madonna worship with the belief in the Inanimate Mother. As a result, Lu Wenyuan was able to get a lot of information from them and send it to him.
But this did not improve his situation at all. The three beggars guarded the front and back doors of the Taoist temple every day, and as soon as he went out, he would feel someone following him behind him. No matter where he went, he would encounter people of different genders, old and young, secretly following him.
Peeping. Several nights he was awakened by the slightest sound of footsteps on the roof.
Zhang Yingchen was very surprised - obviously his status with the other party has been greatly improved. It is very likely that an action against him is being planned.
He didn't know what his opponent planned to do. He could kill him at any time. The opponent didn't draw his bow, and obviously had the intention of forcing him to walk.
After all, Zhang Yingchen did not have the consciousness to prepare for martyrdom at any time. While eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bodyguards who applied, he had to seriously consider leaving this place.
However, his missionary personnel have not yet arrived. If he just leaves like this, all the hard work he has spent on treating diseases and saving people these days will be lost - he is reluctant to bear it.
On this day, he had just returned from the porridge market when he saw a sedan parked at the entrance of the Taoist temple. Ming Qing and several people dressed as servants were waiting for him.
It turns out that there is a big shop in the north of the city, and there is a gentleman named Zhuang Qian in the shop. He was originally an official in Beijing, and he recently returned to his hometown after becoming an official. The county magistrate and the gentry just went to see him.
I wanted to invite him to come out to help the victims, but I didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang was infected with the epidemic soon after returning to his hometown and became ill. His family heard that Zhang Yingchen had excellent medical skills, so they sent someone to invite him.
Zhang Yingchen couldn't help but perked up when he heard that a Jin gentry had invited him. When he went to a Jin gentry's house to see a doctor, he could eat and drink a lot. The days of living in a shabby house, eating black pancakes and drinking bitter water could finally take a break for a few days. What's more, staying in the land of a Jin gentry
The enclosure is safer than here. I immediately packed up the medicinal materials and took my disciples there.
When I arrived at Dadianzhuang's house, I saw a doctor. It turned out that Mr. Zhuang just suffered from the heat, coupled with careless eating, and suffered from diarrhea. He had symptoms of dehydration. Gradually, he began to lose food and water.
This is nothing to Zhang Yingchen - a lot of people have been suffering from this disease recently, and he has figured out a complete set of effective treatment plans, plus the "special medicine" in his hand, it is a cure-all.
So Zhang Yingchen once again enjoyed the treatment of a "distinguished guest". Although he was used to the respect and preferential treatment from patients, in this place right now, the respect from the rich was much more beneficial than the respect from the starving people who were dying of hunger.
Zhang Yingchen found that this place was much better than the broken Taoist temple: it was only three or four miles away from the city, and it was very convenient to go to the porridge and nearby for medical treatment and missionary work. Dadianzhuang was also a small area, and ordinary strangers couldn't get in. At least he
The chance of being beheaded while sleeping would be much less. At that moment, many "symptoms" were mentioned, which frightened Mr. Zhuang and his family members. In short, Mr. Zhuang's disease must be cured for a long time, otherwise it will be easy
Repeatedly. So the Taoist priest naturally settled down in the house at the invitation of Mr. Zhuang and the earnest entreaties of his family members. However, he continued to rent the place in the Po Taoist Temple in case of emergency needs.