The Taoist priest in the telescope came out of the sedan with a bright smile, his movements were a little clumsy. Ming and Qing followed closely behind, fanning himself with a fan.
"Poor Taoist Zhang." Ye Mengyan thought of the full set of armor that Zhang Yingchen was wearing. These things were very hot under the Taoist robe. If it hadn't been for an ice pack to help cool down, Taoist Zhang would probably have suffered a heatstroke halfway through the journey.
In the telescope, Zhang Yingchen was surrounded by a group of people, saluting and walking inside. Ye Mengyan quite admired his courage. In his opinion, being "naked among wolves" like this was no different from dying.
Ye Mengyan patted the wheat gently: "Attention, all groups! The 'immortal' has already entered. Pay attention and observe!" Then he started calling again:
"Taoist priest, test!"
"Normal." The Taoist priest's voice came from the earphones.
In the next hour or so, Ye Mengyan felt as if he was watching a silent movie. This silent movie was long and boring. After a while, the Taoist priest was invited to the hall, and then he was invited to the banquet tent. A large group of people were there.
People kowtow in the incense hall, and incense smoke lingers. You can still vaguely hear the sounds of trumpets, gongs, drums, and flutes.
Zhang Yingchen tried his best to maintain his best demeanor in the telescope. Ye Mengyan could clearly see his impatient expression, probably because the protective equipment on his body was too hot.
After finally getting to the table, Zhang Yingchen was allowed to sit at the guest seat. Someone gave him a hand towel chilled with ice water. The whole morning's tossing made him a little exhausted. But it was not all without gain - some wavering incense masters and secretary incense
Some refused to kowtow in the first ceremony in the morning, and some felt that neither party could afford to offend them, so they simply hid or pretended to have heat stroke and could not attend.
This greatly increased Zhang Yingchen's confidence. He suddenly understood why the "leaders" of folk sects throughout the ages often had the idea of becoming emperors and conquering the world after their power expanded to a certain extent. They were infinitely worshiped by many people, and some were even willing to die.
Whatever. Is there anything more self-inflated than this? Even if you clearly know that you have no "magic power", you will still have the illusion that "fate is mine".
This situation was obviously beyond the expectations of Ma Weisan and Xuande. Zhang Yingchen's indifferent smile and polite behavior made them feel very troubled. According to the original plan, someone from the main forum should use his magic power to kill him on the spot.
Anyone who disobeys the order will be put to death. However, Zhang Yingchen's presence caused their plans to change.
"First we must destroy the prestige of this heretic!" Xuan De's opponent gave instructions, "Don't touch those traitors for the time being. Let's do it at the banquet..."
Seeing that Zhang Yingchen had already sat down at the banquet table, Ye Mengyan knew that he was about to take action. He asked his assistant.
"Wind speed and direction?"
"3.1 meters/second! Southwest wind!"
"distance?"
"It's 410.33 meters to the front of the stage."
He immediately began to calculate the ballistic trajectory - although he did not know the specific target to be shot, the target was definitely in this yard.
With a click, Ye Mengyan had already loaded the bullet. The assistant opened a rattan box he had with him and released all the cicadas inside.
The pine forest was immediately filled with the noise of a chorus of cicadas.
Although Zhang Yingchen was not aware of the other party's intentions, more and more people appeared in the mat tent. The stiff expressions on some people's faces indicated that the real drama was about to take place soon.
So far, there is nothing rude in the words and deeds of Ma Weisan and others. But judging from his dull expression, thinking twice about what he said, and leaving the scene from time to time, it is obvious that he is not the leader this time. The real leader should be
The general messenger who is still behind the scenes.
The table for the guests was the Eight Immortals table, and eight bowls and eight dishes were already served on each table. They were all big fish and meat. There were no wine cups, and large tea cups were used. It had the temperament of a green forest hero. Zhang Yingchen was guided to sit down as a distinguished guest.
The chief. There were men and women sitting with him, all of them had solemn expressions, and they were not in the mood to drink. Although the servants had poured the wine, the atmosphere on the table was unusually cold, with no one drinking or taking food.
Looking at the faces of the people at each table, they were all uncertain. Obviously, everyone knew that something big was going to happen next. Many people even cast their eyes directly on Zhang Yingchen.
I am being watched. Zhang Yingchen thought to himself. While he was thinking wildly, someone suddenly said:
"Niu Wugeng! Now that you have come to Xiangtang, how dare you not pay homage and offer incense?"
I heard that the voice that spoke was that of a woman. Zhang Yingchen quickly turned his eyes and saw that the person speaking was a young man. He was wearing a blue poplin gown and a white belt around his waist. Although he looked very elegant, his dress was unconventional and looked weird. Zhang Yingchen probably knew this.
It is the attire for traveling in the world. It is for the purpose of "bringing good looks".
There was a commotion among the people in the seats, and Zhang Yingchen knew from the hushed voices of his neighbors that this was a "incense-bearing messenger" who had "descended" from the general altar and had a high status.
The man called Niu Wugeng was a rustic middle-aged man. Zhang Yingchen recognized him: he was the incense owner of a local incense hall. He had recently come to "visit" him and expressed his desire to "convert." He was originally a small landowner.
, and now he has become poor due to constant floods, droughts, and famines. Because he feels that he has spared no effort in serving the sect over the years, and even though he did not help him during the famine years, he is still asked to continue to "serve" him, even including the expenses for relieving the refugees in Xiangtang.
He was dissatisfied with both the sect and Ma Weisan.
Zhang Yingchen knew that Niu Wugen was an ordinary farmer with no courage, and did not expect him to be "firm in faith", so he was not surprised when he appeared in Majiazhai. He did not expect that he would not go to pay homage today and offer incense. He couldn't help but be a little impressed by him.
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Niu Wugeng quickly stood up from his seat and trembled: "Messenger... master... is growing up, the little old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he just suffered from heat stroke..." He spoke incoherently and looked very scared.
He didn't expect Zhang Yingchen to be there, and was afraid that he would offend "Zhang Shenxian" by paying homage and offering incense. So he tried to escape from the heat stroke as an excuse. Unexpectedly, Ma Weisan would not let them go at all, and all those who claimed to have suffered from heat stroke would be punished.
Don't let go.
"If you don't worship the incense, you have already violated the law! You will be burned with fire from heaven! Do you know the crime?" The young man said with a stern voice and poked Niu Wugeng's nose with his finger.
"Little..." Niu Wugeng was speechless and stayed there, but his eyes were cast towards Zhang Yingchen. Zhang Yingchen knew that many wavering people were looking at him, and a slight stage fright would damage his reputation.
Although his force is powerful, sometimes reputation is more important than force. He coughed, and all the eyes of the audience were immediately focused on him.
Ye Mengyan was already drowsy when he was looking through the telescope, but suddenly he saw the Taoist priest standing up, and his spirits were immediately lifted. He quickly adjusted the focus. He saw Zhang Yingchen speaking righteously and speaking to a well-dressed person.
The strange boy said something.
Suddenly, there was a bang in the yard, the fire flickered and disappeared, and smoke filled the air. Ye Mengyan was startled: What is this?
In the yard, the smell of phosphorus hit your nostrils, and the burning smell and the pungent smoke dispersed with the wind. When the smoke dispersed, you could see that the cow had fallen to the ground in Wu Geng, his body was burnt black, exuding the smell of burning flesh, and it was constantly
He was having convulsions and it looked like he was going to die.
"Five Thunder Heaven Mind Technique!" The people present suddenly exclaimed, and their faces turned pale.
The young man said proudly: "This is the fate of betraying the Dao and surrendering to the devil."
Zhang Yingchen was furious. He did not expect that the other party would immediately kill people to establish power. Although he did not understand the Five Thunder Heaven's mentality, judging from the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, phosphorus and sulfur in the air, it should be a kind of firearm.
He calmed down and said, "You kill innocent people indiscriminately and harm living beings, and yet you dare to claim to be righteous!" He pointed his finger at the messenger holding the incense and said, "Go to hell!"
The gun rang out. Ye Mengyan was shocked, and the birds flew among the leaves. He cursed and quickly pulled the bolt of the gun without the reminder of the assistant who was holding the telescope - the first bullet was empty.
It landed on the ground not far from the target, creating only a puff of earthy smoke.
He quickly corrected his target, held his breath and fired again quickly.
Everyone in the yard felt the whistling sound of bullets passing by, but no one realized what it was. Although some people noticed a puff of smoke rising a few feet away from the messenger's feet, they did not allow them to change their thoughts.
Come, the messenger has thrown himself to the ground. He stretched out his arms as if trying to grasp an invisible handle, and fell down in the dust.
The scene in the courtyard suddenly froze. Just as no one expected that the incense messenger would use the Five Thunder Method to kill the "traitor", Taoist Zhang actually "killed" the opponent with one finger. Is this magic or martial arts?
No matter Xuande, Luo Saichun, or Ma Weisan, they did not expect that Zhang Yingchen's "magic power" was so high. He had neither "practice" nor "operation", so he casually killed the messenger with one finger.
life.
Both Xuande and Luo Saichun knew that the so-called Five Thunder Heavenly Mind Method actually used a special spray gun to spray out gunpowder and saltpeter, which was detonated by a sulfur bomb. It relied on a unique mechanism "message" and the user's quick skills.
.This young man is the strongest among the incense messengers in the general altar. Not only is he skillful in his techniques, but his martial arts skills are also not inferior.
The expressions of several people changed drastically. Xuan De, still trying to keep his composure, flicked his sleeves and sneered: "It's a small trick!" He waved his hand and shouted: "Destroy the Demon Guard!"
The guardian envoys from the five main altars jumped out, each holding a treasure fan, a flower basket, a fly whisk, a peach wood sword and other magic weapons in their hands, and instantly occupied the five directions around Zhang Yingchen.
These five directions were marked with special bricks early this morning, and secretly set "messages" were connected below. Each of the five bricks can trigger a "spell". It was enough for Zhang Yingchen to make a fuss after being scared to the point of losing his mind.
After five toils and seven injuries, he finally died.
Of course, the visual effects are also quite good, enough to make the believers in Yizhou dare not have any dissent for three to five years.