Xiao Chuba followed the crowd into the "Pen Guan Formation". Although he ran all the way, he was still a step late. The three layers around the pot were already tightly packed with people, snoring and eating.
Muzzy sounds resounded through the sky, and from time to time there were curses, shouts and screams. Xiao Chuba could squeeze in no matter how hard he squeezed in. No matter whether he drilled, dragged or dragged, the tightly surrounding crowd could not move.
He opened a half-open hole. He felt an urgent fire in his heart. He swung the stick like a madman and hit the person in front of him on the head. After a few blows, the person in front of him was severely beaten and bleeding. However, the person in front of him just carried him to death.
His stick doesn't move.
Xiao Chuba roared wildly, dropped the stick, and climbed up from the person's body using both hands and feet. He climbed on top of the swarming heads. After climbing up, he realized that he was still several layers of people away from the pots and pots in the middle.
Regardless, he climbed over the tightly packed crowd of heads and shoulders. He didn't care what he caught or stepped on with his hands and feet. He kept crawling toward the middle.
In the middle is a huge wooden basin. Surrounding the wooden basin, dozens of people are drinking the paste - to be precise, tearing and drinking the paste. The people at the back want to push the people in front to pull back, and the people in the front are trying to push back.
They won't move even if they are pushed to death, and they can be punched, kicked, or beaten with sticks, but they won't move. Some even don't even want the earthen pot, and just immerse half of their head in it and drink it.
One person's head and face were probably injured, and blood was dripping down his forehead and cheeks into the paste, dyeing the paste pink. The people around him continued to swallow it without realizing it.
Xiao Chuba struggled to climb down, but there was no place to stay. Every time he tried to get off someone's shoulder, he would be squeezed away by the person in front of him and tossed around in the densely packed crowd of people.
It's like a fish that's about to die. No matter how hard it flops on the beach, it can't reach the water right in front of it.
Seeing that the paste in the tank was getting less and less, Xiao Chuba couldn't help but burst into tears. This desperate cry seemed to be contagious. It immediately spread among the crowd, and for a while, the entire Yunsheng Temple was filled with cries.
God, even Zhang Yingchen didn't feel moved.
But the effect of the pot formation has already come out. The crowd of hungry people who were originally red-eyed have been crowded dozens of meters away from the trench, and no one has attacked the trench. And with the subsequent arrival of hungry people, in order to
Fighting broke out as they fought for a place in front of the pots. The whole scene became increasingly chaotic. It also blocked subsequent hungry people from approaching the trenches.
Zhang Yingchen raised his telescope and slowly scanned it. The crowds in the camera were fighting and killing each other for a little hope of survival. Under the pressure of survival, the so-called humanity and dignity no longer existed. Someone was there.
People were beaten to death next to pots and pots, and some were pushed and trampled to death. There was also one whose head was soaked in the pot and was no longer moving. I don't know whether he was beaten to death or choked to death. People around him still acted as if nothing had happened.
Drinking to make a mess.
In his lens, a starving man somehow floated above the crowd. He was only a few feet away from the basin, but no matter how hard he struggled with his hands and feet, he still couldn't taste the slightest bit of paste. Zhang Yingchen sighed slightly and was about to move away from the camera.
.Suddenly, this man jumped up violently, threw himself into the air towards the basin, and immediately hit the basin heavily. Blood splashed out along with the paste, and the surrounding area suddenly became chaotic.
Zhang Yingchen put down the telescope and muttered "Taiyi saves Ku Tianzun". The "pot array" has played its role and the situation is now under control. The danger has not passed yet. At present, the backbone of Nanwuliang Sect has not shown up yet.
Once it is used up, the momentum of the hungry people will be gathered again, and the backbone members of Nanwuliang Sect must be forced to show up as soon as possible in order to reveal their miracles.
He pressed the remote control and started playing the Taoist music "Backgammon" from the loudspeaker that had been turned up to the maximum volume. The sudden sound of music was like the arrival of fairy music in the ice and snow like a Shura field. Lian became red-eyed during the fight.
The refugees stayed for a while.
Zhang Yingchen took advantage of this moment of stagnation and immediately began to speak.
"People," his voice sounded solemn and sacred in the melodious Taoist music, "don't fight for this food. If you fight for this food, your life will only be temporary. But for this fight, you will fall into the sea of fire forever...
"People, don't fight, don't be bewitched by evil spirits and heretics. What I have here is food given by God. If you fight for food, if you swallow it, it will turn into endless karmic fire and burn your internal organs-"
Zhang Yingchen's sermon was prepared after he had thought hard for a long time. He didn't say much, but it had to be persuasive enough. It should not only appease the refugees' emotions, but also impose enough intimidation so that the refugees could be guided to enter in an orderly manner in the next step.
Refugee camp.
Before he finished speaking, the Nan Buliang believers who were mixed in the crowd saw that the situation was not good, and immediately started making noise together: "Stop listening to the nonsense of the demons-"
But their voices were too weak compared to the decibels of this mobile loudspeaker. The hungry people were already frightened by the music and Zhang Zhenren's huge voice, and no one noticed that there were people around them making noise.
"...Bah! You are an evil heretic, you must die!" Zhang Yingchen pointed at the dust in his hand, and half of the head of a believer who was shouting in front and trying to interfere with the speech flew out immediately, and blood spurted out from the open Tianling Cap.
Go up. The hungry people around him suddenly fell to their knees in large numbers, one by one, trembling all over and afraid to speak.
Zhang Yingchen pointed his finger in the dust, and the snipers of the special reconnaissance team fired with all their shots. Followers of the Nanwuliang Sect were constantly shot and fell to the ground. From time to time, a few unlucky hungry people were killed by stray bullets.
Every time a shooting was fired, a large number of refugees would fall to their knees and bury their heads deep in the ground, not daring to look up. The originally chaotic array of pots and jars suddenly became silent. The Nan Buliang Cult was not killed.
The believers did not dare to speak anymore, or even dare to continue standing - those who refused to kneel down to the "real person" and looked good and not like hungry people were free to be hunted. In addition, those who
, hungry people who did not kneel down to Master Zhang and continued to fight for food were also shot.
Wang Xing and Lei Zilin were hiding behind. They didn't know the situation in front of them. They only heard the rumbling music and the deafening preaching voices in front. They saw the hungry people in front of them kneeling on the ground one by one, and they thought to themselves: "
Zhang Zhenren's magic power is indeed very powerful. His heart for seizing the opportunity to cause trouble has already cooled down. Wang Xing was born as a bandit, and he knows best how to read the wind and turn. He immediately told his brothers to slowly retreat from the front. There were already cultists running here.
Go and report to the Dharma Protector: The demon is powerful!
Zhang Yingchen saw the hungry people kneeling on the ground as if cutting grass, and the ground was completely silent. He was overjoyed when he saw where his fly whisk was pointing. He was about to continue to talk about the truth and the principles of nature and humanity, when suddenly there was another sound of playing and drumming.
From behind the crowd appeared a procession with flags and flags of various colors. In the middle were two shoulder chariots. The one in front was carried by sixteen half-naked men. It was covered with a red umbrella, and behind it was another chariot.
It can be carried by eight people.
Zhang Yingchen had already received the information and knew that the two chariots were carrying the saint and the protector. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed: I finally forced you out.
But I saw a procession of more than a hundred people whistling and beating all the way towards the trench. The hungry people kneeling on the ground moved out of the way.
The queue of shoulder chariots quickly arrived in front of the ravine. Now Zhang Yingchen could clearly see that the girl standing on the shoulder chariot surrounded by a group of girls wearing red and green and holding various "magic weapons" was none other than the "Saint Girl"
, he looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a dress similar to palace clothes, covered with various embroideries.
Zhang Yingchen sighed slightly in his heart. The so-called "saint" was just a "brand" promoted by a group of professional religious politicians. She was probably a miserable woman. However, her current status meant that she was destined to die.
Zhang Yingchen was still sighing for the beauty's fate, but Guardian Liu had already appeared on the chariot behind him. Guardian Liu was in his early fifties, fat and wearing a "monastic robe".
Liu Hufa originally had a complaint about this job - in the middle of winter, instead of letting a few maids wait on him to drink wine and enjoy the snow in his house warmed by the fire, he sat in a drafty sedan among the hungry people and had nothing to eat.
It tastes so good, but I can’t sleep well... and I heard that the magic of "Demon Dao" is very powerful. He was already a little afraid in his heart. If it weren’t for the tens of thousands of hungry people who gave him courage, he really wouldn’t dare to go directly.
Facing the devil.
But at this moment, he couldn't do anything: the hungry people were immediately frightened by the "lion's roar" of the demon, and the accompanying "saints" were also unreliable - he knew the details of the saints in the religion very well: most of them
Not to mention the power of the saint, she is barely even literate. She is just a "living god" for worship. It is impossible for her to change the situation.
Guardian Liu picked up the sword given by the believer and ordered someone to carry the chariot to the front of Haogou. He was immediately discouraged - the earth embankment where the demon road was located was originally higher than this side, and he was sitting on an earth platform.
, although he was standing on the shoulder chariot, he was much shorter than him, and he had to look up to speak.
Looking up, he saw Luo Chun from the original Dharma Hall standing next to the Demon Dao. Protector Liu couldn't help cursing in his heart. He raised his sword and pointed: "Demon Dao! You are using magic to harm the people. Now, I am the Goddess of the Holy Cult.
Here, not yet..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yingchen burst out laughing. His laughter passed through the loudspeaker and became deafening. It was like a strong wind sweeping across the earth. The believers standing in front could not stand firmly and fell to the ground.
Protector Liu's ears were buzzing, and the sword in his hand almost fell out of his hands. He was shocked. He didn't expect that this "demon way" really had magic! Senior leaders of the sect like them didn't actually believe in the pretense of gods and ghosts, but they regarded it as deception.
It's just a "technique" for grassroots believers. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)