His face turned pale, and he could no longer say what he had originally planned. He was choked in his throat and only made a few gurgling sounds.
Protector Liu took a few steps back unconsciously, and plucked up the courage to shout at the top of his voice: "Don't let the demons be so rampant! Our Holy Goddess is the earthly incarnation of the daughter of Emperor Dongyue, and her power is boundless. What a small skill like yours -"
Although he was shouting at the top of his lungs, it still couldn't be heard very far in the open wilderness, and his voice was hoarse and exhausted, making it sound like he was out of breath.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Zhang Yingchen's wild laughter through the loudspeaker immediately drowned out Guardian Liu's voice. Even those who were close to Guardian Liu couldn't hear what he said. They could only see his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish.
generally.
The believers were uneasy for a while, seeing their own protector's complexion change horribly, unable to even speak under the other party's "lion's roar", and feeling very frightened in their hearts. They all looked at the saint, hoping that the saint could use her magic power to turn the "demon" away.
The arrogance of "Tao" was suppressed.
However, what the Saint relies on is just a set of "hands" that she has practiced in a small way. It requires a larger "acting method" and a team with props to cooperate. There is no time to do all this preparation work in a hurry.
, Furthermore, the Saintess was originally brought with him this time to encourage the hungry people, and directly incited the hungry people to attack Yunsheng Temple. Once these tens of thousands of people rushed, Yunsheng Temple would disappear. No matter how powerful Zhang Yaodao was, he could only
He just ran away in a hurry. He never thought about "fighting", so he naturally didn't bring any cumbersome props with him.
How could Zhang Yingchen allow them to continue to argue, he struck the iron while the iron was hot and said loudly: "You are a bold evil heretic who falsely claims to be a goddess. I think you are ignorant women who were bewitched by heretics. You fell into the wrong path by mistake and were used by others to deceive the good people. You."
You are going to suffer from the fire of boundless karma, but I have the virtue of a good life. As long as you kneel down quickly and convert to this religion, I will forgive your sins. Not only that, I will also save the hungry people on this earth!
"
There was a commotion among the hungry people kneeling on the ground. For them, fighting between gods and immortals had nothing to do with them. Whether Master Zhang was a demon or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that he had something to eat.
As if to prove what he said, the human wall on the embankment moved away, revealing a large pot. It was already boiling with hot white steam. The aroma of food blew over.
The hungry people kneeling on the ground started to stir.
Protector Liu saw that every time he spoke, he was suppressed by the evil spirit using the "Lion's Roar" technique. He was angry, afraid and hateful. At this time, the hungry people had already been shaken, expecting that the "Saint Girl" was unreliable. They had no choice but to hear the words in their ears.
The deafening voice of "Demon Dao" sounded again:
“All the heretics still don’t kneel down and take refuge!”
The loud shout was deafening, causing Guardian Liu's ears to sting and his head to spin. He could hardly stand. In an instant, more than ten believers knelt down with ashen faces.
He was anxious and shouted: "Everyone rush..."
Before he finished speaking, the fly whisk over there was already lit, and seven or eight rifle bullets were fired at the same time. Protector Liu was hit by several bullets, and blood spurted out. He immediately fell off the shoulder chariot and rolled into the trench.
Several of Protector Liu's cronies hurriedly tried to go into the ditch to rescue them, but were shot to death one by one with rifles, leaving their bodies lying at the bottom of the ditch.
“All the heretics still don’t kneel down and take refuge!”
Zhang Yingchen roared again, and all the believers present knelt down one after another. All the big men carrying the saint's chariot also put down their chariots, and lay on the ground one by one, not daring to look up.
In the end, only the lonely saint was left standing. She didn't know whether she was petrified or didn't know how to deal with the situation. Zhang Yingchen cast his gaze over, sighed secretly in his heart, and pointed at Fochen.
The action of tens of thousands of hungry people attacking Yunshengguan came to an end. In this battle on the land of Lunan, Zhang Yingchen's New Taoism once again used its technical power and organizational ability to win. The tens of thousands of hungry people and hundreds of believers who survived the disaster all
He became a prisoner of Zhang Yingchen's "boundless power".
Zhang Yingchen stood on the high platform and watched the hungry people entering the refugee camp in batches through the narrow path on the ditch. The New Taoist believers "welcome" people who come in on the embankment and must put down their wooden sticks, farm tools and the like.
The object used as the murder weapon can be kept, and other items can be kept. Then he walked to more than a dozen large pots on the embankment and received a wooden bowl. Someone scooped a spoonful of hot paste into the bowl - which was better than the soup in the pot array.
The paste is much thicker.
The paste is enough, but each person only has one bowl, which is just a life-saving measure. If there are more Taoist priests, they can't afford to feed them. Tens of thousands more mouths are added at once, and the food inventory is getting tighter. If you add more water, you can only last for a week. You can only last for a week.
Waiting for Wang Ruixiang to ship back the new relief rations as soon as possible.
The tragic situation of the hungry people this time made people like Zhang Yingchen who were accustomed to famine feel pity - they traveled hundreds of miles to survive in the winter, and they knew without asking that the roads were in mess and corpses were everywhere.
After all those who could walk were taken in, the village warriors and believers went out to look for survivors among the people lying on the snow. They formed a group of three, with two people carrying a stretcher and one person carrying a barrel full of gunk. Look.
Kick people when they arrive, and if there is any movement, quickly drink a mouthful of paste and put it on a stretcher and carry it back. If there is no movement, just stay there and wait for the corpse collection team to come and finally clean it up. Many people just lie down in the snow like this
I can no longer get up from the ground.
After the refugees were drunk, they were placed in the refugee camp. Because a group of people had been sent away, there were some huts in the refugee camp that were vacant, but compared to the huge number of refugees, they were not enough. Zhang Yingchen ordered people to stay on the ground.
Piles of bonfires were lit to warm the refugees sleeping in the open.
"At least hundreds of people will die this night." Ye Mengyan came down from the observation deck and said when he saw the crowd slowly moving towards the refugee camp.
"I'm afraid there will be many elderly people and children who can't stand it." Zhang Yingchen had already taken off his hibiscus crown - his head was too cold - and put on a cotton hat. "There are also some people with injuries - luckily it's cold.
The possibility of infection is very small.”
Just as they were talking, two villagers carried a man by. His head and face were stained red with blood, and some places were already covered with ice. Zhang Yingchen thought that this man should be him who jumped towards him through the telescope.
The man who made a mess couldn't help but look at him a second time.
At this moment, Xiao Chuba woke up in a daze - his "feat" did not do any good except leaving many scars on his head, shoulders and arms - and immediately jumped into the mud basin.
He was knocked unconscious, and if others didn't think it was a hindrance to him to have his head soaked in the basin, he would have been drowned alive in the basin of paste.
If the containment team members hadn't touched the wound on his severed finger when they kicked him, causing him to wake up from the pain, he would have died of cold and hunger in the wilderness.
Now I felt mushy in my stomach, and I covered myself with a straw quilt. My body warmed up, and I gradually came back to my senses.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a young Taoist in a crane cloak looking down at him, with a peaceful demeanor and an air of immortality. At this time, he felt no hunger in his stomach, and his body was no longer cold. He couldn't help but think that he had died and entered the paradise of paradise.
"Where...is this place..." he opened his mouth and murmured.
"This is Yunsheng Temple," Zhang Yingchen said with a compassionate expression, "You have escaped from the endless hell of evil demons and heretics - follow my words: Supreme Taoist Treasure Tianzun..."
Xiao Chuba was so tired from thinking that he couldn't understand what he heard. But now, whether he was alive or dead, he was finally out of the sea of suffering. He closed his eyes and murmured "Supreme Taoist Treasure Tianzun".
Zhang Yingchen allowed hundreds of captured followers of the Nanwuliang Sect to come and go freely. Those who were willing to convert to the new Taoism were left to serve as laborers to "reform their minds"; those who were unwilling were left to disperse. However, there was a scandal ahead: "
If you let the poor Taoist know that you have returned to the heretic ways of evil spirits, you will definitely not have a good death and will fall into the fire of karma forever!"
When Zhang Yingchen said these words, the people who were about to leave were so frightened that they lost their minds. They all swore to the sky and the earth that they would only serve as common people from now on and would never dare to follow the sect again.
Two-thirds of the captured Nanwuliang Sect members were gone, and Zhang Yingchen didn't care. Many of these believers were the backbone of the Nanwuliang Sect, and some of their families were under the control of the sect, allowing them to switch families in an instant.
This unreality has also laid hidden dangers for his own team of believers - they are not as grateful as the refugees for saving their lives, and their loyalty is quite questionable.
Those who stayed behind were many of the attendants around the saint and the protector. Both the saint and the protector died. They would have to be severely punished by the outer law hall when they returned, so they had no choice but to take refuge in the new Taoism. Lei Zilin followed and "converted"
" As for Wang Xing, not only did he "neglect", but he also despaired of the Nanwuliang Sect. Although he was not willing to be commanded by the New Taoism, he was currently surrounded by ice and snow and famine everywhere. He was unable to incite the refugees to rebel. He only had dozens of brothers.
Those who became bandits could only die of cold and starvation, so they had no choice but to "convert."
"Master! The bodies of the two heretics have been transported. Please inspect them, Master!" A believer came over to report.
"Xiaoye, let's go take a look." Zhang Yingchen said.
"What's so good about a dead person?" Ye Mengyan didn't care, "But Taoist Priest, you are quite cruel."
"It's not that I'm cruel, it's just because of the situation." Zhang Yingchen said with a slight sigh.
"...Many years later, I still remember Taoist Master Fu's lonely expression at that time. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes seemed to be filled with pity and ridicule, and then he instantly became firm, turned his head slightly, and said to
I said: 'Revolution is not a dinner party.' Then I turned around and looked at the scattered corpses outside the trench. I seemed to be thinking about something. They didn't move for a long time, leaving me with only a desolate figure..."
——Excerpt from "The Sword of the Senate? Memoirs of Ye Mengyan", no quotation is allowed without permission (to be continued...)