After traveling for half a day, the boat encountered people from the Ming Cult blocking the river with fishing boats. Qinbei Pavilion
"Protector Deng, those people from Liangshan are here!"
Qian Zhenpeng pointed to the slowly approaching Liangshan fleet and said to Deng Yuanjue that he was originally the capital of Qingxi County. Because he admired Fang La, he joined the Mingjiao and became the leader of the Mingjiao altar. He is now responsible for missionary affairs near Changzhou.
"There are quite a lot of people! When did so many people from Liangshan come to Jiangnan?"
Xu Ding opened his mouth and said, there were dozens of ships coming, and the number of people should be about two hundred.
"Protector Deng, I will lead people to kill him and rescue the Holy Son!"
Jin Jie said, both of them are Qian Zhenpeng's assistants and the incense masters of Mingjiao.
"No, this group of Liangshan thieves are coming with great force. If we provoke them, they may kill the Holy Son."
Qian Zhenpeng immediately spoke.
"Then we can't really give him 100,000 yuan!"
Jin Jie looked at Qian Zhenpeng and said, the Mingjiao in Changzhou only collects tens of thousands of dollars a year, while those in Liangshan ask for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Where do they get the money?
Just as they were arguing, a team of chariots and horses arrived. The leader was holding a simple sword. It was Sixingfang, another altar leader of Mingjiao. Behind him were four generals, Xue Dounan, Huang Ai, Xu Bai, Mi Quan is a Mingjiao incense master.
"What happened? Why did the Holy Son fall into the hands of thieves?"
Si Xingfang looked at everyone and questioned him as soon as he arrived. Fang Tian must be the holy son of Mingjiao and must not make any mistakes. He was transferring money and food in Wuxi and came over immediately after receiving the news.
"It is said that when I went to invite Wanchun, I met Sun Lei from Liangshanbo. The Holy Son, Master Li and others were captured by the people in Liangshan. News came half a day ago that the people in Liangshan said they wanted a ransom of 100,000 yuan!"
Qian Zhenpeng said.
"Liangshanbo has gone too far! This is the south of the Yangtze River. These outsiders simply don't know how to live or die. We will kill them today!"
Si Xingfang was furious. How could anyone dare to make an enemy of the Ming Cult in the south of the Yangtze River? Now Liang Shanbo, a group of outsiders, dared to kidnap the Holy Son of the Ming Cult and ask for ransom. They simply did not give them the face of the Ming Cult.
"It turns out we are an acquaintance!"
Sun Lei looked at the people of the Ming Cult in front of him and saw Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue at a glance. This monk was too conspicuous, but today Deng Yuanjue was only wearing a gray-brown monk's robe instead of the exaggerated purple robe.
"Leader Sun, where is my Holy Son of Mingjiao?"
Deng Yuanjue looked at Sun Lei and asked.
"Don't worry, it's fine!"
Sun Lei pointed at Fang Tianding and others who were tied up in the cabin behind him.
"Boss Sun, we are all figures in the world. Why don't you let me, the Holy Son of the Ming Cult, go first? If anything happens, let's sit down and talk."
Deng Yuanjue breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fang Tianding was fine.
"Master monk, you are taking this a bit for granted. The person is in my hands, and you want to let me go?"
Sun Lei didn't expect that Deng Yuanjue, who was "profound in Buddhist teachings," spoke so shamelessly. But Fang Tianding was caught by his own ability, because he let him go with just one word? Deng Yuanjue is not a person with the face fruit ability.
"Sun Lei, if you don't let the Holy Son go today, you will all die!"
Si Xingfang was not prepared to talk properly. The people from Liang Shanbo came to Jiangnan to wipe out the Mingjiao's face. In his opinion, there was nothing to say. Only by killing them all could they promote the majesty of the Mingjiao.
"Who are you?"
Sun Lei asked.
"Si Xingfang, the leader of the Mingjiao Altar!"
Si Xingfang replied.
"Oh, does that mean you want me to chop a few in front of you and use their heads to declare a challenge?"
Sun Lei looked at Si Fangxing and asked.
Si Xingfang was furious, but he did not dare to answer the question. If Fang Tianding was killed because of this, the leader Fang La would never spare him lightly.
"Amitabha, Leader Sun, there is no enmity between Liangshan and our Ming Cult. Why has it come to this point? It is better to sit down and have a good talk to turn the hostility into friendship."
Deng Yuanjue performed a Buddhist salute and continued to speak.
"Great monk, I originally thought the same way, but you Mingjiao made the move first, and I had no choice but to fight back. When it comes to this, you Mingjiao are also at fault!"
Sun Lei shook his head.
"Hmph, you entered Jiangnan without permission and killed people from my Ming Cult. How dare you complain first?"
Si Xingfang pointed at Sun Lei and yelled angrily.
"Is Jiangnan yours? Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk nonsense here without even daring to plant a flag?"
Sun Lei looked at Si Xingfang and said, this guy is obviously here to quarrel. Deng Yuanjue said nice things, but this guy used harsh words and wanted to use both soft and hard tactics.
The Mingjiao has not officially taken off yet. It only tentatively conquered a county town, but soon retreated to the mountains. It mainly operates in secret.
"Needless to say, for one hundred thousand guan and to get out of the way, the person will be yours!"
Sun Lei was too lazy to waste time with Si Fangxing. The longer time passed, the worse it would be for them.
"Don't even think about it!"
Si Xingfang roared.
"Don't think about it? I'll cut one off right now and show it to you! Let's see who is thinking about it."
Sun Lei made a move to go to the cabin to catch someone out.
"Shengzi Fang, it seems that there are people in the Mingjiao who want you dead, and they refuse to give you any money. It's only a hundred thousand yuan. Isn't it that you, the holy son of the Mingjiao, are not worth the price? I originally wanted to save some face for you, but I didn't get there before the formation. , I can only ask you to go out now."
Sun Lei watched Fang Tianding helplessly spread his hands and said, Fang Tianding and others should have heard what he said just now clearly.
"Chief Sun, those people are subordinates and ignorant. Don't take it to heart. I have an identity tag here. If Chief Sun gives it to them, they will definitely give it 100,000 gold!"
When Fang Tianding heard that he was about to leave the cabin, he immediately spoke.
"You should have told me earlier. Don't worry, Holy Son. We are all decent people. I know what to do."
Sun Lei took the ID badge with a smile and patted Fang Tianding on the shoulder to show friendship.
Fang Tianding suddenly felt a touch of emotion in his heart. He felt that Sun Lei was a good person and everyone knew how to take care of his face. On the contrary, the people under him were extremely stupid and did not know how to consider him as the Holy Son.
Sun Lei smiled and walked out of the cabin again. This time he took people directly to the shore.
"People don't want to come out to see you, saying that your status is too low. Let's see if this is worth a hundred thousand yuan!"
Sun Lei threw Fang Tianding's identity token over. There were flame patterns around the token, with a clear character engraved on one side and a square character engraved on the other. Si Fangxing caught it and his expression changed instantly.
"Token of the Holy Son!"
Qian Zhenpeng's face immediately became solemn when he saw the token. Seeing the token was like seeing the Holy Son. They, the protectors, altar owners, and incense owners must obey unconditionally.
"this?"
Si Xingfang and Qian Zhenpeng looked at Deng Yuanjue, who had the highest status in the sect and was the Dharma Protector.
"Since the Holy Son has an order, we can only execute it. Changzhou only has 40,000 guan. How much is the transfer fee from the altar master?"
Deng Yuanjue looked at Si Xingfang and asked. He was originally thinking about how to raise money, but the money from the surrounding state capitals could not be transported in a short time, and he was passing by Si Xingfang to transfer money and grain.
"There are 60,000 coins, but these are the things the leader asked for by name. Our army is short of weapons and food, so we are short of this money!"
Si Xingfang hesitated and said that his mission was to transport the 60,000 yuan back to Qingxi.
"It's important to save the Holy Son! The leader will understand."
Deng Yuanjue said with a headache, he was not good at these things, but they were the only ones near Taihu Lake, and the think tanks in the church were all active near Hangzhou.
"I don't care about that. What I'm worried about is that this matter will spread and it will tarnish the reputation of Mingjiao and make the leader angry!"
Si Xingfang said, money is still a small matter, and what he fears most is that this matter will be spread to Fang La's ears, which will be the most troublesome.
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