The Taoist priest in the telescope came out of the sedan with a big smile, his movements a little clumsy. [Read the latest chapter] Ming and Qing followed closely behind, fanning themselves with fans.
"Poor Taoist Zhang." Ye Mengyan thought of the full set of armor Zhang Yingchen was wearing. These things were very hot under the Taoist robe.
If it hadn't been for the ice pack to help cool him down, Taoist Zhang would probably have suffered a heat stroke halfway through.
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, "living among wolves" like this is no different from dying.
Ye Mengyan patted the wheat gently: "Attention, all groups! Immortal, we have already entered. Pay attention and observe!" Then he started calling again: "Taoist, test!"
"Normal." The Taoist priest's voice came from the earphones.
For more than an hour, Ye Mengyan felt like he was watching a silent movie. This silent movie was long and boring. One moment the Taoist priest was invited to the hall, and the next moment he was invited to the mat tent. A large group of people kowtowed to the incense hall there, with smoke curling up. 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 me hand towels chilled with ice water. He was a little exhausted from the whole morning's tossing. But it was not all without gain. Some wavering incense owners and ministers refused to kowtow in the first ceremony in the morning. Some felt that neither party could afford to offend them, so they simply hid or pretended to have heat stroke and could not participate.
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. Sui, is there anything more self-inflated than this? Even if you clearly know that you have no "mana", you will still have the illusion that "fate is mine".
This situation obviously exceeded Ma Weisan and Xuande's expectations. Zhang Yingchen's indifferent smile and polite behavior made them feel very troubled. According to the original plan, someone from the main altar should use the magic power and execute the disobedient on the spot. But 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 arrived and sat down at the banquet table, Ye Mengyan knew that he was about to take action. he asked his assistant.
"Wind speed and direction?"
"31 meters/second! Southwest wind!"
"distance?"
"It's 41,033 meters to the front of the stage."
He immediately began to calculate the ballistics. 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 didn't know the other party's intention, as more and more people appeared in the mat tent, the stiff faces of some people showed that the main drama was about to take place soon.
So far, Ma Weisan and others have not been rude in their speech and behavior. But judging from his dull expression, thinking twice about what he said, and leaving the scene from time to time, it was clear that he was not the leader this time. The real leader should be the general messenger who is still behind the scenes.
The table for entertaining guests is the Eight Immortals Table, and eight bowls and eight dishes of big fish and meat have been served on each table. There is no wine cup, but a large tea cup is used, which makes him look like a forest hero. As a distinguished guest, Zhang Yingchen was led to sit in the chief seat. There were men and women sitting with me, all of them had solemn expressions and no inclination to drink. Although the servants had poured the wine, the atmosphere at the table was unusually cold, no one was drinking and no one was 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 gaze directly on Zhang Yingchen.
I was surrounded. Zhang Yingchen thought to himself. While I was thinking wildly, someone suddenly said: "Niu Wugeng! Since you have come to the Xiangtang, how dare you not pay homage and offer incense?"
Hearing 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, wearing a blue poplin gown and a white belt around his waist. Although he looked elegant, his dress was unconventional and strange. Zhang Yingchen knew that he was probably a gangster. outfit. The purpose is to "bring the phase".
There was a commotion among the people on the seats, and Zhang Yingchen knew from the hushed voices of his neighbors that this was a "incense messenger" who had "descended" from the general altar and had a high status.
The man called Niu Wugeng is 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 himself was originally a wealthy man, but now he has become poor due to constant floods, droughts and famines. Because he felt that he had spared no effort in serving the sect over the years, and even though he had not helped him during the famine years, he was still asked to continue to "serve" him, and even the expenses for relieving the refugees in Xiangtang were borne by him. Therefore, he was dissatisfied with both Jiaomen and Ma Weisan.
Zhang Yingchen knew that Niu Wugen was an ordinary farmer with no courage, and did not expect him to have "firm beliefs," so he was not surprised when he appeared in Majiazhai.
Unexpectedly, he didn't go to worship and offer incense today. I couldn't help but be a little impressed with him.
Niu Wugeng quickly stood up from his seat and trembled: "Messenger... sir... please come on, the little old man's legs are inconvenient, and he just suffered from heatstroke..." His words were incoherent, He looked very scared.
He had not expected Zhang Yingchen to be present, and was afraid that he would offend "Zhang Shenxian" by paying homage and offering incense. So they tried to escape from the heat stroke as an excuse, but they didn't expect that Ma Weisan would not let them go at all. Anyone who claimed to have heat stroke would not be let go.
"If you don't worship the incense, you have violated the law! You will be burned with fire from heaven! Do you know the crime?" The young man said in a stern tone, and poked Niu Wugeng's nose with his finger.
"Little one..." Niu Wugeng was speechless and stayed there, but his eyes turned to Zhang Yingchen. Zhang Yingchen knew that many wavering people were looking at him, and the slightest 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 after looking through the telescope, but suddenly saw the Taoist priest standing up, and his spirits were immediately lifted. I quickly adjusted the focus. I saw Zhang Yingchen making a righteous speech and saying something to a young man who was wearing strange clothes.
Suddenly, there was a bang in the yard, the fire flickered and disappeared, and smoke filled the air. Ye Mengyan was shocked: What is this?
In the yard, the stench of phosphorus hit your nostrils, and the smell of burnt smoke and pungent smoke dispersed in the wind. When the smoke cleared, they saw that Niu Wugeng had fallen to the ground. His body was charred black and exuded the smell of burnt flesh. He was twitching continuously and it looked like he would not survive.
"Five Thunder Heavenly Mind Techniques!" The people present suddenly exclaimed, their faces turning 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 someone to establish his authority. Although he didn't understand the Five Thunder Heaven's Mental Technique, 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 birds flew among the leaves. He cursed and quickly pulled the bolt of the gun without being reminded by his assistant who was observing with the telescope. The first bullet was empty and landed on the ground not far from the target, leaving only a puff of dirt smoke.
He quickly corrected his aim, 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, stretched out his arms as if trying to grasp an invisible handle, and fell into 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 Technique 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 impressive.
The expressions of several people changed drastically. Xuan De still tried to maintain his composure. He 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 magic weapons such as fans, flower baskets, whisks, and peach wood swords in their hands, and instantly occupied the five positions 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 suffer from exhaustion and injuries after being frightened to the point of despair, and finally died.
Of course, the visual effects are also quite good, enough to prevent the believers in Yizhou from having any objections for three to five years. ! .
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