"The demon Taoist lair is ahead, brother Wang. [Read the latest chapter] Let's discuss what to do next." Lei Zilin was wearing a dusty old Taoist robe with seven or eight patches on it.
Wang Xing's expression remained almost indifferent, and he spoke after a while: "What should I do if I don't have to listen to the saint?"
"Pull me down, you are still pretending to be a saint here," Lei Zilin sneered, "Saint girl? Saint girl is nothing. Isn't it all Guardian Liu who has the final say?"
"Hufa Liu sits in the sedan chair without farting. Do you expect him to come up with ideas?"
"If you say that to Protector Liu, you are not afraid that his Dharma body can hear the sound from thousands of miles away..."
"What a bastard," Lei Zilin interrupted him, "I know how to rectify the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma. Seriously, if you open this trap, don't you want to get some benefits for yourself?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will turn around and sell you?" Wang Xing said with a face, "It doesn't matter whether Guardian Liu can listen from thousands of miles away, his ears are always good."
Lei Zilin chuckled: "Sell me, that's fine! Protector Liu will consider you a great achievement and reward you with a few magic weapons consecrated by the leader. However, the position of the Red Flag Incense Master of the Waifa Hall still belongs to Master Liu Xiang, his second uncle's nephew. "
Wang Xing's face twitched slightly, this was something he hated. The Waifa Hall is the armed force of the religion, which is roughly the role of officers and soldiers. The guardians and deputy guardians below the leader of the church, of course he, an outsider who has just joined the religion, would not dare to dream about it, but the sixteen red flag incense masters below are not critical positions. , is just a higher class than ordinary incense owners. When he was vacant a few months ago, he originally thought that due to his hard work and the dedication of his brothers, it should be given to him. Unexpectedly, it was given to a relative of Protector Liu, an ordinary incense master who had never worked as a servant in a foreign law hall. Occupied. Since then, he has become cold towards the church and is thinking about establishing his own business.
Wang Xing's face remained unmoved: "What do you want to do?"
"That demon must have hidden a lot of money and treasures in his lair." Lei Zilin spat, "Aren't you sorry for yourself if you don't make this wealth?"
Yizhou was originally a "very rich" place among the various altars of the Nanwuliang Sect. The incense money donated every month was very considerable, so it was thought that the altar itself would also have a lot of money. After the Yizhou Branch was occupied by the "Demon Dao", it goes without saying that this large sum of money fell into the hands of the "Demon Dao". It would cost tens of thousands taels at least, Lei Zilin had been making up his mind.
Joining the Nanwuliang Sect was just a stop-gap measure for him to live his life. In his heart, he despised the folk sect very much. He had long wanted to leave the sect and work on his own, but the errand assigned to him this time made him feel that this was a great opportunity: he only needed to get a few thousand taels of silver. Sneaking away to the south of the Yangtze River to build houses and buy land, at least a small rich man would be more than enough.
Lei Zilin had gone to school, and his name was in the academy. As long as there is money to support the situation, with my own skills, I am afraid that I will not be able to make a fortune in the place. Maybe he can become a gentleman.
But he has no foundation in the Nanwuliang Sect, and he has no subordinates of his own. He really has no idea of making money in this chaotic situation. The only hope is this king star.
This man was born a bandit and was extremely ferocious. He had more than twenty brothers under his command, all of whom were desperadoes who dared to fight and kill. And after all, he is still the martial arts leader among this group of refugees. Commands more than 300 believers in the outer dharma hall.
He wasn't very familiar with Wang Xing, but from his experience of the world over the years, he couldn't figure out what was going on in the mind of the former bandit leader who wore a dead fish face every day.
Wang Xing was silent for a while and said, "What are you going to do?"
"Of course I'm taking advantage of the situation. Fishing in troubled waters." Lei Zilin smiled slightly and immediately told his plan, only that he would share 30% of the money after it was completed.
Wang Xing stood up and patted the dirt on his butt: "Aren't you afraid that I will give you a knife when I get the money? Why should I give you 30% of what my brothers and I worked so hard to grab?" He suddenly laughed. Showing a mouthful of yellow rotten teeth, he said, "One cut. Wouldn't it save money and effort?"
Lei Zilin laughed loudly: "If this is really the case, it will be considered that Mr. Lei is ignorant of others."
Wang Xing also smiled and raised his thumb: "Okay, Mr. Lei is indeed brave enough." The smile only lasted for a moment, and then his dead face returned, "But 30% is not enough, 10%."
"Thirty percent."
"Twenty percent." Wang Xing said, "In this way, you have got more than me. No matter how much you get, the brothers will not accept it."
"make a deal!"
"Wait a minute," Wang Xing said slowly, "Since we have done business together, we are brothers in the same boat. If you don't tell lies in front of brothers, I'm afraid you are not a down-and-out scholar."
"It's not easy to be respected," Lei Zilin smiled, "Actually, I once served as a staff member under Marshal Mao..."
After Mao Wenlong's death, there was chaos in the Dongjiang River, and the generals attacked and killed each other. Naturally, an ordinary staff member like him couldn't stand, so he had to follow the Liao people across the sea and flee to Shandong.
"As expected." Wang Xing took out a wine gourd from his arms, "Take a sip first, sir, and we will be brothers from now on." After Lei Zilin took a sip, he said, "Now that the world is in chaos, sir. No thoughts? Just for these thousand taels of silver?"
Lei Zilin smiled faintly and handed back the wine gourd: "So what if you have thoughts?" He looked at the face of Zhen Wang Xing, "It's just that you and I are not the most blessed people."
Wang Xing actually smiled: "I have never thought about this. But the world is in chaos, so we can always take this opportunity to drink some soup-"
"Just you and dozens of brothers?" Lei Zilin understood what he meant.
"There are still tens of thousands of refugees." Wang Xing said, "People in the sect don't dare to quarrel with the government, and we don't care. We can just use this card to destroy the evil way, and then break Linyi, here If there is a big commotion around, can't we brothers all make a fortune? How about compared with your thousand taels of silver?"
Lei Zilin's heart froze, he didn't expect that this bandit leader really had a big plan! Yes, these tens of thousands of refugees are excellent capital. As long as someone takes the lead, they will not worry about attacking cities and seizing villages with all their lives. If we can really stand firm and build up a team, the prospects are immeasurable. If it doesn't work, we can just leave with our belongings. Naturally, the big brand of Nan Buliang Sect will be in front of us.
"That being said, the saint should still serve her well..."
Wang Xing nodded: "Mr. Lei is really smart."
The two were having a secret discussion when another believer came to report: the protector and the saint invited them to come over to discuss the matter.
"Please go back and report to Fa Jia, I will be there immediately."
"Taoist Priest, the refugee group is less than ten miles away from here!" The believers sent to investigate rushed into his temporary headquarters on the earth embankment in a panic.
Zhang Yingchen was reading a book. Hearing the report, he put the book down and asked, "How many people are there?"
"There are still 100,000 people, so crowded that we can't even see the edge!" The believer was sweating and gesticulating.
"You go." Zhang Yingchen had just received a report from the special investigation team and knew that there were about 20,000 refugees.
Although it is not one hundred thousand, twenty thousand is still a considerable number. A number that is both joyful and worrying. Not to mention the violent actions they are about to take, just saying that surrendering and eating alone will consume all their reserves in a few days. I don’t know how much food Wang Ruixiang can transport back from Qisang Island this time. He had already sent a telegram asking Lu Wenyuan to speed up the transfer of relief rations.
If the problem is already in front of you, then there is no need to sigh and lament, it only needs to be solved.
With this purpose in mind, Zhang Yingchen calmed down after sending a telegram to the owner of the Deer Village in Qisan Island.
Compared with the development prospects of New Taoism, the engine operation of the Senate and the Executive Committee to collect the population is the top priority. Even for Zhang Yingchen himself, the status of "Senator" is far more valuable than the illusory "Zhang Tianshi" in the future. . For the Traverser Group, the "leader of the New Taoism" is nothing, and is not much more noble than the Jesuit priests. However, Zhang Yingchen, the person in charge of the Yizhou region who carried out Operation Engine, has a very different meaning. .
"Twenty thousand laborers," Zhang Yingchen looked at the "Confucius Asking for Gifts" on the wall and murmured, "At least he came back with a Senate Medal."
He opened the locked box that the Special Reconnaissance Team soldiers had brought to him. Inside is a mobile loudspeaker commonly seen in square dance venues. It's about the size of a trolley case and weighs more than ten kilograms. It is equipped with rollers and telescopic pull rods, and has its own battery. The rated power is 120w*2, and the peak power can reach 600w*2. It supports wireless microphones, USB disks, and CD playback. Suitable for outdoor performances, conferences, square dancing and other occasions. A very useful promotional tool.
I want to speak to more than 20,000 refugees, but without this thing, I can't hold the place at all. Of course, this can also be regarded as a "miracle".
He called Liu Sanchu in: "Take care of the congregation, collect a lot of firewood, ice and snow, and pile them on the embankment for later use!"
Under his order, fires were lit under a dozen large pots that had been extinguished. They were filled with ice and snow. Relief rations were piled up in piles, and the water was boiled to make a paste.
"Ming and Qing!" Zhang Yingchen shouted, "Change my clothes!"
Ming and Qing immediately brought the clothes, which were still the same as the last time he entered Majiazhai alone: wearing a stab-proof vest underneath, a Taoist robe on the outside, and holding Fuchen in his hand. He had a pistol at his waist.
Zhang Yingchen came out of the house. The weather today was particularly sunny. The smoke and dust raised by the refugees walking in the distance were clearly visible under the blue sky. Zhang Yingchen thought to himself, this time he has to see if my "spell" works.
The special reconnaissance team members have entered their respective stations.
The young and middle-aged people in the refugee camp also went up the embankment under the organization of the village heroes. They had no weapons, but each of them had farm tools and wooden sticks and other makeshift weapons used when digging trenches.
Once the refugees from outside rush into Tuwei, everyone knows what will happen to those who have finally lived a stable life for a few days - so they are ready to defend their food to the death.
