Xiao Chuba followed the crowd into the "Pen Guan Formation". Although he ran all the way, he was still a step late. The area around the Pen Guan was already tightly packed with people on three levels inside and three outside. They were snoring and eating. The sound resounded through the sky, and from time to time there were curses, shouts and screams. If Xiao Chuba tried to squeeze in again, he would still be able to squeeze in anywhere. No matter whether it was drilling, pulling or dragging, the tightly surrounding crowd could not move even half a way. There was an urgent fire in his heart, and he swung the stick like a madman and hit the head of the person in front of him hard. In a few blows, the head of the person in front was badly bruised. However, the person in front just held on to his stick without moving.
Xiao Chuba roared wildly, dropped the stick, and climbed up from the person's body using both hands and feet. He climbed up to the top of the crowd of people. After climbing up, he realized that there were several layers of people away from the pots and pots in the middle. He climbed over the tightly packed heads and shoulders without caring. His hands and feet caught and stepped on something. Keep climbing towards the middle.
In the middle is a huge wooden basin. Surrounding the wooden basin, dozens of people are drinking the paste - to be precise, they are tearing it up and drinking the paste. The people at the back all want to drag the people in front back, while the people in front can't move until they are punched, kicked, and beaten with sticks. Some even don't even want the earthen pot, and just throw half of it into the pot. Dip your head in and drink.
One person's head and face were probably injured, and blood dripped 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 people in front of him and tossed around in the crowd of people, like a fish that was about to die. No matter how hard I flopped on the beach, I could never reach the water right in front of me.
Seeing that there was less and less paste in the tank, Xiao Chuba couldn't help but burst into tears. This desperate cry seemed to be contagious and immediately spread among the crowd. For a time, the entire Yunsheng Temple was filled with cries. sky. Even Zhang Yingchen didn't feel moved.
But the effect of the pot array has already come out. The originally red-eyed crowd of hungry people has been crowded dozens of meters away from the trench, and no one has attacked the trench. And with the subsequent arrival of hungry people. Fights broke out over a place in front of the basin, and the whole scene became increasingly chaotic. It also blocked subsequent hungry people from approaching the trench.
Zhang Yingchen raised his telescope and scanned it slowly. The crowds of people in the camera are fighting and killing each other for a little hope of survival. Under the pressure of survival. The so-called humanity and dignity no longer exist. Some people were beaten to death next to pots and pots, others were pushed and trampled to death, and there was another whose head was soaked in the pot and could no longer move. I don’t know if he was beaten to death. I still choked to death, and the people around me were still drinking mush as if nothing had happened.
In his lens, a hungry man somehow floated above the crowd. He was only a short distance 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 mushyness. Zhang Yingchen sighed slightly and was about to move the camera away. Suddenly, the man jumped up suddenly, and threw himself into the basin. He hit the basin hard, 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. The situation is now under control, but the danger has not passed yet. Currently, the backbone of the Nanwuliang Sect has not yet appeared. When the paste is used up, the momentum of the hungry people will be gathered again. It must be as soon as possible Only by forcing the key members of the Nanwuliang Sect to show up can they 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. This sudden sound of music was like the arrival of fairy music in the ice and snow like a Shura field. Lian Lian became red-eyed during the fight. The refugees stayed for a while.
Zhang Yingchen took advantage of this moment of stagnation and immediately started speaking.
"People," his voice sounded solemn and sacred in the melodious Taoist music, "Don't fight for this food. Fight for this food. Your life will only be temporary, but you will fall into the sea of fire forever for this fight...
"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 did not 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 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 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. A large number of the hungry people around him suddenly fell to their knees, one by one, trembling and unable to speak.
Zhang Yingchen pointed his finger in the dust, and the snipers of the special reconnaissance team fired without missing a beat. 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 there was a shooting, 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 pot array suddenly became silent. The followers of the Nanwuliang Sect who were not beaten to death did not dare to speak anymore, or even dare to continue standing - those who refused to kneel down to the "real person" and who looked good and did not look like hungry people could be hunted freely. The object to kill. In addition, hungry people who did not kneel down to Master Zhang and continued to fight for food were also shot.
Wang Xing and Lei Zilin hid behind. They were unaware of 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? The heart that took advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble was already half cold. Wang Xing was a bandit, and he knew how to read the direction of the wind best. He immediately told his brothers to slowly retreat from the front. There are believers here who have already rushed to report to the protector: The demon is powerful!
Zhang Yingchen saw the hungry people kneeling on the ground as if cutting grass, and the earth fell silent. My heart is overjoyed. Just as he was about to continue talking about principles and principles of nature and human relations, suddenly there was another sound of playing and drumming, and a procession with various flags and flags appeared from behind the crowd. In the center are two shoulder chariots. The one in the front is carried by sixteen half-naked men, covered with a red umbrella canopy, and the one in the back is carried by eight people.
Zhang Yingchen had already received information a long time ago and knew that the two chariots were carrying saints and protectors. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed: I finally forced you out.
But I saw a procession of more than a hundred people winding their 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 see clearly 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" , 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, and she was probably a miserable woman. However, her current status means she is destined to die.
Zhang Yingchen was still sighing for the beauty's fate, but Protector Liu had already appeared on the chariot behind him. Protector Liu is in his early fifties, fat and wearing a "monastic robe" that is neither monk nor Taoist.
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 heated kang, he sat in a drafty sedan and mingled with the hungry people, with nothing to eat. It was delicious, but I couldn’t sleep well... and I heard that the "demon" spells were very powerful. He had long been afraid. If it weren't for the tens of thousands of hungry people who gave him the courage, he would not have dared to face the demon directly.
But at this moment, he couldn't do anything: the hungry people were immediately frightened by the "lion's roar" of the evil spirit, 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 saint's powers, she was barely literate. They are just "living gods" used for worship. It was impossible for her to move back into the situation.
Protector 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 high on an earth platform. , although I was standing on the shoulder chariot, I was much shorter than him, and I 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 but curse in his heart. He raised his sword and pointed: "Demon Dao! You are using magic to harm the people. Now, I, the Goddess of the Holy Cult, Here, not yet..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yingchen burst into laughter. 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 were about to fall to the ground.
Protector Liu's ears were buzzing, and the sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand. He was shocked. He didn't expect that this "demon way" really had magic! The higher-ups of the sect like them don't actually believe in the stuff of pretending to be gods and ghosts, but they regard it as a "technique" to deceive the grassroots believers. (To be continued...)
