His face turned pale, and the words he had originally planned could no longer be said. They were choked in his throat and he only made a few gurgling sounds. 【Read the latest chapter】
Liu Hufa unconsciously took a few steps back, and bravely shouted 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. With your little skills -"
Although he was almost roaring 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 Liu Hufa's voice. Even people close to Liu Hufa 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. They saw their own protector's expression changed horribly, and they couldn't even speak under the "lion's roar" of the other party. They were very frightened. 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 "hand skills" that she has practiced at a small scale. For a larger "acting method", she also needs a team with props to cooperate. There was no time to make all these preparations in such a hurry. Moreover, the Saintess was originally only used to encourage the hungry people, and directly incited the hungry people to attack Yunsheng Temple. With these tens of thousands of people rushing, Yunsheng Temple would not be able to do anything. After the smoke disappeared, no matter how powerful Zhang Yaodao was, he could only run away in a hurry. I never thought about "fighting", so I naturally didn't bring cumbersome props with me.
How could Zhang Yingchen allow them to continue to argue, he struck while the iron was hot and said loudly: "You are a bold evil heretic. You call yourself a goddess in vain. I think you are ignorant women who are bewitched by heretics. You fell into the wrong path by mistake and were taken advantage of by others to deceive the good people." You are going to suffer from the endless fire of 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 a lot of hungry people on this earth! "
There was a commotion among the hungry people kneeling on the ground. For them, the fight between gods and gods had nothing to do with them. It doesn't matter whether Master Zhang is a demon or not. What matters is that he has something to eat for himself.
As if to prove what he said, the human wall on the embankment moved away, revealing a large pot. It was already rolling with steaming 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 demon using the "Lion's Roar" technique, and he felt angry, scared and hated. At this time, the hungry people were already shaken, expecting the "Saint Girl" to be unreliable. Just as they were helpless, the deafening voice of the "Demon Dao" sounded in their ears again:
"Heretics, why don't you kneel down and take refuge!"
The loud shout was deafening, causing Protector Liu's ears to sting and his head to spin. Barely able to stand. In an instant, more than ten believers knelt down with ashen faces.
He was anxious and shouted: "Everyone rush..."
The words have not yet finished. 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 ditch.
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 and their bodies were found at the bottom of the ditch.
“All the heretics still don’t kneel down and take refuge!”
Zhang Yingchen roared again, and the believers present fell to their knees. All the big men who were carrying the saint's chariot also put down their chariots, lying 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 Fo Chen.
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 became prisoners 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 trench. New Taoist believers "welcome" people who come in along the embankment. They must put down sticks, farm tools and other objects that may be used as murder weapons in their hands, and other items can be kept. Then he walked to more than a dozen large pots on the embankment and got a wooden bowl. Someone poured a spoonful of hot paste into the bowl - much thicker than the paste in the pots.
The paste is enough, but each person only has one bowl, which is just to hang on to his life. There are more Taoist priests than they can afford, and there are tens of thousands more mouths at once. The food inventory is becoming increasingly tight, and even more water can only last a week. We can only wait 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 the fields were littered with corpses.
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 worked in groups of three, with two carrying the stretcher and one carrying a barrel filled with paste. If you see someone, kick them. If there is any movement, quickly drink a mouthful of paste and put it on a stretcher to carry it back. If there was no movement, they stayed where they were and waited for the corpse collection team to come and clean them up. Many people just lay down on the snow and could no longer get up.
After the refugees drank a lot, they were placed in a refugee camp. Because a group of people had been sent away, there were some empty huts in the refugee camp, but compared to the huge number of refugees, they were not enough. Zhang Yingchen ordered people to light piles of bonfires on the ground to warm the refugees sleeping in the open.
"At least a few hundred people will die tonight." 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 hat - 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.”
While they were talking, two village heroes walked by carrying a man. His head and face were stained red with blood, and some places were already frozen. Zhang Yingchen remembered that this person should be the person who jumped into the pot of paste in the telescope, and couldn't help but take another look at him.
At this moment, Xiao Chuba woke up in a daze - his "feat" did not do any good except leave many scars on his head, shoulders and arms - and immediately jumped into the mud basin. He was knocked unconscious. If the 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 another 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 no longer cold in his body. 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 spirits and heretics - follow me and say: Supreme Taoist Treasure Tianzun..."
Xiao Chuba was exhausted from his thoughts and could not 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 in hard labor to "reform their minds"; those who were unwilling were allowed to disperse. However, the ugly words lie ahead: "If I let the poor Taoist know that you have returned to the evil heretic ways, you will definitely die a miserable death and fall into the flames of karma forever!"
When Zhang Yingchen said these words, the people who were about to leave were frightened to death. They all swore that they would only be common people from now on and would never dare to follow the sect again.
Two-thirds of the captured Nanwuliang Cult members were gone, and Zhang Yingchen didn't care. Many of these believers are the backbone of the Nanwuliang Sect, and some of their families are under the control of the sect. It is unrealistic for them to switch families instantly, and it also creates hidden dangers for their own followers - they are not like refugees who have suffered from themselves. His loyalty is quite questionable.
Many of those who stayed behind were the followers of the saint and the protector. Both the Saint Protector and the Dharma Protector died. They would have to be severely punished by the Foreign Dharma Hall when they returned, so they had no choice but to take refuge in the New Taoism. Lei Zilin just "converted". As for Wang Xing, he not only "neglected his duty", but also despaired of the Nanwuliang Sect. Although he was not willing to accept the command of the New Taoism, he was unable to incite the refugees to rebel in the ice and snow, and there was famine everywhere. Only dozens of his brothers became bandits. The only option was to die of cold and starvation, so he had no choice but to "take refuge".
"Master! The bodies of the two heretics have been transported, please inspect them!" 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 take it seriously, "But Taoist Priest, you are cruel enough."
"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 pity and ridicule, and then he became firm in an instant, turned his head slightly, and said 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...)
