On the surface, it seems that he is the incarnation of the so-called Rain God, who issued a decree on behalf of the Rain God, allowing the prospective domestic slave to commit suicide voluntarily, without any intention of forcing him.
In this way, in the eyes of everyone, the little priest from Tucheng will be even more deified, and others will gradually believe that he has the ability to communicate with gods and make people worship him.
After all, who would willingly commit suicide in just a few words? Isn't this the ability to communicate with the gods?
If Su Qi'an hadn't come from modern times, he might have been frightened by the blabbering talk made by the little priest in Tucheng.
The so-called willingness, to put it bluntly, in the conversation just now, was a threat.
The source of the threat was this man's mother. Others couldn't tell, but Su Qi'an understood it quite well.
If this man did not commit suicide, his mother would have no way to survive. The power of the little priest is still very strong.
But unfortunately, this young man committed suicide, and his mother probably also encountered something unexpected.
After all, a low-level commoner with no background, the little priest wanted to crush him to death like an ant. Read the book
As for why the little priest did this, on the one hand, it was to further deify him as the spokesperson of the Rain God, and more importantly, to suppress wealthy families from out of state like Su Qi'an.
Give him a warning, no matter how noble your status is when it comes to Jiaozhou territory, when you come to Jiaozhou, you have to follow their rules.
This time it was a confrontation, and the little priest from Tucheng clearly had the upper hand. Although he could not move Su Qi'an for the time being, he could make the young man commit suicide on the spot in front of him.
This is his strength. Even if you have a noble status and background, so what, wanting to save people in front of him is just wishful thinking.
Su Qi'an stood there, looking at the dead young man, with a look of regret on his face.
The little priest sitting on the bamboo chair was mumbling something, as if he was doing something. After a while, the little priest finished chanting, opened his eyes, and looked at Su Qi'an.
She ignored him and signaled to leave, but when passing by Su Qi'an, Muha, who had been silent, whispered.
"Hmph, if you dare to go against the little priest, this will be your fate. Boy, it doesn't matter whether you are a dragon or a tiger. When you come to Jiaozhou, you have to be obedient. Otherwise, Takulu will be you next time."
After saying this, Su Qi'an showed no expression, as if he was really frightened by what Muha said.
Seeing this scene, Muha couldn't help laughing, with a strong sense of ridicule in his laughter.
Just as they left, the people watching thought the matter was over.
Suddenly, Su Qian's deep voice suddenly sounded, "Let's do it, this person doesn't care whether he lives or lives."
Everyone was startled, and the next moment they saw Tong Zhan, like a wild beast, he rushed out with a whoosh.
Although the native steward's back was turned, he could still feel an extreme danger in his body.
Without thinking, he slammed his clenched fists behind him.
In an instant, the two fists collided head-on. What was shocking was that the native steward's body flew backwards as if he had been hit by a flying log.
After rolling several times in several puddles, it finally stopped. The native steward was attacked, which was beyond the little priest's expectation.
He never thought that this local young man from out of state would dare to actually make a move in front of him. This was not taking him seriously and was a naked provocation.
The little priest didn't say anything, just a glance. The native steward understood instantly, stood up suddenly, and pulled out a short knife from his waist.
His eyes turned red and he roared, "Damn Takuru, I'm going to tear you apart."
After saying that, the indigenous steward rushed out. Not only that, but the several big indigenous men carrying the chairs seemed to have been ordered to kill Tong Zhan at the same time.
Tong Zhan stood there without anything in his hand. Watching the four or five indigenous men attacking, he stared hard and took action the next moment.
He rushed over, twisting his arms like two flexible snakes. As his body dodges, he directly grabbed the weak points of the hands of several big men.
With a sharp pull, there was a sound of bones breaking.
, the big indigenous man who was so aggressive just now dropped the short knife in his hand, covered his arm, and screamed.
Tong Zhan's attack was completed in one go. After breaking several people's arms, he punched each person, leaving several people lying on the ground on the spot, unable to move.
Then he turned around and quickly rushed in front of the native steward. Tong Zhan's skill made the native steward look solemn. He knew that he had met a master.
But he couldn't give in. If he did, the little priest behind him would never let him go.
He could only bite the bullet and rush forward. This time the two sides fought, the outcome was instantly decided. This child battle was not meant to be a joke.
The moves were ruthless, with one move breaking his wrist and knocking the dagger away, the second move removing his arms, and the third move breaking his legs. The native steward immediately knelt down.
The native steward was beaten until he was unable to fight back. Immediately afterwards, he only felt a tightness on his neck, as something was restraining him.
The indigenous steward was really scared this time. He struggled and wanted to beg for mercy loudly, but his voice could not come out.
As the restraints became tighter and tighter, the native steward's face turned from red to purple.
At this time, the little priest from Tucheng spoke, "Stop it."
But the little priest thought too highly of himself. The moment his voice fell, the sound of a broken neck suddenly sounded.
The native steward's eyes widened, and his arms that were grabbing around stopped swinging. As Tong Zhan let go of his arms, the native steward fell directly to the ground.
This scene made all the people watching dumbfounded. In Jiaozhou, it is not that there are young masters from Nanzhou's rich families, but they will never kill people in broad daylight.
The person who was especially killed was the steward of the little priest. Killing someone in front of the little priest was no longer a provocation, but an attempt to show off.
The death of the native steward made the air in the scene freeze. Everyone looked at the little priest in the distance.
At this time, the little priest's face was not very pretty, but he was controlling it. After a moment of silence, he still did not express his anger.
After all, he said, if the incarnation of God cannot control his emotions, what is the difference between him and these untouchables.
After silence, the young priest looked at Su Qian and said, "Is this Mr. Qi's revenge?"
"It's not about revenge, it's just a life for a life. The would-be slave is dead and I can't get involved, but your men are too rude."
"Open your mouth, keep your mouth shut, Takuru, you must abide by the rules of Jiaozhou, but Jiaozhou is the Jiaozhou of Great Liang, and there is no greater rule than the laws of Great Liang!"
"Based on his repeated insults, it would be cheap for me to kill him."
"This can also serve as a reminder to you, the little priest, that in Jiaozhou, there are still laws of Great Liang above your head."
When Su Qi'an said these words, the local people were startled and admired Su Qi'an even more.
As Su Qian said, no matter how highly autonomous Jiaozhou is, and no matter how powerful the priests and priests are, they still have the laws of Great Liang above their heads.
It may not be possible to kill the priests, but the native steward under him offended the noble family and insulted him repeatedly. Su Qi'an killed him and is also cleaning up.
We all understand the truth, but in all these years, no one has dared to use the laws of Great Liang to control the natives of Jiaozhou.
Even the governor of Jiaozhou only has jurisdiction over the city. As for the areas outside the city, he basically turns a blind eye and the two sides do not interfere with each other.
He was the first person like Su Qi'an to backhand and punish him under the laws of Great Liang.
The young priest's eyes flashed and he said softly, "As expected of someone from a wealthy family, he really has a set of terms and conditions. Yes, my steward offended you and killed him. He is indeed worthy of his death."
"Mr. Danqi, you killed my people in front of me. This offended not me, but the thousands of people protected by the Rain God. So, you can't leave today."
The little priest of Tucheng said coldly, and soon, at some point, a large number of natives appeared around.
With fierce expressions on their faces, they immediately surrounded Su Qi'an, and a young priest could take him down with just one order.
Looking at the indigenous people popping up in front of me
, Su Qi'an didn't panic at all. After a while, a large number of government servants also came over from a distance.
The earth city is so big, but if too many mortals gather, the streets will be blocked.
The government officials from Tucheng would naturally come over. When they saw the young priest from Tucheng, the expressions of the government officials changed instantly.
He immediately put on a smile, came to the side of the little priest, and asked quickly, "The little priest is here, I don't know when I invited you."
The yamen servant greeted him with a smile, but the young priest didn't have a good look on his face and said coldly.
"What's the matter? Are your eyes white? This noble son killed my people and blasphemed the God of Rain. Is this what you Liang people call peaceful coexistence? This is how your magistrate Wu asked you to maintain law and order in Tucheng. ?」
This series of accusations made the officials' expressions change, and they apologized one after another.
The next moment, he said directly, "Come here, arrest all the troublemakers and send them to the county government."
Immediately afterwards, the government officials passed through many native people and came to Su Qi'an.
One of them was the city guard whom Su Qian met at the city gate.
Seeing that it was Su Qi'an who was arrested, the city guard's face was quite surprised.
When I arrived, I roughly learned that there was a conflict between a powerful young man and a young priest in the city.
I didn't think much about it at first. After all, what I just told couldn't be such a coincidence.
But as luck would have it, it wasn't just Su Qi'an who caused the conflict, he did quite a big thing.
Directly killing the subordinates of the little priest, such a clear slap in the face, even the rich and powerful children would not dare to be so presumptuous.
The city guard came to Su Qi'an with a smile and said kind words.
"Mr. Qi, there is nothing we can do. We are also following orders. Please cooperate with us."
Su Qi'an nodded, said nothing, and followed the city guard to the Tucheng County Yamen very cooperatively.
As the parties involved left, the blocked streets quickly recovered.
But many people looked at Su Qi'an being taken away with a bit of regret.
Su Qi'an knew at a glance that he was a son of a powerful person, but this was not Nanzhou after all.
Moreover, it is a flood season and offending the rain god's spokesman, the little priest, will be a big trouble.
Although he would not be executed, a large-scale bloodletting was a certainty. Such a thing had not never happened in Jiaozhou.
Just a few years ago, a powerful young man from Nanzhou came to Jiaozhou to visit.
He also offended a young priest from Jiaozhou. This powerful man had a tough mouth and refused to accept weakness at all. The matter caused such a big fuss that even the state pastor and elder priests were dispatched.
In the end, after the two parties reconciled, the Nanzhou powerful young man finally surrendered and paid fifty dan of grain, thirty thousand silver, and one hundred domestic slaves as compensation, and then the turmoil was calmed down.
And Su Qian was probably the second victim of bloodletting.
