"Since the old system of body poisoning cannot be used, and it is not in our interests to support one religion, then it is better to let them fight on their own, and we will just sit on the sidelines and watch."
Zhu Su said with a smile, and there was no hidden malice on the curved corners of his lips.
"The city of Delhi is a rare and prosperous center. No matter what, all sects will definitely not abandon this place."
"It can be said that as long as we lay out our flag and support which sect, that sect will have an absolute advantage in this poisonous place and become the most important existence here."
"In that case, it's them who should fight for us, so why should we be anxious?"
The generals still seem to understand, but among the group of supervisors over there, some people have already shown a look of understanding. Huang Guan's eyes even lit up and he said, "Your Highness is saying... 'Two peaches kill three soldiers'?"
"You don't have to kill. We are not peaches to be snatched by others. These religious rulers have been poisoned for a long time, but I, the Ming Dynasty, do not want this place to be ruled by religion."
"In this case, it is better to teach them to always fight. As long as they keep fighting, it will have no impact on the hegemony that I, the Ming Dynasty, have achieved. Moreover, now that they have something to ask for from us, why not take this opportunity to fight for this poisonous place? Write a new 'rule'."
"A justifiable 'rule' that allows me, the Ming Dynasty, to intervene in the affairs of body poisoning in the name of justice?"
The light in Huang Guan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said excitedly: "What His Highness said is very promising!"
"It's just that the students still don't understand, what exactly are these so-called 'rules'? Can a rule really make a poisonous person obey me, the Ming Dynasty, so that I, the Ming Dynasty, can legitimately occupy foreign lands?"
"If it were other places, it would really be difficult to do anything with just one rule."
"But this place is a magical land that is different from other places..." Zhu Su smiled happily.
"Just wait and see, in such a magical land, there happens to be a 'rule'."
"As long as we make a few changes, we, China, can be legitimately above the body poison!"
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A few days later, inside the palace.
In the past few days, His Royal Highness the King of Zhou of the Ming Dynasty has remained silent, making the three groups of envoys from Buddhism, Tianfang Sect, and Brahman Sect extremely anxious. They originally wanted to strike first and cut through the trouble quickly to finalize the religious divisions of the new dominant forces in Delhi City, so as to lay the foundation for the development of their own religious forces. After all, the reshuffle of the ownership of Delhi City is also the key to a once-in-a-lifetime reshuffle of power rankings for these sects.
However, His Highness the King of Zhou of the Ming Dynasty was really good at delaying him. For several days in a row, His Highness was like a dragon but never saw its end. Envoys from Zoroastrian Cult, Yuan Cult and many other sects also arrived, but His Royal Highness the King of Zhou still did not show up.
It wasn't until the envoys from various religious sects in this poisonous land were almost here that Zhou King Zhu Su invited the envoys from all religions and gathered them all in the palace of the former Delhi Sultanate. As soon as the servant entered the palace, the arrogant envoy of Tianfang Cult directly took the lead in attacking: "How dare you ignore the authority of Allah and leave the Messenger of Allah in a low room for many days in a row."
"It seems that you want to make enemies of the great Muslims. Aren't you afraid that the Muslim cavalry will completely destroy this city?"
"The Muslim army? Is it very powerful?" After listening to the translation, Zhu Su stopped coddling him and instantly turned cold.
"Sultan Firuz Shah had an army of 50,000 men and invincible war elephants. He fought with the 8,000 warriors of the Ming Dynasty, but he was beheaded by us in just one day."
"How many people are there in the Muslim army? Fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? If you want to come, you can come. As many people as you come, I, Ming, will naturally kill as many people as I can."
"My Ming Dynasty has millions of armors and a territory of thousands of miles. A single army can destroy your country. Are you an enemy of my Ming Dynasty? Your Muslim army must be tens of thousands! How dare you speak arrogant words to me in front of this king? What?"
The envoy's face froze, and the unruly expression suddenly froze on his face. Zhu Su shouted to the side: "Come on."
"I'll give this man a thirty-year rod! Talk to me again after that!"
The wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers of the Ming Dynasty came in wearing armor, ignoring the frightened eyes of the envoys of the Fang Sect that day, and in front of the envoys of many sects, they picked up big sticks and started beating them on the spot. That day, the envoy of the Fang Sect was beaten until he screamed, and was chained to the ground with several sticks, unable to move at all. Soon, the white robe was originally clean and white, but the buttocks were beaten and covered with blood.
Zhu Su's act of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys was like a thunderbolt, and other envoys from various religions had no time to react. Seeing that the Fang Sect envoy was being beaten and screaming in agony, even those who originally looked down upon Zhu Su and others suddenly put away their pride at this moment.
There were also some people who looked at the wailing messengers of the Tianfang Sect with a happy look in their eyes. The Tianfang Sect has always been unscrupulous due to its strong power. Now that they see him being defeated, some people are naturally gloating about his misfortune.
After thirty beatings with sticks, even if the Fangjiao envoy was not dead that day, he was already half alive. A military doctor came in with a medicine box to treat his injuries. After roughly stopping the bleeding, he took him and knelt directly on the ground. That day, the Fangjiao envoy seemed to have been shaken out of his mind and was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to even breathe out.
Zhu Su was quite satisfied when he saw it. If this guy is a tough guy, then he can only be killed with a knife on some random charge. Although it is expected that the Tianfang Sect will not lose the opportunity to rule Delhi for just one person, if they kill people blatantly, it will be a troublesome matter after all. This guy can understand the current situation after being beaten, which is the best result.
"How dare you not kneel in front of His Highness the King of Zhou?" Seeing that he had finished establishing his power, Huang Guan became a guest official of the Ministry of Etiquette and scolded them with venomous words.
The envoys looked left and right, and finally someone couldn't stand the power of the Ming army. He hesitated and knelt down in aggrieved manner. Zhu Su, on the other hand, took a sip of the good tea he brought with a calm expression, as if no one else was kneeling down and he was not talking about business.
After a cup of tea, the envoys of all sects were forced to kneel down and obey orders, and Zhu Su nodded with satisfaction.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. I already know that you intend to teach me how to build a noble temple in Delhi."
Seeing that Zhu Su finally got down to business, the sect envoys suddenly raised their heads.
"I originally thought that this matter involves gods, so we must not be careless."
"Therefore, in the past few days, I have collected scriptures from various religions and read through the teachings of the gods of each religion, with the intention of selecting the religion that is most worthy of my respect and converting it..."
At this point, Zhu Su paused deliberately. The appetites of many religious envoys below were aroused, and they all stretched their necks.
I wish I could hear the name of the religious sect they represent from Zhu Su's mouth in the next second.
"The teachings of all the sects are very profound. After reading it, I feel that it is difficult to distinguish between them." Zhu Su smiled slightly and continued. Seeing a look of disappointment in the eyes of the religious envoys, Zhu Su then added with a smile:
"Although the teachings of each religion are excellent, in my opinion... there is one thing missing."
"If this thing can be supplemented, I believe that it will naturally be the most suitable teaching for the city of Delhi under the rule of the Ming Dynasty."
"Of course I will spare no effort to help spread this religion here."
(End of chapter)
