The believer who asked the question was "Zawiya" who originally served in the city of Delhi, which means the bishop of a city. Now that Delhi has fallen and the Tianfang Sect has been expelled by Akito, the power of his "Zawiya" has naturally been reduced to nothingness.
Therefore, among these congregants, he and Jamila were the most lonely. But unlike Jamila, this Zawiya has been in the prosperous city of Delhi for half his life and has long lost the ferocity of fighting for life and death.
Hearing that Jamila actually planned to kill the Ming Dynasty King Zhou, the fat-bellied Zawiya immediately changed his expression: "Contact the believers? Are you... are you crazy?"
"The Ming people are not even afraid of war elephants, and their soldiers will also use terrible weapons that can spit out flames. Their warships can trigger thunder and easily tear Muslim warriors apart... You actually want to go Assassinate their king?"
"If this arouses the anger of the Emperor of the Great Tomorrow...our Islam is already at war with Western Christianity. Do we need to provoke another more terrifying Eastern power?"
"No problem, the True Ancestor will bless us." Jamila said. The pain in his buttocks and the humiliation caused by being caned in public made him burst out with anger and resentment towards Zhu Su, and this anger and resentment made him selectively ignore the power of Ming Dynasty.
Even Zawiya could see that Jamila was so keen on killing the Ming Dynasty King Zhou, not necessarily for the benefit of Islam, but perhaps more to avenge her own private revenge...
But at this time, he was just a bishop who had lost power. He no longer had the high authority he once had. He actually had no right to speak, so naturally he could not shake Jamila's decision.
It was already dark at this time, and Jamila returned to the Muslim military formation outside the city, preparing to rest for a night before setting off tomorrow. She was also looking for an opportunity to secretly contact Zoroastrianism and other sects who were also unwilling to submit to the Ming Dynasty. These things had nothing to do with Zawiya. He dejectedly returned to the tent assigned to him, missing his luxurious time that he would never return.
The tent was suddenly opened, and the cold air swept in made Zawiya, who was in a trance, suddenly tremble. "Who?" He jumped up alertly.
"Brother, I'm very interested. The disaster of beheading is right in front of you, but you're still wandering around in Taixu?"
The person who came had long flowing sleeves and a handsome appearance. He was very different from the person who was poisoned by body. Zawiya recognized the identity of this person at a glance. It was the young man who knew the language of body poison by the side of King Zhou of the Ming Dynasty. scholar.
The person who came was none other than Huang Guan. He looked at the fat-bellied senior official of the Tianfang Sect in the tent with ridicule and contempt on his face. Zawiya, on the other hand, was in a panic: "Mingren? Why are you here? Someone..." His first reaction was to shout for help.
Huang Guan, however, had already stepped forward, with the dagger in his hand already pressed against Zawiya's throat. "Silence. If you dare to speak out, I will kill you first before Jamila kills me. Do you believe it or not?" Zawiya's voice was as abrupt as a rooster suddenly stuck in the neck with a sharp knife. He stopped, looking at the cold light on his neck with a horrified face.
"I am here to convey a message to His Highness. His Highness asks you, do you want to die with Jamila, or are you willing to be the 'caliph' of the Great Tomorrow Sect, inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people?"
"Caliph?" Zawiya's eyes suddenly lit up. The so-called "Caliph" means "the leader" of Islam. Zawiya used to be in charge of the mosque in Delhi, but he still did not dare to think about the position of "caliph". He considered it for a while and asked cautiously: "How does His Highness King Zhou want me to become the 'Caliph'?"
"What's so difficult about this?" Huang Guan didn't move the dagger in his hand, but said calmly: "As long as His Highness King Zhou supports you, you will naturally become the 'Caliph' in this poisonous place!"
"This...but our Islamic Caliphate is not under the control of King Zhou..." As Zawiya said, he looked at Huang Guan like a silly child, but he was startled at first, and then Got it.
What this scholar from the Ming Dynasty meant was that he turned away from Islam with the support of the Ming Dynasty, and established a new religion with the support of the King of Zhou to become his own religion!
"I...I definitely don't dare to covet the position of Caliph!" Zawiya instinctively waved his hands and denied repeatedly, but his heart was already beating wildly and uncontrollably.
"The choice is all up to you." Huang Guan took back the dagger in his hand. "I am just sending a message to His Highness. If you are willing to surrender to His Highness, I will take Jamila's head and enter the city tomorrow. If you are not willing to surrender..."
"In the future, on the battlefield, don't blame me, the Ming Dynasty, for being unmerciful."
After Huang Guan finished speaking, he turned around and left the tent. The sharp blade finally left his neck, and Zawiya was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He bravely opened the curtain and saw that Mingren left the camp in a grand manner under the protection of several Islamic believers wearing headscarves.
There is actually a wise insider among the believers! Zawiya's face was full of horror, but he no longer had the courage to report. In his mind, heaven and man were fighting...
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The next day, at the head of Delhi.
The morning light from the horizon shines on the city wall. Although this place is thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty, the sunrise scene is not much different. Zhu Su stood with his hands behind his hands, facing the morning light on the horizon, looking quite leisurely. However, Huang Guan and other scholars who came out of the city last night to "persuade surrender" had troubled expressions. From time to time, they stretched their necks to pay attention to the movements under the city wall. .
"Your Highness." Although Huang Guan's voice was stern when he was at the Tianfang Sect camp last night, at this time, he didn't have much confidence in his heart. "Can these few words of mine really incite civil strife in Tianfang Sect, Zoroastrian Sect and other sects?"
"If they really gather believers and come to attack them, how will we deal with them?"
"Do your best and listen to fate. Now that you've done your best, why worry so much?" Zhu Su said calmly.
Seeing that Huang Guan and others still looked uneasy, they had no choice but to explain a little: "My Ming Dynasty has a great reputation. Even in this poisonous place, I am like thunder, enough to make people afraid."
"In addition, we have gathered many declining sects, but their Tianfang sect has been comfortable in this poisonous place for a long time. The so-called born from sorrow and died from happiness, not everyone can have the courage to die with me, the Ming Dynasty. Knocked."
"The hearts of that generation are not unified, and signs of division have appeared. What can Jamila of the Fang Sect give them that day? It's amazing, just some gold and silver. While they need to fight hard against elite teachers like us, they are also very likely to be attacked. Revenge from the Heavenly Kingdom.”
"We will throw out the bait again and are willing to help them establish a new sect so that each of them can be promoted and make a fortune... With motives and interests, I will not worry about no one turning to me. I am 70% sure of this plan. . As long as some believers from Tianfang Sect and Zoroastrian Sect defect to us, their followers will naturally be unable to attack us in groups!"
(End of chapter)
