"I have also heard about the Red Lotus Sect. They are recruiting followers in Hebei and Jingdong under the slogan 'Practice for Heaven'," Zhao Qin said.
"The court never thought about containing it?" Song Che asked.
Zhao Qin shook his head, "I heard that they only believe in gods, and they once helped clear away Japanese pirates. Now that the dynasty is in serious trouble from abroad, the court has always turned a blind eye to these gangs at home."
"The so-called cult is just shouting loud slogans, flattering the world with its beliefs, and seeking wealth and killing behind the scenes, just like in front of you."
Song Che had previously dealt with the Red Lotus Sect once, and remembered that the person was called "Barefoot Immortal", and he also used a blinding method called "Invisibility Technique".
And the man in front of him had just shouted something like "Water Escape".
Invisibility and water escape techniques are hard not to remind people of "Japanese ninjutsu".
The Red Lotus Sect is by no means an ordinary sect - it cannot win a war, its national power cannot be matched, and it is a typical conspiracy to engage in cultural invasion.
At this time, the man vomited all the water in his belly and woke up. Faced with the situation of being surrounded, he was not afraid at all, and even became arrogant and domineering:
"I advise you to mind your own business. If you anger the Ghost Mother, you will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Song Che was too lazy to talk nonsense and winked at Jiang Yun Angel:
"Let him feel pain first."
Jiang Yuntian grabbed the man by the collar and slapped him twice: "Tell me, what is the ghost mother? Why did you frame that girl?"
Even though the man was vomiting blood, he still said stubbornly: "I have magical powers to protect my body. If I die for the sect, I will ascend to heaven!"
"Oh, you are too naive if you want to die. If you fall into my hands, your life will only be worse than death."
Before Jiang Yuntian took action, he said hello to others: "Elderly people, children, and those with weak psychological endurance, all consciously avoid it, so as not to make it too bloody later and have nightmares at night."
"Are you going to cut his flesh, drink his blood, dig out his eyes, and gouge out his heart?" Liu Xiang'er had big eyes, curious, excited and expectant.
"Is this little girl from your family?" Jiang Yuntian raised his eyebrows at Song Che.
Shen Wenjun smiled and dragged Liu Xiang'er off the deck. The others, who couldn't see the blood, turned around to avoid it.
Seeing this battle, the man was a little scared, and he swallowed, "You... what do you want to do? If you dare to take food from the ghost mother's mouth, and if you dare to hurt her descendants, you will suffer-"
"Uh-huh!"
"ah!"
Before the man could finish speaking, Jiang Yuntian raised his sword, cut off one of his ears, and glared angrily:
"Who is a ghost mother? I am a living Shura. Stop talking nonsense and recruit her truthfully so you won't be tortured."
The man covered his ears and rolled on the ground in pain.
"It seems you want to continue. Where will I cut you this time?"
Jiang Yuntian opened the man's shirt and slid the tip of his sword downwards, "Should I take out your heart and lungs? Or disembowel you, or cut off your descendants?
I count to three!
one!
two!
three--"
"Asura, please spare your life!"
He lay on the ground like a man, kowtowing and begging for mercy, "I said, I said... that girl was used by the Ghost Mother to sacrifice to heaven, and she was going to be sent to the altar!"
"Where is the altar? Where is the Ghost Mother? Is it from the Red Lotus Sect? How many believers are there in the crowd?" Song Che asked continuously.
"Ten miles to the west, passing through a bamboo forest, there is a Thumb Village, where the Ghost Mother is. Our entire village has embraced the Red Lotus Sect, with a population of about three hundred people.
On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year this year, the ghost mother said that it was the day of heaven's choosing, and she needed to find a woman who was born in the lunar month of the lunar year and had a perfect body to sacrifice to the gods.
We captured that girl from the market in the town. Unexpectedly, she was very clever, so we let her escape on the way back..."
The man explained clearly.
"Will the sacrifice be held tonight?" Song Che asked again.
"The altar opens at midnight..."
"What are the specifications for the sacrifices? Where are they performed?"
"All believers need to wear plain black clothes and wrap their faces with black scarves. They must gather at the Ancestral Hall in the west of the village to welcome the birth of the Ghost Mother..."
"Keep him alive, it will be useful."
"Snapped!"
Jiang Yuntian cut the man on the back of the head with his palm, knocking him unconscious.
"That's unreasonable!"
Zhao Qin clenched his fists and said indignantly, "I never thought there would be such ridiculous things among the people. When I return to Beijing, I must tell my father to eradicate this harmful cult!"
"What should we do now?" Jiang Yuntian asked.
Song Che pursed his lips and thought,
I heard from the man that the whole village is a believer, about 300 people. Although this place has passed the Jingdong Road boundary, it is still one day's journey from Yingtian Mansion in Nanjing. If troops are sent to suppress it, it will be too time-consuming.
But cults have a common problem. Most believers are just followers. If the leader of the culprit can be captured and the absurd beliefs are eradicated, the believers will disperse in droves.
With the force of Jiang Yuntian and Lin Tong, it would be easy to kill a cult leader.
The biggest problem is how to cut through the mess quickly.
"In this way, since they want to sacrifice, we will give him a trick to find out who is the holy one who dares to claim to be the ghost mother."
Since you want to use the trick, you have to send the "sacrifice" back to them.
The girl who was rescued was still in a coma, and even if she woke up, she probably wouldn't have the strength to defend herself.
Find a smarter girl of the same age to serve as a sacrifice, then sneak into the ghost village and find an opportunity to kill with a knife...
who?
Who is suitable?
Who else but her.
"no!"
Shen Wenjun took Liu Xiang'er into his arms and glared at Song Che: "Xiang'er is your sister, can you bear to let her take this risk?"
Song Che said bitterly: "Look, I haven't named her yet, but you already know which one to protect. In your mind, she is also the best choice."
"Sir, let me do it. I'm not afraid of anything!" Coco volunteered.
"How old are you? Why are you going?" Shen Wenjun pulled Coco back again.
"Then...then only...only I come."
Fu'er's legs were trembling. She was so frightened even before she left. It was obvious that she couldn't do it either.
"Oh, how can you little girls come to such an adventurous thing? It just so happens that I was born on a yin day in a yin year, a yin month, and a yin day, and my aunt has never been married, and I am still a young girl."
Sun Hehua stepped forward!
"Nanny... I want a girl. No matter how old you are, don't get involved." Zhao Qin blushed and pulled Sun Hehua back.
"Okay, okay, don't argue. It used to be that ghosts catch people, but now it's people fighting ghosts. Of course I don't want to miss such a fun thing."
Liu Xiang'er puffed up her not-so-arrogant chest. Apart from excitement, there was no trace of fear in her eyes.
"Xian'er, stop messing around."
"Sister, don't worry. To eliminate harm for the people is to do justice for God. You always say that I don't do anything. I will show you my power tonight!"
"Okay!" Zhao Qin praised, "If Xiang'er sister can help break the evil cult, I will tell my father in person when I get to Xijing and make you a 'little county king'."
"Eh? County Lord, are you an official?" Liu Xiang'er's eyes lit up.
Zhao Qin smiled and said: "It's not an official position, it's an honorary title and a fifth-grade salary."
Jiang Yuntian curled his lips, "Isn't that the same level as me?"
Zhao Qin said: "Of course. From now on, girls from Xiang'er, no matter which state they go to, can become guests and be respected by local officials."
Jiang Yuntian said: "This little girl, it's better not to praise her too highly, otherwise she will be able to change the world."
Xiang'er snorted softly, "You can be the prince consort, why can't I be the county prince? You -"
"Hey, hey, hey, there's no intention, there's no intention!" Song Che just hurriedly covered the leaky little mouth.
