The paper figurine Zhang is the nail left by Zhang Jian in the Red Lotus Road.
Ever since his young grandson was rescued by Zhang Jian, the paper man Zhang has completely returned to his heart and sent him some information about the Red Lotus Dao from time to time.
Most of the information Zhang Lu collected came from the paper man Zhang.
Zhang Lu opened his mouth to respond, but Zhang Jian's eyes moved and he suddenly smiled.
"I'd better go there myself!"
"Um?"
Zhang Lu's eyes were a little surprised, but he was still happy for a moment.
Liulin Street, Liuji Paper Horse Shop
There is still a lot of traffic around, but there are many more camel riders. The camels carry many specialties from the Western Regions on their backs, attracting many children from rich families and even the purchasers of wealthy families.
"Mr. Lang, should we go and have a look? I found that there are still many silk and brocade products from other counties, including sparrow gold, woven gold blankets, scarlet feather satin, and Doror velvet. If these things are given as gifts, Give it to Qi Xiaoniang, Qi Xiaoniang will definitely be happy!"
Zhang Lu was in high spirits.
Zhang Jian shook his head after hearing this. "The Qi family has seen her a lot, but she may not like her!"
The Qi family has very broad eyes and ears in the secular world, and they have never seen anything even above the current Zhang family.
Zhang Jian will not be embarrassed.
If he wants to give them, he won't give these "outdated" gifts.
At this time, Zhang Jian looked around the long street. The sight of the Red Lotus Taoist cultists pulling people to preach had disappeared.
Under the joint suppression of the Qi and Zhang families, Hongliandao's actions have restrained a lot, but secretly, a bigger disturbance is brewing.
In the paper horse shop, Zhang Jian saw the busy paper man Zhang from a distance.
At this time, the paper man Zhang was still wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket. It was really strange to be wrapped in such a cotton-padded jacket in such weather. There were also layers of putty powder wiped on his face.
Zhang Jian glanced at it, didn't care, and said hello with a smile.
"Boss Liu, we have a guest!"
"It turns out to be Zhang Juren, please come in!"
The paper man Zhang had a hoarse voice, and he asked his apprentice to greet the others first.
"Boss Liu, are there any new products in the Zhima store recently?"
Zhang Jian glanced around with a smile on his face.
He made the trip in person this time, naturally to 'sweep the goods'.
The paper man Zhang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Zhang Juren will invite you inside."
He looked around at the same time!
Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated slightly. He had long noticed that there were many eyes outside the Liuji Paper Horse Shop.
When he got to the backyard, he asked.
"Are you under suspicion??"
The paper man Zhang was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Probably not. It's just that something big has happened in the Honghua Temple recently. The chief abbot is a little sensitive to this. Many believers who are outside are being monitored casually!"
"What are you doing inside Honglian Dao recently? Do you have any clues?"
Zhang Jian looked at the paper man Zhang.
"The great host, the head of the temple, has very strict control over this, and I don't know either!"
"That's a shame!"
Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated.
Immediately, the paper man Zhang led Zhang Jian to the corner of the back hall, uncovered a large piece of paper man, revealing a lot of 'good stuff'.
In addition to the merit lotus flowers and the purple gas golden lanterns from the previous times, Zhang Jian's eyes fell on one of them.
"This thing is...?"
Zhang Jian looked at the tall long flag of that man. There was darkness above the flag, and there were countless dim yellow runes on it. Deep in the core was a huge roulette wheel.
The banner is covered with detailed scriptures.
"This is a banner of the Netherworld Rebirth, with sutras written on it. Sir, what do you think of its appearance?"
Zhang Jian smiled and said: "It looks pretty good on the outside, let's give it a try!"
This gift-giving is only his first time getting involved in access control, and he can only cross the river by feeling the stones.
Anyway, it looks good, I’ll leave it to my ancestors to figure out for myself if I can send it over!
Not getting any information from the paper man Zhang, Zhang Jian was going to go to the Honghua Empress Temple on the outskirts of the city to investigate.
At this moment, his eyes moved.
The Ten Thousand Realms Spiritual Awareness Bead in Divine Thought suddenly moved.
"Help……"
He heard an extremely faint female voice in his ears, which made him hesitate.
After this sound, several more sounds appeared.
"Um?"
Zhang Jian looked into the depths of the shrine shrouded in red silk, and finally determined that the sound came from the depths of the shrine.
"Red Flower Lady?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Jian's eyes.
Zhang Jian specifically inquired about the belief of Honglian Tao. The belief of Honglian Tao is centered on the Red Flower Empress.
Hundreds of years ago, the Red Flower Empress was a good woman who came from a wealthy local family. She was famous for her loyalty, filial piety and justice. During the troubled times, she used herself as a trap to lure the rebels into the trap. After her unexpected untimely death, she became the leader of the local people. It is remembered that many gentry later petitioned, and the local county governor came forward to build the Red Flower Empress Temple to commemorate this heroic woman, and also to praise loyalty and filial piety.
The original belief of the Red Flower Empress was very pure.
It was only in the past ten years that it evolved into the Red Lotus Way, with the slogan that the Red Lotus came to the world to save all sentient beings.
Earlier, the believers of the Honghua Empress Temple were just ordinary people. These people also talked about loyalty and filial piety, and occasionally asked for children. After the success, a mess of beliefs gradually came into being.
He strolled up to the shrine, and with the incomprehensible look on the paper mannequin Zhang's face, he lifted the red silk of the shrine. What came into view was a dark-skinned demon god with eight arms emerging behind him and a black-red golden wheel behind his head. .
Wu Zi untied the red silk, and an invisible scent of incense flowed out of it.
When the paper man Zhang saw Zhang Jian's actions, his eyes were a little surprised, but he still stood motionless.
For them, this shrine is more like a channel for receiving news, and they occasionally use it to worship.
At this time, as the red silk was untied, the voice in Zhang Jian's ear seemed to be clearer, with a hint of surprise.
"Mr. Sir, can you hear me?"
Zhang Jian looked straight at the divine eyes, and with his keen mind, he felt a sharp fluctuation of the divine power in them, but he heard the voice say again suddenly.
"Mr. Lang, if you can hear my cry for help, please give me a stick of incense. I will be grateful to you!"
Hearing this, Zhang Jian smiled and said: "One stick of incense? I'm afraid you won't be able to bear my one stick of incense!"
Hearing this, the power of the incense around the strange statue fluctuated faintly, and there seemed to be words coming out, but they seemed to be gradually blocked, and the words were slowly distorted.
His eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he saw the other party's dilemma, and he smiled.
"You are also a poor person. In memory of your filial piety and loyalty, I will give you half a stick of incense today!"
"I hope I can help your dreams come true!"
Hearing Zhang Jian speak, the paper man Zhang felt it was extremely strange, but Zhang Jian was far superior to him in Taoism, so he immediately took a stick of incense nearby and handed it to Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian casually broke off the stick of incense in his hand, leaving only half of it, then lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.
