Chen Kan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at Xu Yuan who was sitting in a wheelchair and complaining endlessly.
Even though his legs are already strong, he is still sitting in a wheelchair and refuses to stand up.
People familiar with the matter knew that he was showing off and felt that he was very graceful sitting in a wheelchair, giving him the feeling that Zhuge Liang had everything under control.
But Chen Kan knows the truth and wants uninformed people to see it, thinking that Chen Kan is exploiting the disabled.
After Xu Yuan finished speaking, regardless of whether Chen Kantong agreed or not, he shook the wheel with one hand and fanned a fan made of unknown feathers with the other hand, and slowly walked towards the back courtyard of the Yamen, looking at the back , it really has the meaning of being a celebrity.
Ignoring Xu Yuan's bad taste, Chen Kan opened the confessions one by one and read them.
The more he looked, the more disappointed Chen Kan became.
From the oral confessions, it seems that the Jiaofang Secretary is all a bunch of minions. No one knows the true identity of the Buddha, and no one has seen what the Buddha looks like with his own eyes.
After a while, Chen Kan felt that this was reasonable. After all, Lu Feng had already reached the fourth level and the Bodhisattva level in the White Lotus Sect. He had never seen a Buddhist disciple before.
After reading all the confessions, Chen Kan rubbed his chin and began to think deeply.
The White Lotus cultists in the Jiaofang Division were wiped out, and the stronghold of Fule Yuan was taken away. For a shady cult like the White Lotus Sect, it was definitely a heavy loss.
But the mastermind behind the scenes was not caught, and a group of minions could not play a big role.
Unless the White Lotus Sect's strongholds in the entire capital are removed by following the clues, the Buddhist disciples may not be able to sit still.
After handing the confession to Shi Wen and asking him to arrest the person according to the diagram, Chen Kan returned to the room and carefully studied the White Lotus Sect information given to him by Sheng Yong.
As the saying goes, know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in every battle.
If Fozi cannot be arrested and brought to justice even if foreign aid is invited, where will he put his face in the future?
As for the White Lotus Sect strongholds in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Chen Kan did not intend to let people go and alert them.
What's more, after so many years, who knows if those strongholds are still there. Instead of wasting troops to catch those little minions, it is better to concentrate on catching this big fish in the capital.
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In a residential house near Xuanwu Lake in the north of the city, a man and a woman were slowly eating breakfast prepared by the owner of the house.
The man's face was expressionless, but the woman's face was full of annoyance.
Seeing the man's calm look, the irritation on the woman's face became even more intense.
She slammed her chopsticks on the table, looked at the man and asked, "What time has it been? Are you still in the mood to eat?"
The man's expression remained unchanged and he continued to eat.
After slowly finishing a bowl of millet porridge, the man said: "It's time to do morning lessons."
As soon as she heard the word "morning class", a blush suddenly appeared on the woman's irritable face.
Then he became a little angry and said: "Now there are people searching for us outside. What else do you have to do for morning classes? You have to do it yourself..."
After saying that, the woman was about to get up and leave, but the man's big iron-like hands instantly clamped her arm, preventing her from moving.
Two men dressed as ordinary people walked into the room silently and took away the leftovers from the table. The man gently pulled the woman and she fell on the table.
"Zi La~"
The silk skirt was violently torn apart. The man squeezed the magic with his hands and thrust forward. Waves of melancholy sounds suddenly echoed in the room.
"Hmm~"
After a man and a woman finished their so-called morning classes, two women came in from outside the door to clean up all kinds of filth for them.
But the woman was unwilling to get up, and instead just hung on the man.
The man sat back on the chair, holding the woman hanging on his waist who was unwilling to get down with one hand, and whispered a few words to the servant next to him.
Not long after, a man walked into the room, came to the man's side and whispered a few words.
After the man finished speaking with a solemn expression, a trace of anger flashed in the man's eyes, and then he closed his eyes and began to think deeply.
After a while, he said: "If you lose, just lose it. They are all insignificant people. Don't let the changes in the capital affect our plans."
This man and woman are the Buddhist disciples and saints of the White Lotus Sect who have been lurking in the capital for several days. The purpose of their coming to the capital this time was to take advantage of the chaos to place people among local officials when the capital inspection was over.
Secondly, he wanted to meet the man who once broke through the deadlock he had laid.
What the Buddha didn't expect was that the man's sense of smell was so sharp. Fule Yuan was a stronghold in the capital that had been left by the previous generation of Buddhists. Now it was suddenly taken away. As a Buddhist, he could not absolve himself of the blame. , when I return to the teaching center at the end of the year to tell the story, I will definitely be criticized.
The man understood, then bowed and asked: "Buddha, what are your and the saint's plans next?"
The man pondered for a while, and suddenly a coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he said to the woman in his arms: "Put your affairs aside for now, and come with me to Sichuan."
There was a hint of reluctance on the woman's face, but when she met the man's emotionless eyes, she was suddenly shocked. She knew that the man was not negotiating with her.
Even though she was unwilling to do so, she was just a powerless woman after all. She could only achieve her goal by relying on the man in front of her.
She forced a smile on her face, nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing the unwillingness on the woman's face, the man chuckled and comforted: "Don't worry, I will make that person pay the price."
Patting the woman's snow-white shoulder, he told the man: "Please make arrangements. I plan to go to Shuzhong."
"Yes, I will make arrangements now."
The man took the order and left. Neither the Buddha nor he seemed to pay attention to the five-city military division that had blocked the capital.
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After studying the development history of the White Lotus Sect from the late Tang Dynasty to the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Chen Kan frowned.
All signs in the book indicate that the White Lotus Sect seems to have more than one Buddhist disciple.
Sheng Yong's annotation in the book speculates that the White Lotus Sect is likely to be managed by no less than five Buddhist disciples.
Sheng Yong divided the sphere of influence of the White Lotus Sect into the five Buddhist disciples in the southeast, northwest, northwest, and northwest. Does that mean that there is a supreme ruler above the five Buddhist disciples?
"Buddha Mother?"
"Or Our Lady of White Lotus?"
The knowledge Chen Kan learned from later generations did not include these things.
"It seems that I still think of the White Lotus Sect too simply."
Chen Kan muttered to himself that the White Lotus Sect that he knew in later generations was a folk cult in history. It could at most be related to the Maitreya Sect, the Ming Sect, and the Tianli Sect. However, according to the information provided by Sheng Yong, the White Lotus Sect was only There are hundreds of branches.
Moreover, most of these branch sects have evolved into deeply rooted civil organizations in certain places. After the death of father, son succeeds, and has the power of life and death over the believers.
