This is a low-magic script. Five innate masters cannot be wasted.
When he reaches the innate realm, he can clear other people's memories.
Of course, this is just clearing, not targeted modification.
It is too difficult to modify.
And clearing the memory, the violent impact of an ordinary car accident may cause people to lose their memory.
And he can achieve precise control, only losing his memory and not getting hurt.
"Who am I?" the Seventh Palace Master said confusedly.
"Where am I?" the Thirteenth Hall Master asked.
"What are we doing?" The others looked like idiots.
"You are all my sons." Quan Cult Leader laughed "haha".
"You are younger than me, how can I be your son?" a palace master wondered.
Wen Rensheng nodded, it seemed that their common sense memory had not been completely cleared.
He remembered that it was said in brain science that human memory is divided into permanent and temporary memory.
Common sense is of course a permanent memory.
He just left three points of strength, which was just right.
After all, it's a complete fool and it's not easy to use.
"You just grow up too fast." Leader Quan said without any doubt.
"Dad." The palace master said immediately.
"Okay, good son, daddy will buy you some sweets to eat. Let's go..."
With that said, Master Quan took five innate masters and went down the mountain to go shopping.
Wen Rensheng smiled and continued down the mountain.
The congregant who had just informed him had already sneaked away.
In the Demon Cult, there are only two types of people who are not clever: dead people and people with extremely high martial arts skills.
In the tenth hall.
The saint is sitting cross-legged, and there is a dog basin not far away, with a large basin of top-quality meat bones in it.
A purple-flowered dog was eating a huge meal without any image.
Once you have more of this dark history, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.
Not long after, she suddenly opened her eyes.
"It really failed."
She shook her head.
In fact, she had known that it would be impossible for the palace masters to succeed.
That man was inscrutable and completely invisible.
If you don't understand the enemy's situation, you will act rashly.
This is gambling, nine times out of ten you will lose.
"I want to see if you can succeed? Where exactly do you want to take the Holy Religion? Will you burn bridges across rivers in the future?"
As she spoke, she walked up to the purple-flowered dog and touched it twice.
"People's hearts are complicated, and only cats and dogs can make people feel at ease."
Zhao Han felt a little ashamed when he heard this.
She wanted to say that dogs are not reliable these days.
Forget it, let’s just chew the bones.
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The outskirts of Wuguan County, fifty miles away.
A guerrilla surnamed Yang, with 500 young soldiers and 200 civilian laborers hauling baggage, looked from a distance in the direction of the county town that had been occupied for almost a year.
These few soldiers were gathered together from several nearby garrison and county towns.
"Sir Guerrilla, this is the base of the Demon Cult. I heard that there are as many innates as dogs, and the channels are all over the ground. Are we old, weak, sick and disabled to take back the county? Or are we here to die?" A general manager next to him said with a sad face.
Said.
"What did you say? We came here to see what kind of work there is to do on the other side. We put away our swords and guns, and took out our shovels, hoes, and saws... These days there is no business, and I, a guerrilla, have a hard time." Yang Guerrilla ordered.
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"You are still smarter." The boss immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered his brothers to throw the tattered swords and guns back into the car and replace them with more glamorous work tools.
Due to the Great Inflammation, many garrison troops have a shortage of up to 90% of their soldiers. As for where the soldiers on the list have gone?
They all went to work for the officers and serve.
Yang Youyi didn't want to come either.
However, Shangguan had an order to give an explanation to his superiors, so he was sent out.
To put it bluntly, it is a life-threatening job.
Everyone knows that how can a mere five hundred young men be the opponent of the Demon Sect?
At least fifty thousand, and they must be elite soldiers.
But where could the imperial court find the money and food for fifty thousand soldiers?
The little living money he had had to be provided to Governor Sun.
After all, rogue bandits are the greatest danger. If they are allowed to break into the Jiangnan and Central South areas, Dayan will really perish.
Fortunately, Inspector Sun was almost blocking them.
Not long after, three people and nine horses appeared in the distance, towards the southern county seat.
One person and three horses.
Everyone is wearing heavy armor, and they have good horses on their crotches and legs. On the two horses next to them, they have long bows and hard arrows.
When Yang Youzhi saw this, his heart felt cold.
A soldier next to him said angrily: "How dare three people come to deal with us?"
"What do you know? This is a common method used by martial arts masters to deal with large armies," another old soldier said. "Ordinary cavalry cannot fire long bows on horses, but these martial arts masters can. They have accurate eyesight, strong physical strength, and can continuously
Fire your powerful bow a hundred times!"
"Fire a hundred times? If I fire eight times, it will hurt to death." The soldier jumped.
"And they are all sharp archers, specially designed to deal with soldiers with little armor like us. If we let them shoot arrows, they will scatter us in a moment." The old soldier shook his head.
Ordinary soldiers are no match for these people.
We can only use the same masters to act as spies to expel these people.
But they don't have such masters at all.
On the other hand, Master Guerrilla himself is at the 9th level of body tempering, but unfortunately he has no inner energy.
If you really have inner anger, you won't be a guerrilla. Wouldn't it be better to go back to your hometown and become a local bully?
Although being a guerrilla is not a big deal, you have to be angry with the civil servants.
"Hurry up and send someone to tell us that we are here to work." Yang Youyi ordered directly.
Soon a soldier rode out to shout.
Hearing their shouting, two of the three people walked out, while one stayed behind and watched the horses.
The two people were in tandem.
After getting closer, the person in front asked: "Are you here to work? What do you know?"
"Masonry, bricklaying, carpentry, blacksmith, farming, I can do everything." The soldier said proudly.
"Will you fight?"
"No." The soldier didn't feel embarrassed at all.
People will die in war.
Why fight?
When the enemy comes, just protect the guerrilla master and escape.
There are horses anyway.
"Oh, I don't think you can do it either. Well, we are about to build a new market here and we are in urgent need of skilled craftsmen."
"How much salary do you pay?"
"It is 30% higher than the market price. The daily payment is 80 cents and the monthly payment is three taels of silver. The longer you work, the higher the salary."
"Can you give me three taels of silver?" The soldier was overjoyed.
These days, a hawker can earn 20 taels of silver a year, which is a good year.
Ordinary workers earn only one or twenty taels of silver per year.
Two to four taels of silver buy one stone of rice.
One year's income can buy seven shi of rice.
It seems that you can live a good life, but this is under an ideal situation where there are no excessive taxes, no one is involved, and there are no illnesses or disasters...
"Of course we can give you everything. If anyone deducts money, you can report it online." The man said proudly.
"Why did you give it to me?" the soldier asked.
"Give it to whoever works, cash, grain, salt or banknotes, whatever you want." The man continued.
"Oh, just give it to me... can't we guerrilla masters? Those are our guerrilla soldiers." The soldier came up with an idea.
The man sneered, and he understood immediately what his intention was.
"We don't care what you do. Anyway, whoever works here gets paid."
"Okay, wait until I ask Master Guerrilla."
The soldier thought for a moment and then drove his horse back.
"Three taels? The big families in the city only give one or two and a half, and they only give it at the end of the year." Mr. Guerrilla was overjoyed.
He has 500 people, plus 200 people, working for a month is 3*700=2100 taels of silver!
Working for one year is more than 20,000!
You can also ask for grain and grass from the rear. It doesn't matter if you don't give it. You can let the people on the other side pay wages with grain.
Sent!
As for giving it to an individual, wouldn't it be nice if he could find a reason to put it away later?
Anyway, the parents and families of these soldiers are under his control, and he is not afraid that they will not pay.
In the end, just give them a few hundred pennies as pocket money.