As the king of Yue, Li Hui saw tens of thousands of people kneeling in worship on many occasions.
For example, in the Winter Solstice Heaven Sacrifice held every three years, members of the royal family, civil and military officials, and ordinary people of Chang'an face the southeast to worship the sun and pray for good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people;
For example, when I went to the military camp with my father to review, the hundreds of soldiers who had returned triumphantly, with strong evil spirits on their bodies, knelt down on one knee and shouted long live the mountain;
For example, I went to Taihao Mountain for further training not long ago. Haotian believers from different countries and regions knelt down at the foot of the towering Taihao Mountain, worshiping step by step, moving forward to worship the mountain.
Compared with those scenes, the people of Taiyuan Prefecture kneeling on the ground in front of them,
He has no prominent position, no outstanding military exploits, and no material resources. Compared with the monks in his palace, they can be said to be as weak as ants.
But at this moment, standing on a tall building in the biting autumn wind, looking at the heads below that were knocking on the ground,
However, Li Hui felt an emotion that he had not experienced in a long time.
fear.
He was not the only one to feel this way, Li Leling, Qiu Feng, the Taiyuan Prefecture governor and a group of bureaucrats, and the people on the high-rise buildings turned pale and could not say a word.
"You guys, are you seeking death?!"
The military attache at the gate of the prefecture's mansion subconsciously took a step back, but then he realized that the prince, princess, and the prefect were looking at him from the high building, so he had no choice but to shout: "Besieging the prefecture's mansion is equivalent to conspiracy, which is trivial.
Then he will be exiled thousands of miles, bringing disaster to his descendants.
Or behead him in public display!
Think carefully! Don’t delay your children!”
"The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"
A rural sage raised his head with red eyes and shouted: "Surround the prefect's house and commit the death penalty for Yu Lu.
But staying at home is also the end of waiting to die of illness.
We just want a way to survive!"
"Stay at home and don't run around. That's how you survive!"
The military attache stood on the steps, pointed the long knife in his hand downwards, pointed at the stone bricks, and shouted sternly: "Believe in the imperial court, don't cause trouble to the imperial court, and don't become a mob!"
"What is a mob?"
A scholar laughed sadly and said: "When we followed the government's arrangements to close the city and stayed at home, we were not a mob.
When we listened to calls in newspapers and periodicals to actively curb the plague and donated money and materials, we were not a mob.
And now, we just knelt down in front of the prefect's mansion and did not do anything to smash, smash or burn, but we are classified as a mob? Will it affect our descendants? "
Without waiting for the military attache to answer, the scholar then said: "The relatives of the bureaucrats in the city secretly packed their luggage during the day yesterday and were ready to evacuate with the dignitaries at any time.
This Shangguan, can you also be taken away?
If not, what are you trying to protect by fulfilling your duties here?"
Not only was the military attaché speechless, but even the soldiers beside him looked at each other with hesitation on their faces. The simple sword he pulled out in his hand subconsciously lowered his head.
Click.
Li Hui unconsciously used a little force with her palms to make fingerprints on the wooden window edge.
The Taiyuan prefect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said softly, "Let me go and have a look."
Then he quickly ran downstairs with a few people.
He walked through the courtyard, walked out of the gate, came to the military attache's side, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, I am the governor of Taiyuan.
Please keep your eyes open and don't be deceived by evildoers.
I pledge my wealth and life to you,
Whether it's the previous leaflets, the plague ghost charm not long ago, or the rumors circulating in the city in the past two days that the so-called prefect and other bureaucrats want to withdraw and leave the people in the city alone,
They are all concocted by traitors,
The purpose is to cause chaos in Taiyuan Prefecture and to harm more people in Taiyuan Prefecture!"
"lie!"
The prefect's words were interrupted mercilessly. A woman in colorful clothes stood up and called out: "I am the madam of Yilu Tower in the city. Last night, I heard with my own ears that the servants of the prefect's house came to Yilu Tower.
, looking for the singer Du Jiuniang.
It is said that at this time today, most of the officials in the Taishou Mansion will follow the prince and princess to find an opportunity to evacuate Taiyuan Mansion.
Du Jiuniang and the other governor's lovers have now been secretly taken to the mansion, put on maid clothes, and prepared to leave the city together.
Dear fellow citizens, he would rather escape from the city with his karaoke lover than spend more time protecting us common people."
The Taiyuan prefect's face changed after being slapped in the face, he stamped his feet and angrily shouted: "Nonsense, this is a frame-up!
Someone, arrest this nonsense bustard!"
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The soldiers beside the prefect looked at each other, but no one listened to the prefect's words and took a step forward.
"What are you doing standing still? Do you also want to rebel?"
Thinking that the prince was still watching him upstairs, the prefect became furious and shouted: "One hundred guan, no, one thousand guan. I will give you one thousand guan to detain her!"
"Prefect,"
A young soldier bravely raised his hand and said, "I don't want money, but can you take me with you when you leave the city?"
"you"
The prefect was so angry that he couldn't say anything. His finger pointing at the soldier hung in the air, trembling back and forth.
"We just want to see Mr. Li Xiaolang once!"
The rural sage who spoke first stood up from the ground and said loudly: "Why was it that he was able to make medicines so quickly for blood carbuncle, water poisoning, and malaria before, but this time the plague was delayed?
It's been so long.
We just want an explanation."
A Confucian scholar stood up and said, "Yes! We followed Mr. Li Xiaolang's arrangement and sealed off the city. But now, every family is crying, every household is mourning, and even the court has given up on us. We just want justice!"
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"That's right, fair! Mr. Li Xiaolang is the reincarnation of the Little Medicine King God. He will not ignore us. There are traitors who have blinded his ears and eyes!"
More and more people stood up from the ground, including Zhuo San, who was carrying his mother on his back.
He had a cold expression and a simple knife at his waist.
The huge crowd crowded towards the gate of the Prefect's Mansion.
As soon as Zhuo San took a step, his arm was grabbed.
"Saburo!"
The yamen servant Sun Er appeared quietly behind him, lowered his voice and said sternly: "What are you going to do?"
"Do what I have to do,"
Zhuo San said expressionlessly: "Save my mother."
His mother seemed to be even more sick than yesterday. She was lying on Zhuo San's back, her hair was messy, her forehead was covered with sweat, and it was difficult to open her eyes.
"Don't be stupid, you can't save her."
Sun Er, the yamen servant, advised: "The prefect's mansion is protected by monks, and you can't even see Mr. Li Xiaolang's face."
As if to verify Sun Er’s words,
On the steps, the Taiyuan prefect turned pale when he saw the crowds of people approaching. He turned to look at the Zhenfu Division monk beside him and said loudly: "Brother Su, stop them!"
After these days of observation, the image of the prefect has fallen to the bottom in the eyes of the Zhenfu monks.
However, duty is duty.
The monk surnamed Su curled his lips imperceptibly, took a step forward, murmured his lips, and recited a spell.
Buzz——
The effect of the spell spread along the ground, and the originally solid rammed earth road in front of the prefect's mansion immediately became soft and muddy.
Like a shallow swamp, it trapped the people's feet firmly.
This is the power of magic,
You only need to control the people at the front, and you don't have to worry about the situation getting out of control when the crowd gets excited.
Just as the monk surnamed Su was about to end the spell, an inexplicable force forcefully penetrated his spell.
His lips continued to murmur involuntarily, and he continued to release the spell regardless of his sudden change in expression.
Puff puff--
There were dense waves in the mud swamp, as if being hit by a downpour.
The next moment,
Countless mud spots mixed with rocks flew out of the swamp and hit the people.
The people in the front row were beaten to a bloody head, and many people in the rear were also affected.
Screams immediately began one after another,
"Killing!", "Zhenfusi is killing!", "The government is killing!" and other shrill cries echoed above the prefect's mansion.
Oops!
Li Hui's expression changed. He stood on a high building and saw clearly that the Zhenfu Division monk clearly used the Mud Technique at the beginning, which was mainly aimed at trapping people and had no killing effect.
Suddenly, Mud Spell becomes Mud Bomb.
This was clearly a monk with much higher strength who forcibly hijacked the spell and tampered with its effect. He deliberately killed and injured the people in front of Taiyuan Mansion.
"Xi Siye!"
Li Hui shouted, no need for him to remind him,
Xi Yangyu stepped on the wooden floor, flew out of the window lightly, and hung in the air.
He scanned the crowd from a high position, his majestic power of thought flowing along the street like an invisible wave, sniffing the traces of spiritual energy, looking for the trace of the monk.
Buzz!
In the invisible spiritual world, his surging power of thought hit five rocks head-on.
Five powerful telepathy masters used telepathy power to firmly lock Xi Yangyu from different directions on the street.
"Langya East Sea Qi?"
Xi Yangyu narrowed his eyes and also locked onto the five monks who were wearing hoods and hiding among the crowd, pretending to be ordinary people.
The eyes of both parties met in the air, and Xi Yangyu sneered: "Are you not even pretending anymore?"
The Langya East Sea Qi, with the image of a thousand-year-old reef fighting against the waves with indomitable strength, can enhance the telepathy power of many telepathy masters, enough to compete with higher-level monks in a short period of time.
"If the occasion and situation were different, I would not be willing to antagonize the Langya Wang family. After all, you are a thousand-year-old family.
But, who made the mountain chief force me to come, and my daughter is also in Taiyuan Mansion?"
Xi Yangyu murmured to himself, and grabbed it with his right hand in mid-air, as if grabbing something invisible, and pulled hard.
"puff--"
Five spurts of blood sounded at the same time,
The five hooded monks spurted blood and knelt forward. While kneeling, they formed a hand gesture with their hands and slapped them heavily on the ground.
A huge force pressed down on Xi Yangyu's shoulders, pulling him down from mid-air and smashing him into the ground.
Fortunately, this place was far away from the people who gathered there, so there were no casualties or attracting the attention of the crowd.
Smoke and dust filled the air, Xi Yangyu slowly stood up in the huge pit,
There were no injuries on his body, but there was a long tear on the left lapel of his clothes, and the surface of his sleeves was stained with a lot of dust.
The five monks arrived in an instant and knelt down around the pit.
Their bodies were hunched, and they had obviously endured great pain. They continued to use their hand skills to press the ground in different directions above the pit, and released their telekinesis to form a bell, which firmly shrouded Xi Yangyu's head.
Even under his feet, there was a layer of telepathy barrier.
Xi Yangyu glanced indifferently at the big clock above his head, and blasted out with a palm. The majestic power of his mind directly created fine cracks on the surface of the clock.
The aftermath of the spiritual energy directly shattered the glass of all houses within a ten-foot radius.
The five monks were shaken and even more injured, but they still knelt on the ground and tried their best to support themselves.
Xi Yangyu's face was expressionless, and he clapped his hands one after another.
The mind-power bronze bell is almost broken, but it can always be restored to its original state before it collapses.
"Xi Siye,"
A monk coughed and said hoarsely: "We, the Wang family, have no intention of treason. This is just a helpless move to avoid further intensifying the situation. We promise that we will not let anyone hurt your daughter, or the King of Yue, and Princess Guanghua."
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Xi Yangyu's eyes flickered for a moment, and he did not stop moving his hands. He was still tapping the telepathy bell one by one, but his movements seemed to have slowed down a bit.
And in front of the prefect's mansion at the end of the street, accompanied by shouts such as "The government is killing people!"
The monk surnamed Su was affected by the backlash of the spiritual energy. His face was pale and he lowered his palms, breathing hard.
The expressions of the other Zhenfu monks suddenly changed and they tried to pull him back, but their bodies suddenly froze.
Sword intent.
The strong and sharp sword intent hovered in front of the brows of all the Zhenfu monks, making the hairs on their bodies stand on end, their hands and feet stiff, and unable to make any movements.
That is the sword intention of Zhuxiao Sword Cultivator.
People without cultivation cannot feel it,
In the sensory world of the monks, the sharp and bone-piercing sword intent is simply penetrating the heavens and the earth.
Li Hui's expression was gloomy, Qiu Feng and Ouyang Shi's faces were pale and they subconsciously held their breath. Li Leling's expression was expressionless, and his fingers unconsciously formed sword gestures.
tread.
Yan Yundang took a step forward, blocking everyone in front of him like a tall tower.
The sharp sword intent directed at the Prefect's Mansion instantly melted in front of him, and Qiu Feng and the others could finally take a deep breath.
"Go to the laboratory and call Risheng out. We will leave now."
Yan Yundang held the horse in his hand and looked at the scene below indifferently.
Several village sages climbed up the steps first and shouted to the chaotic people below: "Follow me, folks, to see Mr. Li Xiaolang!"
The few Zhenfu Division monks were firmly locked by Zhuxiao Sword Master's sword intent and could not make any movement. They could only watch the people climbing up the steps.
It's not that the Zhenfusi monks didn't want to stop it, but that the Qihai was completely suppressed by the sword's intention.
Yan Yundang said without looking back: "If Li Luanfeng arrives, communications are cut off, and intelligence inside and outside Taiyuan Mansion is interrupted,
The Wang family, or even people from Zhao Ming, may take action directly."
Qiu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "But Risheng said he only had a little time left."
"Now is not the time to be willful."
Yan Yundang said calmly: "The people below can no longer listen to anything. Once a man-made disaster occurs, it may lead to chaos."
"In other words, we only need to eliminate man-made disasters and that's it?"
Li Leling suddenly asked.
"What?"
Before Li Hui and the others could react, Li Leling crossed Yan Yundang, held the window edge with her palms, jumped out of the window, and landed in the courtyard of the prefect's mansion.
Without Yan Yundang's protection, the Zhuxiao Sword Intention reappeared in Li Leling's eyebrows.
"Everyone stop!"
She took a deep breath and said loudly: "I am Princess Guanghua of the Yu Kingdom, Li Leling."
This chapter has been completed!