Li Jiang read it carefully and couldn't help but shuddered. He had never thought that Chanzi had such a trick. It turned out that Qi Yehang's robbery and refuge were all ordered by Chanzi, and then he wanted to encourage Zhaoren to attack Yuxian County Government, and reported to him by the way.
Fortunately, he happened to meet his enemy a few days ago, and Qi Yehang was influenced by the sect leader, so he was able to turn the corner.
"It's so dangerous. But if the sect master has divine help, he can always turn danger into good fortune." Lin Jiang sighed.
"With my holy religion, King Maitreya Buddha of Ming Dynasty, how can I not get blessings if I follow the religion wholeheartedly? However, I have something unknown. Exposing my life experience and planting a ghost can be carried out even if I am a lord. Why did I surrender to my sect leader?"
After taking over the throne, did you plot to kill me?"
"I speculate that the position of the sect leader is really a hot potato. If there is any mistake, the officials will definitely hold the sect leader accountable. If an army is launched, for example, if Li Ziye is the sect leader, he is well aware of the disparity in power and will never agree. If he retires as the sect leader, he can
If you encourage the sect leader to rise up, you will not be punished for retreating. Therefore, if the sect leader does not have sufficient strength, he must not start an uprising."
"Can I use a letter to question Ziye, except this evil person?" Zhaoren said.
"No, the sect leader should have the right not to have this letter, lest our holy religion be divided. Then we can weaken its strength by extending favors and dividing territories, and slowly plan to do it."
"I feel like I can't stand this overt and covert calculation. I am a believer of the Holy Religion. Why would this Li Ziye have such arrogant ambitions and insist on putting me to death?" Zhao Ren became more and more angry as he spoke.
"The sect master must endure what ordinary people cannot endure in order to achieve great things."
"I would like to gather all the lords on May 13th, which is one month later, the Christmas Day of Jialan Bodhisattva. Seniors can recommend some young talents."
"It is inconvenient for me to interfere in the selection of talents. Those who are recommended, those who are grateful for the recommendation, will be less benevolent to the sect master. Only when the sect master promotes himself does he show his kindness." Lin Jiang said.
"Senior is right. I have a list here. Please take a look."
Lin Jiang took it and browsed the list carefully, considering the talents of the young talents on the list.
"Among these thirteen people, the leader Zhang Cheng and his subordinates Gu Wei are capable of prowess and military prowess, but lack of strength and cannot be used in a big way. They can be generals but not commanders. Sun Zhoufa, the subordinate of Li Ziye, is flattering and flattering, abandoning his wife and children. He is a villain.
Also. Lord Zhou is in charge
Next, Sun Ke, although he is not good-looking, he is loyal and handsome. My subordinate Li Longfei is kind-hearted, powerful, resourceful and can be reused. The others are old and have little contact with them.
Don’t dare to make any judgments.”
"My little girl remembers it."
While Zhaoren and Lin Jiang were discussing countermeasures, Fang Shan came to report: "Sect Master, Lord Lin Jiang, the gathered villagers insist on seeing you, and they also sent a lot of newly harvested wheat. I can't refuse, and I also ask the suzerain to show up."
"I wanted to borrow it today, but there were so many people in the temple that it was easy to confuse the eyes, so I invited senior to discuss important matters, but it couldn't be done. Senior, my daughter will come as she goes." Zhaoren said, and then went out of the side hall with Fangshan.
The spacious place outside the gate of Bailian Temple was already crowded with people. Believers from a hundred miles away gathered together, and it was very lively. Although the monks and monks were invited, and the believers also read scriptures, the believers did not see Zhaoren during this trip, so they felt that something was missing.
As soon as Zhaoren left the temple, he saw that the noisy temple was suddenly silent. Some people appreciated her kindness, some appreciated her humility, some appreciated her kindness, and of course, some appreciated her beauty.
A believer in the crowd shouted: "Goddess bless you."
Everyone knelt down and worshiped.
"Visitants, please get up quickly, how can I bear it?" Zhaoren quickly came to the villagers and helped several villagers around him.
"Zhaoren, you still rely on me, Maitreya Buddha, King Ming Dynasty, and the support of the villagers, so that you can prosper. All the villagers, please accept my worship." Zhaoren said and bowed lightly.
"Xiangu, my husband hasn't had typhoid fever all winter. It's almost summer, but he has been coughing all day long. Please ask Xiangu to see a doctor." A villager dragged a skinny man from among the villagers and squeezed to Zhaoren's side.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Fang Shan will go and move some tables and chairs first." Zhaoren comforted the villagers who were seeking medical treatment and told Fang Shan to move some tables and chairs for medical practice.
Most of the villagers who farm the land are poor people who are short of money and do not go to the doctor unless they have to. Many of the villagers who participated in the ritual stopped by to ask Zhaoren for free medical treatment. Zhaoren's medical skills were superb here, but he also fell behind in the countryside.
gained a good reputation.
After a while, Fang Shan quickly arranged tables and chairs for Zhaoren to visit, hear, and inquire.
"Fang Shan, you go tell Senior Lin and let him go back first. I will visit you in a few days." Zhaoren ordered.
Zhaoren had the foresight, but the villagers who came to seek medical treatment did not know him, and not all of them had been diagnosed until sunset.
The sun was gradually setting. Zhaoren felt a little tired after seeing the villagers seeking medical treatment. Some villagers who had traveled far away were arranged to rest in squatters. A nearly round moon had already hung in the eastern sky before the sun completely lost its brilliance.
.At the end of spring, the temperature at this time is warm and slightly cool, and the breeze blows, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Fang Shan was about to clear away the tables and chairs. Zhao Ren left a chair for herself and wanted to sit here and admire the moon for a while. Zhao Ren has developed a habit since she was very young. As long as the weather permits, she will always enjoy the moon on the 12th and 3rd day of the lunar calendar.
, not on the 15th.
"Sect Master, why don't you go back to the main hall to enjoy the moon, there are too many people here, and besides, the past few days..." Fang Shan was about to say, but stopped, for fear of disturbing the Master's enjoyment.
"Well, you're right. There are too many people here and it's a bit chaotic." Zhaoren knew what Fang Shan had not said, so he didn't want to think too much about it, so he went back to the temple and continued to admire the moon at the front desk of the palace.
Fang Shan moved really fast. Before Zhao Ren could reach the front desk of the palace, tables, chairs, and tea were already placed.
"Fang Shan, is there any news about Qi Yehang recently?" Zhaoren asked.
"Returning to the sect leader, no one knows the gossip as quickly as Mr. Dutong, so just wait for Mr. Dutong to report it." Fang Shan said.
"Fang Shan, if you don't learn from Gu Ali, you will just learn some poor words." Zhaoren was not angry.
"Thank you, Sect Master." Fang Shan became even more unscrupulous.
"Hi, thank you." Zhaoren returned.
"Sect Master, I won't disturb you while admiring the moon. I will go to the dormitory to see if the villagers have been settled." Fang Shan said. He was indeed very busy, sometimes like the housekeeper in this temple.
While I was talking, the sky had completely darkened, and the bright moonlight was getting brighter and brighter. Looking up at the sky, there were only a few very bright stars twinkling with the moonlight.
Zhaoren stared at the moon in a daze. She was thinking about too many complicated things. Of course she missed her parents when she was a child, but now she has more worries. For example, the Lord Tutong, Yabu, who dared not get close to her and missed her all the time, was of course the most important.
What's more, it's the life-or-death struggle inside and outside the sect. Although she can't find any faults and is almost perfect in the eyes of ordinary people, she has forgotten the instructions she gave her when she parted with her biological mother - don't have anything to do to restore the Ming Dynasty.
thoughts.
Now in her heart, apart from grand plans and great deeds, there are only grand plans and great deeds. Perhaps the more than ten years of life in the White Lotus Sect has caused fundamental changes in her. Now she has become the leader of a sect. I don’t know if this dangerous situation will happen.
will change her mind again.
It is estimated that after half an hour, the wind brought more chill, and the moonlight was no longer bright, but more like frost and snow on the ground. Zhaoren shuddered and was about to return to his dormitory, but suddenly a burst of fire exploded in the southwest sky.
The whole night sky was illuminated by a white light that was more dazzling than the sun at noon. The white light flashed by, making people unable to open their eyes. When they looked at it, a fireball was piercing the sky and heading straight for Hongmiao Mountain.
The temple suddenly became panicked. The unsuspecting villagers thought something was strange and fled out of their dormitories one after another and came to the front desk of the palace. When they looked again, the fireball had reached the top of their heads, followed by a thunderous rumble. Bailian Temple
After escaping the disaster, the fireball passed over the White Lotus Temple, and also happened to cross the highest peak of Hongluo Mountain behind the White Lotus Temple, and rushed to the northeast. It was followed by an even louder rumble and a huge crash.
Just as the villagers were panicking, a bright light burst out in the southwest sky again, but it was much smaller than before, and the fireball was also much smaller. When it pierced the sky, it exploded into dozens of smaller fireballs, and then disappeared into the sky.
"Countrymen, don't panic. Sit down on the ground quickly and recite the Great Ming Dynasty Sutra with me. This will eliminate your fear."
All the villagers listened to Zhaoren and sat on the ground one after another, chanting scriptures loudly with Zhaoren.
Soon the sky became calm, and the fireball that fell behind the mountain also disappeared. Only the half-full moon was still shining in the sky, which was very peaceful.
Seeing that the villagers had calmed down and were no longer panicking, Zhaoren asked them to go back to their dormitories and rest early according to the regulations of the White Lotus Sect.
Then he ordered Fang Shan to take two assistants to quickly check what the divine object that fell from the sky was. After receiving the order, Fang Shan thought about it and felt that it would be better to take a detour directly over the back mountain to save time, so he took the two assistants and put on self-defense
Chapter completed!