Yi Yan had some guesses in his mind when he went to see Hong Xiuquan.

"Why haven't you become someone else's evil soldier?" Yi Yan asked Chen Picheng. Chen Picheng is about the same age as Li Xiucheng. If Chen Yucheng is obvious, then Chen Picheng is introverted.

"Oh, sir, I have not become someone else's evil soldier. I am the guard of the Heavenly King." Chen Picheng said seriously. His voice was not anxious. Although he said that, he showed a deeper meaning. His meaning was that he was Hong Xiuquan's man, not the evil soldier of other monks.

He had already vaguely blocked Yi Yan's idea of ​​recruiting him as a demon soldier. Not only did Yi Yan not get angry about it, but he admired him even more. The feeling of his speech was somewhat similar to Yi Yan, and Yi Yan liked it very much.

He followed Chen Picheng and couldn't help but think of another He Zhiwen who had been in the Zijing Mountains. I wonder what he is now.

When the two came to Hong Xiuquan's tent, Chen Picheng just lifted the curtain up and let Yi Yan go in, but he himself didn't.

Yi Yan lowered his head slightly and stepped into it in one step. There were several women in the tent, which could be said to be Hong Xiuquan's concubines. However, none of these concubines had the temperament of an emperor and a princess. Although they wore red and yellow clothes that symbolized noble status in the Taiping Army, they still had a strong vulgarity.

This is also one of the reasons why the monks looked down on Hong Xiuquan. The women were placing wine and some food there. When they saw Yi Yan coming in, they only took a look at it at most. Hong Xiuquan was standing there looking at a chaotic cloud map hanging on the west. The tent was facing east, so Hong Xiuquan had his back to Yi Yan.

When Yi Yan came in, he did not turn around and waved his hand and said, "You go out first."

"Yes." Several women quietly retreated.

The curtain fell down, and Hong Xiuquan turned around. His body was not tall, at most he was just a middle-aged man. He turned around with his hands behind his back and said, "Okay, no one can hear him talking here."

Yi Yan immediately thought to himself: "It would be easier for a practitioner to eavesdrop on the conversation in this tent."

"Do you think monks have many magic spells to listen to our conversation?" Hong Xiuquan said with a deep impression, with a golden turban wrapped around his head, and golden auspicious clouds embroidered on the turban.

"Before I said this, they had many spells to peek at, but after I said no one could hear it, no one could hear it. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

"How to try?" Yi Yan's heart moved, and he believed his words a little.

"If people outside cannot hear our conversation, then our conversation will naturally not be able to spread. You can try to see if you can spread your words." Hong Xiuquan stood there with his hands behind his back and said.

Yi Yan's heart moved slightly, and he put his hands in front of his mouth. A faint light floated up and said softly. When his hands were opened, a light of spirit flew out like a bird. When the faint light of spirit flew to the edge of the curtain and was about to drill out, it suddenly collapsed without warning. It seemed that it had never existed before. Yi Yan didn't even see what had dispersed his spiritual sound technique.

But he suddenly thought of a magical power - golden mouth and jade words. This is a technique of causal and effective law, mysterious and mysterious. It is said that some Buddhists practice this magical power. They do not speak for decades, and they do not speak easily even if they have achieved it, because every word they say will become reality, and often monks who have achieved this magical power will die soon.

Yi Yan was actually a little shocked when he had such supernatural powers.

Because people who have this kind of supernatural power are often rare in the human world, and their words are fate criticisms, the cultivation world also calls this supernatural power the "Hell Mantra".

"Are you wondering when I have such supernatural powers, right?" Hong Xiuquan said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know, but I understand one thing. As the king of heaven, I must count what I say. If all my words are to be followed by all the monks, the only way is to let all the heaven and earth obey me, and then the monks will obey me."

"How did you do it?" Yi Yan couldn't help asking. This golden-mouthed jade word, the curse of the King of Hell was too powerful.

"I didn't do much, because I am the king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom." Hong Xiuquan continued: "Only when what I say can be realized, I am the king of heaven, and I am the king of heaven, so what I say must be realized."

Yi Yan only realized at this time that Hong Xiuquan did not have such tenacity. Perhaps it was precisely because of his persistence that he had such supernatural powers.

He stopped asking this. Although Hong Xiuquan didn't seem to mind Yi Yan asking this, he was so deep and so unsightly. How could Yi Yan continue to ask questions? So he changed the topic and said, "Did the Heavenly King sent me to me?"

"A leaf falls and knows that autumn is coming. I am worthy of being the destiny master in my sect." Hong Xiuquan laughed.

Yi Yan smiled humbly. After Hong Xiuquan finished laughing, Hong Xiuquan continued, "If I hadn't sent Mengdeen to go first, then there would be other monks coming to you. At that time, I would like to call him back, which would not be an easy task. Once I go, there would be a second one. How can you deal with it? So I sent Mengdeen to go first, which would block other monks."

Yi Yan knew that this was actually a method similar to killing chickens and terrifying monkeys, but it was another flexible way to use it.

Hong Xiuquan is not a simple person either.

Yi Yan sighed in his heart.

How could a person who can achieve the position of the King of Heaven be an easy person? Yi Yan couldn't help but think of Yang Xiuqing who showed his sharpness.

"Your evil soldiers are nearly 500," Hong Xiuquan asked.

"Yes."

"That happens to be a brigade coach. From now on, you can stay on the right side of my camp. No one dares to make things difficult for you in front of me." Hong Xiuquan said.

Yi Yan knew that his purpose tonight was for this sentence. What he wanted was Yi Yan's promise to stay on the right side of the camp from now on, which meant that Yi Yan was truly his Hong Xiuquan's person from now on.

"Although I am not afraid of them, it is my honor to be with the king at any time." Yi Yan said.

Hong Xiuquan smiled happily, then he turned around and picked up a book on the table, handed it to Yi Yan, and said, "This book was left when an evil corpse traded with me. I heard that you are practicing the soul and should be useful to you."
Chapter completed!