The re-emergence of the religious order is a process full of coincidences and a natural progression.
It has no name. People call it the Xianbei Sect and the Divine Tree Sect. However, although there is no unified name, everyone has a surprisingly unanimous consensus: only the sect that surrounds the Xianbei Saint exists, and the Holy Land
It is just the hometown of the Saint. Without the Saint, there will be no second person who can convey the prophecy of the sacred tree.
It is also because of this that once they leave the Holy Lady, no believer can prove his or her identity, nor can he identify other believers on his own, which fundamentally cuts off the possibility of preaching.
However, the sect was not suppressed because of this. No one would have thought that the initial opportunity for the secularization movement of the sect started by Saint Murong Yan was because of a "little yellow flower", which would become the basis for the prosperity of the sect.
After Murong Yan left the Holy Land for the second time and embarked on a new journey, she began to be known to more people as a martyr.
Imprisoning herself in a cage on an oxcart, her clothes were tattered, and the scars on her body were vaguely visible. She seemed to have a very tough heart under her feminine body. This was the saint Murong Yan that more people know.
This cage locks up all the sins in the world. No matter what you have done, you will be forgiven. Next, you only need to follow this bullock cart and continue to move forward, and the predicted beautiful future will come.
This is the only teaching of the sect. It is very simple and unsystematic, so much so that their scriptures are all songs with only melodies and no words. Such things only have emotions and cannot convey thoughts. But relying only on these two things, the Holy Spirit can
The female Murong Yan traveled south and was worshiped and worshiped by at least 10,000 people.
In the end, only a scattered 5,000 people were willing to go with them. Although they were of different nationalities, most of them were from Beizhen.
Without relying on any policy assistance or reward and punishment mechanisms, we gathered more than 10,000 people in just one winter. This is a great achievement, and it did not cost much. Seeing so many people migrating here from outside the customs, it is very high and high.
Qunma Gate Guard General Yang Jun felt unbelievable. After all, the existence of the Order was beyond their knowledge.
Fortunately, all the experiences of the religious order along the way were recorded in the scrolls by Zhong Ziqi, including the subsequent sacrifice of the saint during the Shangsi Festival. It is said that when Zhong Ziqi's paintings were spread to Yuyi Town, they were quickly robbed by the people.
, paper was expensive in Luoyang at that time.
Sure enough, not long after the Shangsi Festival, ordinary people came to the Goddess River one after another to get water for drinking and bathing. They picked up their long-forgotten beliefs and customs again, and immersed themselves in the blessings woven by the Saint for them. Many of them were like
As if he was on his way to enlightenment, he suddenly made up his mind to pursue the legend about the saint.
Gao Gao, who had doubts about Bai Feng and Murong Yan before, saw more and more people from Beizhen entering the border and becoming frontier troops in the Central Plains and starting to participate in building cities and farming. He had to secretly admire him, even though there were many objections in the army, because Bai
Feng and Murong Yan's influence on the world has exceeded the power of the sect itself. At its peak, they even held the military and political power of the border army.
Everyone in the Gao Family Army thought that Bai Feng and Murong Yan were arrogant tyrants. They never let their followers go to the battlefield to fight. They obviously had heavy troops, but they only did meaningless things. On the other side, the Gao Family Army and the border troops were trapped in the Great Wall.
, personnel losses continue day and night, and a delicate balance is gradually being broken.
People eagerly hope that under the leadership of the Holy Girl, they can have a decisive battle with Zhao Kuo and Rouran's army and organize a real counterattack! Instead of guarding the Great Wall until they die of old age and die in battle...
Yang Jun also thinks so. In his eyes, the songs sung by the saint will only make people weak and become more and more war-weary, and the cult itself is not a secular thing.
This night is the religious group's prayer day. All believers will leave their posts and come around the saint to listen to hymns. Yang Jun takes this opportunity to find Gao Gao in private and reiterate his views.
"Does General Gao know? We are fighting the same way we did a thousand years ago." Yang Yun said: "It is simply ridiculous to let witches predict marches and decide military and political affairs! In the eyes of the soldiers, they are just a group of people occupying latrines.
You bastard who doesn’t give a shit, why are we sacrificing so many people? Isn’t it for victory?!”
Sitting upright in the central military tent, he thought thoughtfully: "Do you also think Bai Feng and Murong Yan are 'tyrants'?"
"What is the difference between them and the tyrants in history? They hold power but fail to fulfill their obligations, indulge in divination every day, and watch the soldiers on the front line dying without any response. If this continues, no one will want to fight anymore!"
He said loudly and calmly: "I often think, isn't it a good thing if I don't want to fight?"
"For us now, this is a sign of death!" Yang Jun bowed solemnly: "Please give the order to the general to let the religious group go to war!"
Gao Gao naturally agrees with this idea. He has been in the army for decades, so it is impossible that he does not understand this truth, but...
"I believe Bai Feng, he is still a member of the Gao family army." Gao Gao said meaningfully, grabbed Yang Jun's arm, and continued: "We will go to them to discuss it."
The two went out in casual clothes and came to the five-mile slope outside Qunma Pass. Thousands of believers raised torches and surrounded the hillside. Some were in casual clothes, and some had not had time to change out of their military uniforms. At this moment, they were all saints.
Follower of female Murong Yan.
The entire hillside was illuminated by fire, as if it were dawn. On the simple altar at the top of the hill, light blue light surrounded Murong Yan, as if summoned here by ancient souls. Murong Yan's singing pierced the sky, sharp and sharp.
And sadness, the pale blue light is erratic, extinguishing as the singing stops.
The believers all thought they had seen a miracle.
Gao Gao and Yang Jun slowly climbed up from the bottom of the slope, but were stopped by He Ba Yu'er on the way. The two then identified themselves and only said that they had military information to share.
He Ba Yuer let him go silently.
In the torch stand around Murong Yan, the soul-like blue light was still burning faintly. The beautiful and noble saint fell into a deep sleep due to excessive physical exertion. Bai Feng was sitting next to her, with tea and seats already prepared.
"What do you two generals think of the miracle just now?" Bai Feng took out a blue flower and joked: "Actually, it is the light emitted by a burning flower called 'Sishui'. According to legend, this
Planting flowers can convey thoughts and let people see the people they want to see."
Yang Jun did not drink tea. He patted his thigh and said impatiently: "General Bai Feng, we don't have time to listen to you talk about witchcraft now."
"I know." Bai Feng replied almost immediately: "Boy Bai Feng, I beg the two generals and the soldiers to hold on for a few more days."
He bowed deeply and said: "The time is not yet ripe, so the cult cannot go to war."
Gao Gao took the tea and drank it in one gulp: "Okay, let's hold on for another seven days."
"We can't go on like this!" Yang Jun stood up, pointed at Gao Gao and Bai Feng, and said unceremoniously: "You, the military power of the Gao family, protect each other, but you never put the lives of us ordinary people in your eyes!
A few days ago, I took the risk of asking your religious group to use Sijie's mouth to persuade me to make peace, but now I have an excuse?! If we don't fight again, we might as well disband on the spot!"
Murong Yan was disturbed by this angry mood and woke up, sitting on the lawn blankly: "It doesn't have to be seven days, three days is enough."
"Three days later, the general of the religious group will be ordered to go out for battle."
Including Bai Feng, everyone at that time was afraid.
"Only the religious group?" Yang Jun asked.
"Murong Yan, it is up to me to decide when to go on the expedition." Gao Gao greeted slightly sternly: "You are not in good health, I just need you to leave the believers to me..."
Murong Yan smiled calmly: "The religious group received the mandate of heaven and went out to conquer Wu Dao, not for the Gao family army, nor for Da Qi and Da Zhou, but for the land under their feet, where the people of Beizhen have lived for generations.
land."
Bai Feng then said in peace: "We will not let the Gao Family Army lose another soldier. General Gao, Master, his wish is to bring the Gao Family Army back to his hometown. It seems that our wish is more naive than his."
Bai Mu and Bai Mu looked at each other and helped each other stand up.
Yang Jun shook his head repeatedly to express confusion: "You are going to die."
"Wait." Murong Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and the last word disappeared in the wind without being spoken clearly.
Three days later, a rebel army suddenly appeared in Huaihuang Town in the name of the religious order. Its leader was named Liangping. He had no military experience and was not a nobleman. Within a few days, large and small people appeared all over Beizhen.
Various religious sects have sprouted up everywhere like mushrooms after a rain.
The flag of the religious order was erected for the first time at the training ground of Qunma Pass. It was a flower, with gorgeous red and tragic white intertwined, seeming to symbolize blood and mourning.