Chapter 155: Baixiang Town should also be named Chu
"There is an old saying: If it is not as good as the underworld, there will be no meeting!"
"After killing villains and creatures, you will carry their hatred and regret with you. This is the role of Huangquan."
"Let you see the hatred and pain in the world."
"When you can suppress their resentment, you can use it to restore their true energy, eliminate the fear of killing, and even improve their strength."
When Liu Dutong saw Chu Qianqiu waking up, he was first surprised by his aptitude. Then he thought that he had not killed many people and it was normal for him to wake up so quickly, so he explained to him the function of the underworld's characteristics.
"hiss."
"Father, doesn't it mean that the more you kill, the stronger your strength will be?" Chu Qianqiu took a breath of air. This is really Buddhist martial arts. Why does it look like he is encouraging warriors to kill people?
This characteristic seems a bit evil.
"Of course not." Liu Dutong shook his head, fearing that Chu Qianqiu would take the evil path of killing people and becoming stronger.
"How can Buddhist martial arts encourage you to kill people?"
"Killing is also to transcend the consequences of sin in the world."
"This underworld characteristic only allows you to see the remaining souls of grievances and resolve their hostility."
"As for the transformed Qi, don't indulge too much to avoid entering the devil's path."
Liu Dutong was afraid that Chu Qianqiu would not be able to think about it for a while, so he emphasized it again.
"This characteristic is more effective than [Zen Mind], but it also has different disadvantages."
"If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, even if you resolve the resentment of those kind people, you will easily pollute your own characteristics and eventually become a devil in hell instead of a Buddha."
I see.
This underworld characteristic is indeed very powerful, at least it must be of purple quality.
Because it can kill villains, resolve their resentment, and improve their strength.
For the officers who make a living on the battlefield, it is the most suitable exercise. It makes sense for Maha Temple to let its disciples learn this set of exercises and then work in the Shenwei Army.
But the disadvantage is that you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise it will easily pollute yourself, eventually leading to changes in characteristics and turning into a demon from hell.
"Okay, now that you understand this, it's time for me to return to Linghu City." Liu Dutong checked Chu Qianqiu's true energy and found that it had all turned into black matter, so he said.
"The adoptive father is going back?" Chu Qianqiu was surprised. In the thousands of previous cycles, the adoptive father did not say that he wanted to go back. He thought he would stay for two more days and did not expect to leave now.
"Qianqiu, you are very talented."
"I am only sixteen years old now, and I have already reached the early stage of Xiantian cultivation."
"It only took a little effort just now to transform "Xuan Yuan Gong" into "The Sutra of Ten Kings of Hell."
"Such geniuses are rare even in Maha Temple, and I have only seen a few."
Foster father, you are wrong, I am just an ordinary genius.
For me, Chu Qianqiu, to be able to achieve what I have today, the golden finger has at least played 10% of its effectiveness.
As for my own efforts, it only accounts for 90%.
Chu Qianqiu first praised himself shamelessly in his mind, and then couldn't help but persuade:
"Father, why don't you stay one more day?"
"I haven't figured out the cultivation process of the Ten Kings of Hell Sutra yet."
"And treat your adoptive father to a meal."
Chu Qianqiu's words came from the heart. In the few years of contact, he had deeply identified with this foster father.
After all, there was so much wool that he felt a little embarrassed.
At least I should treat my adoptive father to a meal.
Of course, the more important reason was that Chu Qianqiu did not dare to directly activate the golden finger in front of his adoptive father, or let him find out that he had mastered the "Ten Kings of Hell Sutra" inexplicably.
A master of martial arts can enter the spiritual realm, and Chu Qianqiu is not willing to bet whether his adoptive father will discover his secret.
If the adoptive father had stayed one more day, he could have asked the godfather many more questions.
"When a man does things, why should he act like a child?" Liu Dutong was a resolute man, otherwise he would not have made this action plan immediately after receiving the news from Huang Qianhu.
Whether Chu Qianqiu kills Dan Yi or not will not change the execution of the entire plan.
"Although Governor Li is a man who adapts to the changing circumstances, he is not incompetent."
"If I kill Danjun, I will naturally act accordingly. I can't let him react."
"Then Mr. Saibao also gave instructions to fully cooperate with you."
"Yang Guang is staying and serving as your personal guard."
"Brother Yang, he is the son of Wanhu? How can he be my personal guard?" Chu Qianqiu was surprised again. He did not expect that his adoptive father would make such an arrangement.
"You are still my adopted son, aren't you on a higher level than him?"
"Let the Li people do their own thing. If you need money and food, just go to the minister to help."
"Whether you can turn them into your private soldiers depends on your ability."
"Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed." Liu Dutong returned to his true colors as a soldier and issued the real order.
"Yes, foster father." Chu Qianqiu nodded.
Soon, Liu Dutong made arrangements for the matter, and after a few words with his father-in-law, he led his guards and quickly left Baixiang Town.
Yang Guang and others were left alone, crowding in front of Chu Qianqiu. Their attitude was respectful, as if they were facing Liu Dutong, without any trace of impatience.
In the past, Chu Qianqiu was an apprentice in the martial arts hall and the son of a hundred families.
Today's Chu Qianqiu is the Chu Baihu of the Shenwei Army, the commander-in-chief of the Li camp, and the adopted son of Liu Dutong.
So when Chu Qianqiu told them to go east, they would never dare to go west.
A kind of pleasure called power and dominance gradually emerged in my heart.
"Lord Sai."
"The official is here!" Sai Baogong shouted quickly.
"How many villages are there in Baixiang Town, how many households are there, how much food is produced, and how many acres of land does each person have?"
"How many are tenant farmers, how many are owner-peasants, and what are the proportions of poor peasants, middle peasants, and rich peasants?"
"How many people are migrant workers? What is their economic status?"
"How many of them have practiced martial arts, and how many soldiers can they form?"
"How many officials are there in the Yamen now, and what is their situation?"
Chu Qianqiu opened his mouth to ask, and Sai Bao Gong was suddenly sweating. How could he, an official who never cared about anything, figure out such detailed figures? He could only know the annual tax paid for the imperial grain and the number of people serving in the army.
"This, this, this, I am ashamed of myself."
"I'm going to investigate now!" Mr. Sai Bao was about to say that this was Master Song's business, but then he saw the look in Chu Qianqiu's eyes and swallowed his words immediately.
"Very good, Mr. Sai is indeed the father-in-law of this place."
"It just so happens that together with the Divine Power Army, we can protect peace."
"Yes, yes, I will take care of it now." Sai Baogong was very nervous, fearing that he would not be able to do it well.
Chu Qianqiu didn't intend to be too polite to him.
If a superior wants to drive his subordinates to work hard, there are no more than two ways.
One is carrots, luring them with rewards and privileges, and the other is fear, dominating them with the fear of death.
Now Sai Baogong and Chu Qianqiu have no relationship with each other, and there is no way to help him, so naturally only fear drives them to work for him.
"Master Sai, the harder you work, the more the Shenwei Army will be able to protect peace, and the court will notice it."
Chu Qianqiu comforted Sai Baogong to prevent him from being overwhelmed by fear, and then continued:
"The information just mentioned not only governs Baixiang Town, but also the nearby Yanbo Town, etc. There must be a copy of the information. The more detailed the better."
"Everyone has their own use value, Sai Da must be a valuable person."
Chu Qianqiu patted Mr. Sai Bao on the shoulder and made him nod his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He did not have the power of a county official at all. To bow and kneel to a military officer like Chu Qianqiu was a shame for a scholar.
If the censor knew about it, he would have to read a copy of it.
Yang Guang, who was serving as Chu Qianqiu's personal guard next to him, was dumbfounded.
They are both children from a martial arts school and the army. Why are there such big differences in their lives?
At first Liu Dutong asked him to stay, but Yang Guang was a little unconvinced.
Although I know that Chu Qianqiu is better than him, it is only in terms of martial arts. We graduated from the martial arts hall in Linghu City, so I am definitely better than you in other aspects.
Then--
"Master Chu, where am I?" Yang Guang couldn't wait to accept the task, and he didn't even think about the oiran of Yihongyuan.
Because he felt that there was a future in following Chu Qianqiu.
When men are pursuing their future, they tend to forget about women.
"Just run an errand and sort out the information on the Li camp."