In line with the idea of "hearing is false, seeing is believing", Wu Jie made inquiries at Xinxiang Port and collected as much detailed information as possible. Then he dressed up as a doctor who was blind in one eye and headed towards Sichen Town.
Went.
There was no choice but to dress up as a disabled person. His left eye was so special that even a fool could see the problem. And the pair of sunglasses were equally eye-catching. In this case, besides dressing up as a one-eyed dragon, he really couldn't think of anything else.
Is there any other way to deceive others?
Although...a one-eyed doctor seems to be very weird no matter how you look at it...
He put on the old blue gown he wore before entering the Immortal Sect, wore a black one-eyed patch on his face, and held an ordinary bamboo medicine box in his hand. There were some ordinary medicinal materials in the medicine box, and he just used it.
Head to Sichen Town.
Now that he has magic power, he can take out those quasi-magical weapons from the world of heavenly books with just a thought. As for the invisible sword and the ghost-controlling ring, after this period of refining and warming, they can be taken into the body.
Don't worry about being discovered.
The only thing that worried him a little was his own cultivation. Although most of it was hidden by the sword energy of the invisible sword, even the rest was enough to rival those well-known masters who roamed the world. A person like this should not be in such a state of despair.
Carrying a medicine box to treat people during the day...
Xinxiang Port is not far from Sichen Town. Even if Wu Jie slowed down his pace to the level of ordinary people, the sun would be slightly westward.
When he saw this small town, the first thing he felt was surprise.
It is now the time to harvest early rice in the south, and busy farmers can be seen everywhere in the rice fields. The yellow rice ears and the stalks are cut off by sickles one by one, and they are dumped in the fields, waiting to be bundled and transported away.
If it was just like this, of course there would be nothing surprising. But he saw many people in white clothes busy bundling rice in the fields and transporting it to the car. They didn't seem to be very familiar with farming, but they were very good at what they did.
They worked hard and didn't mean to be lazy at all. Everyone was so busy that they were sweating.
This supreme and holy religion actually helps people with farming?
The surprise in Wu Jie's heart was truly indescribable - since time traveling, he has traveled to various places and seen a lot. But he has never seen any country or organization sending people to help people in production and work.
If the Supreme Holy Church really takes the grassroots route, then they will definitely develop even if they don't have any powerful masters in charge.
On earth, there was a well-known army that quickly won the trust of the people by taking the initiative to help fellow villagers chop wood and carry water. It fought thousands of miles under difficult conditions, went from failure to victory, and wrote an eternal legend.
.
Even though the world is different, people's hearts are not much different. People are very simple and straightforward. If you treat them well, they will support you.
The most typical example is the Dragon King. Because of their bad tempers, these powerful gods bring disasters far more often than they give blessings. They are simply a group of female tyrants. Over time, the people regard them as terrifying demons.
Most of the prayers just ask them not to bring disaster, and there is no higher hope.
The poor reputation of the dragon gods has also dragged down the mortals who are related to them. Luo Yu is hostile to An Ziqing, which is a good proof.
Wu Jie had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he walked slowly towards the field. When he got closer, he pretended not to understand anything and asked a farmer, "Excuse me, uncle, where is this place?"
"Sichen Town." The uncle didn't seem to like chatting, so he only answered with three simple words.
"I am Du Ruo, a wandering doctor. He claims to have been to many places and seen many things, but this is the first time I see someone wearing white clothes serving farmers... Is this the tradition of your Sichen Town?"
The farmer frowned, hesitated, and replied: "That's not from our town, he's from other places."
"Huh? Foreigners? Then they are helpers?" Wu Jie acted like a curious traveler, with no trace of surprise on his face.
The farmer uncle sighed and shook his head.
"Uncle, can you stop being so secretive? Is there something you can't hide?"
"Nonsense!" shouted the uncle farmer, "I am a farmer, how can I have any secrets? To tell you the truth, those people are priests of the Supreme Holy Religion."
"The Supreme Holy Cult? I have never heard of this name... What do they do?"
"They are almost like monks. Just think of them as monks."
"I have only seen poor monks who beg for alms and rich monks who collect rent, but I have never seen monks who help people with farming. They seem to be nice people!"
After being teased again and again by Wu Jie, the farmer uncle finally couldn't bear it any longer, spat at his mouth and said disdainfully: "Not bad? Not bad!"
With these words, he seemed to let down his guard and no longer meant to speak cautiously: "Do you know why they are so active? Because they have to take away one-tenth of the harvested rice!"
"Eh?! They are neither a government official nor a landlord, so why should they take one-tenth of it?"
"They call this the 'Heavenly Tax', and they say it is a way for us to show our sincerity to Heavenly Father, the Bodhisattva they worship."
"Uncle, do you also believe in Heavenly Father and Bodhisattva?"
"Why should I believe it? Can he help my field harvest a few more pounds of grain, or can he help my chickens lay more eggs?" The uncle farmer had obviously accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction, and he vomited at this time.
He came out and said, "We farmers rely on our own skills and strength to farm. If the weather is good and the weather is good, it is God's care. What does it have to do with this Heavenly Father who doesn't know where he came from?"
"Yeah! In other places that don't believe in this Bodhisattva, they live the same life and grow crops in the fields."
"Yes! When the Stone Wizard was here in the past, when there was heavy rain or drought, he would help us pray for rain or prevent floods. In the end, they killed the Stone Wizard... A while ago, they also announced that we were not allowed to hold autumn festivals.
Because apart from Heavenly Father, all other gods are false and non-existent and cannot save us.”
"That's wrong! I've seen more than one place where the gods are very efficacious - for example, when I passed by Yunmeng County before, the Dragon King there was extremely efficacious. You said bad things about her on the roadside during the day, and when it rained at night
There will definitely be water leakage at home..."
"Yes! Even if he is a god, fighting between gods has nothing to do with us mortals! The Autumn Festival is for the God of Earth and Agriculture. If he has the ability to quarrel with the God of Earth and Agriculture, he will not let us sacrifice to the gods. What if the God of Earth and God of Agriculture
What should I do if I get angry?”
"...I don't think those two will get angry over such a trivial matter. According to legend, they have good tempers!" Wu Jie hurriedly defended these two gods - the origins of the earth gods enshrined in Nanyue Kingdom are unknown, and they can be worshiped.
The god of agriculture is Patriarch Yuan of Qingyang Temple. Patriarch Yuan has already ascended to the throne, so there is no reason to bring disasters to the world for such a trivial matter - besides, he always does good and never evil!
The two were chatting, and the monk in white in the distance had already set off in a cart. Wu Jie noticed that they had indeed prepared a large cart and divided about one-tenth of each batch of rice.
Farmers have different attitudes towards this damned tax. Most of them seem helpless, some are angry but dare not speak, and some are smiling happily, as if they can live a long and disease-free life by paying this tax.
It’s like there’s no disaster.”
The uncle farmer saw Wu Jie's curiosity and explained to him: "Those who smile happily are those who believe in religion. They say that only by sincerely believing in religion can you not fall into reincarnation after death and be reincarnated in the Paradise to enjoy peace and tranquility...
…I don’t believe it anyway! If it were so easy to go to the Paradise, the Paradise would be full by now!”
This logic was so concise and powerful that Wu Jie was even amused.
But he only laughed twice when he saw a scene that made him frown:
A pair of sad-faced peasant couples cautiously approached the leader of the white-clothed monk in charge of collecting taxes, and tentatively asked: "Master, our family's harvest is not good this year, can the tax for this day... be exempted?"
The leading monk in white didn't even raise his eyelids and said coldly: "The tax is to show piety to the Heavenly Father, how can you not pay it?"
"But we really confiscated how much food this year! After deducting the autumn tax and rent, there is not much left! If we pay the daily tax again, the family will go hungry!" The farmer said in a anxious voice.
It's also a bit bigger.
"Life is full of pain. Even if you are not hungry, wouldn't you be in pain?" The monk in white raised his head and asked rudely, "Do you think you can avoid getting sick? Can you not grow old? Can you not die?"
"...Those things are too far away, but hunger is an immediate matter!"
"If your soul cannot be saved, then even if you are not hungry for the time being, you will just suffer again and again in the world. But as long as you devoutly believe in the Heavenly Father, even if you live a miserable life in front of you, you will suffer after death.
Being able to go to the Paradise of Elysium and get rid of hunger and disease forever... I don't think you are stupid, why can't you even figure out this little thing?"
The farmer was speechless by what he said, and the peasant woman next to him had already burst into tears and knelt down, kowtowed, and begged repeatedly.
But the monk in white was unmoved at all and still ordered his men to collect the few rice in the couple's field and take a tenth of it.
Seeing that the grain he had worked so hard to grow was about to be taken away, and the elderly and children at home were about to starve, the farmer could no longer bear it. He roared and rushed forward to snatch the rice back. However, he was stopped by several tall and strong men in white clothes.
The monk was knocked down and punched and kicked mercilessly.
Wu Jie was furious when he saw it, and was about to go over to fight against the injustice, but suddenly he felt shocked. A woman wearing silver-white armor, with long hair like broken gold spread to her waist, and a pair of white light wings behind her, flew towards her.
Rushed from the town and stopped the atrocities that were taking place.
Seeing her coming forward, the monks in white saluted together and called her "Holy Goddess". But she ignored her and instead helped the beaten farmer up, with a white light flashing in her hand, and pressed it on his head.
In just a few seconds, the injuries on the farmer's face disappeared without a trace, and he became much more energetic.
But Wu Jie discovered that the wings of light behind the holy goddess seemed to be slightly dimmed.
Because her back was to this side, Wu Jie couldn't see her face and expression clearly. He only heard her say in a very calm tone: "Life is a painful process. If you don't know how to give up what you have in front of you and don't be pious,
If we do not believe in the Heavenly Father, we will only be troubled by vulgar desires, and we will forever be tossing and suffering in the mortal world without any relief."
"But..." the peasant woman sobbed, "after paying the natural tax, the elderly and children in the family will starve!"
"Those who believe in Heavenly Father are happy even if they suffer suffering. Because their souls are saved, they are as white as lambs, and Heavenly Father has already reserved a place for them in the world of bliss." The woman replied, "Look at these shepherds.
People, some have strength, some have wisdom, but they do not gain wealth with strength and wisdom. They only wear simple white clothes, drink clean water, eat coarse grains, and save everything to dedicate piety to the Heavenly Father... They
You can definitely be saved!"
"Don't be confused, confusion will make you weak. Open your heart and dedicate your faith to the Heavenly Father, and you can also be saved!"
After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the town. Only the monks in white clothes who were still reciting scriptures devoutly and the peasant couple kneeling on the ground in confusion were left behind.
Wu Jie watched all of this in silence, and after the holy goddess walked away, he said to Jasmine in his heart: "Jasmine, can you help me think of a way to kill this holy goddess?"
"Huh? Master, didn't you say you should be a good person? She stopped those monks from beating people and treated their injuries. She should be considered a good person. Do you want to kill even good people?" Jasmine asked doubtfully.
"There are some things that you still don't understand." Wu Jie raised the corners of his mouth coldly, and his eyes were full of cold light, "True villains are certainly bad things, but hypocrites are just as hateful!"
