Jingchu Province, Tanzhou, outside Nongxiang County, inside a village.
"Oh, you're a murderer. How can you come to steal money in broad daylight? Is there any other method?" A woman with disheveled hair clutched a package tightly and dragged it into the yard.
Behind the woman, there was a simple and honest farmer man, holding a swaddled baby in his arms. He wanted to help, but he didn't dare and cowardly hid in the shadow of the door frame.
The captain of the Duwei Mansion, who was struggling with this woman, pulled hard and made a hissing sound. The package in the woman's hand shattered, revealing a corner of yellow fabric.
The woman's face suddenly turned pale, and her shouting voice became a little sharper.
A man wearing ordinary people's clothes came forward with a sinister smile, picked up the cloth and asked: "What is this?"
The woman rolled her eyes and immediately changed her face. She stepped forward with a sweet smile and said, "This is a new set of clothes I made for our head. It's my father's birthday in a few days. I'm going to my parents' house."
When your son-in-law comes to pay homage to his birthday, he should dress better so that the parents can rest assured."
The fan sneered: "Really? Why do I look so much like the Maitreya Sect's Hundred Buddha Clothes?"
The woman's expression changed slightly, but it soon changed, almost in a flash, and she pinched her throat and said: "Hey, what about the Hundred Buddha Clothes? Our family doesn't believe in that monk."
At this time, the man under the doorframe burst into tears, crying and shouting: "I told you earlier, these things are harmful to people, you must follow them...you..."
Fanzi smiled, raised his hand slightly and said, "Take it away!"
The woman showed a sinister look and said viciously: "Who are you?"
The captain of the captain's palace had already stepped forward and tied up the couple. The leader held the child, touched the woman's cheek, and said with a smile: "Hey, you will know when the time comes, take it away!"
The couple didn't say anything, and were surprisingly silent. They escorted the family of three and walked out.
The captain of the captain's palace, who was leading the team, opened the swaddle of the swaddled baby and his eyes became even more ugly.
There are some strange characters painted on the little baby's chest, and there are also obscure symbols on his underwear.
The tied man complained about his wife and begged her hard.
"Stop pretending, where are the parents of this child?" Fanzi, who led the team, asked, "You are not a family of three at all. This is the child you are going to use as a sacrifice, right? Where are the parents of this child?"
The man who had been crying all this time stopped crying, his whole demeanor changed, and he asked with a gloomy face: "Who are you, and why do you know so much about the affairs within the sect?"
The people in the Duwei Mansion have long understood the rules of the Maitreya Cult. After they snatch a child as a sacrifice, they will definitely not spare the lives of the child's parents.
After Yang Lin gave the order, the entire Duwei Mansion was transformed from a spy agency supervising hundreds of officials to a vanguard in eradicating evil cults.
I took two people to a ruined temple. From the outside, the temple looked dilapidated.
Entering inside and taking a few more steps, you will find yourself in another world.
Dozens of people came and went, rarely two people chatting together, everyone was extremely busy.
The hall is quite spacious, and a middle-aged scribe is looking at a pile of official documents piled on the desk. His face is quite elegant and handsome, and he is Yin Muhong.
The gangsters came forward, clasped their fists, and told them about the situation of the two people they had captured.
Yin Muhong touched the beard on his chin and said softly: "Now it seems that the Maitreya sect is slowly getting closer to the Ming sect. Many remnants of the Ming sect have joined the Maitreya sect and began to intentionally merge the teachings of the two cults. King Ming reincarnated,
The reincarnation of Maitreya, at first glance, looks like a gang of gangsters. Shaozai is right, if we don't start killing these two, sooner or later there will be another disaster caused by Fang La's rebellion."
Fanzi stepped forward and asked, "Tiji, what should we do?"
Yin Muhong stood up and said: "Find out their accomplices, peel off the cocoons, and investigate step by step."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man from outside came in, stamped his feet and said: "Bring it on, let's do it. The two thieves we just captured bit their tongues and committed suicide."
Yin Muhong's expression tightened, his eyebrows raised high, and he bent down at his desk and wrote with a pen: The matter here is serious, I hope Shaozai will send more people to prevent Fang La's old incident from happening again.
After writing it, he sealed it with paint and handed it to a soldier behind him, saying: "It must be handed over to Shaozai as soon as possible."
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In Shuozhou Mansion, Yang Lin rode a horse and inspected the ancient city.
This place was not affected by the war. After Yelu Dashi left, the Khitan people stationed there wisely surrendered to the Song Dynasty.
This place is located in the upper reaches of the Sangqian River, adjacent to the Mongolian tribes in the northwest, and Yanmen Pass in the south. The terrain is generally surrounded by mountains to the north, west, and south. The mountains are high and easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Before the Spring and Autumn Period, it was inhabited by the Beidi minority. During the Warring States Period, it was included in the territory of the Zhao State. Despite this, people from all ethnic groups still live here.
Behind Yang Lin were the flattering leaders of the Qiang tribes and the Uighur chiefs. These people regarded Yang Lin as their leader, and would not act this way even if they met the officials of the Song Dynasty.
Just because all their interests are firmly controlled by Yang Lin, Yang Lin can make a small tribe become the true king of the northwest with just one word.
In the northwest at this time, the strong is king, and there is no such thing as integrity in the Central Plains.
Although they are fierce, they are still like slave clan leaders at heart, and they are frighteningly flattering to those who control them.
The plague stopped abruptly when it arrived here, because this place is upstream of the river and the terrain is high and winds cannot blow it. The Jurchens did not hit this place, so it became a rare pure land in Yunnei.
Yang Lin was very satisfied. There was a happy and prosperous scene everywhere here, with merchants coming and going constantly, and people of all ethnic groups filling the streets with various shops. The depression in Yun Nei for many days was swept away, and Yang Lin expanded his store.
Chest, very excited.
"The opening up of the trade routes in the Western Regions is really great. You can see here what the entire Yunnei will look like in the future."
Yang Lin said casually, and immediately a group of leaders and clan leaders rushed to agree.
At dusk, when the sky was getting dark, from a tribe of Uighurs on the outskirts of the city, the sound of drumming and laughter kept coming.
There was a bonfire burning in the clearing in the forest, and dozens of men and women gathered around it, laughing and dancing around the bonfire.
There were quite a few handsome young men in the crowd, playing the sheng and expressing affection with their eyebrows. The dancing postures of several women were even more seductive. Their steps were light, like flying white cranes lingering softly, and their long sleeves lingering around them like light clouds.
It was dazzling. Their clan leader was sitting next to Yang Lin, smiling from ear to ear.
Yang Shaozai was tired of wandering around and happened to arrive at his own tribe. Wouldn't it be a great blessing?
The clan leader of the Yeluo Tribe squatted half-crouched, cutting Yang Lin's meat strips himself, and patiently sprinkled the meat with salt. Even if he was serving his biological father, he probably wouldn't have been so attentive.
He rested his head on his hands and looked at the bright stars in the bright sky. Yang Lin felt relaxed and happy, secretly thinking that if the world was peaceful, he would be able to enjoy this kind of time all day long.
Beside the bonfire under the moonlight, a woman sat on the ground with a piano in front of her. The woman's sleeves were rolled up between her arms, revealing two snow-lotus-like arms. The corners of her lips were slightly raised. She seemed to be immersed in the music. In the melody.
Yang Lin turned aside and happened to see this scene. The woman had her feet bare and stepped on the soft grass. Her feet were as white as frost. Sometimes she would tiptoe slightly, revealing her delicate soles.
His eyes brightened, and he looked up and saw a charming figure, a high nose, and pretty and delicate facial features, full of the charm of a Uighur beauty.
Next to her, there was a younger one who looked very friendly. One was slim and tall, with a pair of slender thighs, a small waist and plump buttocks, which made her nosebleed; the other was petite and exquisite, just like A girl who has not yet grown up.
The two played the huqin together, and they had a great tacit understanding, smiling at each other from time to time. People around them looked at them with stars in their eyes, especially the young men in the clan.
It is conceivable that these are the two little princesses of this tribe, and they must be the focus of all the stars.
"One plus one equals infinity?" Yang Lin muttered softly.
Then, he swallowed.
Pointing to the bonfire over there, Yang Lin asked: "Ye...what clan leader."
"Back to Shaozai, I am the leader of the Yeluo tribe, and I am asking for help in the night." The leader of the Yeluo tribe quickly replied with a smile.
"What a bad name. Not only is begging for food just like a beggar, it also sounds like a desolate name."
The leader of the Yeluo clan was not angry but happy. He lay down on the ground and said, "If this little man is so lucky, please give me a name from the Young Master."
Yang Lin said: "From now on, your surname will be Yang, and your name will be Yang Ye."
Granting a surname was something one could only dream of. The leader of this small tribe, fearing that Yang Lin would regret it, quickly knelt down and said, "Yang Ye thanks Young Master for giving me a name."
Yang Lin hummed, pretended to be casual and pointed in the distance and asked: "Who are those two girls?"
Yang Ye looked back and said with a smile: "It's the villain's two daughters Ye...oh, no, it's Yang Mo'er and Yang Qin'er."
Yang Lin patted him twice on the shoulder and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to rest first."
Yang Ye, who had just received a new surname, was extremely nervous and excited. His face turned red as if he was drunk. He clenched his fists and waved: "Ancestors bless us, our Yeluo tribe's luck has come!"