Jiang Fan silently complained in his heart, but then he was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Zhou He said, and couldn't help but said: "Little prince, according to your statement, can I understand that you are interested in longevity?"
From a religious perspective, those of us who don’t believe in religion are all heretics? We all deserve to die?”
Zhou He nodded helplessly and said: "Yes, the teachings of the Immortality Religion do not allow the existence of gods from other sects, so for the Immortality Religion, other sects are naturally evil. As for those of us who do not believe in any religion, for
As far as the Immortality Sect is concerned, those who are unbelievers are also the target of salvation."
"Every year when the Prairie Golden Tent launches plunder, the slogan is to spread the glory of Changshengtian further, to save us people who have betrayed Changshengtian, and to return us to the embrace of Changshengtian, together with them
Bathed in the light of the eternal sky."
Jiang Fan was a little stunned when he heard this.
Does this sound familiar? In my world... there seems to be a sect with similar doctrines, and the scale of the sect has reached a world level. The series of consequences caused by this are quite serious.
"That's not right, young prince. According to this, the Pope of the Immortality Sect looks at us as if he were looking at the enemy who killed our father, right? This envoy arranged for him to come here because they want to cause trouble?"
Jiang Fan asked in shock.
"It's not that serious. What is the fundamental purpose of the existence of the doctrine? You know it, I know it, and the nobles of the Prairie Golden Tent also know it very well. So the only ones who will really go crazy because of these doctrines are the low-level herdsmen and slaves."
"As for the upper-class nobles of the Prairie Golden Tent... I will only say a few words and you should be able to understand that the most expensive jade articles, ornaments, fine wines and silks in our Zhou Dynasty have a huge share every year. Through various methods,
Sold to the grassland."
Zhou He shrugged and continued: "As for this Pope, he can be called the wisest man in the prairie. Do you think he relies on his fanatical belief in the Immortality Heaven? In the final analysis... the Immortality Religion is just prairie gold.
It is just a weapon used by the nobles to consolidate their control over the grassland."
Listening to Zhou He's straightforward words, Jiang Fan stopped asking any more questions.
After roughly understanding the teachings of the Immortality Religion, Jiang Fan became deeply afraid of the Immortality Religion.
Think about it, although the grassland is vast and sparsely populated, there are still dozens of millions of people, right?
Dozens of millions of fanatic believers who have been completely brainwashed by the Immortality Religion, howling and wanting to sacrifice their lives for their Immortality Heaven. What a terrifying group this is?
In a sense, once this kind of group starts to launch a war of aggression against foreign countries, it will be like locusts, not even a blade of grass will grow in their path...
With these thoughts surging in his mind, Jiang Fan had already brought the entire delegation to a special guild hall in Heyang City.
An envoy with over a thousand people is really not a small group.
However, 99% of them are soldiers, so when making arrangements, they can be arranged by marching.
There is no problem if ten people live in a wing room.
Only Batu Ashlan, Nasutu, and a few Changsheng Sect's sacrificial wine and leading generals need to settle alone.
Even so, the resettlement of thousands of people took an entire afternoon.
Because the soldiers in the envoy did not listen to Jiang Fan and other Heyang officials at all, it was Jiang Fan and other Heyang officials who informed several generals of the corresponding arrangements, and then several generals went to
Give orders and the soldiers will do what they say.
Invisibly, the time cost is naturally greatly increased.
It was not until the western edge of the sun that the whole Heyang City began to enter dusk, and the placement of the envoys was truly completed.
It was actually almost time for King Wu Zhou Di’s dinner party.
So without wasting any more time, Jiang Fan and Zhou He invited several important members of the envoy to go to the palace for a banquet.
Although Batu Ashilan was arrogant and domineering, he knew the importance of this mission after all, so he did not make any mistakes on this time issue.
However, his eyes always fell on Lin Wanqing intentionally or unintentionally, making Jiang Fan, who had been paying attention, even more unhappy.
The guild hall where the envoys were housed was not far from Prince Wu's Mansion.
Apart from Batu Asilan and Nasutu, the only people who went to attend the royal palace dinner were the two longevity cultivators who always served beside Nasutu, and several generals who were in charge of leading the delegation this time.
Since the number of thousands of barbarians has reached a certain danger level, Heyang City has already had the nearest garrison stationed for defense.
Of course, this kind of deployment basically has only symbolic meaning.
Arriving at the palace in a carriage specially arranged by Prince Wu's Palace, the Crown Prince Zhou He, as the landlord, began to replace Jiang Fan, taking the initiative to lead and introduce some of the layout of the palace, and at the same time answer many questions from Nasutu.
These are all routine steps, but the envoys dispatched by the Prairie Golden Account every year have different people in charge. Therefore, since Zhou He began to be responsible for welcoming the envoys, he has to repeat the same words every year.
once.
Soon they arrived at the palace garden where the banquet was held, and the King of Wu, Zhou Di, dressed in rich attire, appeared in everyone's sight.
Another round of hypocritical greetings, and the cheerfulness shown by King Wu Zhou Di made Jiang Fan couldn't help but look sideways.
In front of these grassland barbarians, King Wu Zhou Di looked like a heroic man without any evil intentions.
What kind of city? What kind of royal dignity? No trace of it can be seen on Zhou Di's body.
Your acting skills are fine, my prince... If this were to go to my world, would I have to award you an Oscar?
Jiang Fan clicked his tongue in surprise, and watched as Wu King Zhou Di, Nasutu, and Batu Azilan finished their greetings and began to greet a few people to sit down. Jiang Fan also led Lin Wanqing to sit on the other side where the guests of the palace should be.
.
The scale of the dinner was not large, and including the guests from the palace, there were less than twenty people in total.
As for the officials belonging to the Heyang government office, Jiang Fan himself was the only one.
Even the city guard Gu Yan was not among those invited.
As everyone took their seats, King Wu Zhou Di clapped his hands to indicate that the dinner could begin.
Rows of maids, carrying wine jars and various dishes, were placed on the long table in front of everyone like water.
The dishes are full of color, flavor and taste, and the wine is Jiang Fan’s Immortal Drunkenness.
Everyone had an equal amount of small plates in front of them, but considering the habits of the barbarians, an extra large roasted leg of lamb was placed in front of each barbarian.
The food and wine were quickly served, Zhou Di clapped his hands again, and a dozen dancers who had been prepared appeared in the garden, dancing gracefully to the sound of clear orchestral music.
"Come on, everyone, raise a glass! Especially the guests who come from afar, try our latest wine! I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"
Zhou Di said, raising the wine glass in front of him.