Chapter 10: Redemption When you hit the bottom, even the deadly spider in front of you...
No diseases!
The moment they heard these four words, everyone under the stage had a gleam of desire in their eyes.
The crowd began to get restless, but out of consideration for Bu Xingde on the stage, no one dared to stand up and fight for it, which was very different from what Wen Ying saw last night.
"Miss Liu, is this your first time meeting someone?" Geng You saw Wen Ying's expression and understood what was going on. He explained, "Bu Xingde calls himself the 'Suzaku God' and claims that he is immortal. Therefore, among all his vows, the ones related to life are the most effective."
"Apart from 'resurrection from the dead', 'prevention of all diseases' is the most difficult thing. It seems that we are lucky today."
"Effective?" The guard at the side sneered, "Are these two words worthy of being used to describe the magician's bluffing tricks? Do you really think he is a god?"
"Huang Ben, you are a scholar so stop biting our words." Geng You laughed and punched Huang Ben. It seemed that he didn't take his sabotage to heart.
The woman in red holding the tray high shouted again: "Today there are twenty [Vow Fulfilling Doses], and only the believers with the most sincerity can receive them."
There were at least a hundred believers kneeling and worshipping below the stage. From Wen Ying's angle, it looked like a black swamp with some bright red floating in it.
How can sincerity be measured? It is nothing but the accumulation of gold, silver and treasures.
Wen Ying knew the alchemist's tricks, but she didn't know why Bu Xingde chose to plunder these poor people.
The art of witchcraft is inseparable from money and power. The more wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials gather in a place, the easier it is for the seeds of witchcraft to take root and sprout.
These two things are not available to these poor people.
What on earth do the poor have that is worth Bu Xingde mobilizing so many troops?
Then, the second thing that shocked Wen Ying today appeared before her eyes.
The believers in the audience pushed out the children beside them in a normal manner. Some babies in swaddling clothes were held high up, as if they were sacrificing a piece of ordinary meat.
Let the woman in red examine their children like they were inspecting goods.
"What are they doing?" Wen Ying was shocked. She pointed at the believers and looked at Yan Jing beside her. "Is this 'sincerity'?"
She immediately understood why those women had begged so bitterly when she first came to the suburbs.
The children they carried for ten months are now nothing more than chips being weighed on the scales.
There is no humanity at all.
Yan Jing lowered his eyes and did not answer Wen Ying's words.
The woman in red examined the children pushed out by the poor one by one, occasionally stopping to leave red marks between the eyebrows of several children with her fingers.
After a round of screening, the woman in red walked back to the stage, turned around and rang the golden bell in her arms.
Some in the crowd were happy while others were sad. Most of the poor people were wailing in pain:
"Master Hongsuo, please give us another chance!"
"My mother is seriously ill. Please give me the opportunity."
"My family can have another child, sir. Our sincerity is no less than theirs!"
There was noise and clamor, and the audience was crowded. Some poor people knelt forward eagerly, just one step away from the stage, wanting to stretch out their withered hands to touch their hope.
The gaze under the hood on the stage grew colder, and something was surging under the wide red robe.
At this moment, Yan Jing suddenly raised his hand and gave his subordinate a solemn command: "Go."
Geng You, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed out like an arrow and appeared between the front line of the poor and the platform in an instant.
The cold light faced the burning fire, and Geng You used a sword to pick up the glass bottle wrapped in the flame. He stood tall and raised his eyes to meet Bu Xingde's cold gaze, raising his eyebrows provocatively.
The crystal bottle was thrown into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Seeing the flames about to start, Huang Ben skillfully poured a pot of water to put out the fire. He looked at the handsome and elegant young man with fluttering sleeves in the wind and cursed: "You only care about killing and not burying, you only know how to show off!"
Bu Xingde saw the young man's face clearly, clicked his tongue secretly, and turned his gaze to the elegant man walking out of the woods.
It's him again...
"Master Yan." Hongsuo, who was standing at the foot of the high platform, spoke first and bowed to Yan Jing. "I wonder what is the purpose of your visit today?"
"It's just a routine matter." Yan Jing replied calmly. He looked at the vow-fulfilling potion in Hongsuo's hand, frowned imperceptibly, and looked up at Bu Xingde, "I don't remember that Dahua law gave you the power of life and death."
"Bu Xingde, are you going to rebel?"
Wen Ying followed Yan Jing closely, and from time to time she glanced at the poor people behind Geng You.
She remembered that the man had just shouted that his mother was seriously ill, and he must have been forced to do so.
Thinking of this, the girl quickly walked over, squatted down to check on the man, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Bu Xingde tilted his head to look at Yan Jing, gnashing his teeth in hatred, but an ugly smile appeared on his face: "How dare I, this is all a misunderstanding, I just want to scare them."
Yan Jing was born into a prominent family. He became a powerful prime minister at such a young age. He was as bright as the moon and as glorious as the sun. How could he understand the pain of those who started from scratch?
If he were given such a background, he would definitely be able to do better than Yan Jing.
Bu Xingde looked Yan Jing up and down darkly, his gaze as chilling as a poisonous snake.
Only this skin is the best among them. If...
"Beat?" Yan Jing smiled, but his eyes were frozen like frost. "I've never seen such a way of threatening before."
Bu Xingde grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth on his wrinkled face: "How could that be? If you don't believe me, ask them. I have never treated them unfairly."
Wen Ying did not listen to their conversation. She just lowered her head to comfort the man who was almost hit by the flames. Her clean hands stroked the dusty cloth again and again:
"It's okay. If you have any difficulties, you can tell Lord Yan. He is the prime minister of the dynasty. With your voice, he will definitely..."
Before she could finish her words, Wen Ying's wrist was pinched. Her bony fingers were pinched so hard that it hurt, and red marks instantly appeared on her fair skin.
The poor man raised his head, his eyes devoid of gratitude and filled with hatred, and every word he said was like a knife piercing into the girl's heart:
"Why do you want to meddle in other people's business?"
Wen Ying's eyes widened slightly, and she saw him push the girl away, then crawled a few steps to his knees and knelt at Bu Xingde's feet, with his hands clasped together:
"Suzaku God, please ignore their offense and give me, give me a bottle of vow-fulfilling potion! Even just a drop will do."
As he said this, he kowtowed repeatedly, and did not stop until his head was broken and bleeding.
What can a poor man gain? He has nothing to lose, and only a life that is tossed in the wind and rain.
So they can give everything for a chance of survival, including their loved ones and their own souls.
Wen Ying stood there in a daze, staring at the scene in front of her, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
She couldn't understand his thinking, just like the poor man couldn't understand the girl's salvation.
Bu Xingde laughed even more wildly, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I told you, it's just a misunderstanding."
Yan Jing lowered his eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly under the obscuration of trees and clouds.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the leading poor man's kowtow and Bu Xingde's laughter being heard. The rest of the poor people kept their heads down and said nothing, like puppets that had lost their control.
In the stagnant air, Wen Ying stepped forward and stopped the person who was kowtowing.
Just when the latter was about to start scolding again, the girl slapped him.
The force was as great as a whip breaking through the air, instantly leaving a red palm print on the man's face.
Everyone present was stunned. Even the poor man who was beaten was slapped again before he could react.
There was a "pop" sound, and now both sides of the cheeks were symmetrical.
Wen Ying pulled up his collar, her eyes were like torches, and she said viciously, "Idiot! When you fell to the bottom of the valley, you couldn't even tell the deadly spider silk in front of you from the life-saving rope. Who else do you want to save you?"
The words sounded like a warning bell, echoing in the poor man's mind, but he could not understand what the girl meant.
Wen Ying didn't care what the people around her thought. She stood up, picked up her skirt and walked back the way she came.
The silver-white skirt was stained with dust and dirt, but the girl's figure was as proud as a plum blossom in the snow.
Yan Jing looked at the girl's back, half-closed his eyes, let out a laugh, raised his eyes and looked at Bu Xingde again, and said calmly:
"Sorry, please cooperate with our work."
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On the return carriage, Wen Ying crossed her arms across her chest, still looking angry, but feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
Her performance today was very different from her usual gentle self, but she really couldn't help it.
How can a daughter of a general tolerate any injustice in her eyes?
I just don’t know what Yan Jing is thinking today.
Thinking of this, Wen Ying quietly sent out a glimpse of her eyes to peek at Yan Jing's expression.
However, Yan Jing was still looking at the scroll book in his hand calmly, and his dark eyes showed no emotion.
This was not a solution, so Wen Ying decided to take the initiative. She coughed lightly to draw Yan Jing's attention back.
"Lord Yan, today..." Wen Ying's thoughts were turning back and forth in her mind. She was about to open her mouth to explain, but Yan Jing added the second half of the sentence.
"Today is my problem."
This one sentence tore Wen Ying's prepared speech into pieces, and the girl was a little confused.
Didn't she slap that person rashly? How could it be Yan Jing's fault?
Yan Jing reached out and closed the book. He suddenly realized that this seemed to be their first conversation in a carriage. The corners of his mouth raised a little smile, and his eyes softened as he said:
"I should have reminded you in advance of the purpose of this trip. It's my fault that the girl lost her composure in public."
There appeared the twists and turns of the literati and the strange logical connections.
But this time Wen Ying gladly accepted it. She followed Yan Jing's words and replied, "It's not your fault. It's also because I have a somewhat reckless personality."
Neither of them realized that this was the first time they spoke their true thoughts without the temptations and disguises of the past.
Yan Jing's fingertips rubbed the spine of the book several times, finally placing it in a comfortable position, and spoke softly:
"What you saw today was the most influential Suzaku Cult in the vicinity of the capital. They grew and prospered in other counties, and by the time they arrived in the capital, they had already reached a terrifying size."
Wen Ying understood the implication of Yan Jing's words in an instant.
Because of their huge size, they are difficult to eradicate, and because of their devout faith, they are difficult to divert.
Even if Yan Jing wanted to take care of it, it would be a hot potato that would be extremely difficult to handle.
Since Yan Jing talked to Wen Ying out of the desire to benefit the country and the people, the girl naturally would not push him away.
Wen Ying thought for a moment and whispered, "If we want to completely uproot the tree, we must start from the root."
Wen Ying stopped at that point, and Yan Jing understood what she meant.
The root of the [Suzaku Cult] is its extremely solid faith.
So where does faith come from?
"Bu Xingde is known as the 'Suzaku God' and claims that he is immortal."
Yan Jing looked up suddenly, and all his thoughts were connected in an instant.
If the immortal Suzaku god were to die inexplicably in front of his believers.
Is this just a shake of extreme faith?
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