Chapter 16: Boy, can a mortal win that thing?
"What else do you need to bring? In the eyes of these poor believers, being able to appear in front of them is already a blessing."
"The poor are poor, but they are not fools. On the contrary, it is precisely because they have nothing that they are smarter than anyone else and focus on the small profits in front of them. Now you can get what you want by kneeling down to Chuyang. At this critical moment, you go there empty-handed, aren't you asking for trouble?"
"In the final analysis, Bu Xingde is just a loser. Where did he go today?"
The sound of Hongsuo and Lan Gen's conversation came closer and closer, and Wen Ying's heartbeat began to beat faster. She increased the strength of the hand that was covering the child's mouth in her arms.
The moment the red-dressed woman stepped into the courtyard, her eyes widened and she shouted in shock, "Where are the people?!"
I saw the door of the wooden cage in front of me was wide open, and the children inside had disappeared.
Hongsuo was so angry that he rushed forward and kicked the wooden cage. Several wooden sticks shook and almost fell apart.
Lan Gen was a few steps behind when he saw this scene. His reaction was much calmer than Hong Suo's: "Where's Black Wing?"
Hearing this question, Hongsuo calmed down and whispered with frowned eyebrows: "Yes, what about Black Wing? Could it be that..."
"Let's go find him first." Lan Gen interrupted Hongsuo's words, glanced at the courtyard indifferently, then turned and walked out of the temple.
Hongsuo knew what Lan Gen meant, so she stopped talking and just followed him out in a few steps.
Give up so easily?
Wen Ying was a little confused, and the strength in her arms loosened. The boy and girl in her arms were finally freed, gasping for breath.
If Wen Ying was alone, she would be confident that she could hide and escape from the enemy's door easily, but with three children by her side, the situation was not so optimistic.
But she couldn't bear to leave the child to fend for himself.
Just when she was anxious, her body hit the platform where Bu Xingde had been sitting before. Some mechanism was activated, and she and her three children were pushed into the platform.
There was another space inside. There was enough space for an adult man to sit, and it was more than enough to accommodate a smaller girl and three children who looked malnourished.
There was darkness everywhere, and Wen Ying could only rely on hearing to judge whether the enemy was staying or leaving.
The sound of the cold wind whistling and the creaking sound of wooden doors opening and closing form the rhythm of life for the lower class people in winter.
Wen Ying held her breath and listened for a moment, and suddenly she heard the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, which was extremely clear in the empty and cold winter air.
She turned back suddenly and quickly grabbed the dagger that was stabbing at her.
With only the faint light coming through the gaps around her, the girl could see the attacker's head, which was slightly larger than that of an ordinary child, and his fierce and cold eyes.
It was the child who had just been rescued from prison.
She rescued him by chance, but now she wants to kill her?
The man was so strong that Wen Ying had to use all her strength to barely resist him. She couldn't help but laugh in anger, squeezing out three words from between her teeth: "Why?"
The boy didn't say anything, he just kept trying.
A faint fragrance wafted through the enclosed space, and Wen Ying knew something was wrong as soon as she sniffed it.
It's cartilage powder!
The strength in the girl's hand suddenly loosened, and the sharp blade went straight towards her pupil.
There is no way around it.
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Bu Xingde has been in a lot of trouble recently.
The great god Chuyang who came from nowhere can get what he wants just by worshipping him, and his method is different from theirs in its simplicity and crudeness.
If you pray for wealth, he will send you a job invitation letter, and each job is exactly what the petitioner is qualified for.
If you ask for sex, a matchmaker will come to your door the next day and introduce you to a suitable marriage partner.
If you want to survive, a wandering doctor may happen to pass by and take your pulse and prescribe medicine for you. You can write an IOU for the consultation fee and medicine.
If the gift of the Suzaku Religion is compared to fish, then Chu Yang is holding a fishing rod and fishing methods in front of you. Whether one can change his fate depends on the believer's own thoughts.
"I don't ask for mercy from heaven, I just hope that God will reward my hard work."
The Dahua regime had not completely collapsed, and the people still had hope for order and justice in their hearts. Compared to the wealth, fame and fortune gained by sacrificing the lives of their loved ones, the sense of security of achieving what they pursue with their own hands is incomparable.
That would be fine, because the loyal followers of the Suzaku Cult had long been worn out by the desire for unearned gain, and there was no turning back.
However, Chu Yang actually ordered his guardian to open a class to teach the magic arts, breaking down each step in great detail.
Controlling thunder and controlling fire are all just tricks of the world.
As long as you know the principle, even a three-year-old child can create something out of thin air.
Bu Xingde's foundation as a "god" was shaken step by step, and some believers even had the courage to ask the Suzaku god whether he could fly without any clothes.
Damn it, Chu Yang isn't making money anymore? What on earth does he want to do?!
This matter has alarmed the lord, who has ordered Bu Xingde to destroy "Chu Yang" at all costs.
Otherwise, you should consider "cutting off the tail".
After all, all the gold, silver and food were provided by that adult. If Bu Xingde couldn't make money, that adult would definitely not mind supporting a new "Qinglong God" or "Xuanwu God" or something like that.
But don't think he has no other options, he has his own trump card.
"I heard that there are false gods who have been spreading rumors about me recently, saying that my tricks are just a scam." Bu Xingde sat on the high platform, his voice solemn and dignified, looking down on the audience, "What nonsense! I have been protecting the world for many years, and I am not comparable to a mere rat."
The believers kneeling below the stage were eager to make a move. Some wanted to look up at their gods but did not dare.
"If you want to use my reputation to build momentum for yourselves, I will forgive you for what you did. But if you want to turn the tables on Tian Gang and say that I am not a true god, if I can agree, then you have to ask the heavens above us! Do you agree?"
"Ask yourselves, have you not suffered any hardship over the years and yet have obtained what you wanted? Doesn't this prove my compassion?"
"If it weren't for me, you would have died in a cold winter. How could you have the energy to argue with me here?"
Bu Xingde's words were all nonsense, but years of influence had already drained the rationality of the believers in the audience, and no one dared to refute him at this moment.
Seeing this situation, Bu Xingde finally regained his position after a long period of suppression.
He raised his chin, straightened his chest, and shouted, "If you still doubt me, I will take you back to the path of becoming a god!"
"The winter flames of ten years ago will be rekindled in three days!"
"And I will be reborn in the flames!" Bu Xingde's voice resounded through the sky like a suona. "Then we will see who is the true god and who is the fake one!"
"Let the flames burn all falsehoods and doubts. The Samadhi True Fire and the Golden Bell will eventually engulf the heavens and shake the earth!"
After hearing this, the believers in the audience instantly forgot about the "first sun" that came from nowhere, and their bodies trembled with excitement, with excitement shining in their eyes.
This is to recreate the meaning of "rebirth from the ashes"!
Except for his last performance ten years ago, the leader has never "risen from the ashes" in front of anyone again.
Therefore, the flame that symbolizes hope has never been reflected in the eyes of new believers, but now they can witness it with their own eyes. How can this not make people excited!
"The leader is wise!"
"Master!"
“Master!!”
The constant stream of worship was so deafening that Yan Jing, who was standing far away watching Bu Xingde's speech, could not help but cover his ears, feeling it was too noisy.
"My Lord, I have been busy for the past few days but still cannot get a word from Bu Xingde. I have seen how great the charm of 'getting something for nothing' is." Geng You clicked his tongue and raised his voice so that people around him could hear him.
"If you speak louder, Bu Xingde will come over and silence you right now. He hates 'Chu Yang' to the core." Huang Ben also covered his ears and coldly extinguished Geng You's indignation.
"Let him come. When he comes, let him know what 'invincible except for Dawn' means!" Geng You sneered and looked down on him.
"Why isn't it 'Invincible'?"
"Can a mortal win that thing?"
Yan Jing had long been accustomed to the bickering between the two aides beside him. He just glanced around, frowned slightly and asked, "Where's Li Ming?"
His master's words reminded Geng You. He looked around but couldn't find the figure wearing the dark iron mask. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know. It seems she didn't come today. It's strange. Liming is famous for being 'never late'."
After just a few days of cooperation, Geng You was completely convinced and his admiration for the company was beyond words.
Yan Jing frowned even tighter.
Something is wrong.
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If it is unavoidable, then don't avoid it.
Wen Ying was extremely fast. In an instant, she raised her leg and stabbed the boy's waist and abdomen. The latter felt the pain and his wrist relaxed for a moment, allowing Wen Ying to avoid the dagger.
Before the boy could regroup, Wen Ying grabbed his neck.
The girl used her finger bones to pinch the boy's neck, leaving a red mark. In a moment his face turned red, with a slight sign of turning purple.
What kind of monster is this? How can it still have such strength under the effect of cartilage powder?
The boy struggled to pry Wen Ying's fingers apart, but he couldn't.
Then there was a flash of cold light, and the boy groaned in pain. He wanted to scream but could only whimper because his throat was locked.
Wen Ying stabbed the boy's shoulder with a dagger, pinning him to the wall. Her eyes floated in the darkness, and she asked again, "Why?"
The boy wanted to answer but couldn't, so he could only pat Wen Ying's arm hard to indicate that he could answer.
While doing this, he did his best to look aggrieved.
Wen Ying's strength loosened for a moment, and just when the boy thought she had done it, the girl dislocated his jaw with her backhand, and with her other hand she pulled out a dagger and put it against the boy's neck.
The icy touch was creepy, and the chill went straight from the soles of the boy's feet to the top of his head.
"Sister, sister, I do have my reasons. Please listen to my explanation." The boy's voice was a little slurred due to the loss of the support of his jaw. Tears and snot were stuck on his face. He looked like a pitiful child no matter how you looked at him.
Unexpectedly, Wen Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, and the dagger came a little closer. Her voice sank, "Stop pretending. Why are you calling me sister when you are so fake?"
"You're not a kid at all, are you?"
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