Chuanwen breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that nothing bad would happen at home.
After returning from the Marquis of Changxing's residence, Chuanhai went straight to the room where Lady Wang worshipped the Star Lord.
Inside, incense smoke swirled, and Wang was kneeling before the statue of a deity, reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Chuan Hai came in without thinking twice, picked up the statue of the Star Lord and walked outside, startling Wang Shi.
"What are you doing! Don't offend the Star Lord!"
Fearing that the Star Lord might unleash some punishment, Wang hurriedly got up to snatch it away, and with such great strength, she managed to wrest it from Chuan Hai's hands.
Chuan Hai was both angry and anxious, "Why would you believe in this? Are you out of your mind?!"
Chuanhai tried to snatch it again, but Wang held on tightly and wouldn't let go, even biting Chuanhai.
Chuan Hai clutched the row of teeth marks on his hand, wincing in pain. He was furious!
"There's gunpowder hidden in here! That Star Worshipping Cult wants you all dead!"
Chuan Hai was furious, but Wang Shi didn't believe it at all. She still clung tightly to the statue and wouldn't let go. If the statue wasn't effective, how could she have recovered from her illness!
The husband has been misled by some villain; he's just jealous of the large number of followers of the Star Worshipping Cult!
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of other people in the manor. In addition to Chuanrui and his wife who were busy in the shop and the three Chuanze brothers who had gone to school, the Marquis of Changxing and his wife, as well as Chuanyu, all came.
When they arrived, Chuanhai had already called several old women to try to snatch the statue from Wang Shi's hands. However, since Wang Shi was the mistress, the old women did not dare to use too much force and failed to snatch it away after a long time.
When they came over to ask what had happened, Chuanhai told them everything, "The cold palace in the palace was blown up! Three rooms were instantly reduced to rubble, and three people who worshipped this statue were killed!"
Although Chuan Hai did not witness it firsthand, he could fully imagine what the scene must have been like based on Shi Shen's account.
The elderly couple, the Marquis of Changxing and his wife, were horrified. If this had blown up in their house, it would have been disastrous. Wang Shi, who knelt and worshipped the idols every day, would have been blown to death!
"Take it from her quickly!"
The old lady of Changxing Marquis's voice trembled. When Chuanyu saw that the old women could not snatch it away, he took a few steps forward, pushed them aside, and snatched it away. After snatching it, he smashed it to the ground, and the statue shattered into pieces!
"Yu'er..."
Chuan Hai and the other two were surprised. When did their dignified and elegant Yu'er become so decisive and efficient? The move she made to snatch the statue just now had the air of a martial arts practitioner. When did their Yu'er learn that?
"My idol—!"
Wang's shrill scream broke the three people's surprise, but Wang's scream stopped a second later, because they saw that the shattered statue was actually hollow, and the hollow was filled with black powder, which was now scattered all over the ground!
"Quickly, clean it up and hand it over to the authorities!"
Chuan Hai immediately gave the order.
The Changxing Marquis's family was not the only one to stage this scene, and she was not the only one who was stunned like Wang Shi.
Soon, all the officials' homes and the palace had their idols removed, and the guards posted notices and began a thorough search of every household in the capital.
At first, some people were unwilling to hand over the statues. In a few days, it will be the day the statues are burned. Once the statues are burned, the power of the Star Lord will greatly increase and will protect them from illness and disaster for the rest of their lives!
They're all dead, so naturally they're free from illness and disaster. Why would he need to protect them? Shi Shen, who was in charge of searching for the statues, not only complained, but he also smashed one of the statues in public before the people reluctantly handed over the hidden statues.
In a secluded courtyard in a deep alley, several people were plotting in a tightly sealed room.
"We've been exposed, let's run!"
A dark-skinned, overweight man had already packed his bags, waiting for the cult leader to give the order so he could leave immediately.
"The city gates are all closed, how can we escape?"
Another pale, thin man rolled his eyes at the man from before. Anyway, he hadn't packed any luggage and didn't have much stuff. If he could leave, he could just pack his bags and go.
"What should we do? We can't just sit here and wait to be caught, can we? They're about to search our yard!"
Another tall, burly man roared in a gruff voice, then turned his gaze to a man dressed as a scholar, "Third brother, aren't you usually so cunning and sly? Come on, give me some ideas!"
Then everyone turned their gaze to the scholar, looking at him hopefully.
The scholar rolled his eyes at the tall, strong man. Was he insulting him or praising him?
However, after thinking for a moment, he looked at the black-clad man who had remained silent and asked, "Master, how about we rebel now?"
The man in black remained silent, deep in thought.
The date they had originally set was a few days later, and many believers had already gathered outside the capital. Although the matter of the idol had been discovered, and they had lost a major advantage, at this point, they either had to be arrested or rebel. Rebellion might offer a glimmer of hope, which was better than being arrested after planning for so many days without accomplishing anything!
But if they want to reverse this, how do they get those believers outside in?
"I have a brother under my command who used to be a military officer in the capital. I wonder if he has any connection with guarding the city gates. Why don't we ask him for some ideas?"
The scholar suggested, but someone immediately became wary, "He served as a military officer in the capital? Could he be an undercover agent?"
"Probably not, I'm pretty good at judging people," the scholar replied. "He was also persecuted by the emperor, his family was destroyed and everyone was busy, and of the dozen or so people, only he and his wife escaped."
The others fell silent, pondering the feasibility of the idea. Finally, the cult leader spoke up, "Then let him give it a try."
The scholar left the courtyard and wandered through the streets and alleys of the capital. Whenever he saw a soldier passing by, he would quickly lower his head. He found a few secluded paths and arrived at the residence of his subordinate with trepidation.
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