Chapter 7 Coming

Dusk, Osmanthus Teahouse.

The magistrate of Shanlan County was dressed in plain clothes and hurried to a private room, looking very low-key.

If it weren't for the upright Chinese character face under his bamboo hat, no one would have thought that he was the county magistrate in the city.

After he arrived at the private room, he bowed respectfully to the man opposite and said, "Your Majesty the Envoy."

Opposite him, a man in a short shirt sat.

The man looked honest and courteous, as if he had just been working in the farmland and was called here temporarily.

However, when facing such a man, the county magistrate showed no airs and was even quite frightened.

He stood up, poured tea for the other party, and asked: "Evangelist, when will the Divine Religion leave this county? I'm afraid that if I delay for too long, I will attract the attention of the superiors."

The honest man drank tea, took off his shoes, and said, "What, does the county magistrate want to drive us away?"

The county magistrate felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and said, "Why did the magistrate say this?"

In fact, the magistrate of Sangshui County had nothing to say to him. When the news that the Fenglian Sect was preaching at night first reached his ears, his first reaction was to send someone to investigate and try to stop it.

As a result, he received a letter the next day and was so frightened that he did not dare to take any further action.

Because there was only one sentence in the letter - "Your Excellency, you don't want the Supervision Department to know that you are a mountain bandit, right?"

This is the biggest secret of the magistrate of Sangshui County. He was originally the leader of a gang of bandits on the hilltop. Because he intercepted and killed the magistrate who was about to take office, he came up with the idea of ​​​​Li Daitao Zang.

He thought that as the mountain was high and the emperor was far away, no one would know this secret. Who would have thought

The honest man smiled honestly and said: "Lord, don't be impatient. Don't worry, it's only one time. When this time is over, the Goddess Wind Lotus will go to the next place to save the people from fire and water, and let them ascend to the fairyland of the prosperous age.

When the time comes, you can continue to be the promising county magistrate you are."

As he spoke, he patted the county magistrate's shoulder with the hand that had just touched his toes.

The county magistrate did not hide away and said seriously: "Thank you, thank you very much."

When leaving, the new magistrate of Sangshui County, who had been in office for two years, had a look of depression in his eyes.

Damn, this county magistrate is worthy of being a magistrate. He is not as happy as a gangster.

In the tea room, the divine messenger who was picking his toes clapped his hands and said: "Two worshipers, this time the goddess is going to take away more people than before, please be patient? I remember, there were two less people last time.

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At this time, two people in robes, a man and a woman, came out.

The man's eyes were bright, as if there were flames burning in them, which was a bit scary.

The woman wears a black veil on her face, giving people a sense of distance.

Compared with the honest and friendly envoy in front of them, they were more like masters, so there was not much respect in their eyes.

As a result, at this moment, the divine messenger's clothes suddenly moved, and two human faces appeared on his chest.

At this time, the person on the left said in a low voice: "Do you hear me clearly?"

The two worshipers trembled and said nervously: "Yes."

The human face disappeared, and the envoy returned to his honest and humble appearance.

He patted the female worshipper's shoulder, rubbed it, and said, "Sorry to bother you two."

Ji Que is a very active person, and he will do it if he wants to establish the Wind Lotus Sect.

Soon, he began to inquire about the Fenglian Sect in the name of "my aunt is missing."

But he discovered that this sect was mysterious. It preached in the city at night and then left the city before dawn and disappeared, like a ghost.

Except for some farmland outside Sangshui County, it is all barren grassland and lush deep forests. Even if there are many believers preaching at night, it is still difficult to find traces after leaving the city.

There are people who want to find the Fenglian Sect. After all, many of their family members have not yet returned to the religion, so they inevitably inquire, but they don't gain much.

If Ji Que pays attention, he can naturally find clues. After all, there are hundreds of people preaching at night, and they probably can't fly.

But he didn't want to waste this effort. Unless the Wind Lotus Sect ran away, they would come back to preach sooner or later. He just had to wait and see.

In the afternoon, Ji Que went to the Western Market and collected about ten rotten eggs.

For the people at the market, this was the first time they saw someone collecting rotten eggs. They would not pay if they were not smelly.

On the way, Ji Que was holding a basket of rotten eggs and holding his breath.

His breath-holding skills are first-class, and with the blessing of Tai Chi Qi, he can hold his breath for a longer time and avoid being smoked.

On the way, some bad luck struck him. A pickpocket tried to touch his wallet, but as soon as he got close, he vomited loudly.

Ji Que turned around and hesitated: "You can't bear the smell, and you still want to be a three-hander? No, no, when did the threshold for three-hands become so low?"

The pickpocket didn't catch anything at all. He was so stinky that he vomited and was ridiculed and screamed in anger.

In recent years, many thieves and gangsters have different ideas. If the thief cannot steal, or if he is discovered, he will become angry and commit robbery.

"Smelly."

As a result, just when the thief was about to yell and get angry, Ji Que leaned over. The thief felt a strong stench coming to his nose, and he vomited again.

He climbed up to get away from Ji Que, but Ji Que kept following him like a gangrene attached to his bones.

"Please, please."

"No, don't come over."

"Wow!!!"

"I was wrong."

"Wow!!!"

After a lot of trouble, the pickpocket was lying on the road, foaming at the mouth, and looking like he was dying.

When Ji Que saw this, he sighed: "These rotten eggs are really genuine."

Along the way, he was like a god of plague. People around him tried to avoid him, and there was no one within three feet of him.

When Ji Que returned home, he hung the rotten eggs in the corner of the backyard, next to the rotten eggs from before.

Afterwards, he came to the front yard and began to breathe.

As a result, the smell lingering on his clothes wafted over, and he couldn't stand it.

The lethality of this thing is astonishing, but I don't know if the people of the Wind Lotus Sect can withstand it.

At night, the night is as dark as water.

Sangshui County was quiet, except for the occasional candle burning in someone's house and the sound of whispers.

The gate to the west of the city opened silently, and the guard stood there with confused eyes, without any look on his face.

A team of about a hundred people walked slowly through the streets. When the yellow paper was scattered, the sound of chanting echoed in the streets and alleys like a tide.

Ji Que didn't sleep and was doing push-ups.

The exercise of the body's muscles will also drive the flow of Qi in the body, creating a feeling of complementing each other.

He didn't go to bed very early these two nights, because according to the Fenglian Sect's missionary rule of "taking one day and resting for six days", it was time to come.

"coming?"

A faint sound of chanting came from the night, and even the sound of insects all around suddenly disappeared.

This is indeed a phenomenon that only occurred when the Wind Lotus Sect was preaching.

Ji Que didn't hesitate at all. He held his breath and lifted the basket of rotten eggs. He put his body close to the ground and swam into Yuhua Alley like a swimming fish.

There is a maple tree in Yuhua Lane, with lush branches and leaves.

Ji Que swam upstream close to the tree trunk and soon hid in the tree, looking like a ghost.

"Hey, why do I feel like I have the potential to be a thief?"

Ji Que nestled in a tree and complained to himself.

The moonlight is like frost, shining on the ground.

The team sprinkled with yellow paper was only a hundred steps away from here.
Chapter completed!