"Your Majesty... this is?"
Looking at the three booklets Jiang Beiran threw to him, Su Xiuyu looked up at Jiang Beiran and asked.
"This is the top, middle and bottom three strategies. All three strategies can help your Liang Kingdom break through the Sheng Kingdom. You can just tell your suzerain like this."
Su Xiuyu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Excuse me...can I take a look?"
"certainly."
So Su Xiuyu immediately lowered his head and opened the three booklets Jiang Beiran gave him.
After half a stick of incense, Su Xiuyu put down the three booklets in amazement.
'Absolutely, absolutely. '
These three strategies gave Su Xiuyu a feeling that as long as he followed through, he would be able to overthrow the Kingdom of Cheng.
Among them, the best strategy is to give Su Xiuyu a sense of sight that as long as the conditions are in place, Liang Guo can completely capture Cheng Guo without any effort.
But to say that the biggest difference between these three strategies is in the time used, the lowest strategy is the shortest, and the best strategy is the longest.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" Jiang Beiran, who was drinking tea at the stone table, asked.
"No." Su Xiuyu shook his head, put away the three booklets, and saluted Jiang Beiran, "Thank you for the gift, Your Majesty, so it will be easier for me to explain to Master."
"Well, since that's the case, you can go back if it's all right."
"Yes."
Su Xiuyu just wanted to open the illusion curtain after finishing speaking, but he still couldn't help but looked at Jiang Beiran curiously and asked, "Your Majesty, I want to ask a question..."
Jiang Beiran, who was drinking tea, glanced at Su Xiuyu and said with a smile, "Do you want to ask Liang Guo if he implements these three strategies, can he really swallow Cheng Guo?"
Su Xiuyu, who was guessed at the center, directly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise."
"Of course." Jiang Beiran nodded.
While Su Xiuyu was in a daze, Jiang Beiran added: "The premise is that I'm not here. In addition, it's better for you to think less about these things in the future."
As soon as Jiang Beiran's words fell, Su Xiuyu felt a severe headache and begged for mercy in a hurry: "I know my mistake, please forgive me."
"Hurry up and do what you have to do."
"Yes!" Su Xiuyu didn't care about the headache after finishing speaking, and left the palace as if to escape.
After dealing with Liang Guo's little trouble, there is nothing Jiang Beiran needs to do in a hurry. When he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of playing the piano not far away.
The sound of the piano is loose and deep, and it can't help but remind people of ancient times.
Following the sound of the piano to the front yard, Jiang Beiran found that the person playing the piano was Deng Xianghan, the former princess.
Because Jiang Beiran was wearing casual clothes, Deng Xianghan didn't recognize him for a while, and when he saw his face clearly, he exclaimed: "Huang..."
And Jiang Beiran made a silent gesture to signal her to continue playing.
Nodding his head, Deng Xianghan flicked his onion fingers again, playing a melodious piano sound.
Standing under the big tree, Jiang Beiran felt that he was also very emotional sometimes. Whether he touched the scenery or heard the beautiful music, there would always be a feeling of tranquility and restlessness in his heart, which could not be described clearly, but I like it very much.
With the emperor as the audience, Deng Xianghan played with extra care. When the song was over, she opened her eyes to hear the emperor's evaluation, but found that there was no one under the tree.
Standing up abruptly, Deng Xianghan blinked his eyes twice, feeling as if Zhuang Zhou was dreaming of a butterfly.
'The emperor...'
Muttering in his heart, Deng Xianghan sat down again and began to play the piano.
After enjoying a moment of tranquility, Jiang Bei ran out of the palace sitting on auspicious clouds. On the way, he searched around again, thinking about how to completely rectify the plague.
While observing the drainage facilities of a town, Jiang Beiran's nose suddenly twitched twice because he smelled a bloody smell that hit his nostrils.
This bloody smell does not belong to chicken or duck, but the unique smell of human blood.
'The smell of blood is so strong... Could it be some kind of sacrificial ceremony again. '
The last miasma incident started with a sacrificial incident in the massacre of a village. Now that there are such signs, Jiang Bei naturally has to go and have a look.
Following the increasingly serious smell of blood, Jiang Beiran found a small village along the way, where hundreds of refugees were gathering in the blink of an eye.
"Greatly merciful Bodhisattva, please save your believers."
"Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha..."
"Mom! My stomach hurts... can you stop feeding me paper?"
…
The place where the refugees gather is undoubtedly a purgatory-like scene. Everyone here is pale and emaciated, full of death, and no one cares about the corpses scattered around in circles around them. They are all desperately squeezing into a temple.
"Ah!!! ah!!! ah!!!"
…
In the temple, not only screams came out one after another, but Jiang Beiran discovered that the source of the bloody smell was also here.
So Jiang Beiran quickly pushed aside the crowd and squeezed into the temple.
"what!!!"
Hearing another scream, Jiang Beiran finally understood what happened.
Those monks who were supposed to be chanting sutras and chanting Buddha actually did the work of butchers, and the objects they slaughtered were refugees.
What is even more frightening is that these people, these refugees were not forced, but lined up to be slaughtered by this group of monks.
After infiltrating into the crowd and inquiring for a while, Jiang Beiran finally understood the truth of the matter.
It turned out that this Lanruo Temple released the news, saying that the reason why people get sick is because of bad intentions, so they are punished by heaven. If you want to avoid this catastrophe, you must come to them to buy an evil certificate.
What is the Exorcism Letter? It is to give you a piece of paper and ask you to write down the sins you have committed in your life, and then sincerely pray for the Buddha’s forgiveness. Then disappear.
For the desperate refugees, as long as they are given a chance to live, they are all willing to give it a try, so when the news spreads to ten, ten to hundreds, and farther and farther, this Lanruo Temple becomes a temple. There was an endless stream of refugees who came to buy the Exorcism Certificate.
But how could it be possible to cure the plague, so when more and more people began to question them, these monks began their crazy treatment methods.
Bloodletting.
They told the refugees that the reason why those who bought the Exorcism Certificate could not get better was because their sins were too serious, and the Exorcism Certificate alone could not save them, so they had to release all the sins in their bodies to be redeemed.
This statement actually made the ordinary people feel very reasonable, so they rushed to ask the monks to let them bleed with the opened razor.
Of course bloodletting will not save the people of Sheng country, it will only make them die faster.
Kelanruo Temple said that this is the last round of the Buddha's test, as long as you survive it, then you are a true believer of the Buddha and can receive supreme protection.
'It's true that this group of bald gourds is indispensable everywhere. '
…
"Next person."
Monk Zhiyuan in cassock beckoned to the back, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Jiang Beiran, who was neatly dressed, but it was only a moment. After all, they are becoming more and more famous now, and many of them are sick Nobles will also come to them for help.
"Do you want to get rid of evil? One tael of silver, if you buy it for the whole family, I can charge you a little cheaper."
'Fucking profiteering...'
With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Beiran put his hands together and saluted the monk with a smile: "This master is a profound Buddhist. There are so many people suffering from diseases in the temple, but the master is safe and sound, which is admirable."
When the monk heard this, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiang Bei and said: "With the Buddha's golden light protecting the body, it will naturally be immune to all poisons."
'I protect you MLG...'
Of course Jiang Beiran knew why these monks didn't get sick, it was all because each of them carried a [Baicao Talisman].
Nowadays, both the people and cultivators of Sheng Kingdom have misunderstood the plague, and the point of this misunderstanding is that although it is difficult to cure the plague, it is very easy to prevent the plague.
Because you have to get the plague first, the tiny particles of miasma will come. In other words, the plague is still an ordinary plague, and it is very simple to use the methods of cultivators to get low.
This was also the first thing Jiang Beiran asked Yin Jianghong to do. He ordered all practitioners in Fengzhou to take protective measures when they went out.
And behind these monks there is obviously a master who also sees through this rule, so they want to take this opportunity to get a vote.
After all, it is already a "miracle" that these monks can not get sick among a group of patients, which is enough to attract more and more people to survive.
At this time, another monk next to him recited "Amitabha", and said: "Almsgiver, your sins are too deep. It seems that the ultimatum alone is not enough to extradite you. It seems that only by releasing all the sins in your body can you be extradited." There is a chance."
Seeing Jiang Beiran listening to the conversation next door on his own, the monk said: "Almsgiver, if you feel that your sins are serious and it is not easy to wash them off, why don't you buy a few more certificates of exorcism, thank you several times and ask the Buddha for forgiveness, if you Buy five directly, and I can charge you cheaper."
'Kind of doing business...'
After complaining in his heart, Jiang Beiran ticked his fingers quietly.
I saw a spirit flea sneaking into the monk's body without anyone noticing.
"Ouch!"
The next second, the monk yelled, grabbed his back and jumped up.
This sudden scene instantly caught everyone's attention.
The monk who was bitten by the spirit flea was instantly infected with the plague, and at the same time the miasma particles floating in the air were also attracted.
"vomit!"
Suddenly, the monk who was infected with the plague vomited, and the same dead air appeared on his face as the other monks.
"How...how could this be?"
The monk next to him who was about to use a knife to let the blood out was startled, because the instigator assured them that they would not be infected, and also proved that they dared to be so unscrupulous after many times. Now that his companion was infected, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. Pimples are up.
"Ah!!! ah!!!"
At this time, the monk who fell on the ground had already fallen into madness, his hands were constantly scratching his body, and he was writhing wildly like a maggot.
Seeing that the master was also infected with the plague, the refugees suddenly panicked, feeling that their faith had begun to collapse.
Instead of continuing to care about the mad monk, Jiang Bei ran to the monk holding the razor and said, "It seems that the master has sins too. Why don't you help him release his sins?"
"Who are you!? Why should I listen to you!?" the monk shouted.
Jiang Beiran didn't bother to explain to him, so he used his mental strength to suppress it.
All of a sudden, the monk felt a huge impact, which made him feel the pain.
"Go and bleed him, I won't say it a third time."
Hearing Jiang Beiran's completely unemotional words, the monk was terrified to the bone, and immediately scrambled to the side of the monk who was still twisting his body.
And the monk who was infected with the plague didn't go crazy completely. Seeing his companion walking towards him with a razor, he was so frightened that he jumped up and shouted: "Zhiming, you... what are you doing!?"
Zhiming held up the razor with both hands and said, "Zhiyuan, let me release your sins for you."
"Fart your mother! That's a lie to those fools! You really believe it!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding refugees suddenly burst into an uproar.
Zhiyuan realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained: "The poor monk is not talking about you, I'm talking about those stupid people who don't believe in Buddhism."
After Zhiyuan finished speaking, he felt a surge in his stomach and vomited again.
At this time, Jiang Beiran came over and looked at Zhiming and said, "Master, since he said he didn't lie to a fool, please hurry up and release his sins, otherwise I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on."
Although Zhiyuan wanted to scold Jiang Beiran's eighteenth generation ancestors, but his body was on the verge of collapse and he really didn't have the energy to speak.
"go."
Seeing that Zhiming was hesitant, Jiang Beiran put pressure on him again with his mental strength.
Zhiming, who was so frightened, had no choice but to raise the razor and slowly walk towards Zhiyuan.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Are you crazy! How can I do anything wrong!?"
But Zhiming, who had been mentally attacked twice, was also a little confused at the moment, he just wanted to get rid of this pain quickly, so he approached Zhiyuan and said: "Zhiyuan, you see that you suddenly became so ill, you must be plagued by karma , I'll help you out."
"Go away! Who wants you to help me, go away, go... ah!!!"
Zhiyuan didn't have the strength to escape now, he was directly stabbed in the stomach by Zhiming, and slashed to the side fiercely.
In an instant, the blood began to flow out unstoppably, and Zhi Yuan, who was screaming, felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and finally closed his eyes forever.
Just as Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the ghost-like voice behind him saying again.
"Go on, there's another one over there."
Zhiming turned his head tremblingly, only to see Zhikong also fell on the ground and twitched.
This time Zhiming finally understood that all of this was definitely caused by the young man in front of him!
It's just that Zhiming didn't have any anger in his heart, only boundless fear.
Since this young man can let Zhiyuan and Zhikong be passed on to the plague, naturally he can also be passed on.
So he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Please forgive me, we are also ordered by others, ordered by others!"
"You are clever." Seeing that Zhiming had already understood, Jiang Beiran knelt down and whispered in his ear, "If you want to survive, go and explain to the common people what you have done."
"Yes, I'm going, I'm going."