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In the dry desert in the northwest, there is an oasis full of life...Muwan Country.

At this moment in Guzang, the capital city of Muwan, the common people gave up their nap time and ran to the lectern one after another to accept the baptism of Fan Moya, the "Son of the Black Lotus" from Beihan.

People fell to their knees piously on the ground, a dense mass of people. Among the more than 1000 believers, there were nobles, commoners, slaves, and people of all classes.

At this moment, they were all extremely devout, listening to the congratulatory speech of the Holy Son mesmerized. In Han Qing's words, they were brainwashed by the cult.

On the lectern, in the huge black lotus pouf, sat a man with the most holy treasure, singing ancient hymns along with the sound of wooden fish.

A baptism had just ended, and when the curtain came to an end, a group of menacing people suddenly appeared in the arena.

Everyone stopped when they wanted to leave the ground, and all stared at the people in the bamboo sedan chair.

The leader, with red lips and white teeth, sat in a sedan chair carried by eight people, wearing a water-green toga with large sleeves, and waving a landscape folding fan gracefully.

"My lord, Yan Zijin, I heard that the shaman from Beihan has great supernatural powers to compete with the Bodhisattva, so I came here specially to see and see." Yan Zijin got off the sedan chair with the help of his subordinates, closed the folding fan, tapped the palm of his hand, and said with a smile .

"Master Yan is ridiculous, Mo Ya is just an ordinary person, I dare not be that."

Looking at Yan Zijin's posture, Fan Moya knew that he might come to make trouble today, but he didn't panic in the slightest, he clasped his hands peacefully and greeted Yan Zijin with a greeting.

"Hehe, Lord Wuxiang, don't belittle yourself. Zijin has been staying in Guzang for the past few days. Seeing that you are loved and loved by the people here, I can't help becoming interested in the Black Lotus Sect. I have a few questions that I would like to ask our Lord Fanwu to clarify. .”

Yan Zijin frowned, put the folding fan between her brows, and asked pretending to be very puzzled.

"Mo Ya will try his best to answer for Lord Yan, but it's okay to say." Fan Moya secretly became vigilant, his handsome face was still very peaceful.

"Okay, then I'll be polite, first question, what is God?" Yan Zijin stared at Fan Moya and asked with an unfriendly smile.

Those who were about to leave sat down one after another and listened to the conversation between the two.

"God is transcended from the mortal body, possesses the supreme magic power and wisdom, guides the lost people in the world, frees them from the pain of life, old age, sickness, death, and separation, and becomes a heavenly man who leads to the supreme lotus path."

Fan Moya answered easily, Yan Zijin nodded, and continued to ask: "The second question, then I want to ask the shaman, what is the supreme lotus way?"

"The way of the lotus is the way for the world to cultivate itself according to the gods and escape from the sea of ​​suffering. When you achieve perfection in cultivation, you will transcend yourself and lead to the Nine Heavens Lotus Realm. In the Lotus Realm, there will be no diseases, pains and disasters. There will only be happiness and peace. People will no longer suffer from the suffering of reincarnation."

This question is very simple, and it is not a problem for Fan Moya at all.

"The third question, I want to know how the witch can represent God's will and speak for God? Why don't you ask him to come out and speak in person?"

Yan Zijin opened the folding fan with a "wow", stared at Fan Moya on the stage and questioned, the question immediately became ambiguous.

The people present immediately became uneasy, stood up and accused Yan Zijin of being disrespectful.However, I also want to know what God is like.

Fan Moya still sits firmly on the mountain, Yan Zijin is not the first person who questioned him as the messenger of the gods, and definitely not the best one.

"God is hidden in everyone's heart. Everyone is a sleeping god, and Mo Ya is the messenger who teaches the lotus way to all living beings and awakens them to become gods." nod.

Fan Moya continued: "Mo Ya was born with silver pupils, which is one of the signs of a divine envoy. Since I was a child, the gods have dreamed of me as a holy son, and my sanity has been enlightened early. Teach Mo Ya the way to the way of lotus, and let me turn Teach the world this method." Fan Moya said unhurriedly.

"Oh? Then you mean that God made you his son in a dream. Then I was born with a lotus tongue, and I can speak as soon as I hit the ground? I dreamed of God last night and said that I would succeed you as his successor." What about people? Then Master Fan Wu, should you step down now?"

Yan Zijin seized the weakness in his words and attacked.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a sensation in the audience, and there were many discussions.

It is rumored from the Six Kingdoms that Yan Zijin's tongue looks like a lotus flower when it sticks out, and she can speak as soon as it hits the ground.

Fan Moya's silver pupils became sharp immediately, and there was a faint trace of hostility between his brows.

"Master Yan is joking!" Fan Moya stood up with a handsome figure, like a hill, with incomparable coercion, staring at Yan Zijin's smug face, and asked holding back his anger.

"Hehe, Yan is indeed joking, my tongue is born in the shape of a lotus flower, and I was born able to speak when I landed. It's not due to any god, but to my parents.

However, how do you know that Lord Shaman's silver pupils and Zaohui are due to gods, not parents? "

Yan Zijin's words became more and more sharp, and the words secretly accused Fan Moya of using the name of God to make money and deceive.

Following his words, the people present showed a hint of doubt in their pious eyes.

"You...how can you allow a lunatic to blaspheme the name of God? Tonight you will be punished by God. Tomorrow you will be paralyzed on the bed unable to move or speak. Unless you are forgiven by God, you will not Life is in danger."

Fan Moya pointed at Yan Zijin's smug face, swung his sleeves and said threateningly with an ugly expression.

Yan Zijin didn't take it seriously, looked at his figure leaving angrily, and raised his voice to the believers on the field: "Tomorrow, if I can still stand and talk properly, it means that this holy son from Beihan is a fake!" Yes, don’t believe in this cult either.”

Yan Zijin then got into the bamboo sedan chair and went back with a smile, leaving behind the believers who were still doubtful.

"Tonight, strengthen the security inside and outside the house. Fan Moya will definitely come to sneak attack. I will ruin his reputation tomorrow." Yan Zijin ordered solemnly on the sedan chair, and the guard underneath said.

"Yes, Lord Yan." Everyone responded in unison.

snort!He wanted to see what Fan Moya could do to make him speechless.

At night, outside Yan Zijin's wing, front, back, left, right, and on the roof, there are still energetic guards watching closely, like a fine net, waiting for prey to throw themselves into the net at any time.

The night has been very calm, Yan Zijin's brightly lit house, the windows and doors are all locked, not a single fly can fly in.

Yan Zi reserved his brush, leaned over to paint a bluegrass leisurely, and his maid, Lu Ming, was grinding ink for him.

It was five o'clock at night, and when it was about to go all night, after a thunderstorm, a violent storm came.

Green tea glanced at the hourglass that was almost at the end, licked the hot tea for Yan Zijin, and said with a proud smile: "Dawn is coming soon, it seems that the people in Beihan are terrified when they see our layers of guards. Dare to come."

As soon as the words were finished, the closed windows in the house were suddenly blown open by a gust of cold wind, and the rice paper on the table was blown away.

Yan Zijin covered the strong wind with his sleeves, glanced at Lu Ming who was about to chase after the painting, and commanded: "Close the window."

Green Tea hurriedly turned around and ran towards the window, seeing a red phantom in her eyes, rushed in quickly, looked back, but everything was as usual, thinking that she closed the window in daze and confusion.

When she closed the window and the sea was calm, she turned her head and heard Master Yan, who was still painting leisurely just now, yelled in pain, fell to the ground with a "plop" clutching his wrists, and hurriedly called out to the guards outside the door.

The guards outside the room rushed in one after another, surrounded him, Yan Zijin said: "Red Snake." Then he lost his voice and became stiff and unable to move.

When everyone surrounded Yan Zijin, looking at the two hideous blood holes on his wrist in a panic, a red phantom jumped out of the room while people were not paying attention, and fled.

Everyone didn't expect that the numerous guards would be defeated by a sneak attack by an evil animal.

The imperial doctor Muwan put away his fingers on his white wrist, looked at the patient's eyelids solemnly, and glanced at Yan Zijin, whose lips were blue and black, unable to speak, and paralyzed.

The imperial doctor shook his head and said: "This snake venom, I can't detoxify. If I don't detoxify in time, I will die from the poisonous gas in three days. Master Yan should find the Holy Son of Heilian to appease his anger."

Yan Zijin's complexion became more and more ashamed, and it was written on his face that he would rather die than go, he wanted an antidote.

The new emperor Muwan next to him, Bailiyu, heard the imperial doctor's words and sighed and said, "Prime Minister Yan, it seems that what you said yesterday really angered the God of Black Lotus, and he turned into a red snake to punish you.

It seems that the Holy Son of Heilian taught that God's will, and that Mu Wanruo's participation in the war would offend God is true. "

Yan Zijin looked at this evil emperor who was obsessed with cults, and shed a drop of tears in hatred, knowing that his trip to Muwan would end in failure.

He also finally knew that a foolish person cannot be awakened.

"Prime Minister Yan, Muwan and Muyun are on good terms. I can't see you die here. I will plead with the Son of Heilian and let God let you live." Bailiyu looked at Yan Zijin, desperate Look, couldn't bear to say.

Three days later, the news that Yan Zijin, the prime minister of Muyun, was punished by the god who turned into a red snake for offending the gods of the Black Lotus Sect with his words spread all over the six countries.

When Yan Zijin took the antidote and returned to Muyun disheartened, Fan Moya took advantage of this incident to expand the scope of people who believed in the Black Lotus Sect, respecting him as the Holy Son, and countless people who wanted to lead the Way of the Lotus.

Beihanmo, who was far away in Beihan, heard the good news first, and couldn't help being overjoyed. He had already arranged a banquet to clean up the dust for the shaman.

When Han Qing woke up on Yehehua's bed rubbing her hangover head, hearing them discussing this matter, she was secretly annoyed that Fan Moya had stolen her head first.

Last night, Yu Wenzheng told him that his father had agreed to form an alliance with Beihan.That's why he went to Li Junye, thinking of showing off in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the two had a pleasant conversation, and they couldn't bear to bring out the news to spoil the atmosphere.

"Let's go."

Han Qing withdrew his gaze from the carriage on Li Junye's body, looked at his face that was more alienated and indifferent than before, sighed slightly in his heart, and said goodbye to his friend Ye Hehua beside him.

See you again someday, they are enemies again, they played together last night, like flowers in the mirror, but there is no trace.

"These 25 soldiers and horses, I hope the son-in-law will treat them kindly." Ye Luzheng squeezed Han Qing's hand tightly and said intimately.

Han Qing twitched her hand in disgust, and said with a fake smile, "Naturally, naturally."

Han Qing was just about to run away, but Ye Lvzheng hugged him tightly, making their chests close to each other. Taking advantage of other people's blind spots, his seductive hands reached into Han Qing's outer slits, sticking cloth to each other. joyous.

Han Qing didn't expect him to dare to be so obscene in public. He took a step back secretly, separated the distance between the two, held back his itchy fists, and forced a fake smile: "Third Prince, it's getting late!" , we should set off."

Ye Lvzheng pressed Han Qing's shoulders, not letting him leave, lowered his body, and pushed Han Qing roguely, the corners of his lips brushed Han Qing's ears ambiguously, his fingers squeezed into Han Qing's buttocks under the skirt, and said reminiscently: " Prince Consort, come again next time."

Gu Jin wanted to send [-] troops to help Han Qing in the battle, but this morning he heard about the failure of the alliance between Muwan and Muyun, so he added another [-] troops.

Han Qing was not willing, and used a beauty trick against Yeluzheng, increasing the number of soldiers to 25.

Of the 17 extra soldiers and horses, [-] were sent by Yeluzheng to coax his future father-in-law into Cheng Jin, and the other [-] were his personal soldiers and horses.

Han Qing crushed her anger, swallowed her shame, glared viciously at Ye Hehua who didn't know why, and stepped into the carriage in disorder.

Sooner or later, he would chop up the hands of Yeluzheng, the pervert, and feed them to the dogs.