Zhu Nao

After the storyteller finished his book, it was already dark, and the soldiers went back to the camp to rest.The officers of the two armies once again gathered in the general's tent.

"I would like to trouble everyone tomorrow to ask the opinions of the soldiers of each battalion to see how the script needs to be improved so that it can better impress the local people." Zhu Nao said.If you want to impress the people in the north, you'd better do it according to the taste of the people in the north.Adding some northern slang or customs and legends to the storybook will definitely convince the common people more.

"Yes, Lord Zhu." All the generals took orders one after another.

Someone was half flattering, half sincerely admiring: "It's really admirable that Mr. Zhu can come up with such a good idea!"

"Yes. We have spent a lot of effort trying to educate the people, but it has been difficult to achieve results. But if we combine this story into dramas and story books, the common people will love to listen to it and will spread it for us spontaneously. This is a great idea. !"

"Those who believe in evil cults are all ignorant people. If you try to reason with them, they won't listen to them. But if you use words and dramas, you will be able to speak into their hearts. Zhufu Yin has this method, and we can eradicate the cults just around the corner. !"

To the compliments from everyone, Zhu Nao just smiled slightly and said, "Take your time."

Can these methods completely dismantle the cult?That is impossible.Xuantian Sect now has hundreds of thousands of believers. When ordinary people hear about this scale, they will be very surprised: there are so many ignorant people in this world?Are there people who are willing to accept all those teachings that are obviously nonsense when you hear them?

In fact, there are many ignorant people, but not all cultists join cults because of their ignorance.Among the hundreds of thousands of people, perhaps only half, or less than half, joined the cult because they believed in the teachings ignorantly.Not so for the rest.

The reason why a cult is a cult is that apart from its nonsense teachings, it also disregards legal principles and human relations, is extremely vicious and insane.In order to collect money and seize power, cults encourage believers to kill ordinary people who do not believe in religion, and seize other people's property.Therefore, the remaining believers can be divided into two categories: first, villains who are determined to break the law and rob other people's property, and use the banner of the cult to act recklessly; To preserve himself in troubled times, he joined a cult against his conscience, and even helped a tiger.There are also people who have both.

As for those "sacrificing wine" and "opening banquets" of the cult, they only hold high the banner of the cult to do evil for their personal power and wealth.For these people, the possibility of truly believing in the teachings is very small, and at most they are only half-believing.

Since less than half of the people are ignorant, are these scripts still useful?

Of course there are.For whatever purpose these men came together, they now appear united and powerful.And these dramas arranged by Zhu Nao could have shaken those ignorant people, and also shaken the foundation of the cult.Junao's real purpose is to create a split within the cult.

As long as the huge cult becomes fragmented, some people will no longer be their enemies, and some people can even be won over by them. As long as they concentrate on dealing with the remaining small group of people, they can completely eradicate the cult.This is much easier than killing them all.

After giving the orders to the generals, it was getting late.After seeing the ceremony, everyone went back to rest one after another.

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a few days later.

Lv Jiu walked on the avenue all morning carrying a load, already thirsty enough to smoke from his throat.He knew that there was a tea shop not far ahead, so he gritted his teeth, quickened his pace and continued walking forward.

Soon, the tea shop was already in his sight.But before he got close, Lu Jiu was stunned—that small tea shop was actually full of people?

You must know that teahouses are just places for passing business travelers and porters to rest temporarily and drink a bowl of tea. People will not stay in them for a long time, so teahouses are generally not large, and can accommodate at most a dozen people sitting together.But right now, there could be dozens of people at least in that tea shop, and most of them had no place to sit, and either sat cross-legged on the ground, or simply stood, and people even surrounded the outside of the tea shop.

Lu Jiu didn't know what happened there.Ordinarily speaking, in the current situation, it's better not to join in the excitement casually, if you get into any trouble, you will suffer.But he was really thirsty, so he went on bravely.

As soon as I approached, I only heard an impassioned voice coming from inside.

"I saw that Master Jinjiangzi came out of the Purple Mansion and rode on a multicolored auspicious cloud..."

Lu Jiu was taken aback for a moment.Here, someone is actually a storyteller in this teahouse? !

We must know that when the current situation was not so bad in the past, as long as Lu Jiu was free and had spare money, he would always like to run to teahouses and listen to people's stories for a whole day.But since the situation became more and more chaotic, most of the teahouses in the city were closed, and the storytellers also disappeared.He hadn't heard of books for a long time, and he never expected that in this tea shop, he could still hear books that he had never heard of before!

He felt strange in his heart: teahouses are different from teahouses, they are not places where people can stay for a long time, why did the storyteller come here to perform?After thinking about it, it might be that the storyteller has nowhere to go. After all, he has to make a living in this troubled world, so he can only go to the doctor in a hurry.

In short, Lu Jiu's interest came, and he was not in a hurry today, so he set aside his burden and sat down to listen.

Stories that have never been heard before are fresh, and the level of this storyteller is really good, from beginning to end, one burden after another, whets people's appetite.

Just as Lu Jiu was gnashing his teeth with hatred for the weasel spirit, Mr. Storyteller suddenly slapped the gavel——

"The pseudonym of the Weasel Spirit in the world is Henry Zhang! The sect he founded is the notorious Xuantian Sect!!"

The hands of the audience were already raised and ready to shoot, but after hearing the last paragraph clearly, people seemed to have been immobilized suddenly, with their hands hanging in the air, their mouths opened wide, and their faces full of horror.

Lu Jiu felt a "buzz" in his head, it exploded!

After talking about the Weasel Spirit for so long, are you actually talking about Xuantian Sect? !This, this, which daring person wrote this story?Does Mr. Storyteller want to live? !

However, in the tea shop, several listeners seemed to have not realized what happened, and they clapped their hands appreciatively: "Okay! Well said! One more paragraph!"

Their cheers woke up the other guests, and everyone dispersed as if seeing a plague god, grabbed their own things and ran away, and some guests didn't even pay for tea.

Lu Jiu's first reaction was to pick up the burden and flee from the wrong place as soon as possible.But before he left, he looked back.As the crowd had dispersed, he finally saw that Mr. Storyteller was a very young man.

Lu Jiu hesitated for a moment, but in the end, compassion and intolerance prevailed.He put down his burden, gestured and mouthed repeatedly to the storyteller: "Stop talking, get out of here quickly!"

You must know that there are a lot of followers of Xuantian Sect nearby, and there are many lunatics among them, and their methods are very cruel.Who dares to say a bad word about Henry Zhang and Xuan Tianjiao, they will kill people immediately.As long as the storyteller's words reach the ears of believers, he might not leave a whole body behind after he dies!

Lu Jiu is almost at the age of knowing the destiny this year. He has experienced many things, so of course he will not believe the nonsense taught by Xuantian.But even so, when he meets believers on weekdays, he has to respectfully say a few words such as "Master Zhang Wan'an" and "Xuantian Yongchang". There is no one else but to protect himself.In this situation, where did the storyteller find the courage to say such a thing? !

It's a pity that Lu Jiu's kind storyteller didn't understand.He smiled at Lu Jiu, cupped his hands, and sat down on the chair, as if he was going to drink some water to moisten his throat before talking about the next scene.

Lu Jiu was sweating from anxiety, but there were other people in the teahouse. He didn't know if there were Xuantian Sect's eyes and ears, so he went up to remind him clearly because he didn't know.After he made a bunch of hand gestures but were ignored, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and prepared to leave first.

Just at this time, suddenly a group of people wielding knives, guns and sticks rushed towards the teahouse fiercely!

When Lu Jiu saw the battle, she was so frightened that her legs went limp.He knew that the storyteller had probably talked about it several times before that, and the Xuantian disciples had also received the news.He didn't even dare to ask for his own shoulder pole now, for fear that the innocent would be implicated, he turned around and ran away!

He ran for dozens of steps, only to hear the sounds of fighting and a series of screams coming from behind him, he thought to himself: what happened, that desperate storyteller took the whole teahouse away. The guests are all dragged down!

After running a few more steps, it seemed that no one was chasing after him, and the movement of the fighting was much quieter, so he plucked up the courage to look back.Seeing this, he was shocked again!

Things were completely different from what he had imagined. It wasn't the followers of Xuantian Sect who were massacring the guests of the tea shop unilaterally, but the guests and the believers were fighting.And those guests didn't know their origins, but they were extremely agile, and their weapons were all high-quality sabers, and they beat the believers to pieces with just a few hits.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the believers turned around and were about to run away. The guests rushed up and beat them, and all the menacing believers were subdued in a blink of an eye!

Lu Jiu was dumbfounded.Only then did he realize that these applauding guests were not real guests, they were with the storyteller!

After subduing all the believers, one of the guests noticed Lu Jiu who hadn't gone far, and walked towards him.

Lu Jiu hesitated for a moment, originally he didn't want to get involved in right and wrong, but after all, his burden was still in the teahouse, and these customers didn't look like bad people, so he hesitated, so he just stood there and didn't move.

The guest walked up to him and said in a friendly manner: "Old man, thank you for your reminder." Obviously, he noticed Lu Jiu's action of letting the storyteller take refuge.

Lu Jiu smiled awkwardly, and asked cautiously, "You... are soldiers?" Only well-trained soldiers have such good skills and such good weapons.He also heard that Xie Wuji's army was stationed in Fu County to fight against the cult, but he didn't dare to inquire too much for fear of getting himself into trouble.

The guest smiled, noncommittal, as acquiescence.He said to Lu Jiu: "Old man, if you like the story just now, you can tell others about it later."

Lu Jiu was so frightened that his face lost all color, and he waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare!"

The soldier knew his concerns, so he didn't force it, and asked him again: "The old man, do you know where the most passers-by are in this generation? Where is the favorite place for ordinary people to gather?"

Lu Jiu immediately guessed that they planned to arrange for the storyteller to go to those crowded places to tell stories so that more people could hear them.He looked in the direction of the tea shop worriedly—not all of the believers were killed, and many of them were still alive.He was afraid of being remembered by those people and being retaliated against in the future.

The soldier patted him on the shoulder and said, "We'll take the survivors back for interrogation, and we won't release them alive."

Lu Jiu's mind was finally settled.He licked his lips, thought for a while, and told the soldier all the places he knew where the common people often gathered.

The soldier said: "Thank you." Then he took out some broken silver from his sleeve and gave it to Lu Jiu as a thank you.

Lu Jiu hadn't seen so much money for a long time, his eyes straightened immediately, but he still shook his head and said, "No, no need!"

The soldier said: "Take it. Go back and let the family have a full meal."

Lu Jiu hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help but accept it.He ran back to pick up the burden, and when he passed by the soldiers again, he hesitated for a while, then put down the burden and bowed deeply to the soldiers, earnestly said: "Brothers, you must succeed!"

The soldier smiled at him: "Don't worry, old man, leave it to us."

Lu Jiu picked up the burden again and left quickly.