The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Liu Guoguo only thought it would be troublesome and couldn't think of anything interesting about it.

Li Guangzong reminded him: "Do some math, how many chess pieces do you have in your hands now?"

Liu Baogui really counted on his fingers.

“Well, our Lugang Town must be one of them.

There is also the Xuantian Sect in Hong Kong Island.

Well, although the Backwater Army is a bit useless, it can still be considered a force after all, at least better than the Taozi.

Then in South Korea, there is also a God of War team...

I, Cao, don’t know that I don’t know, but I am shocked when I calculate it. "

Liu Guogui and the others had always focused on how many troubles Zhao Chuanxin had caused and how many enemies he had provoked.

But I never thought that Zhao Chuanxin's friends and influence were spread all over the world.

Li Guangzong smiled: "You are just ignoring the obvious.

We invested in Tianjin Wei’s Zhang Zhankui and supported him in his rise to power, right?

There is also Yang Yide, the general manager of Tianjin Wei. This person has always known his husband as brothers. At critical moments, he even did not hesitate to act with his husband to deceive Yuan Datou.

In the land of western Liaoning, there is also Du Lizi, who can also win over many green forests and grasslands in Liaoning at critical moments.

Furthermore, my husband will go to the United States in the second half of the year.

Depending on my husband's temperament, it is estimated that there will be more twists and turns, and a second God of War team or a second rebel army will appear. That is entirely possible.

In addition, there is the most important point.

The Lugang Town Charity Association, on Hong Kong Island and in the South, is more generous than a boy who distributes money, and has bought countless reputations among the people.

The gentleman himself has also gained a great reputation in Liao Dynasty, and some people even have his memorial tablet as an offering and burn incense every day.

You said, if Mr. stood up and raised his arms at this time, I think it would not be difficult to respond to everything, right?

I feel that even if it is earth-shaking, it is not impossible. "

Li Guangzong was just describing the facts calmly.

But Liu Guoguo's face turned red and his neck became thick after what he said, and his breathing began to become heavy.

After a while, he slammed the table: "Oh my God! Have we developed to this point without knowing it? Then we might as well just..."

It must be said that before today, Liu Guogui would never have dared to make this idea.

But after Li Guangzong's analysis, his ambition seemed to be running wild and he couldn't hold it back.

"Haha..." Li Guangzong laughed heartily. "Don't even think about it. Until now, don't you understand your husband's temperament? Although he has done a lot of things, most of them were done unintentionally. He has no ambition in that area at all. But in the future One day, we can all use these powers."

Li Guangzong was involved in many of these things, and he had reason to be proud of them.

Liu Guigui's heaving chest took a while to calm down.

He took a deep breath: "Then we can't just watch like this. We have to do something. We can't let the salary passer work outside."

"Who said we won't work anymore? The bank in Lugang Town needs to be built, the land in Lugang Town needs to be counted, and your shops need to collect taxes formally. We need to build roads, build factories, and there is another very important thing For the mission, foreign aircraft have been developed. We must prepare in advance and build an airport. In the future, Lugang Town will definitely have aircraft for combat..."

Li Guangzong explained everything in detail.

Liu Guogui's ambition immediately disappeared and he was a little dumbfounded: "Do we actually have so many things waiting to be done?"

All these plans were implemented, and he and Li Guangzong were busy hitting the back of the head.

…

Zhao Chuanxin used a hammer in the east and a stick in the west and did many things.

But he himself has no concept, and he doesn't think about whether these things exist or not. What he focuses on is abstraction.

It's abstract like the rain at this time. The raindrops are so delicate that they are indistinguishable from the fog in Jemulpo.

The fog is thick,

Walking through it, your clothes will get wet in a short time.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted the hem of his clothes and squeezed out two ounces of water.

He couldn't help but curse: "This mist is so damn unyielding. This is a disease and must be treated."

Li Xiuji felt that these words sounded like he was beating himself up.

He coughed: "Mr. Zhao, where are we going?"

"Where to go?" Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, looking at the fog and said: "It's such a nice foggy and rainy day, it would be a pity not to kill people and set fires. Why is there no thunder and lightning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky flickered, followed by a "boom".

God, it was like the prostate was unclogged, and the rain suddenly poured down.

Park Seung-yeol couldn't help but exclaimed: "Axi, it's raining hard. Will the little devils still chase us in such a heavy rain?"

But Zhao Chuanxin was staring at the sky.

The heavy rain quickly suppressed the fog visible to the naked eye.

He wiped his face and said, "You guys wait here for a while. I'll go to the roof to discuss something with the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin's Thor's Hammer bracelet has very little energy left.

I have long wanted to recharge my batteries, but God would not give me face.

He activated his blue ghost armor and climbed onto the roof. He raised his right hand and waited for the thunder to fall.

The dancing silver snake pierced the sky and tore apart the dark twilight.

Lee Soo-gil, Park Seung-yeol, and others are all mouths hanging open.

Six or seven miles away, Yusaku Uehara and a group of Japanese soldiers also looked up at the vision in the sky.

But I saw a bolt of lightning winding down and hitting somewhere on the ground, but there was no flicker of fire, indicating that the lightning did not cause a fire risk.

However, Yusaku Uehara didn’t know what was wrong with his eyesight, but when the thunder accompanied by lightning rumbled by,

He asked the adjutant: "Did you notice just now that there seemed to be a faint figure where the lightning fell?"

The adjutant shook his head: "Well, I didn't see it. The lightning was far away from us. Even if it hit someone, it should be invisible."

As soon as he finished speaking, another bolt of lightning fell, and the adjutant opened his mouth slightly.

It seemed, perhaps, that he also saw the outline of a slightly enlarged figure in the electric light.

But how is this possible?

He was unsure: "It seems like two lightning bolts fell on the same place."

Yusaku Uehara took off his hat, and the rainwater slid down the bald spot, and then hung on the short, stiff hair on both sides to form water droplets.

He twisted his hat and said: "In this weather, even the most diligent farmer is unwilling to go out to farm. If there is someone, who would it be?"

A glint flashed in his eyes.

This neurotic reaction made the adjutant feel that Uehara was making a fuss out of a molehill.

The adjutant said: "That's Guluji Ridge over there. It's a circle to get there from Kaihua Island."

The implication is that Yusaku Uehara is overthinking it.

However, Yusaku Uehara is usually a very stubborn person except for obeying Hasegawa's advice.

In the deep sky, although lightning still appeared from time to time, it never fell again.

Uehara Yusaku pointed there stubbornly and said: "Send an infantry squadron and an artillery squadron to check there. If nothing happens, come back and assemble with the main force."

The adjutant still understands sending infantry.

But dispatching artillery with extremely poor maneuverability in a big war will delay it for a long time.

Even though it was only a few miles away, the roads were muddy on rainy days and when the horses couldn't move, people had to go into battle to push the cannon carts.

In this kind of weather, waiting for people to arrive is exhausting.

Yusaku Uehara did not explain, but urged: "Go quickly."

"Hai."

The terrain of Guluji Ridge is rugged, but not steep.

In the woods on both sides of the Yanluo Trail, even though it rains, the chirping of birds is still heard, making it even more profound.

The scene where Zhao Chuanxin had just absorbed the thunder made Lee Soo-gil, Park Seung-yeol and others unable to calm down for a long time.

"Why don't you say anything? It's rainy like this. It's okay for us to talk. The Japanese army can't hear us."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the atmosphere was too solemn and he didn't like it.

Li Xiuji was the first to speak: "Mr. Zhao, was that the legendary thunder disaster just now?"

"What kind of thunder catastrophe? How could the Thunder God and the Lightning Lady have the ability to bring disaster to me? Have you given me face?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin was trudging in the mud and suddenly pointed ahead: "Look, there is a temple over there. There are many monks in Korea. Wherever there are mountains, there are temples."

Park Seung-yeol said: "That's the Lotus Temple. We can go to take shelter from the rain. Even the Japanese army can't stand this kind of weather."

After saying this, everyone felt a little chilly, and their cold-resistant lips turned white from the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin had nothing to do and walked towards the temple first.

The temple door was closed, and Park Seung-yeol knocked on the door.

A young novice wearing a white monk's robe opened the door, popped up his small head, and was startled when he saw a group of men with guns outside, and instinctively wanted to close the door.

Park Seung-yeol pressed his hand on the door: "We are not bad people."

After saying this, even he was a little stunned, because he remembered another sentence Zhao Chuanxin said.

The little novice monk obviously had the same idea and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled and pulled impatiently, stepped forward and pushed hard, causing the young novice to stagger due to the strong push.

Zhao Chuanxin said carelessly: "Shenglie, you are quite a big man, how come you are so weak."

Take the first step and enter the temple.

The courtyard inside the temple is clean and has the desolation of the lean season.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the young novice monk's neck: "Let's go, let's go, what are you doing standing still? Aren't you afraid of getting wet by the rain?"

The little novice monk struggled hard, but involuntarily, he was pinched and walked towards the Qinglong Hall.

Entering the Qinglong Hall, Zhao Chuanxin saw a group of magnificent reliefs. The relief is 3 meters high and 7 meters wide, and should be made of pine wood. In the center of the statue is an unknown monk, holding a rosary, lowering his head and reciting, with a peaceful face.

On both sides, tall green dragons entangled and mingled, circling around the great monk.

The craftsmen who made this relief were very skilled. Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take a second look.

He said to Li Xiuji who followed the main hall: "This thing looks really good. It would be great if it could be moved."

Li Xiuji was startled: "Mr. Zhao, you must not do it. This is the sacred statue of Shuangyong Matsushita. It has been passed down for a long time. It was carved by the sculptor Jin Guitai during the Ming Dynasty. It is very famous in Korea."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes became brighter and he pointed to a bronze statue of Maitreya in the hall: "That's not bad, it's smaller and easier to move."

The little novice monk's heart skipped a beat: It's over, it's over, luring the wolf into the house, will the temple be emptied?

When others come, they only know how to bow and worship, but how can a person like this, who doesn't even pay attention to the Buddha, live a good life?

Park Seung-yeol also stepped forward to persuade: "Mr. Zhao, there are devotees and devotees in this temple every day, and the incense is constantly burning. If... I'm afraid it will offend many people."

They were really a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

It's not that he's super smart, it's that his brain circuit is different from ordinary people's.

The key is that his personal strength is so powerful that no one can defeat him.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "You are joking with this little monk."

Unable to help but glance at the Panasonic Hidden Holy Statue of Shuangyong again, Zhao Chuanxin secretly thought it was a pity.

At this time, someone yelled: "Lantian, who is making such a noise here? Don't you know this is a Buddhist holy land?"

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the monk behind the palace, he saw a pot-bellied monk with a fleshy face and raised eyebrows. He did not look like a good person.

Monk Dae Evil's ferocious face froze slightly when he saw a group of gun-wielding men standing silently in the hall, looking at him eagerly.

The little novice monk from Lantian shouted to the evil monk from a distance: "Senior brother, these people...these donors came in by force, it's none of my business."

The evil monk was no longer evil. He opened the golden rope and tore off the jade locks with kind eyes. "The poor monk is a disciple of Zen Master Fazheng, the third ancestor of the Ming Dynasty. His name is Xinzhi. I wonder who you are?"

Zhao Chuanxin let go of the novice and came to the somewhat nervous Xinzhi.

Xinzhi is tall and round, but a head shorter than Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Really? Your master's name is very long and unique. In fact, I also have a Buddhist name."

In fact, when he traveled to Guangzhou, he heard about Zen Master Fa Zheng, the third ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, because Fa Zheng went to Guangzhou to study Buddhism.

He has also heard the name of Lan Tian. Lan Tian will be the future Zen Master Lan Tian. In the future, Lotus Temple will hold a Lan Tian Birthday Festival.

Xinzhi became more nervous after hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said. He felt that Zhao Chuanxin was ready to declare his family status because he had heard about his master's reputation.

There was a habitual look of pride on his face.

"I don't know what the name is, but please tell me."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin's tone changed: "My Dharma name is a bit long, please listen carefully. The full name is - World Honored Ksitigarbha Prajna. All Buddhas can catch demons and crazy demons. This is the strongest Dharma Sea on the surface of the earth. I have a few descendants. I wonder if your master has the famous stunt of subduing demons?"

Xinzhi was immediately confused.

He didn't remember.

He could only stammer: "This, this, Senior Brother Fahai, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin's expression suddenly changed: "What is it, Brother Fahai? According to your seniority, you should be called the Strongest Fahai Ancestor, the Strongest Fahai Master."

"this……"

I can't scream.

"What are these and that? Have you seen the people here? They are all your master's dozens of King Kong Dharma protectors. Why don't you hurry up and prepare a fast meal? If you don't eat and drink enough, how can you have the strength to help you eliminate demons and defend your way?"

Xinzhi saw that the hall was crowded with people, and his face was troubled: "The restaurant is really small and can't cook for so many people."

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped Xinzhi on the forehead: "How dare you fucking talk back? Just do it if I teach you to do it. If you can't do it alone, I'll ask all of you to get up and do it together. Here. If you don’t have half an hour to do it, I’ll hit you with a mighty dragon, which will turn you into ashes.”

As he spoke, the gun was put against Xinzhi's head.

Lantian was still clever and stepped forward to rescue him: "Whatever you can do, please put away your magical powers."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun: "Not bad, Lan Tian, ​​right? I think you will become a grandmaster in the future."

Zen Master Lantian later published prose and poetry and became famous ever since.

So Zhao Chuanxin didn't expect it wrong.

Lan Tian clasped his hands together: "Thank you so much for your kind words. It will be enough for Lan Tian to gain some Buddhist understanding in this life."

"A little is not enough. If you worship me as your teacher, I will let you realize the ultimate power of the mighty heavenly dragon. With a word of Prajna, I will ensure that you kill all the evildoers in the world."

"Amitabha, young monk dare not talk nonsense about killing."

"It's nothing. If you don't kill, you're going to get the wrong way. My senior brother, the Great Sun Tathagata, will kill even if he encounters bandits like the Japanese. Not killing is not enough to become a Buddha."

"..."

The two hurried to the back hall.

Xinzhi's face was full of anger: "Damn it, half a year ago, Commander Ito Hirobumi came to the Lotus Temple to worship, why didn't he have to lower his eyebrows and bow his head? This man is so rude and has no respect for the Buddha. How dare he call himself a brother and brother without fear? Damned by God! By the way, there was an American who couldn't walk in the temple today because of the rain. What was his name?"

Lantian reminded: "William Carroll Will is the American Ambassador to South Korea."

"Yes, that's him. I'm going to find him. These people must be afraid of American devils."

In Xinzhi's mind, even the Japanese, who were flourishing in Korea, were afraid of Americans. At certain times, Koreans will wag their tails like pugs when they see Americans.

So, whoever these people are, the Yankees can definitely hold them down.

In the Qinglong Hall, Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat and squeezed out the water.

He said: "Go and get some dry firewood, and let's warm up in the Qinglong Hall."

Park Seung-yeol and Lee Soo-gil said at the same time: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them strangely: "Why are you excited?"

The positions are just different.

Anyway, it's not your own thing, you can make it at will. This is Zhao Chuanxin's position.

Li Jianxiu and Park Seung-yeol are exactly the opposite.

Seeing that they didn't agree, Zhao Chuanxin took out a copper stove and charcoal that he had found during his previous sweep, and threw the charcoal in to ignite it.

He happily sat on the ground and warmed himself by the fire, very happy.

Park Seung-yeol and Lee Soo-gil were also a little cold, and wanted to come forward, but just now they didn't agree to light a fire.

If they had known earlier that it was just burning charcoal in a copper furnace, why would they object?

At this time, I couldn't help but look down.

Others did not have this awareness. Several strong members of the God of War team crowded over and gathered around the copper stove to bake clothes together.

"Mr. Zhao, you told the monk about the mighty dragon before. Can you tell me what magical power it is?"

"Well..." Zhao Chuanxin gave up: "Tell me, what kind of evildoers are there in Korea now?"

When it comes to this, Korean people all cherish it. "Five thieves of Yisi" came right out of the mouth.

The first person to bear the brunt is naturally: "Li Wanyong!"

Hearing that they first thought of Li Wanyong, Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his dried hands: "Yes, Li Wanyong is a monster. When I find him, you will see how I can destroy this beast with one move of the powerful Tianlong!" "

"Mr. Zhao, are we going to kill Li Wanyong?"

Everyone around became excited.

As long as he is not a Korean traitor, almost every Korean will gnash their teeth at Li Wanyong.

"Yes, I promised my best friend Li Xi that I would kill Li Wanyong. It's time to fulfill my promise."

This time, that time.

The reason why he was left untouched before was because if Korea wanted to cause chaos, he was indispensable.

He was moved now because Zhao Chuanxin needed to use him to arouse the blood of these members of the God of War team.

While the discussion was in full swing, an American man in a suit and tie, wearing a top hat and holding a civilized stick in his hand walked into the hall.

"Who are you? How dare you make trouble in Lotus Temple!"

There was a pause in the discussion...