"What you said is as if I want to push the credit out and deliberately let those troublemakers go away. Then according to the original schedule, I will go back to make up for my sleep."

Manchu general Su Hetai muttered and walked towards his tent with impatient expression.

Next to his tent, there was a large tent with gold-edged patterns.

Sometimes, sometimes, prayer sounds came from it. Su Hetai did not go back to his tent directly, but stood respectfully in front of the tent, waiting for the end of the prayer.

On the other hand, Shang Biao also encountered some trouble.

Yuantong, who had disappeared for a few days, will come back unknown when he can't hide it from him.

"Amitabha, what does Brother Tao want to do? If it is just for missionary preaching, why do you want to anger the government army and attract encirclement?"

The shiny forehead reflected a fire, and his brows frowned and his eyes were looking at Shang Biao sitting cross-brow by the bonfire.

"Do you mean to let refugees starve to death in order not to anger the government?"

Shang Biao raised his eyelids and asked at Yuantong.

"The little monk doesn't want to argue with Brother Dao. Now I'll just ask you how you want to deal with the government army at the foot of the mountain."

"Let it go with the flow, if you truly believe in the Emperor Yama, God will bless you. I just want to continue preaching and spreading the gospel."

Yuantong was not satisfied with Shang Biao's answer.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Do you just watch these people who trust you die at the hands of the government?"

"Oh, what are some tips for me?"

"Now, everyone is notified to flee in scattered places. There are not many officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain. Escape to take advantage of the night is enough to keep most of them alive."

Since he came to persuade Shang Biao, Yuantong had already made up his mind and even thought about his ideas.

Unfortunately, Shang Biao didn't want these people to live.

What he wants is enough human life to repair the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners. Believers are like leeks, which will grow again soon after a crop.

Human life is the most valuable thing in troubled times.

"There is no need to worry about this. After dawn, I will personally ask the prefect Zhou to explain the situation and return his sister to you. If he still insists on refusing God's believers, I have to let him know the consequences of disrespecting God."

Shang Biao made a few nonsense, trying to fool Yuantong.

"The Taoist teachings of people in the practice of practicing cannot play much role in the military camps. Moreover, officials are protected by the national destiny. Unless the country is destroyed, your strange means will not threaten them.

If you want to talk, show your sincerity. If you are willing to disband the believers, the young monk can serve as a guard in front of the prefect Zhou.

The army's evil aura suppressed Shang Biao knew that it was the first time he had heard of this official fortune to protect him.

Yuantong would not use such things to deceive him, that is, it is true. But that's right, even things like dragon veins exist in this world, let alone official fortune.

After receiving a secret news, Shang Biao had a deeper understanding of this plot world.

The thoughts in his mind were fleeting. Shang Biao did not refute the suggestions of Yuantong. He smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, then I'll recommend it to fellow Taoist."

A trace of surprise flashed in Yuantong's eyes. He didn't seem to expect Shang Biao to be so easy to talk to, and he didn't know what he was paying attention to.

However, for the lives of nearly 10,000 people, he was still willing to work hard to mediate.

"Since that's the case, I'll go to Master Zhou now and wait for my news."

The magical feet are universal, and Yuantong disappears in front of Shang Biao in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, it's so naive."

Shang Biao shook his head, and a hint of sneer was hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Shang Biao was not sure what other people were. After searching Wang Pengliang's wife's soul, he knew a lot about the prefect Zhou. He was an official fan, and he regarded wealth as his life.

If Yuantong brings a box of gold bricks to adjust, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope. With a three-inch tongue alone, even if she wears her mouth, she will not touch the magistrate Zhou who has lost her heart.

What is his group of people in the eyes of Lord Zhou? They are military achievements, political achievements, and a ladder to climb upwards.

Affected by the information explosion in reality and years of social experience, Shang Biao is very clear about the nature of such a person.

In order to climb up, even if you recognize your father and daughter, and don’t recognize your relatives, it doesn’t matter, as long as you can hold the power.

After leaving Yuantong, Shang Biao also finished meditation and practiced, posted an invisible talisman, and quietly left the mountain.

There was nothing happened all night, and before the morning sun had emerged and the sky was shining, the officers and soldiers began to bury pots and cook rice in the camp.

Yuantong, who had been imprisoned for a night, kept turning the rosary in his hand and walked uneasyly.

This small military tent could not trap him, but the threat from the prefect Zhou bound him and dared not escape.

He did not get the answer to the nearly 10,000 lives not far away and the dozens of monks in Guangde Temple, which one is more important than the multiple-choice questions.

Just as Shang Biao expected, the prefect Zhou did not listen to him much, so he summoned a group of soldiers and surrounded him with muskets.

For his master's sake, Master Zhou did not do anything to him, and promised to let him go as soon as the battle ended. At the same time, he also warned Yuantong that if he escaped, the entire Guangde Temple would be with the rioters.

Time passed by without realizing it. When Yuantong heard the order of the army to set off, his body stiffened.

"Amitabha, the little monk is guilty!"

Yuantong's voice was like weeping blood, and he knelt down in the direction of the army's advance.

An hour later, the believers of Emperor Yan Luo on the mountain were eating breakfast, each of whom was holding a bowl of white rice porridge, and the sound of inhaling and swallowing the porridge was constantly.

Some relatively wealthy people soaked the condiments hidden on their bodies such as salt and dried cakes into the bowl, and found a place with few people to drink them secretly.

This may be because most people were silenced because a thousand soldiers in the government had already surrounded them from all sides with muskets and sabers.

"Bang"

Su Hetai fired the first shot towards the sky, and then the blue smoke from the gunpowder filled with it, forming a piece of it.

"Escape!" "Official, please spare your life!"

The cry of running away and the sob of begging for mercy resounded across the hills.

"General, what should we do!"

Some of the members of the guardian team finally couldn't help but feel fear and asked.

Han Er, who was facing a snake, was their last support, and everyone's eyes were staring at Han Er.

"Look for corpses as meat shields. Those with weapons will take the lead in breaking through. Those without weapons will be reserve forces. Try to pick up the weapons of the dead and come back to the bench."

A clever woman can't cook without rice. Han Er has thousands of strategies and cannot use it without weapons.

Seeing Han Er taking the lead in charge, the members of the guardian team felt relieved and picked up the bodies of the dead believers on the ground and hugged them and followed them.

The battle here is fierce, and another mountain not far away is about to begin a battle.

One of the protagonists is Shang Biao, and the other is an old woman wearing a colorful shaman suit, a golden feather on her head, and a shaman's special magic weapon, a shaman's special shaman.
Chapter completed!