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The First Champion Chapter 483

It's been a long time in Jingzhao Mansion, and I haven't seen so many people asking and beheading together, and there are quite a few people who came to see the excitement.

Of course, there are also some Maitreya believers among them who came here to watch the government make a fool of themselves, and their fellow believers showed their power.

In a private room on the top floor of a three-story teahouse, Yang Lin was drinking tea and looking down in front of the railing.

These bewitched idiots still look like they are not afraid of death, they really have no brains.

When they are about to die, they are still thinking about Maitreya being reincarnated and saving them from the sea of ​​suffering.

Being able to be bewitched by others to commit murder and live sacrifices shows that his nature is not a good thing.

What nonsense, Maitreya and Mingjiao, just fool the ability of these fools. If it is so clever, then the saints of Mingjiao have been completely studied by myself, and I don’t see anything special.

When the time came, the executioner took a sip of strong wine and sprayed it on the blade, only to see the big knife gleaming with cold light, chopping off more than a dozen heads like cutting melons.

All the people present fell silent, and after a while, bursts of cheers erupted.

As for those who have believed in Maitreya's teachings, they are all downcast and devoid of confidence.

At this time in Jingchu and Tanzhou, in a deep mountain, on a high altar, there were more than a dozen bloody heads.

There were more than thirty people below, men and women, old and young, the youngest was no more than three or four years old, and they were held in the arms of a woman.Dressed in various clothes, they bowed down to the altar.

Their faces were very pious. On the futon under the altar, there was a man with a wide face and a square mouth.

This man was wearing cassock, but his head was not shaved, and he looked very solemn.

On the open chest, strong muscles are exposed, and there is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth.

This majestic elephant looks a bit like an eminent monk, if it wasn't for the human head behind it, it would be more like it.

Beside him is a metal vajra with a carved Buddha's head on the handle.

The Buddha's head is lion-nosed, with pine eyes protruding out of anger, and the ferocious and terrifying mouth is wide open, revealing two pairs of sharp fangs.

This person is Wang Jingang who escaped from Jingzhao Mansion. After he arrived in Tanzhou, he used some tricks to deceive a wealthy family.

This family believed in his heresy and became more and more sinking into it. Today, they were tricked by Wang Jingang and killed some relatives and tenants who lived in the village and formally joined the religion.

A young girl in front had empty eyes, but she had a peaceful smile on her face, her red lips fluttered and she silently recited scriptures.

The obscenity in Wang Jingang's eyes flashed away, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and said, "So, you are my Maitreya disciples. I have been reincarnated for half a month, and it is time to go to Jiangnan to contact the congregation. Tonight Come to my room one by one and listen to the Dharma."

After finishing speaking, he also focused on the girl in front of him.

"Follow the Buddha's decree."

5Chapter 17 If a man has a grudge, the ninth generation must avenge it

Yang Lin was in Jingzhao Mansion, delayed his trip for a few days, and had to rush back to Yunnei where the plague was severe.

After leaving Yanmen Pass, it is Yingzhou Mansion. Now the people here are renovating their homes.

After fighting for so long, it has long been a mess, houses were burned and homes were destroyed, and there was also a terrible plague.

Even so, they chose to rebuild their homes on the land of their hometown.

The place close to Yanmen has relatively not experienced any battles, and Jurchen Rao Tieshoe has not been able to get close here.

Walking out of Yanmen Pass and walking to the Heyin area, you can vaguely see the city walled and burned dust all over the place.

Looking around, an old man was mixing mud in front of the dilapidated hut, waving a simple farm tool.Beside him, sat a boy with long hair, holding some wild fruit in his hand, dredging

Yang Lin waved his hand and rode over. The old man wiped his hands quickly and wanted to salute.

"No, what is this place?"

"Return to General, this is Niujiao Village, Heyin County." The old man bared his yellow teeth and said, the movement of raising his head made the skin of his brow wrinkled, like loess ravines.

Yang Lin pulled out the wine bag, held it up and drank a few mouthfuls, screwed on the lid and threw it away, the old man thanked him repeatedly after catching it.From a long distance, he could smell the aroma of wine, and he was so greedy that he swallowed and spit.

"Old man, are you Han or Khitan?"

"I'm from Khitan, and this baby is from Han."

The Khitan people in this kind of place have long been Sinicized, and they speak authentic Qin opera.Yang Lin is not surprised, no matter what the foreign race is, if they live too close to the Han people, they will always forget their own language and customs early on.

This unparalleled penetrating power also reflects the undying foundation of Hanfeng's prosperity for thousands of years.

"Isn't this your grandson?" Yang Lin was slightly surprised.

"All the people in our Niujiao Village died. The Tartars crossed the border and killed us fiercely. There are only two of us left in the village. The old man and the two depend on each other for life. From now on, he will be my grandson."

The child raised his head and called grandpa.Then he lowered his head and continued to nibble on the red wild fruit in his hand.

"Old man, can this mud house hold up? I don't think there is any wind in Heyin County." Lu Wang lowered his head, glanced at the mud mixed with grass, and asked with a smile.

Yang Lin sighed, this Yunnei is really unlucky, disaster.First came floods, then strong winds, and when the flames of war subsided, plagues came.

Compared with the easy recovery of the ten prefectures of Youyan, the recovery of these six military prefectures and the land they contain is indeed much more tortuous.

The old man gritted his teeth and didn't know how to answer. Yang Lin looked at the child gnawing fruit and smelled: "Hey, baby, are you happy that this place belongs to our Song Dynasty?"

The child's eyes were wide open, and he glanced at his grandfather. The old man was also in a daze, so the child could only tilt his head and said loudly, "I'll be happy if there is no war."

Jumping off the horse, Yang Lin threw the sticky fruit in the child's hand.

The old man was shocked when he saw the young general carrying the grandson he had just recognized onto his steed horse.

Yang Lin held the rein and said, "Look now, what's the difference."

"It's so high, I'm a little dizzy." The child's face was flushed, a little excited.

The guards of the Long Live Camp laughed loudly, Yang Lin pulled out his sword and handed it to him, and the boy struggled to hold it.

"Jurchen Tartars, burned your homeland, slaughtered your relatives, how can you hope not to fight. You should think about it day and night, wait to grow up, take soldiers, marry and ride big horses, and go to war! What's the point of living if a man has a grudge but doesn't avenge it?"

After that, he hugged him down, took back the sword and stuck it at his waist. Zheng Yanglin waved his hand, and continued to walk forward, rolling up the dust along the way.

Behind them, one old and one old, watching them gradually disappear.

In Yingzhou Mansion, the Eighth Battalion of Resentment Army and Yeluxian had disappeared, and the short-lived Jurchen soldiers had long since retreated, replaced by soldiers from Qinlong Province.

A group of officials and generals were waiting at the gate of the city, and when they saw Yang Lin's men approaching from afar, they rushed forward to meet them.

In extraordinary times, there is no extravagant welcome, simple enough, Yang Lin nodded lightly.

Plague is something that is afraid of too many people, and the fewer people, the better.