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But today their status is very high, an old man with a big beard held a whisk and yelled at the rebel family who came in and looked at them in a daze.

"Hey! Listen carefully, this is the big-headed god and the little-headed god! The heavenly court is dedicated to arresting the army god of the white lotus demon you believe in. There are three incense sticks here. You have worshiped the big-headed god and the little-headed god. After burning the incense, the white lotus demon and the false Maitreya will no longer be able to control you, and if you have evil thoughts in your heart and worship the white lotus demon in the future, he will not know. Instead, the big-headed god and the small-headed god will come to you. Hurry up and worship!"

Mao Jue was still too afraid of the White Lotus Sect. What to do with this kind of old feudalism? Feudalism versus feudalism. Generally speaking, the bayonet behind him was shining coldly.

Of course, this gimmick is not enough. Just after incense, the tent suddenly went dark, and I couldn’t see my fingers. I could only see my own incense. Master Jiang's fantasy painting method is really ferocious, and the tent lights up again amidst the screams, and the old man is smiling and flying his whisk.

"Congratulations, everyone, you have escaped the control of the white lotus demon, you can go out, remember, if you live well in the future, you will not be punished by God!"

Really being fooled for a moment, a dozen or so members of the big family followed the soldiers in front out of the back door of the tent in a daze.

Of course, there are also stubborn ones. This is the one who followed in. The child was so frightened that he burst into tears, and several adults stood there frantically shouting slogans.

"The Immortal White Lotus has boundless mana"

All of a sudden, the tent went dark again, and several candles also went dark together. After they lit up amidst the screams, the old Taoist's face darkened immediately, pinching his magic finger and roaring.

"You are obsessed, the big-headed god and the little-headed god have cursed you, and you will suffer endless torture in the future, get out!"

While shouting and cursing, another big family went out from the road tremblingly, walked around the city wall, and was driven back into the city from the Ximen Mountain Gate.

This method looks mysterious, but in fact it couldn’t be simpler. The tent is double-layered, with the big one on the top covering the small one on the bottom. When the old man knocked on the table, a few Dongjiang soldiers outside would pull down the curtain, and the tent would be dark. Pull it up again. , turned on again, and the group of refugees who were flickering by the light and shadow effects were stunned for a while, but they helped Mao Jue to distinguish the die-hard Bailian followers.

And as if they were really blessed and cursed, the rioters who left the city were taken to the camp of Dongjiang Junxiu, where they had food and made new clothes for the horses. The civilian husbands who came from the army are fine, and they are relaxed, and naturally feel that the big-headed god and the small-headed god are useful, and they become lucky.

As for those diehards in the city, their food was confiscated by Wang Huaan, and their families could only starve. Naturally, they suffered under the curse of the big-headed god and the small-headed god.

They will also be handed over to the imperial court as prisoners of war. The different treatment forms a psychological hint. Mao Jue believes that these escaped ones should be scared away from worshiping the White Lotus Sect.

But what Mao Jue didn't know was that he had unknowingly created a big-headed and small-headed god religion in Da Ming's beliefs. In the future, the people of Dongjiang will definitely put up portraits of a big head and a small head during the Chinese New Year, thanking them for their blessings. happy life.

Although this kind of screening is slow, it has guaranteed the stability of Dongjiang. In about four days, all 24 refugees have been screened, 17 have been released, and the remaining 5 Mao Jue can't control it. Let them pray to their old mother Bailian.

And on July [-]th, Mao Jue appeared in front of the Dengzhou Prison again, cracking his fingers at the dark prison door, with a classic villain on his slightly handsome face character sinister smile

Chapter 2 Fourteen. Official airs

Where is the most peaceful place these days?Nothing is better than the Dengzhou Prison. The rebels were busy chasing and killing them first, and then they were busy trying to get rid of them in their own hands, preparing to escape. For a while, they forgot about the celebrities and wealthy families who had captured most of Shandong, and let them Tucked into a prison to fend for itself.

These people have been starving for two or three days, and fortunately, all the rich people have thick fat layers, and they did not starve to death after drinking dirty water leaking from the wall.

However, since the rebel army was established in Dengzhou, it has been locked up all the time. The rice insects who eat, drink and enjoy themselves on this salary day are going crazy. This day, a group of people are squatting in the prison, and the door of the prison is finally closed again. It opened with a creak, and looking at a few boys in yellow clothes of the White Lotus Sect and yellow turbans, a group of local tyrants desperately stretched out their hands like lost lambs, as if they had seen an angel.

"Quick! Get me some food, even bad rice!"

"I dedicate all my belongings to the divine sect. I am in Linqing, and there are two Zhuangzi in Pingdu, all of which are buried with silver. I dedicate them all to Lord Buddha!"

Especially the former Chief Minister of Shanxi, his old face was as hungry as a vampire, and he stretched out his hand sadly.

"Give me something to eat! Old man, this old man is Xue Silian, the former chief minister of Shanxi Province. I was an official in the Ming Dynasty, and I know a lot of truth. The Buddha will definitely use me!"

Under the whip, all his net worth has been handed over, and he can only sell himself if he has nothing, but the integrity of this Ming scholar is really good enough, even if he is a former deputy provincial official of the Ming Dynasty, it means he betrayed Chongzhen. He betrayed Chongzhen without any hesitation.

When Wei Zhongxian was in power, it was also the officials of the Chuzhe Party who scrambled to build a shrine for him, trying their best to curry favor with the great eunuch. As a result, when Wei Zhongxian fell, these people pushed the wall down again, wishing to slap Wei Zhongxian against the wall.

I really don't know what made these Ming scholars become like this.

But for the time being, they don't have much to do with their virtues. Looking at the outstretched hand holding the rice bucket, the little brother of the White Lotus Sect showed a cold smile with white teeth, and put the rice bucket aside with a grin. , reached out and pulled out the brush, and quickly opened the book.

"Xue Silian, former Shanxi chief envoy, right? How is your family property, and how can you be loyal to my holy religion?"

"My lord, didn't you explain your family property last time?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you want to eat?"

This little brother changed his face as soon as he said that he changed his face. Master Xue trembled in fright, and quickly explained the family property and money he had hidden, and patted his chest to promise that he had a red heart for the Holy Mother of the White Lotus. That little brother was also writing hard, With the speed of speaking unexpectedly, he wrote down his flattery to the White Lotus Sect and his contempt for Daming to the fullest, and finally gave that page to Xue Silian.

"It's all right? Make a fingerprint!"

Although I don't know when the rebels are also interested in this, but they are so hungry and have been taught to be honest by the whip, Xue Buzheng, who is about to go crazy, gave his thumbs up without hesitation.

Not to mention, this little brother counts his words, he really eats it, a big bowl of sticky white rice porridge soaked in pickles, was immediately placed in front of Xue Silian, smelling the fragrance, the old guy almost burst into tears up.

Not to mention, this bowl of porridge was returned to the Shandong official who held him captive. The local gentry had other ideas. Could it be that the lunatics of the White Lotus Sect are also recruiting scholars?

Don't care about the stigma or not, let's get out first, then we'll have little power, ask for help from the network of colleagues in the same year, and the internal and external cooperation will mess up the White Lotus Sect. By then, they will still be tyrannical celebrities and squires. Thinking, Xue Silian The squires next to him also rushed to raise their hands.

"The former Qingqiu county magistrate Yu Wenyu!"

"Old Jinshi Wang Hanlin!"

When there were too many people, no matter how fast the little brother wrote, he couldn't record so many, so he kicked the prison door again in anger.

"Why panic, come one by one, you, Yu Wenyu, the former county magistrate of Qingqiu, right?"

During the roll call, these well-dressed local gentry wrote their names on the roster one after another, pressed their fingerprints, and several buckets of porridge were distributed, and the hungry old men with dazzled eyes shook their cheeks and ate them. , the radish lumps that are not rare on weekdays have become like treasures, and they are extraordinarily delicious to eat.

A bowl of porridge is almost bottomed out, there is food in the stomach, and the mind is also alive. Seeing the little brother Bailian who can write is still flipping through the notes just now. With a smiling face, half of the old face was squeezed out of the fence, and asked flatteringly.

"Brother, where did my holy army go? Have you conquered Jinan?"

It's really shameless, I'm the only one in the Holy Cult's army at the moment, hearing this, the little brother has a calm face and hums slowly.

"The White Lotus Sect is very prosperous now. Dengzhou has been retaken by the Dongjiang Army, and the remaining five or six thousand fled to the sea to join Jiannu. I don't know if they have been fed to bastards at this moment."

"Oh, that's it, the officer can rest assured, uh"

The rippling smile on the old face froze, and the porridge bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Unbelievably, Xue Silian raised his voice an octave higher and screamed.

With a swipe, the whole prison became quiet, the porridge bowl trembled, and Qingqiu county magistrate Yu's old man was also trembling, his voice was like an owl.

"So you are officers and soldiers, why are you fooling me, my lord?"

Before the little brother could nod his head, the prison door opened again, and Mao Jue, who was wearing a soap-colored padded jacket, smiled like a flower, his shoulders were a little wobbly, and he swaggered in.

"Big cousin, how are you?"

"Oh, General Mao, all the country gentry have confessed, this is their confession, it can be handed over to Jin Yiwei!"

The last time I came here, I took one bite at a time, but Mao Jue still remembers it vividly. These guys are the most narrow-minded. After saving them, a group of idiots can bite him back in the court when they turn around. Not Mao Jue's character.

The benefits of going to the south of the Yangtze River this time are also reflected. This little brother is Shen Guangzuo's grandson Shen Ting. When he was the most rebellious, he was also the most passionate. He spent a few days in the military with Mao Jue. Secretary of the Tieyi Army, equivalent to the duties of a staff officer.

In the angry eyes of the men in the prison, Staff Officer Shen calmly handed the confession booklet to Mao Jue, watching Mao Jue put the booklet into his arms with a smile on his face, his eyes were like his own. The most beloved concubine, who was brought into bed by others.

After making sure the brochure was in place, Mao Jue slapped his hands easily.

"Open the prison for you gentlemen! I will not be the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and I will not be able to convict you of the famous squires. However, Jin Yiwei's methods will not be easy to evaluate. I will go home in the next two days and have something to eat and drink. I will leave. !"