On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Liu Hanyang felt an inexplicable strangeness in his heart. He always felt that the smile on Warwick's lips seemed a little unreal, as if it was fake.

Warwick returned to his dog chair, still wearing that same strangely smiling face. "Respected Mr. Gu Nanshan, this wise man from a distant land has told me everything about you. If you are willing to join our Holy Church, settle down here peacefully and serve the Holy Fire devoutly. I can ensure your safety."

"Thank you, branch leader."

Warwick nodded slightly, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "However, to officially become a member of our Holy Church, you still need to make some preparations, Master Liu."

"Oh?" Liu Hanyang raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, I knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"I wonder what the branch leader needs me to do?"

"It's simple. According to the rules of our Holy Religion, a first-rank official must deflower nine women within a single day. A second-rank official must deflower eight, a third-rank official must deflower seven, a fourth-rank official must deflower six, a fifth-rank official must deflower five, and those below the fifth-rank must deflower only one. Only through the fusion of holy and earthly blood can the flame of our Holy Religion be ignited. Lord Liu is a fourth-rank official of the imperial court, so he needs six women."

When Liu Hanyang heard this, he asked, "What's going on?"

Is this considered a request?

Isn’t this awesome?

The initiation ceremony of your Holy Religion is so touching.

Liu Hanyang rubbed his hands excitedly, wishing he could rush into the crowd of women immediately.

"It all depends on the wishes of the branch altar master."

"Hehehe." Warwick's mouth corners curled up in a strange and bloody arc, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"However, my dear friend, you will have to pay a small price. But please believe that once you agree, Zoroastrianism will be your strongest backing!"

"What price?"

"I can't tell you this yet. You'll know when you light the sacred flame."

Since it is said that the price is small, I think it will not be too troublesome. It is nothing more than some vulgar items such as gold and silver.

After all, he was well aware of the routines of these religions. Whether it was the incense money of Buddhism, the merit box of Taoism, or the donations from the true believers, in the final analysis, it all came down to the word "money".

Thinking of this, he smiled in relief and nodded gently: "Since the branch leader said so, I am willing to cooperate."

"Okay! Hahahaha, then please ask Sir Liu to bathe, change clothes, and prepare for the sacred fire ceremony."

"Thank you."

......

Led by the Persian envoy Victor, the Tang family's group of more than twenty people entered a grand hall. The hall was as large as three council halls, creating a strong visual impact.

A huge furnace tripod is placed in the center. Above the furnace tripod, sunlight cleverly passes through a square skylight and falls vertically to the bottom of the furnace, forming a dazzling light and shadow picture, which is very spectacular.

Looking around, the lobby was surrounded by rows of exquisite vermilion partitions. Gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and within, one could vaguely glimpse numerous devout Zoroastrians seated within. Some sat cross-legged, scriptures in hand, immersed in a sea of ​​knowledge; others chatted in low voices, sharing insights and experiences.

From time to time, people would shuttle between the compartments, some hurried by, some pausing to linger. The entire lobby was filled with a bustling yet harmonious atmosphere. The Tang family had never seen such a unique religious scene before, and they couldn't help but cast curious and awe-inspiring glances.

Tang said with deep emotion, "With such strict religious rules and such devout believers, it's no wonder Zoroastrianism has developed so rapidly within Daqian."

Liu Yuying's gaze moved among the busy affairs, and finally fixed on the towering dome. She walked around in circles, with joy and amazement intertwined on her face.

"Wow! Mother, this place is so big!"

Tang looked at her gently, Liu Hanyang's descriptions of Zoroastrianism echoing in his mind, and then he slowly spoke,

"This should be the holy place where they joined the religion."

At this time, Victor turned around, his eyes sharp as torches, and looked back and forth at the younger girls such as Liu Yuying. Finally, he identified a few people and walked over to speak to Tang.

"Dear Madam, we need to take a few young ladies to arrange accommodation first. Please wait a moment."

"Thank you so much." Tang nudged Liu Yuying, who was beaming with delight, and then gently turned to the four girls behind her and said, "Children, follow this gentleman. We'll have dinner together tonight."

"Yes." Before he finished speaking, the four girls followed Victor lightly.

......

the other side.

In the secret room at the back of the deep and mysterious temple, a middle-aged man in Daqian official uniform was sitting there sipping tea alone, his face as gloomy as water, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart.

At this moment, the heavy wooden door was gently pushed open, and Warwick strode in. A meaningful smile first appeared on his face, and then he sat down leisurely opposite Peng Qi.

After sitting down, Warwick said to him, "Haha, why do you look so sad, Master Peng?"

Upon hearing this, Peng Qi gently put down the warm teacup in his hand and sighed, his tone filled with resentment and anger. "Alas, everything was already arranged in Qinghe, and then suddenly Mao Mengji showed up! Damn it! The military power I worked so hard to obtain, and in an instant, it became his."

Warwick remained calm upon hearing this: "Even if I had military power, the believers would never rebel."

Peng Qi continued, "That's true, but those soldiers haven't yet converted. Besides, this Mao Mengji is no fool. Not only does he firmly control the military power, he also executed my men with an iron fist. What's worse, he even sent three teachers to educate the soldiers every day."

"Oh?" Warwick raised his eyebrow, which was unclear whether it was black or green. "Why is that?"

"From what I know, this idea came from the Prince Regent's Palace in the capital. Those teachers who teach the soldiers all believe in the Prince Regent's Palace, not the imperial court, let alone our Holy Religion."

"Then find someone to kill this Mao Mengji. I don't believe that with the power of our Holy Church, we can't eliminate this mere lieutenant."

"Although he's only a captain, he was personally appointed by the Regent, Prince Lin Zhen, and carries the royal seal, making him no different from a general. He's not only mobilized all of Qinghe County's military, he's also united several surrounding counties to conduct some kind of exercise! Damn it! My position as prefect has been completely sidelined!"

There was a cold light in Warwick's eyes, and murderous intent flashed in his blood-red pupils.

"I will immediately send the four Dharma protectors to kill him. Qinghe County is a strategic location bordering Southern Chu, and we must control it!"

"Give it a try, but I've heard that Mao Mengji is quite capable, so don't end up losing both the wife and the army."

"Oh, that's nothing to worry about, Master Peng. We've got some new tribute fruit arriving today. Why don't we try some together?"

"Oh?" Peng Qi's eyes sparkled. "Whose daughter is this time?"

Warwick laughed and said, "Haha, it's Liu Hanyang, the Minister of Revenue."