Mythology card making

Chapter 86 Dad has released his talents! (Ask for monthly ticket)

In the secular world, in the east, Chenjiabao.

Walk along the stream for hundreds of steps.

You can see a small temple with red ocher walls and black roof.

A well was dug in the temple. Beside the well was an old locust tree with a green crown as big as a car hood.

Sometimes the wind blows and rustles.

There is a monument next to the tree with five characters in one line, which is the "Temple of the White Bone Bodhisattva".

In the temple lobby, the gray and black floor tiles are slightly cracked.

At midnight, the dark blue moonlight poured in, and the clay sculptures on both sides lost all their divinity, making people feel terrifying.

Luo Qianren, dressed as a worldly warrior, sat in the hall with a golden sword.

The king of heaven stands on the left, the god of war stands on the right, and his subordinates are arranged on both sides.

Behind him is a statue of a white-bone Bodhisattva with half a compassionate face and half a sinister face. It is as white as jade and glimmers with light.

In front of the steps and outside the courtyard, kneeling were more than twenty lay people dressed as bailiffs and country squires.

At first glance, these people are no different from the Azure People, but after looking at them for a long time, they will feel weird.

They all obviously have noses and eyes, and most of their arms and legs are intact. Even in terms of mainstream azure aesthetics, most of them look pretty good.

But it feels like something is wrong.

After watching it for a long time, only one word flashed through my mind: "alien".

wow——

At this time, it was the rainy season in the Eastern Land.

At night, the cold and sticky wind is like an invisible poisonous snake, spitting out poison and crawling over people's exposed skin.

That feeling is really unpleasant.

The common people in this courtyard knelt for half the night, feeling a little shaky.

"Hey."

Luo Qianren sighed as if he couldn't bear it.

He gently put on the right-hand-mounted simultaneous interpretation headset, and the flashing reminder light illuminated his face in half-darkness.

Just like the white-bone Bodhisattva behind him, half compassionate and half cruel.

"Why bother?"

His tone was low, making it difficult to hear his emotions.

"Sometimes I really don't understand what you want?"

"I have planted high-yielding grains for you, and the greenhouses have been secured. The cotton clothes and down jackets I just got are quite warm, right? Isn't it comfortable to live in a tin house that is warm in winter and cool in summer?"

"Eating, drinking, having sex, food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, that's all a mortal needs."

"Have I not done enough for you? Is this how you want to repay me?"

Luo Qianren shook the jade slip with note in his hand and said calmly:

"Didn't I tell you guys a long time ago? The tower we set up is for collecting intelligence, and it works very well. Why are you still using the lowest level of sound transmission technology to transmit messages to nearby divine religions?"

As he spoke, he kicked the big wooden box next to him and said:

"All the letters you sent out were intercepted by my people... In just three days, dozens of jade slips with notes were filled... It's quite interesting."

As soon as the words fell, the people kneeling in the courtyard suddenly trembled and broke into cold sweat.

Those who are timid would have been frightened to the point of crying:

"Master, it's really none of my business. You saved my child with Azure Medicine. You are my benefactor. How could I do anything bad to you? It's all because of Uncle Grandpa's force."

Someone else responded:

"Yes, Master, here, family rules are as strong as the heavens. The uncle uses the family law to suppress others, and we dare not disobey him."

The leader, the old man with cloudy eyes and a wrinkled face, suddenly turned red with anger when he heard that the descendant of his tribe had put all the responsibility on himself, and his beard trembled: "You...you little brats, I..." "Look, you're in a hurry." Luo Qianren threw the jade slip to the side and said with a smile, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

He paused and continued:

"Actually, your behavior does not pose any threat to us."

"Because... Lanruo County, Lotus Temple and Lotus Bone God King Sect, which are closest to here, have been captured by us long ago."

"Even if I let you convey the message, these sounds will still fall into my ears in the end."

He leaned back and sighed, "After all, nothing big happened, and I don't want to destroy the benevolent relationship between Wei Lan and the people at the bottom of the world..."

The word "so" that followed made all the secular people in the courtyard breathe a sigh of relief.

They subconsciously straightened their bodies, their faces filled with anticipation.

"Master Luo" is indeed a kind and righteous man in the eyes of the villagers, and his words after that really fulfilled their wishes.

"Awesome, smash the jade slip."

A short sentence is more moving than the sounds of nature.

All the secular people in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't hide their excitement.

At this moment, Lao Luo was more compassionate in their hearts than the Lotus Bone God King, and he should set up a memorial tablet for immortality!
However, simple compassion and benevolence can only stabilize them for a while.

As time goes by, they gradually forget about this matter, and they will definitely become a hundred times more arrogant than they are today.

Because after this incident, they have "understood" Mr. Luo's psychology.

——If this person wants to use them to stabilize the village, it is impossible for him to act like a butcher.

Even an act like sending a message to others that could lead to death could be spared, so "slightly minor" things would certainly not matter.

When things develop to this point, it seems that they are destined to end in a mess...

Don’t forget whose father is Lao Luo.

Sometimes, one has to admit the horror of bloodline.

Before these worldly people could be happy for a few seconds, Lao Luo's next words made them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar:
"Forget it, let's keep five."

Lao Luo put his hand into the wooden box, casually grabbed a handful of jade slips, and slapped it on the table with an angry look, and said righteously:
"Although it has not caused any bad impact, this kind of behavior that attempts to destroy the peaceful life of the villagers and our enthusiasm is really abhorrent! If these people are not eliminated, the villagers will not be able to live a good life!"

"Today, I will use Chenjiabao's rules to punish the chief culprit! Let Chenjiabao be free of trouble!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the courtyard had their pupils dilated and could not hide their horror.

The smiles on some people's faces have not disappeared, and they look even more funny when they are shocked.

The culprit?Where did the culprit come from?

Aren’t they scrambling to report the letter first for the sake of reporting?
Before they could figure out their logic, Luo Qianren continued:

"These people are all mediocre people who are struggling to survive. Because of their seniority and age, they were pushed to the position of chief guardian or elder by the clan. Now they are acting in secret for their own selfish interests, regardless of the lives of the villagers. It is not enough to eliminate the anger of the common people. .”

This feeling is like the teacher asking random questions in class, or checking the recitation in the form of driving a train, but the "train" turns around halfway.

The feeling of stimulation and oppression is tantamount to the King of Hell tapping his knuckles, which can make one's heart burst.

Luo Qianren glanced around, recalling the information he had collected before, and sorted out the people in the fort who had the deepest relationship with the Secular God Church.

They called their names one by one: "Chen Yongxu, Chen Yongqing, Chen Jingfeng, Chen Jingyan..."

He spoke very slowly, word by word, and his soft voice sounded like thunder in the ears of the person being named.

One person after another was dragged down, and some timid security chiefs, squires, and clan elders were so frightened that they became incontinent, or suffered from illness, and their faces turned pale.

Finally, we came to the last jade slip.

Everyone held their breath and raised their heads, their hearts seemed to be strangled tightly by a big hand, and they could hardly breathe.

They didn't know about the intelligence, and they just thought that the other party was killing people randomly to vent their anger, and not everyone was in danger.

On the stone platform, Lao Luo frowned: "Chen..."

(End of this chapter)