The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 19 Puppets

On Sendai Mountain.Outside Tingquan Temple.

The refugees either kneeled or sat, covering the open space outside the mountain gate.There are also refugees coming to Mid-Levels one after another.

The young novice monks panicked and hurriedly called all the monks to come to deal with it.

"Little Master, let's come to see the Lord Fu Zun!"

"Master, please let us in..."

Some people were talking around the monks, and some people shouted up the mountain:
"My lord, the porridge factory is out of rice, we are all looking forward to opening a warehouse for relief, please open a warehouse!"

"My lord, if we don't open the warehouse again, we will all starve to death!"

"My lord, we have no food to eat, we can't even eat the bark and grass roots in this severe cold weather, please help me, my lord!"

"My lord, please help me!"

More and more people shouted, more and more neatly.

"My lord, help me!!!"

Shocking shouts from the refugees sounded outside the mountain gate.

The little novice monks hid behind their masters and uncles as much as they could, watching these ragged civilians timidly.

The monks had no choice. After all, they didn't force their way into the Taoist temple, nor did they commit any violent acts. They just knelt outside the mountain gate in unison, sincerely begging the Lord Fu Zun to do what he was supposed to do.

A monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and walked slowly towards the Taoist temple—now that the crowd is so excited, and the magistrate shuts the door and sees no one, I am afraid that he will have to discuss it with the chief ministers and elders, and come up with a charter.

"Yuanzhou Huo Family, please see your lord, and please inform me." A middle-aged man in charge bypassed the refugees kneeling on the ground, and handed the name card to an older-looking monk at the door , sincere but not humble.

"The Huo family? I don't know who it is?"

"My second master, Huo Yuncheng."

"So it's the benefactor Huo, please wait a moment." The monk was shocked.At least half of the incense offerings in Tingquan Temple come from the Huo family, and this famous post must be handed over no matter what.

He hurriedly turned around and called the little novice, and told him to send the name card to the prefect no matter what. If the prefect didn't open the door, he would read it to him at the door.The little monk took the name card and ran up the mountain.

"Xi Yuanqi, Lieutenant of the Northwest School, under the general's order, please let the magistrate follow me back!" Xi Yuanqi put the token in front of a young monk at the door, almost touching the tip of the man's nose, then raised his hand and pointed at the majestic temple, coldly He added forcefully, "If Mr. Fu Zun is inconvenient to move, I will go up and carry him."

This monk should have just been ordained not long ago, and there is only a pure heart ring scar on his head.At this time, being frightened by Xi Yuanqi's momentum, he retreated a few steps, hurriedly responded, turned around and ran into the Taoist temple, staggered on the hundred steps and almost fell down.

In just one stick of incense, a tea table was set up in the small courtyard between the gate of Tingquan Temple's pharmacist's hall and the hundred-step long steps to make tea. The Taoist sipped the newly made plum blossom tea, squinted his eyes slightly, and nodded in satisfaction. nodded.

"Daoist, Daoist." Bai Zeqing offered the freshly made plum cake with both hands, "What's going on, please help!"

The Taoist said he was hungry, so Bai Zeqing went to the vegetarian room to cook egg noodles.

The Taoist said he was thirsty, so Bai Zeqing hurried to the back mountain to pick the plum blossoms himself, and took the mountain spring to make tea.

The Taoist felt that drinking tea was boring, so she hurried to the fasting room to find flour and bean paste, and made plum cake with the few plum blossoms left.Coaxing the ancestor to finally smile, he hurriedly continued to ask.

"Well, it's sweet but not greasy, not bad." The Taoist praised the plum cake, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that there is no beggar chicken, that would be the best to drink with."

The corners of Bai Zeqing's mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart that you were drinking tea and not wine, so he decided to swallow his anger and faked a smile: "Yes, you are right, Taoist priest. When I go down the mountain, I will make a beggar's chicken for the Taoist priest! Otherwise, Daoist, please tell me first..."

The Taoist glanced at Bai Zeqing with his usual casual gaze, and said, "I can't even figure it out, you really have no brains! Do you think you are some kind of genius from heaven, and you survived a catastrophe?"

"..." Bai Zeqing gritted her teeth!Forbearance with a knife on the head!
"Are you in good health?" The Taoist took another sip of tea and glanced at her.

"I have been riding horses and archery with my eldest brother and brother Qi since I was a child, and I am very strong."

"Not sick? Not poisoned? Can serious injuries heal on their own?"

"Forehead……"

"Aren't you afraid of cold and heat? Are you immune to poison?"

of course not!She is human!People are afraid of cold and heat, and afraid of medicine and poison.

It took only a moment for Bai Zeqing to go from being dazed and startled to being enlightened.

That's right, it snowed heavily on Yuanxi night, and she survived freezing in the snow all night, and she didn't even get sick!

That time in the prison, he was poisoned in the middle of the night, even if he vomited cleanly, at most he would hang on to his life, and there is absolutely no possibility that there will be no symptoms of poisoning afterwards!
The wounded leg, which was tortured with a cane, had never been treated with medicine, nor had it been well cared for, but in the swinging and tossing of the prison car, the injury healed without knowing it!

Also, Wang Chi's kick was aimed at killing her, she didn't die!

"So, always, always, Chico is protecting me!" she murmured.

"So, it's not just last night who was in the formation!"

Her brother Qi, from childhood to adulthood, took her to ride horses, taught her archery, robbed her of food, and made her presents...

Guard her with her life so that the snow will not enter the corner.Until his death, his remnant soul was still guarding her.

Bai Zeqing only felt that his expression was a little dazed, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

"When I first met you, you were entangled with resentment, but it was not like others who were damaged by resentment, either sick or injured, or disasters. This resentment is protecting you. I saw you holding that puppet in the cabin, and I knew it was a puppet. The spirit is protecting you." Being served with delicious food and drink, the Taoist priest added a few words that were rare.

Bai Zeqing understood that this was the reason why the Taoist came to the prison to save himself for no apparent reason.In this way, Qi Ge saved her.She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes slightly, as if fascinated by the afternoon sun.

The Taoist didn't look at her, he slowly picked up the plum cake, took a bite, and said, "However, it's very strange. Generally speaking, a puppet has an owner, but you are a puppet without an owner."

"The Puppet of the Masterless?" Bai Zeqing repeated dumbly, how could the Puppet of the Masterless protect himself?
"Or in other words, the puppet master of this puppet is himself. The person who made the puppet merged his soul into the puppet and became a puppet spirit." The Taoist frowned slightly. It can only be done by slowly wetting it with one's own hard work."

"That...does it hurt?" Bai Zeqing didn't dare to imagine the process, looked down at the wood carving in his hand, and rubbed it lightly, for fear of hurting the wood carving like a small figure.

"It's a pity, it's such a puppet spirit, I was almost killed by you." The Taoist's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was slow and deep.

Bai Zeqing couldn't help but feel a little tingling in his scalp, and his voice trembled: "Well... and then?" Almost, almost nothing, so, what about the puppet?

The Taoist glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth showed a slight upward curve, as if he was smiling, but Bai Zeqing felt that his vest was getting cold.

The Taoist was too lazy to say much, he pinched a simple formula with his right hand, and with a light wave, the golden light that wrapped the wood carving slowly condensed, and finally turned into a golden thread, loosely wrapped around the wood carving, at this moment, traces of black air came from The cracks in the carved wood overflow.

Bai Zeqing suddenly felt his hair stand on end, and almost dropped the wood carving in his hand.

The black air slowly dissipated, gathered again, and finally formed a translucent, illusory portrait, floating in the room like a phantom.

"Chico!!!"

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