Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Yes." Xiao Li confirmed.

"Then what you need now is not food." He turned his attention to Zhang Yue again.
  "What you need is conversion."

Before Zhang Yue could say anything else this time, two cooks who had stood behind him at some point immediately reached out and held him firmly, one on the left and the other on the right.

Zhang Yue was anxious and wanted to resist, but more people rushed towards him and suppressed him tightly. His whole body was suspended from the ground, and he was lifted by everyone towards the back kitchen of the temporary canteen like food waiting to be slaughtered.

"Woo! Uh-huh. Uh-huh!".
  Zhang Yue panicked and was so frightened that he almost peed. He struggled desperately to no avail and could only let everyone carry him into a temporary container.

Behind him, Hui then assigned arduous tasks to the employees.

Beside her, something whose head, hands, feet, and torso were made of iron barrels was looking at Zhang Yue.

Inside the container.

As soon as Zhang Yue came in, he saw many chairs lined up inside, like a crowded classroom full of people.

However, the people on the chairs were tightly bound by ropes and looked depressed. When they saw Zhang Yue coming in, they showed various complex expressions of pity, helplessness, anger or despair.

There are also many heavily armed people patrolling back and forth, obviously serving as guards.

What on earth is going on? Zhang Yue was so panicked.

As expected, Zhang Yue, like the others, was firmly tied to the chair.

However, although it looks deceptive, the binding techniques and equipment are actually very particular and will not hurt people at all.

The leather chair cushions are also very comfortable, and there is no punishment at all as Zhang Yue imagined.

But compared to his physical feelings, Zhang Yue was still more worried about the screams and howls coming from the completely enclosed small room next door.

"Lao Zhang!" A cry brought him back to reality from his frightening fantasy.

"Big guy?" Zhang Yue then realized that a colleague he knew well was sitting behind him.
  "Aren't you taking a day off?"

"Aren't you the same?" the big guy replied in a hoarse voice.

In an instant, Zhang Yue looked around and realized that all the people sitting here were employees who had been recalled urgently.

To be precise, they are employees who were not at the headquarters base for various reasons some time ago.

"This is a trap." The big guy's voice behind him sounded softly.
  "Yesterday. Something must have happened in the base yesterday."

"We people were tricked into coming back! Ahhhhh-"

Zhang Yue lowered his head in horror, not daring to look.

After a while, the screams behind him gradually subsided, and then came the sound of footsteps, the air flow brought by people coming and going, and the dull friction sound of heavy objects dragging on the ground.
  Zhang Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before his eyes, and Zhang Yue raised his head. Standing in front of him was the Taoist priest he had seen in his dream, who was kowtowing all the way to the pilgrimage.

No. Not a dream.

Zhang Yuequan remembered that it was his real experience on the road.

"Oh it's you."

Zhang Yue was speechless, he only felt that the other party's long hair and beard were swaying in the wind. He was in the shape of a pine crane and had an extraordinary appearance. He looked really good.
  "You and I are destined"

Then the middle-aged Taoist with a celestial spirit turned to look at the others, and said word by word in Zhang Yue's despairing eyes,

"Comrades, let's start with him."

"Yes, Director Hu."
  The crowd complied.

"No need to be so polite." Hu Lincheng said seriously,
  "You and I are of the same sect, and we have both received blessings and blessings under the protection of the true king. We should be as close as one family, and there is no need to live like this."

Everyone nodded again, sighing in their hearts that Taoist Hu was worthy of being the first believer of Ming Lord and a person favored by the immortals who had great blessings.

Although he has been gifted with all kinds of mysterious means, he is already extraordinary, yet he still maintains such a peaceful mind.

After receiving Chen Ze's decree, Hu Lincheng led thousands of believers who grew up overnight to come here on a pilgrimage to join the members of the Yinxian Society.

Mingjun Shengyu is Hu Lincheng's biggest background, so he was warmly welcomed as soon as he arrived.

It happened that the Hidden Immortal Society urgently recalled its employees who had been living abroad and failed to receive the favor of immortals, and wanted to guide them to convert to the Lord Hades.

Hu Lincheng is the number one disciple of Hades, so he is naturally very concerned about this, and wants to personally provide guidance to all his colleagues who are still at a loss.

So under Zhang Yue's desperate eyes, he and his chair were moved directly into the dark and lightless small room.

A chair made purely of wood followed.

On the spot, Hu Lincheng was about to follow when he was stopped by a group of people who suddenly broke into the tent.

"Taoist Master Hu!".
  After some negotiations, it turned out that their prayers to the True Lord failed to get a response, so they didn't know what to do with Pan Bowen at hand.

Yes, maybe it was because the left arm that integrated the power of Xu Jingyang's bloodline and the mechanism of the Mohist family had been parasitized for a long time, and his body was infected with some special characteristics. Pan Bowen did not die on the spot after his left arm was cut off by the anemone, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the underworld appeared. After extracting a confession, Chen Ze filmed him somewhere and hid him secretly. That's why Pan Bowen was not seen when he went to pick up his left arm.

Just because Chen Ze noticed that the situation was different at that time, he held back a hand.

But later, as the truth was revealed, we realized that the root of the problem lay with Xu Guifeng, and that Pan Bowen was just a complete abandonment and a disposable tool, so he didn't bother to pay more attention.

"Taoist Master Hu." The leader was a little at a loss.
  "What should I do? Am I being dishonest and making True Lord angry?"

"The true gentleman's magnanimity and mind are beyond what you and I can imagine." Hu Lincheng comforted him with a pleasant expression.

"What Director Hu said is... Now, is it time?" The person who asked the question scratched his head.

"What should we do with this traitor who has killed a thousand swords?"

Everyone looked at Hu Lincheng.

In fact, Chen Ze was eager to retreat and had no time to arrange many things. How to deal with Pan Bowen was one of them.

But it doesn't matter. The reason why Chen Ze called Hu Lincheng here was because he took a fancy to his extraordinary understanding and asked him to take charge of the overall situation here.

It doesn't matter if Master Mingjun didn't say it, Hu Lincheng will figure it out on his own.

Ever since, Hu Lincheng's eyes lingered on Pan Bowen for a moment, and then he muttered,
  "I understand."

"This is the true meaning of the Lord."

"Think about it, the true king has reappeared in the world and wants to save all living beings in the world."

After some conversation, Hu Lincheng saw that everyone had been surrounded, so he changed the subject,
  "And when we serve the True Lord and create peace for all generations, we naturally need ability."

"But Zhenjun has more important considerations that require Su Ye Yousi, so how can he personally handle everything and help us make things right?"

"so."

Hu Lincheng raised the decibel level, and everyone's eyes became more serious.

"This is the test that the True Lord has given us."

"In the next few days, the True Lord will not respond, but will observe our every move from the Nine Heavens."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show off in front of the True Lord!"

Hu Lincheng's tone became more and more high-pitched, making everyone's hearts swell, as if they were about to become immortals, ancestors and gods!
  So after an impassioned speech, everyone burst into tears and expressed their gratitude to the True King for his deep kindness and deep intentions!
  At the same time, I feel deeply about Hu Lincheng's high level of understanding. I am afraid that only someone like Taoist Hu who is sincere and understanding of Zhenjun's teachings and has studied the truth deeply can realize Zhenjun's intention, right?

"Fusheng Netherworld True Lord.".
  After sending everyone away and locking up Pan Bowen without his life, Hu Lincheng straightened his Taoist robe and walked briskly into the small dark room where Zhang Yue was.

Inside the small black house.

The place was divided into different rooms like a matryoshka. At this time, there were about five or six people in the same room with Zhang Yue. The room was very dark and it was difficult to see clearly.

Squeak——   The door opened, and everyone looked at it in horror.

The door that was opened was not the outside, but the door leading to other rooms deep inside the small dark room.

I saw three or five people walking out together talking and laughing, one of them was the big guy who was forcibly dragged away in front of Zhang Yue.

"Oh!" As soon as the big guy saw Zhang Yue, he immediately came over to say hello.
  "Hey, Lao Zhang, don't be afraid, just relax."

"." Zhang Yueqiang tried to find the courage to find out some information.

"What are you doing inside?"

"Let's pay our respects together with the brothers! The real king is so good, I tell you, hahahaha."

The big guy looked very relaxed, completely different from the tense look just now.

Then he said some words to Zhang Yue that the latter couldn't understand at all, and then patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, you will be like us soon."

The big guy was laughing, but Zhang Yue noticed the trembling in the other person's tone and the blue eyes.

The people around the big guy also looked at Zhang Yue with pity and expectation, as if hoping that the other party would wake up soon.

"Fusheng Netherworld True Lord.".
  squeak--

The door opened again, and this time it was Hu Lincheng who came in.

"Everyone. Comrade in perdition."

Hu Lincheng had a solemn face and said calmly,

"I know you may be scared and don't understand now, but it doesn't matter. I will tell you now about the origin of True Lord and the blessings we have gained through cultivation."

"Let us out!" You Qitou immediately shouted at the top of his voice,

"Who wants to hear your farts?"

"Zhenjun, are you the only one?"

puff.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Then there was a muffled sound.

However, they saw the dissatisfied man and his chair falling upside down to the ground. Several armed men immediately rushed in and put him on a stretcher and carried him out for rescue.

When the stretcher passed by Zhang Yue, he clearly saw that there was an exaggeratedly large hole in the man's forehead, as if he had been hit by a hard object.

"The true gentleman is kind and kind." Hu Lincheng also pointed at the missing end of the whisk handle and polished it again with his bare hands until it was smooth.

"The true king is tolerant."

"The Lord has mercy."

"But this is not the reason for you to offend the true king."

Guru
  The swallowing sounds were surprisingly consistent.

Next, under the gaze of everyone who dared not speak, Hu Lincheng eloquently told the life story of Lord Ming, as well as his great magical powers, boundless magical power, and his great achievements in dispatching generals under the guidance of gods, but he was deeply moved by the suffering of all living beings, and personally descended to earth to save all souls.

This is only part of the homework manual that Hu Lincheng is compiling.

Everyone was drowsy, but they were frightened by the muscles on the back of Hu Lincheng's hands that twitched from time to time, so they didn't dare to close their eyes.

Only the person in the chair who had sneaked in at some point was shaking his head and making small movements, seeming to be listening particularly carefully, but no one noticed.

After the class is over, it’s question time.

The content of the question is naturally related to the True Lord. Those who pass the test are sent to the next room, and those who fail continue to listen to the lecture.

Someone finally couldn't hold on any longer, so Hu Lincheng picked up a ruler and stabbed him in the thigh.

For a moment, there was blood and screams, but all the vital blood vessels were accurately avoided, leaving only severe pain.

Many more people had their hair taped up, and the tape was connected directly to the ceiling to prevent them from dozing off.

Zhang Yue thought he was in hell, but driven by the desire to survive, he finally passed the question and answer session and was able to advance to the next room.

"The power of the true king is beyond our imagination."

Hu Lincheng seemed to feel that he was destined to be with him, so he also came over and introduced him,

"However, it doesn't matter if it's only one part in a billion. I just want to do my best so that you can be blessed to see it and experience the unparalleled magical power of the True King."

Is the movie watching next? Zhang Yue finally relaxed a little after hearing this.

however.

Pfft!

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling—

Sparks were flying everywhere. After Hu Lincheng fiddled with a pair of electrode output terminals for a while, he still called for a professional to operate.

"Oh, I still can't figure it out."

After a while, the man in the white coat who was called slowly approached holding the modified and modified over-limit overload version of the electroconvulsive therapy device.

"The true king soars into the clouds and rides on the mist, calls for wind and rain, and controls the power of thunder."

Hu Lincheng turned around and softly comforted Zhang Yuedao, who was tied to the restraint chair and unable to move.
  "Don't be tense, relax, relax, take it easy. You will be inspired by the True Lord soon."

"Just like us."

A week later, Zhang Yue's transmission was successful and he officially converted to the True Lord's disciples, embarking on the bright road of making the Ming Lord famous and trustworthy.

As soon as he came out of the small dark room, the big guy and other comrades who had woken up earlier hurried up to greet him.

Zhang Yue looked beyond his colleagues and looked into the distance, toward the flowers, grass, trees, and pedestrians.

It was once ghostly, cold and dark, but now it seems as warm and friendly as the rising sun.

Several people looked at each other, with a myriad of emotions brewing in their eyes, but finally suppressed them. They all turned to face somewhere, facing the sky, chanting devoutly,
  "Fusheng Netherworld True Lord."

"Fusheng Netherworld True Lord."

"Fusheng Netherworld True Lord.".
  Zhang Yue's experience is just a microcosm, representing how the faith of Lord Netherworld will gradually cover every corner that the sun can shine with the Yinxian Society as the core.

Across the ocean, in the United States, Massachusetts.

The outside of Yan Xin's residence had been completely cleared, leaving only groups of heavily armed elite soldiers surrounding the villa.

Outside the encirclement, a blond boy who looked like a college student was still chattering to the commander.
  "Hey! Listen to me man."

"You must have misunderstood something, right?"

"Listen to me, Professor Yan is a good man. He also let me stay at his house for free."

"I know him, you can let me talk to him."

"Oh~ my God! What are you doing!"

"There's no need to make it so bad, right?".(End of Chapter)