big song poppi

Chapter 527 0524 [Fang Qifu]

Lu He's family fled in a hurry and did not bring any dry food with them.

There are not a few people like him.

Therefore, these people can only take advantage of their rest period to find some wild fruits in the dense forest to satisfy their hunger.

But even if there are wild fruits, there are only a few here and there. How can they fill the bellies of hundreds of people?
The vast majority of the people had nothing to gain and sat on the ground suffering from hunger.

Seeing that Zhao Ji not only had cooking cakes but also distributed them to others, many people looked at him.

Feeling the longing gazes of everyone, Zhao Ji felt a little panicked, as if he was being targeted by a group of wild beasts.

This was the first time he encountered such a scene. The men, women, old and children staring at him were obviously living people, but in his eyes at this moment, they were like wolves in human skin.

Not far away, a man dressed as a businessman stood up and said, "My friend, I am very hungry. Can you sell me two pancakes for twenty cents each?"

Before Zhao Ji could answer, another voice sounded: "I will pay fifty cents."

"Get out of my way!"

At this moment, three big men stepped over.

He strode to Zhao Ji, and the big man at the head stretched out his hand, condescendingly, and said in a tough tone: "Take it out!"

Although Zhao Ji couldn't understand the other party's dialect, he could still see what the other party meant and held on to the remaining few cakes.

Lu He stood up and scolded: "Zeng Hu, please think clearly about the crime of robbing property. Even if you can escape the first grade of junior high school now, you can't escape the fifteenth grade. When you get to Jiangshan County, the county magistrate will punish you for the third grade of junior high school." Brother’s sin!”

These words made the expressions of the three Zeng Hu brothers change.

Yes, no one cares about it now, but he is going to Jiangshan County after all, and he can't fall into the trap just for a few cakes.

The three Zeng brothers are arrogant and arrogant, but they are not desperadoes.

"Hmph, you two are waiting!"

Zeng Hu left behind a harsh word and turned around to leave.

Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands towards Lu He: "Thank you, Brother Daoqing, for rescuing the siege."

"Brother Song, you're welcome."

Lu He waved his hand.

After resting for a while, the fleeing team set off again.

Now that the war is in chaos, only strong cities and high walls can give them some solace, so the people present want to rush to Jiangshan County as quickly as possible.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect or if Lu He's massage really took effect. As he walked, Zhao Ji felt that his knees were not as painful as before.

The sunshine at noon is already a bit fierce in midsummer.

Zhao Ji was so dizzy from the sun that he was exposed to the sun. Fortunately, although he was usually pampered, he loved Cuju. He often played ball with Li Bangyan, Gao Qiu and others, and he also developed a good physique.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the people in front stopped and Zhao Ji accidentally bumped into them.

Rubbing his forehead, Zhao Ji was about to apologize, but found that all the people were stunned.

In the center of the official road ahead, there was a long bench, with a tall man in iron armor sitting astride the bench.

Next to the big man, there was a minion standing, holding a long sword with a phoenix eye.

Bandit!

Zhao Ji was startled, turned around and was about to run away. Suddenly, hundreds of young and strong bandits sprang out from the dense forest behind him, surrounding them.

These bandits were all wearing armor, holding spears and straddling bows, showing their bravery.

The fleeing people looked panicked, and the women subconsciously hugged their children.

The three brothers of the Zeng family, who were still arrogant before, all shrank their necks and hid in the crowd like quails.

As the saying goes, those who are bold are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives.

These bandits are all serious desperadoes. Who has not had blood on his hands and few lives?
The tall man sitting on the bench slowly stood up and said loudly: "Are you going to follow me up the mountain yourself, or am I here to invite you in person?"

The wealthy businessman who had previously asked to spend fifty coins to buy Zhao Ji's shortbread took off the baggage on his back and held it in his hands with a charming smile on his face: "This good man, we all know the rules. There are twenty coins here. It's just a small thing, but it's not a sign of respect. I should invite all the heroes to have wine and tea."

Other people also started to pay, more or less.

Soon, there were hundreds of strings piled on the ground.

Lose money and eliminate disaster.

It is better to lose money than to lose your life.

Generally, the bandits who rob the road will not fish in the lake. They pay attention to the long flow of water and will let people go after taking the money.

Those who kill and rob are often bandits, who move from place to place after each crime.

"Ah."

The big man sneered and ordered: "Take them all away. If you dare to resist, kill them on the spot!"

Hearing this, the faces of all the fleeing people turned pale with fright.

If this person is taken up the mountain, his life will probably be worse than death.

"Run!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

In an instant, the people fled in all directions.

Zhao Ji held a wooden stick and limped along.

As a result, before he could even take two steps, he saw a cold light flashing in front of his eyes.

puff!

A human head shot up into the sky, and gushing blood splashed across Zhao Ji's face.

He had never seen such a scene before. His legs softened and he fell to the ground, his crotch wet.

This is really scary!

After killing seven or eight people in a row, the scattered people finally became honest.

"Honest?"

The sturdy man grinned: "Since you are honest, just go up the mountain by yourself."

The common people followed the bandits shivering and reluctantly walked towards the mountains.

Seeing Zhao Ji still slumped on the ground, a bandit strode forward.

As soon as he got closer, he smelled the smell of urine. The bandit laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, this bitch was so scared that he peed his pants."

"Hahaha."

The surrounding bandits laughed. Zhao Ji was ashamed and scared, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

The bandit didn't care so much, he pulled him up roughly and kicked him on the butt: "Hurry up!"

Zhao Ji stumbled and almost fell to his knees. He held a wooden stick and followed the crowd towards the mountain.

Lu He looked around, panicked, and lowered his voice: "These don't look like ordinary bandits."

“How come you see?”

Zhao Ji had never seen bandits before, but this was his first time.

Lu Heqiang calmed himself and explained softly: "Look at these bandits, everyone is wearing iron armor, equipped with swords and guns, and even powerful crossbows. How can ordinary bandits have such good weapons?"

Armor has been a forbidden weapon in all dynasties.

According to the "Song Xingtong", he secretly kept half armor, fifty-seven sticks, and served for one year.

Hiding a full armor privately is a capital offense.

Hiding more than three pieces of armor privately will be punished as a crime of treason, belonging to the Yi tribe.

As the saying goes, carrying a knife is a small matter, but wearing armor is a big deal.

Swords and guns are relatively easy to make and can be made by ordinary blacksmiths, but armor is different. The craftsmanship is cumbersome and only craftsmen in government-run workshops can make it.

Three or five fierce soldiers, wearing full armor, can walk sideways in a small county.

Detectives, archers, and patrols are helpless.

The reason is simple, it cannot break armor.

Spear heads with armor-piercing cones are only found in the military. Ordinary swords and guns cannot break through armor.

"Fugitive army?"

Zhao Ji guessed.

Lu He shook his head: "It doesn't look like it."

These bandits did not have a military aura, but instead exuded a ferocious and bandit spirit.

A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman heard the two talking and lowered his voice: "I know where they came from."

"What's the origin?"

Lu He asked hurriedly.

The businessman looked around and saw that no bandits were paying attention, so he quickly said five words: "Fang La, Manichaeism."

Goulon!

Zhao Ji swallowed his saliva and said in surprise: "Didn't Fang La be wiped out by my... officials sent troops a few years ago?"

Fang La knew it all too well. When he was personally escorted to Beijing by Tong Guan, he met him once and ordered his beheading to be shown to the public.

The businessman explained: "Fang La is dead, but Fang Qifu and Fang Wu are not dead. They have been dormant in secret. They made trouble in Hangzhou two years ago. After being suppressed by the government, they fled to Huizhou and Quzhou. Here. I recognize one of them, who was still preaching in the county at the beginning of the year."

At this moment, Zhao Ji wanted to cry but had no tears.

He never thought that one day he would fall into the hands of the remnants of Fang La.

If you are recognized...

Zhao Ji shivered and did not dare to continue thinking.

Zhao Ji asked tremblingly: "What will they do to us when we get to the mountain?"

"Who knows."

The businessman shook his head and smiled bitterly.

While he was talking, a loud shout came from not far away: "If you mutter too much, if you dare to talk more, I will smash your waiting mouth!"

Zhao Ji and others were so frightened that they all shut up.

Quzhou is mountainous and the mountain roads are rugged.

After walking around in the mountains for about two hours, everyone was exhausted and out of breath, but no one dared to stop.

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and felt as if his legs were filled with lead. Every step he took required all his strength.

Just now, an old man who collapsed from exhaustion was killed by the bandits.

Towards evening, we crossed a mountain again and finally arrived at the place.

I saw a mountain village nestled among the mountains and dense forests.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. It is typically easy to defend but difficult to attack.

After entering the village, more than a hundred people were temporarily placed on a sunbathing field, while the burly man strode towards a slightly weird temple in the village.

Manichaeism is a sect in the Western Regions and was officially introduced to the Central Plains during the period of Wu Zetian.

However, because of its extreme teachings, it was not recognized by the court, and Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty issued an edict to strictly prohibit it.

In the Five Dynasties and the Zhao and Song Dynasties, the situation of Manichaeism remained unchanged. Forced by no choice, it had to rely on Zoroastrianism, Nestorianism and Buddhism, and spread underground among the people. In this process, Manichaeism was also constantly changing. The teachings of other religions were absorbed and eventually completely Chineseized.

As soon as you enter the temple, you will see a tall statue of God.

You can see not only the shadow of the Buddhist Buddha in the statues, but also many elements of Taoism, and even elements of Maitreya, Nestorian and other sects.

This is the main god believed in by Manichaeism.

Mani god.

Also known as the Holy King of Light!
When Fang La started the rebellion, he claimed to be the reincarnation of the Holy King of Light and called himself Holy Duke.

In front of the statue, a strong man sits cross-legged.

After the sturdy man entered the hall, he knelt down on one knee, formed a dharma seal with his hands, and said loudly: "Greetings to the Buddha."

This strong man is Fang La's clan brother and the number one general under Fang La's command, Fang Qifu.

Since Fang La was captured and beheaded, Fang Qifu called himself the Son of Buddha, took over the banner of Manichaeism, and led a group of Manichaeism remnants to continue to operate in the dark.

Two years ago, when Han Zhen in Shandong rebelled, Fang Qifu saw hope and started another uprising in Hangzhou and other places. As a result, this time the Western Army was quickly suppressed by the southern Forbidden Army before the Western Army could take action.

After learning from the experience of the last defeat, Fang Qifu fled deep into the mountains and hibernated again.

Although he was dormant, he did not give up on development.

With tyrannical force, he defeated the heroes of the Green Forest Road in Liangzhe Road, Jiangxi, Huizhou and other places, and subdued a group of bandits and bandits.

The burly man kneeling on one knee at this moment is one of them. His name is Guo Sheng, and he was originally the boss of this village.

After being subdued by Fang Qifu, he was granted the title of Buddha's disciple and the protector of the North.

At the same time, Fang Qifu continued to preach among the people, develop believers, and used the money paid by believers to secretly collude with officials to purchase armor, weapons and other weapons.

(End of this chapter)