I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Your Majesty... is this?"

Looking at the three books that Jiang Beiran had thrown to him, Su Xiuyu raised his head and asked Jiang Beiran.

"This is the top, middle and bottom three strategies, all three strategies can help you Liang Guo break through Sheng Guo, you just tell your suzerain like this."

Su Xiuyu was astonished for a moment and asked, "Excuse me... can I see it?"

"of course."

So Su Xiuyu immediately lowered his head and opened the three books Jiang Beiran gave him.

After half a stick of incense, Su Xiuyu put down the three booklets in amazement.

‘Absolutely, absolutely. ’

These three strategies, the upper, the middle and the lower, all give Su Xiuyu a feeling that he can push Shengguo off even if he follows them.

Among them, the best policy is to give Su Xiuyu a sense of seeing that Liang Guo can completely capture Sheng Guo as long as the conditions are in place.

However, the biggest difference between these three strategies lies in the time spent. The lower strategy is the shortest and the superior strategy is the longest.

"Is there anything I don't understand?" Jiang Beiran, who was sitting at the stone table drinking tea, asked.

"No." Su Xiuyu shook his head, put away the three pamphlets, and saluted Jiang Beiran, "Thank you for the gift, so I can confess to Master."

"Well, that's the case, you can go back if it's okay."

"Yes."

Su Xiuyu just wanted to open the phantom space after speaking, but couldn't help but curiously looked at Jiang Beiran and asked: "Your Majesty, I want to ask a question..."

Jiang Beiran, who was drinking tea, glanced at Su Xiuyu and smiled: "Do you want to ask Liang Guo if he implements these three policies, can he really swallow Sheng Guo?"

Su Xiuyu, who was guessing the main thing, said directly, "Your Majesty is wise."

"Of course." Jiang Beiran nodded.

While Su Xiuyu was stunned, Jiang Beiran added: "The premise is that I'm not here, and it's better for you to think less about these in the future."

As soon as Jiang Beiran's voice fell, Su Xiuyu felt a violent headache hit, and hurriedly asked for mercy: "I know my mistake, and please forgive me."

"Hurry up and do what you should do."

"Yes!" Su Xiuyu didn't care about the headache when he finished speaking, and left the palace as if opening the phantom space and fleeing.

After dealing with the little trouble of Liang Guo, there is nothing Jiang Beiran needs to do in a hurry for the time being. Suddenly, there was a sound of playing the piano not far away.

The sound of the piano is loose and wide, which can not help but remind people of ancient times.

Following Qin Yin to the front yard, Jiang Beiran found that the person playing the Qin was the former princess Deng Xianghan.

Because Jiang Beiran was wearing casual clothes, Deng Xianghan didn't recognize it for a while, and when he could see his face, he exclaimed, "The emperor..."

But Jiang Beiran made a silent gesture, motioning her to continue playing down.

Nodded, Deng Xianghan picked the onion fingers again, and there was a melodious piano sound.

Standing under the big tree, Jiang Beiran felt that he was sometimes very emotional, whether he was touching the scene or hearing good music, he would always have a peaceful and restless feeling in his heart, which was unclear, but I like it very much.

With the emperor as a listener, Deng Xianghan played with great care. When the song was over, she opened her eyes to hear the emperor's evaluation, but found that there were still people under the tree.

Standing up abruptly, Deng Xianghan blinked his eyes twice, feeling like Zhou Gong's dream of a butterfly.

'emperor……'

With a mutter in his heart, Deng Xianghan sat down again and started playing the piano.

After enjoying a moment of tranquility, Jiang Beiran flew out of the palace while sitting on auspicious clouds. On the way, he looked around again, thinking about how to completely cure the plague.

While observing the drainage facilities in a town, Jiang Beiran's nose suddenly shook twice because he smelled a **** smell and went straight into his nose.

This **** smell does not belong to chickens or ducks, but the unique smell of human blood.

‘The smell of blood is so heavy... Could it be some sacrificial ceremony? ’

The last time the miasma incident began with a sacrificial event in the slaughter of the village. Now that there is such a sign, Jiang Beiran naturally has to go and see it.

Following the increasingly serious smell of blood, Jiang Beiran found a small village along the way, where hundreds of refugees were gathered here.

"Great compassionate Bodhisattva, please save your believers."

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha..."

"Mother! My stomach hurts...you don't feed me any more paper, okay?"

...

The place where the refugees gather is undoubtedly a purgatory-like scenery, where everyone is thin and lifeless. No one cares about the circles of corpses on the periphery. They are all desperately squeezing into a temple.

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!"

...

In the temple, not only screams came from one after another, but Jiang Beiran discovered that the source of the smell of blood was also here.

So Jiang Beiran quickly pushed aside the crowd and squeezed into the temple.

"what!!!"

Hearing another scream, Jiang Beiran finally understood what had happened.

Those monks who were supposed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures actually did the job of butchers, and the objects they slaughtered were refugees.

What is more terrifying is that these people, these refugees are not forced, but lined up to slaughter these monks.

After getting into the crowd and inquiring for a while, Jiang Beiran finally understood the truth.

It turned out that this Lanruo Temple released the news that the reason why people get sick is because they are not righteous, so they are punished by heaven. If you want to avoid this catastrophe, you must come to them to buy evildoers.

What is the evil-elimination slip is to give you a piece of paper to write down the sins you have committed in your life, and then sincerely pray for the Buddha's forgiveness. If the Buddha forgive you, the evil-elimination slip will be burned by itself and the illness will Then disappear.

For the desperate refugees, as long as they are given a chance to live, they are willing to try. Therefore, when the news spreads ten or ten, and the farther the spread, the Lanruo Temple becomes a temple. The refugees who came to buy the Jiu Nian Ji were in an endless stream.

But how is it possible to cure the plague, so when more and more people began to question them, these monks started their crazy treatment methods.

Bloodletting therapy.

They told the refugees that the reason why they didn't get better after they bought the evildoer is because their sins are too serious. The evildoer alone can't save them, so they must release all the sins in their bodies to get salvation.

This statement made the ordinary people feel very reasonable, so they rushed to ask the monks to bleed them with the opened razor.

Bloodletting certainly cannot save the people of Shengguo, it will only make them die faster.

But Ke Lan Ruo Temple said that this is the last round of the Buddha's test. As long as you survive it, you will be a true believer of the Buddha, and you can get supreme protection.

‘This group of bald scoops are really indispensable everywhere. ’

...

"Next person."

The Zhiyuan monk in robes waved to the back, and when he saw Jiang Beiran, who was neatly dressed, he was obviously taken aback, but it was only a second. After all, they became more and more famous in this place, and many got sick. The nobles will also come to them for help.

"Do you want to get rid of evil? One or two pieces of silver. If you buy it for the whole family, you can charge you a little cheaper."

"What a **** profit..."

With emotion in his heart, Jiang Beiran put his hands together and bowed to the monk with a smile and said, "This master is profound in Buddhism. There are so many people in the temple who are infected with diseases, but the master is safe and sound. It is admirable."

When the monk heard this, he put his hands together and put his hands together, Jiang Beiran said in a salute: "With the Buddha's golden light body, it is naturally not harmful."

"I protect you, MLG..."

Of course Jiang Beiran knew why these monks did not get sick, it was all because each of them carried a [Baicao Talisman].

Nowadays, the people of Sheng Kingdom and the cultivators have misunderstood the plague, and the point of this misunderstanding is that although it is difficult to cure the plague, it is very simple to prevent the plague.

This is because the tiny particles of the miasma must be found first after the plague is caught. In other words, the plague is still an ordinary plague, and it is very simple to use the means of a cultivator to get low.

This was also the first thing Jiang Beiran asked Yin Jianghong to do, and ordered all practitioners in Fengzhou to do a good job of protection when they go out.

And behind these monks there is obviously a master who sees through this law, so I want to take this chance to get a vote.

After all, the fact that these monks can survive a group of patients is already a "miracle", enough to attract more and more people to seek survival.

At this time, another monk next to him said "Amitabha Buddha" and said: "Donor, your sins are too deep. It seems that removing evils alone is not enough to extradite you. It seems that you can only release all the sins in your body. There is a silver lining."

Seeing Jiang Beiran listening to the next door talking on his own, the monk opened his mouth and said: "The donor, if you feel that your sins are serious and it is not easy to clean up, it is better to buy a few more wicked eliminators. Thank you for asking the Buddha to forgive me several times. You can buy five directly, or you can charge you cheaper."

"I can do business..."

After making a complaint in his heart, Jiang Beiran quietly hooked his finger.

I saw a spirit flea sneaking into the monk's body unconsciously.

"Ouch!"

The next second, the monk yelled, grabbed his back and jumped up.

This sudden scene immediately focused everyone's attention.

The monk who was bitten by the spirit fleas was instantly infected with the plague, and the miasma particles floating in the air were also attracted.

"vomit!"

The monk who was suddenly infected with the plague started to vomit, and his face also showed the same dead air as other monks.

"Why... how could this be?"

The monk next to him who was about to let his bloodletter with a knife was frightened, because the messenger assured them that they would not be infected, and also proved that they dared to be so unscrupulous after many times. Now that he saw his companion being infected, he suddenly felt all over. The bumps are all up.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

At this time, the monk who fell on the ground was already in madness, his hands were constantly scratching his body, and the person was twisting like a maggot.

Seeing that the master was also infected with the plague, the refugees suddenly panicked and felt that their faith had begun to collapse.

Without continuing to care about the monk who had fallen into madness, Jiang Beiran walked to the monk holding the razor next to him and said: "It seems that the master is also guilty, won't you help him release his sins?"

"Who are you!? Why should I listen to you!?" the monk shouted.

Jiang Beiran didn't bother to explain to him, and directly pressed the past with mental force.

Suddenly, the monk felt a huge impact, making him feel painful.

"Go and bleed him, I won't say it a third time."

Hearing Jiang Beiran's completely non-emotional sentence, the monk was so scared to his bones that he immediately crawled to the side of the monk who was still twisting his body.

And the monk who was spread the plague did not go completely mad. Seeing his companion walking towards him with a razor, he was frightened and jumped up and shouted: "Zhiming, you...what are you doing!?"

Zhiming held the razor in both hands and said, "Zhi Yuan, I will release your sins for you."

"Fart your mother! That was a lie to those fools! You really believe it!"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding refugees suddenly burst into an uproar.

Zhiyuan realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained: "The poor monks are not talking about you, I mean those stupid people who don't believe in Buddha."

After Zhiyuan finished speaking, he felt a tumbling in his stomach and vomited again.

At this time, Jiang Beiran came over and looked at Zhiming and said, "Master, since he said he was not a fool, please release his sins quickly, otherwise I am worried that he will not be able to hold it."

Although Zhiyuan wanted to scold Jiang Beiran's ancestor for the eighteenth generation, Naihe's body was on the verge of collapse, and he really didn't have the energy to speak.

"go."

Seeing Zhiming's hesitation, Jiang Beiran once again put pressure on him with mental power.

Zhiming, who was extremely scared, had to raise his razor and walked towards Zhiyuan slowly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Hey! What are you doing!? Are you crazy! What's wrong with me!?"

But Zhiming, who was under two mental attacks, was a little confused at this moment. He just wanted to get rid of this pain quickly, so he approached Zhiyuan and said, "Zhiyuan, you see that you suddenly became so seriously ill. You must be entangled in karma. , I'll help you out."

"Go away! Who wants you to help me, go away, go...ah!!!"

Zhiyuan still had the strength to escape now, and was directly stabbed in the stomach by Zhiming and severely slashed.

In a short time, the blood began to flow out without stopping, and Zhi Yuan, who screamed, felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and finally closed his eyes forever.

Zhiming just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the ghost-like voice behind him again.

"Go on, there is one more."

Zhiming shivered and turned his head away, but Zhikong also fell to the ground and twitched.

This time Zhiming finally understood that all this was definitely a ghost of the young man in front of him!

It's just that Zhiming doesn't have any anger in his heart, only boundless fear.

Since this young man can let Zhiyuan and Zhikong be spread the plague, naturally he can also be spread.

So he immediately knelt down and kowtowed and said: "Please forgive me, we are also under the instigation and instigation of others!"

"You are clever." Seeing that Zhiming had already understood, Jiang Beiran knelt down and said in his ear, "If you want to survive, you can tell the people what you are doing."

"Yes, I am going now, I am going now."