The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"This... is still under investigation."

The old housekeeper wriggled his lips for a long time and said dryly.

"Then go check, there must be something in here." The man rubbed his brows and said coldly.

When the old housekeeper heard what he said, he immediately went to work vigorously and resolutely, but the man suddenly straightened up and raised his hand to stop him:

"Wait a minute, go and inquire more about the unusual things in the city. The purpose of this person's coming here is unknown, but as long as he has a purpose, he can't hide it from the eyes and ears of Wucheng."

"Yes."

The old man nodded to the head of the house and immediately walked out of the door to make arrangements.

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The actions of several people in Gouwucheng were quite secretive. Following ancient experience, the housekeepers found a few poor people and asked them to pay them to repeatedly inquire about the latest news in Gouwucheng.

In a dark alley, in a sparsely populated tavern, people dressed no differently than ordinary people threw out their money bags, and received a series of nods and bows from their tablemates.

The old rule of inquiring about information is that no one is better at inquiring about subtle information than these people at the bottom of the three religions. A loach nesting in the mud knows better than a bird hovering in the sky how many bugs are crawling in the mud.

After giving the last instructions to the hooker about when and where to deliver the information, the man wearing ordinary clothes but with an extremely arrogant expression walked out arrogantly. In the middle of the journey, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands repeatedly because he thought the tavern where they were meeting was dirty. .

The skinny figure who took the money bag watched the benefactor go away in a fawning manner. Only when they could no longer be seen did the smiles on their faces gradually fade away and their expressions returned to expressionless.

After weighing the money bag, the hooks moved their bodies and made their joints clink. They ordered a cup of the cheapest hot wine in Gouwucheng and drank while walking.

Asking about something unusual recently?

Gouwucheng is a huge city, and there are many unusual things. These donors who have given money do not want to hear trivial matters. The news they want lies in a trivial matter, a conflict, as long as these things do not happen. , this amount of money can be regarded as their long-term investment.

So...why go to waste trying to find out what they don't want to hear?When something really big happens, let the funders know about it a day or two faster than ordinary people, even if they try their best!

However, in this transaction scene where one party is absent-minded and the other party does not care, there are also countless eyes staring at it.

The bartender serving wine and tea, the bartenders drinking tea, and the waiters clearing the table and greeting guests, even if you can't hear clearly what they said, the vicious eyes developed after staying in Gouwu City for who knows how long can still distinguish them. Who is not one of them.

The arrogant-looking outsider stands out like a bonfire lit in the dark in the streets and alleys of taverns and teahouses filled with low-class people. You can notice something unusual at a glance.

The eyes of many inconspicuous people in the tavern changed. They took a close look at the patrons, remembered their appearance and clothing, and found the identity information of these wealthy pugs in their minds, and then recorded them in Some hidden corners.

The hooks didn't stay in the tavern for long. They also had their own business to make a living. After these people left, there was a new round of drinkers for the tavern clerk to continue to cater to.

However, among these groups of drinkers, there are always people who glance at the corners where the symbols have changed, then their eyes narrow, they order a few glasses of wine, drink it hastily, and turn around to leave.

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"Okay, I know everything. The news is good and timely. How is your mother's health? The Taoist priests plan to pay a return visit in the near future."

Wearing a Taoist robe and a cap, the strong Li Boli warrior wore a common lazy smile and shabby Gou Wucheng.

The lowly man spoke without any trace of arrogance on his face, and the Lord God even took out a wine gourd and filled a basket full of leaves for him.

"Thank you to the immortals for your concern. My mother is in much better health. Thank you to the immortals for being willing to come to our Gou Wucheng. Otherwise, I don't know how to survive."

The middle-aged man who was exhausted by life drank a full glass, with an unusual blush on his face. When he mentioned his mother at home, his eyes sparkled, and he had to blink his eyes desperately to prevent tears from falling.

The large and small medical clinics in Gouwucheng prescribed treatments for exorbitant prices, and the Taoist priests of the Taiping Sect helped treat them almost free of charge. He would never forget this huge kindness.

"The latest initiation ceremony is about to begin. When do you plan to come this week?"

Wu You patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and told him some happy news.

"! Thank you, Taoist Priest! I will definitely come on the evening of the treatment day this week!"

A smile full of wrinkles appeared on the middle-aged man's face, which had been deeply marked by hardships and hardships. When he heard Wu You mentioned the day of initiation, his eyes shone with hope, and he thanked him with a thousand thanks. Wu You held his hands and bowed, and after being rejected by him, he left happily, waving to him as he walked.

Wu You was left looking at his back, which was much more relaxed than before, and sighed heavily.

The Liboli man admitted that even though he had extremely exaggerated the missionary ability of the Taiping Religion and even viewed it at the level of orthodox religion, he was still severely shocked by the pervasive erosion of the Taiping Religion:

Look at the middle-aged man in front of you. He looks relaxed now, always has a smile on his face, stands upright, and is so affectionate to Wu You, who is wearing the robe of the Taiping Sect, that he looks like an old friend he has known for ten years.

But who would have known that just a week ago, he was still a dirty old guy. When the Taoist priests of the Taiping Sect were preaching, he loudly denounced them as a cult. Sooner or later something would happen if he followed the Taiping Sect?

Wu You even thought that the Taiping Religion’s missionary process would end because of him!

But it was only a week, a fleeting week of practicing martial arts, and the middle-aged man who didn't believe anyone wanted to dig out his heart and soul and volunteer to find out information for them?

Chapter 154: Immersed in Death

It's hard to explain how Wuyou felt when he went out to gather information secretly for a full week, only to find that he didn't get as much information as Hong Quan did in one day in court.

The Taiping cult members were silent when they arrived at Gouwu City. They understand the meaning of dormancy and hiding better than anyone else. When a natural disaster strikes, every household must prepare early, pack away their belongings, and find the treasures in the endless vast mountains and rivers. A way to survive.

In today's Great War, the superior adults are their natural disaster.

The power of the Four Gods is infinite, and the people of Qingquan Town know this better than anyone else. They can create something out of nothing, can multiply all things, can confuse people's minds, and can reverse life and death.

It's because they, the believers, are not capable enough to attract the power of the four gods and cast them down on this land.

Therefore, we must lurk, we must bury ourselves deeply among the most common living beings, and we must cling tightly to the general public around us like a seed. We must take root and sprout, growing in spring and autumn, until the root system spreads throughout the Yan Kingdom and is uprooted. Until they destroy the entire Yan Kingdom, the Taiping Sect will sprout weak buds little by little.

It's not difficult.

For other sects that have long been lost in history, there is a conflict between hiding oneself and strengthening the sect. To hide oneself is to leave one’s stomach full. If one’s stomach is full, how many are still willing to join the sect?

To grow a sect, you need to please the upper class, because only with the support of those who occupy the most resources in the Yan Kingdom, can these unknown sects obtain broader connections and resources, and embark on a period of rapid development.

But by then, they will be nothing more than dogs in the hands of high-ranking officials. They can die whenever they want. The monster evil god's raging in the Great Flame in those years made the people who grew up in this land naturally have their own feelings for the sect. One part resistance, one part vigilance.

However, the Taiping Religion is different.

The life sect alone is responsible for various responsibilities such as crop growth, medical treatment, and physical fitness. Self-sufficiency is not a problem, but others ask for their help. After all...how many people can escape from the process of birth, old age, sickness, and death?

In the countryside far away from the mobile city, the Four Gods Sect team only needs the life sect to treat illnesses, save people, recuperate and strengthen the body, and they can get a lot of local support, coupled with the precise calculations of the wisdom lineage, and the psychological hints of the spiritual sect...

With Qingquan Town as the center, people from all over the many farms outside the city voluntarily joined the Taiping Religion.

So what if there is a ban?

Can it help the elderly who are sick from overwork return to normal?Can the sick middle-aged man who is worse than death be able to stand up again?Can the crops in the field grow quickly and well?Can it provide free herbs, doctors, education, housing, protection, respect, and martial arts?

Lifeline is willing to treat illnesses and strengthen the body for free for believers. Whether they are terminally ill patients who are covered in malignant sores or even leaking pus, or chronic patients who have not been cured for a long time and have drained their wealth, they can cure them. These kind-hearted and powerful elders will also help Growing crops, treating illnesses of the elderly, and making prosthetic limbs for the injured;

The Courage Line is good at infrastructure construction. They will use the sketches provided by the Wisdom Line to build large houses to house civilians and guard their homes. Their martial arts are superb and they can kill infected creatures at will. They are also willing to teach their followers the martial arts unique to the Four Gods. .

On the one hand, the Wisdom Line is the teacher of the children, teaching them how to read and write, and also how to cast spells.

They can make the elderly sober, the middle-aged excited, the teenagers calm, and the young children smart. They tell them stories about the world and the sufferings of the world. They also develop various spells for daily life (dust removal, laundry, cleaning, etc.) etc.) are taught to believers so that they can free their hands from complicated family affairs.

The spiritual lineage is the best missionary. They will go deep into the inner world of believers, discover what they really need and want to know, and then discuss it with other believers to bring comfort to believers.

Even the punishments for murder and heart-breaking, the laws of the Yan Kingdom may not be as good as the punishments dropped from the air by the Four Gods - they can make a beauty turn white, make a strong man grow old, and make a traitor who tries to tell the truth involuntarily. , when he said it, he suddenly changed his tone and turned into a meeting of complaints, and was then waved out by the big shots who were impatient to hear what he said.

Then he couldn't help but return to the farm he had worked so hard to escape from, and turned gray-haired overnight, becoming the weakest and stupidest sinner.

He is still alive, but he is worse than dead.

Even everyone's hopes and fears about the Four Gods Religion can be controlled like a duck in water, making everyone believe from the bottom of their hearts that the Taiping Religion is the superior they rely on for their livelihood.

On the first day Wuyou entered Gouwucheng, the Taiping cultists who had entered the surrounding farms a week before him had touched many low-class people - these people had all walked out of their own farms and ran into Gouwucheng. People in my hometown don’t know them yet?

While Wu You carefully concealed the news and hid his identity, Hong Quan and Xia Chuan had already entered the Gouwucheng slums on the recommendation of villagers and were given homes by believers.

While Wu You was starving and continued to eat dry food to satisfy his hunger, Hong Quan had already begun secretly treating illnesses and saving people in the slum areas of Gouwucheng, preaching the sect, and bringing fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, eggs, tumor, and milk to comfort many believers.

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When Wu You had no choice but to follow the message left by Hong Quan to find them because his enemies were gaining traction in Gouwucheng, he found that the entire slum had become the base of the Taiping Sect, and people who came out from here occupied too much of Gouwucheng. There are too many positions that are not accepted by the upper class, and because of this, the Taiping Sect's informants...are all over Gouwucheng.

After all, even the city lord's palace must have a canteen, guards, and cleaning, right?

But are these jobs the "high-class" people in Gouwucheng are willing to do?

Only "low-class people" who come from bad backgrounds and have been trained and disciplined are willing to work for a meager salary and provide a clean and comfortable environment for the gentlemen as anonymous participants.

But the families of these people are all in the hands of the Taiping Sect. They can cure diseases that cannot be cured in medical clinics, they can provide fruits and vegetables that cannot be provided in the market, and they are willing to teach literacy and reading that children at home cannot get. But when they The family members are fully integrated into the Taiping Religion. Can they... still escape?

On Wu You's first night back, Hong Quan smiled and took out all the information about his enemies these days, allowing Li Boli, who wanted revenge, to take a closer look.

——This is no longer the era of slaves. Things like domesticated sons, who are no different from slaves, are also openly boycotted by Dayan. Even if they are overt and covert, they still have to keep a few fig leaves, right?

And these fig leaves can also be the birthplace of the viral spread of the Taiping Religion.

After all, you were beaten to a bloody head by the host, and it cost a lot of money and time to see a doctor or find a doctor. If someone secretly smiles and tells you that you can get free treatment, there will always be someone who will be moved, right?

So which life crawling in the dust can reject the Taiping Religion?

At least Wu You was not surprised when he saw the one-day schedule of Lord Gou Wu appearing in Hong Quan's hands.

"So, the story of the Saint Thief is about to unfold, what do you think?"

Hong Quan took the pulse of the last patient and sent the former critically ill patient to a happy life with a warm smile. After the healthy person left, he lay on a recliner donated by believers, rocking and asking questions.

The Liboli man silently prepared a glass of wine for him. After clinking their glasses, the two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

Chapter 155 The Thief Saint takes action

The story about the gambling battle between the descendants of Qianmen and the storyteller hadn't even gotten hot yet, but the people of Gouwucheng had received a gift from the descendants of Qianmen.

When the people who were struggling to survive in the slums woke up from their sleep and planned to practice their inner energy to inspire the four gods according to the rules of the Taiping Sect, they first saw the gift placed at the door:

Each household has three golden, square, and perfect little golden leaves.

Along with the gold leaf was a pure white note that said "a small gift from a new friend."

As for who this new friend is...

At first, people didn't know that the poor people in Gouwucheng who believed in the Taiping Sect even thought it was the welfare benefits provided by their own sect. When they met Hong Quan and other believers who were visiting at night, they couldn't help but ask about it.

Bishop Li Boli smiled and rejected this good opportunity to build his reputation:

"Take this opportunity to tell everyone that the Taiping Sect does not like to give gold leaves simply and crudely. We will only give real good things like food or medicine."

Who is it?

The discussion lasted until late at night, when someone realized one thing from the storyteller’s unconcerned provocation:

Isn't this a common tactic used by people from thousands of families to rob the rich and give to the poor?

boom--!

It was surprising to realize this. The gold leaf in hand was actually stolen money from Qianmen people, which made countless people fall into panic:

If the owner of the property comes to the door, they will have to give him away.

Is it?

As a result, various late-night shops opened around the slums were suddenly full of customers, and all kinds of supplies were in short supply. Flour, rice, millet, bread... anything edible was sold out that night.

So...how do these ghetto people get rich?

The clerk dazedly touched the large and shiny gold leaves on his hand over and over again, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He tested it many times, more than he thought was necessary. His lips and tongue were swollen from biting the gold leaves to test the content, but even so, these gold leaves still shone under the cold lights of the late-night store. A light that cannot be forgotten.

"..."

On this night, many people were greedy, and many people were firm in their hearts.

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"Slum shopping? What about procurement? Don't mention it yet! Is there any news about a miracle doctor?"

In the traditional mansion hidden in the eaves corner of the house, a middle-aged man with a beard impatiently interrupted the old housekeeper's report and asked about the most important purpose.

"Miracle doctor... Sir, we have found many doctors, but it is really hard to find a miracle doctor..."

The old housekeeper opened his mouth and said dejectedly.

"What did they say?" the middle-aged man frowned and asked.

"This..." The old housekeeper carefully looked at his master's words, and after getting his permission, he gritted his teeth and said: "They all said that those people are useless and have to recuperate for at least one or two years. Even if they continue to practice martial arts in the future, , and will never reach the level it once was!”

"!"

The host took a breath of air and turned to look at the old housekeeper in astonishment. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "What did you say? Say it again?"

"None of their injuries can be cured within a year or two, and even if they are cured, they won't be able to return to their peak!"

The old housekeeper spoke bravely and even added other instructions from the doctor:

"They were forced to activate their life potential using heavy techniques so that they could survive serious injuries and near death. However, because of the heavy techniques, they all suffered extremely serious internal injuries, which are difficult to treat!"

"How could this be, how could this be..."

The middle-aged man fell backwards tremblingly, struggling to push himself up on the expensive wooden chair in the lobby of the house, lying on the back of the chair and shaking his head: