The room is small, the window is small, and a ray of sunlight flows obliquely through the window.

As soon as Zhou Fan settled down, his spiritual power sensed that there seemed to be three lines connecting him in the southeast.

While restoring mental power, spiritual power spreads along one of the lines.

"Boom"

This line seems to be a time-space channel, and in an instant, the scenery in Zhou Fan's mind changes.

It seems to have become a cell, and inside the human body, it is surrounded by cell tissue.

Cells begin to connect with other cells, and in the blink of an eye, all the cells in the body are connected.

There has been a subtle change in the mental power produced by the cells in this person's body.

So much so that although Zhou Fan couldn't control it, he could use his spiritual power to perceive this person and the scenery around him.

This person is Zhao Mao, I saw that he was in a spacious living room, gorgeous but not vulgar, rattan beds, small couches, Zen chairs, antiques, bonsai, vases, no vulgar things.

The whole person sat cross-legged on the couch and practiced the exercises with his eyes closed.

"His Royal Highness King Kang. ”

An old voice came from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Mao's eyes widened, his thoughts turned, and he remembered that this was Fu Bo's voice.

Hurriedly walked down from the couch, knelt on the ground, and said reverently to the empty room: "I don't know what the immortals commanded." ”

Zhou Fan just wanted to try if he could talk remotely, and seeing that he was so respectful to himself, it was hard to say that he was experimenting.

"Just reply in your heart.

In recent days, clouds and rain have been spreading, and the drought in the north has been resolved.

I also hope that His Royal Highness King Kang will resettle the displaced people well. ”

"Xiao Wang obeys the will of the immortals. Zhao Mao said in his heart.

Half a sound, seeing that no sound came, Zhao Maocai, who was prostrating, slowly got up, and his heart was very excited.

The immortals are really powerful, not only can they cast clouds and rain, but even this method of transmitting sound is directly aimed at people's hearts, so that they dare not have a trace of distracting thoughts.

Zhou Fan withdrew his mental power and tried the other two lines.

After a while, Zhou Fan, who looked embarrassed, withdrew his mental power.

It is estimated that it should be the reason why he sent the cells into the three of them, so that he can observe the situation of the three people from thousands of miles away.

It can also transmit sound to it for thousands of miles, and if it is asleep at night, it uses spiritual power to perform soul transfer, isn't it a legendary dream......

But people who are about to enter the ground, have nothing to do to peep into the privacy of juniors, too old and disrespectful, and it is better to use it less in the future.

It's better to think about how to move forward next, after all, there is no way, and you have to rely on yourself to find a way.

In the early morning of the next day, after a while, the eastern sky turned from white to yellow, from yellow to red, and ten thousand golden rays of light pierced through the rose-red rainbow, sprinkling a layer of broken gold on the surface of the river, and with the microwave ripples, like a golden snake dancing.

Zhao Mao was high-spirited, he didn't sleep all night yesterday, he thought about it repeatedly in his heart, and he always felt that he had a fate with immortals.

As long as you treat the people well, you will definitely be able to be introduced into the immortal path by the immortals in the future.

Hurriedly gathered Hua Kui, Zhiwen, Nan Yuanfeng, Hou Baoliang and others in the palace.

Now that there is a great drought in the north, and the Jin State is constantly harassing the border, the imperial court no longer has the energy to pay attention to itself.

The six gates of Hangzhou are also firmly controlled by themselves, and the news that they do not want the imperial court to know cannot be spread.

He and Hua Kui no longer need to wear masks, and most of the Sun and Moon Gang are managed by Hou Baoliang and Nan Yuanfeng.

In the palace hall, Zhao Mao sat on the main seat, Hua Kui still stood obediently behind him, and the rest of the people sat down in turn.

Zhao Mao took a sip of fragrant tea and said in a deep voice: "Now that the drought is gone, how should we resettle these displaced people." ”

Zhiwen and Nan Yuanfeng are both pure martial artists, and they don't know how to govern people's livelihood.

Hua Sunflower can only write some poems and songs, plus embroidery, and she doesn't know anything about such political affairs.

The three of them all looked at Hou Baoliang, Hou Baoliang thought about it carefully, and arched his hand: "This placement is divided into peace of mind and peace of mind.

It is easy to settle down, King Kang's fiefdom of Hangzhou, and there are many borderless places outside the city, which can make the victims open up the wasteland to grow grain.

Hou has already investigated that the Champa rice planted by most of the people in Hangzhou can be harvested twice a year, so it is better to distribute rice seeds to these disaster victims, so that they can plant Champa rice and have a harvest in half a year.

However, this Champa rice needs to be flooded with water, so we might as well organize the victims to build water conservancy during the slack period, and give the workers who work to help the disaster.

Solve the difficulty of food and clothing in this half year.

In addition, during this great drought, many people died, and the bodies were hastily buried, and the weather was very hot, which could easily cause plague, so it was best to cremate the corpses.

However, this point needs to be discussed with the family of the deceased.

As far from their homeland and their customs are out of step with the locals, the most appropriate way to reassure them is to build their faith.

I have a great Song Dynasty Taoism as the state religion, but Taoism advocates seclusion practice, and I am afraid that it is a little uncomfortable.

Buddhism pays attention to monasticism and does not give birth, which is also incompatible.

Why don't we set up a new sect, pay attention to self-improvement, and encourage the people to work. ”

When Zhao Mao heard this, he felt that what Hou Baoliang said was very reasonable, and after thinking about it in his heart, he ordered: "Hua Kui, this matter will be handled by you and Mr. Hou."

Zhiwen, you find a few clever and eloquent people from the army to go on a mission.

The doctrine of this sect is first of all to persuade people to be good, to give them hope, and by the way, to add a little more, to be cremated after death.

Every member of the sect who joins the sect is given an acre of wasteland for reclamation, plus a load of grain and a new coat.

This name is called Mingjiao. ”

Everyone was ordered to go to do it, and there was no leader in the Ming Sect, but Hua Kui served as the holy woman, Nan Yuanfeng and Hou Baoliang served as the left and right light envoys, and dozens of sergeants who could speak the Tao as preachers.

Stars are set in the deep blue night sky.

In a huge wasteland outside Hangzhou, a temporary canopy, Hua Kui is dressed in plain white, with a light veil on her face, standing in the middle of the stage, standing on the left and right Nanyuan Peak and Hou Baoliang.

A blazing flame burned in the center of the clearing, burning the bodies of the dead.

Around the fire were circles of people with their eyes closed, their knees on the ground, their hands clasped together, and their chests on their chests, praying sincerely.

These victims were all members of the Ming Sect, and they were uniformly dressed in black uniforms with the sun and moon on their chests.

"Burn my body, a raging fire. There is no joy in life, and there is no pain in death. For the sake of good and evil, only the light is the cause. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. ”

At this moment, a chaotic footstep sounded, and I saw a group of figures in the distance marching here.

Dozens of people in cloth clothes stood in a row, bamboo sticks constantly tapping on the ground, making a gap in the middle, and several leaders walked to the front.

"Elder Gou, it's this group of people who bewitch the crowd all day long, so that my beggar gang can't even recruit a few people. A young beggar dressed in coarse linen clothes with two cloth bags hanging from his waist pointed to Hua Kui and others on the stage.