This Taoist temple is in a dilapidated state, and the first dilapidated house used to be inhabited by beggars, but now it is even more crowded with victims. Zhang Yingchen entered from the mezzanine and went to the back. The Huoju Daoist was chopping wood, so he said hello hastily and went to the small courtyard where he lived.

The courtyard was not large, with stoves and charcoal piled on the dirt floor, and many jars and jars. The air was filled with the smell of vinegar charcoal and disinfectant water, Zhang Yingchen knew that the water had just passed through the water, and now the temperature rose quickly after the water receded, and the outbreak of infectious diseases was a matter of every minute - although his blood vessels were full of antibodies, it was better to be careful in the end.

The Ming and Qing dynasties greeted him back at the door of the room, and this young Taoist boy in Qingyun Temple had officially become his "disciple" in Hangzhou. After his careful training, he is now his reliable and capable assistant. He was also in charge of the initial training of the two Taoist students -- the Ming and Qing dynasties at least knew how to read and write.

"Master!" Ming Qing said respectfully.

"Come into the house and talk." Zhang Yingchen said.

The Ming and Qing dynasties were not officially naturalized people, so Zhang Yingchen had reservations about him. He only tried to instill in him the theories of Neo-Taoism and his own religious views, and by the way, he imparted medical knowledge. As for the senate for the benefit of mankind, he has not yet revealed. Zhang Yingchen only explained to him that he was a Taoist priest from Guangdong Province - Qiongzhou was also under the rule of Guangdong Province at that time anyway.

In the middle of the hall, there are bamboo plaques for medicinal herbs, guillotines for cutting medicines, medicinal mortars for pounding medicines, clay pots for boiling medicines, copper pots and charcoal, and there are so many places that it is almost impossible to settle down. In order to treat as many people as possible, in addition to the Chinese patent medicine and Western medicine brought from Lingao, many medicines were prepared locally by him.

Two young Taoist students sat on the kang in the room and selected medicinal herbs. They are all teenagers, their parents and relatives have died and separated in the disaster, and they are half starved to death.

When they saw him return, the two children immediately got down from the kang and bowed to him unskillfully.

"Okay, you guys go ahead with the gunpowder." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile, "How is it?" How many herbs do you recognize?"

"I only know more than a dozen ......," one of the children replied.

"Well, I don't use many medicinal herbs here, so it's hard for you to recognize more. Tomorrow, I will go to the crude medicine shop to pick up the medicine, and then the teacher will guide you on the spot to recognize a few more.

"Master Xiexie."

Now every day, in addition to teaching them to read and write in the Ming and Qing dynasties, Zhang Yingchen also takes the time to guide them to identify medicinal materials and memorize soup songs every day. Do some enlightenment in Chinese medicine. Overall, he was quite satisfied with these two children, and they were much stronger than the Daosheng he had gotten before.

However, these two children should not stay with him for a long time, they have not been purified, their bodies are relatively weak, and the local environment in Yizhou is complicated, so they have to try to arrange to send them away.

Zhang Yingchen took out a key from his waist and opened the door of the back room, which was his private room. He hid the most important things here, the so-called most important things, that is, some medicine and medical equipment. The most important of these are his writing potions and codebooks.

Entering the back room, Ming and Qing first reported the affairs of the family: how many words were taught to the two junior brothers, the progress of medicine, who came to Zhang Yingchen, and what abnormal things outside the door were all returned to Ming.

The most suspicious thing is that there are three or four strange beggars who come in the outermost part of the Taoist temple, they are not as weak and withered as the others, but they are full of energy. He doesn't often go out to beg. Sometimes stay at the door. One of them also often wanders near the back door of the Taoist temple.

"Well, you're doing a great job." Zhang Yingchen praised him and said, "We are strangers here, so be more careful." You go out first. ”

He locked the door and lit the lamp. The window guards had been lowered, and the room was pitch black. Seven or eight days earlier, a death threat had fallen in his yard with crooked words - he could not afford to be careless.

Zhang Yingchen had read a large number of Taoist materials before, and also dabbled in many classics, incision materials and research papers of various folk religions and secret societies in the late Ming Dynasty. However, he deeply felt that the historical information was too limited for more than half a month...... The situation he faced was more complex and difficult to grasp than the book recounts.

In his possession alone, there were more than a dozen secret societies in the area that took advantage of the famine to carry out missionary activities and develop organizations to buy people's hearts.

Some of them he had never heard of.

Zhang Yingchen touched the pistol holster under his ribs: a glock19 pistol can go to the Li District without any weapons, whether it is a Li or a Miao person, he will not kill people at will, let alone kill a doctor. But the Lunan region is a hornet's nest at the moment -- both the Foreign Intelligence Service and Zhao Yinggong oppose his solo activities in states and counties with no logistical support.

What's more, his current actions are suspected of "ulterior motives" for both the government and those secret religious societies. If you don't be too careful, it's a matter of seconds to die. Zhang Yingchen sometimes admires himself as a person of "faith", he used water to dissolve a special writing medicine, and then dipped a brush in it to write quickly.

The letter was addressed to Zhao Yinggong, and Zhang Yingchen was anxious to know how he was doing in Qilu. Has there been a relatively stable base - not only did he have the manpower to transport it, but he was also anxious to get supplies of medicinal chalk from Zhao Yinggong's channels.

He blew dry the first letter he had written, and then wrote something inconsequential with a brush in the intervals of the ciphertext.

After the letter was written, it was sealed and sealed with a tarpaulin. Tomorrow he is going to personally send it to a store in the city, and every three or four days, there will be men from that store to Linqing to deliver letters and errands, and he can do it for a little money. The guy arrived at Linqing and handed the letter to the local Qiwei stack. Qiweizhan was sent by pigeons, and within three or four days the letters could reach Hangzhou, and then they were sent out by telegram. Within a week, Zhao Yinggong and Lingao would be able to know the contents of his letter.

Although this teleportation speed is god-fast on this plane, it is still unimaginably slow for the Patriarchs. And there are too many uncertainties.

Zhang Yingchen has no other way, this is not the place to deploy the Five Elements and Five Merchants and the Black Dragon Society. The closest liaison station to him was Linqing, an important shipping town in Ludi on the Grand Canal.

The second letter was a little more cautious, not only did he use a writing potion, but he also converted it into a password before writing. This is a very sensitive letter about the idea and jihua of how to carry out further activities in Qilu. Except for his deputy, Dai Yi, and the head of the religious office, he didn't want anyone else to know about it for the time being, and as an independent department, the New Taoism had its own code book -- just like the Lingao Church. However, He Ying, as the director of the religious office, has the code book of the two of them.

In fact, in Zhang Zhangjiao's mind, there is a bigger and more intense jihua. The letter talks about the targeted Jihua of the Dengzhou Rebellion:

"Lao Dai, see the words as faces:

As Operation Engine unfolds, as members of the glorious Senate, you and I must make all the preparations we can for the Dengzhou Rebellion. Given the time constraints, it is difficult to maximize population transfers by relying solely on indigenous bureaucrats. Therefore, I refer to the incident of the biography of the Queen Mother of the West during the reign of Emperor Wai in the "Five Elements of the Book of Han", and feel that it is necessary to take advantage of the folk religion and the worship of the childless old mother that have become widespread in the Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong, and Henan regions, and create panic and the legend of the holy ship that rescued all beings at sea a little in advance. I also conveyed this opinion to the Great Library and Information Department, and I think this Jihua has some value for the engine operation. However, the uncertainty is just as worrying, please talk to Yu Eshui on my behalf, and Director Zhao, in my opinion, no one will be more interested in this Jihua than him......"

There are some words that Zhang Yingchen did not mention in his private messages, such as how many tragedies will be caused by the blind outbreak of civil riots, obviously, Zhang Yingchen deliberately ignored this part. It is no wonder that he did not mention the use of New Taoism as a tool to spread rumors and guide public opinion, and in the eyes of Zhang Zhangjiao, this kind of dirty work is better left to folk religions that are destined to be banned.

When he finished writing this paragraph, Zhang Yingchen felt a little hesitant, and he felt that He Ying was likely to do his best to oppose his Jihua. In this jihua, he personally takes great risks, and if something happens, it is difficult for Lao He to bear it as the head of the department.

No matter what, he thought, in order to get more population, it is necessary to make Qilu more chaotic. At least in the intelligence and civil affairs departments, there is still a lot of support for his idea. However, with his current tragic execution, he himself has countless hearts about how much effect he can have.

"No one can do anything!" Zhang Yingchen was heartbroken and thought of the boys around the porridge field again!

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but get his blood boiling. Why don't you just recruit seventeen or eighteen to come back! Anyway, they can be sent directly to Linqing, and let the ships of Qiweizhan transport them back to the river.

Then, at the end of the letter, he asked Lao Dai to send a few reliable people in Qilu who could speak good official dialect and were reliable in faith among the Taoist students who were currently being trained. In addition, he also added a few words, asking Dai Yi to try to get a few powerful dart masters or people from the special investigation team to "help" in Qilu.

Especially to keep yourself safe.

After writing the letter, he got up and stretched his waist, and paced outside to watch the Taoists process medicinal herbs. The "epidemics" after the flood are almost all intestinal infectious diseases, and the medicine is simple. Most of the medicinal herbs processed by the Taoists were made up. In addition, he also has a special effect of "antidiarrheal medicine" in his hand.