Jingchu Province, Tanzhou, outside Nongxiang County, in a village.

"Oh, kill a thousand knives, how can there be anyone who comes to the door to rob money in broad daylight, and is there any royal law?" A woman cloaked in a cloak, desperately clutched a package and pulled it into the courtyard.

Behind the woman was a simple farmer, holding an infant baby in his hand, who wanted to help, but he did not dare, and cowardly hid in the shadow of the door frame.

Duweifu, who was pestering with this woman, pulled hard, snorted, and the package in the woman's hand shattered, revealing a corner of yellow cloth.

The woman's face suddenly turned pale, and her voice became a little sharper.

A fanzi dressed in ordinary people's clothes stepped forward with a sad smile, picked up the fabric and asked, "What is this?" ”

The woman's eyes rolled, and she immediately changed her face, and stepped forward with a smile: "This is a new dress made for us to run the house, and it will be my father's birthday in a few days, isn't this going to my mother's house." The son-in-law came to the door to pay homage to his birthday and dressed better, so that the father and mother could rest assured. ”

This fan sneered: "Yes, how can I look at it, it looks like the hundred Buddha clothes of Maitreya?" ”

The woman's expression changed slightly, but she quickly changed, almost in a flash, and said in a pinched voice: "Hey, what kind of hundred Buddha clothes, our family doesn't believe in that monk." ”

At this time, the man under the door frame burst into tears, crying and shouting: "I said earlier, this thing is harmful, you have to follow them... You..."

The corner of Fanzi's mouth smiled, his hand raised slightly, and said, "Take it away!" ”

The woman showed a hint of gloom and said viciously, "Who are you?" ”

Duwei Mansion had already stepped forward, tied up the husband and wife, took the lead in holding the child, touched the woman's cheek, and said with a smile: "Hehe, you will know when the time comes, take it away!" ”

A few fans didn't speak, they were surprisingly silent, and they walked out with a family of three.

The captain's house who led the team lifted the baby's wrap in swaddling clothes, and his eyes became even more ugly.

On the chest of this little baby, some strange characters are drawn, and on his close-fitting clothes, there are also obscure symbols.

The kidnapped man complained about his wife and begged bitterly.

"Don't pretend, what about the child's parents?" The fan who led the team asked: "You are not a family of three at all, this is the young child you are going to use for the living sacrifice, right?" What about the child's parents? ”

The man who had been crying all the time, as soon as his crying stopped, his whole momentum changed, and his face was gloomy and asked, "Who are you, why are you so clear about the affairs of the sect?" ”

The people of the Duwei Mansion have long figured out the rules of Maitreya's teaching, and after they snatched the child as a sacrifice, they will definitely not leave the lives of the child's parents.

After Yang Lin gave the order, the entire Governor's Mansion changed from a spy agency supervising hundreds of officials to a vanguard in the eradication of the cult.

took two people to a ruined temple, and the temple looked dilapidated from the outside.

Inside, a few more steps, but it becomes another world.

Dozens of people came and went, few people chatted together, and everyone was unusually busy.

The hall was quite spacious, and a middle-aged scribe was looking at the pile of official documents piled up on the table. His face is quite elegant and handsome, it is Yin Muhong.

These fans stepped forward and clenched their fists to tell them about the two people they caught.

Yin Muhong touched the beard on his chin and said softly: "Now it seems that this Maitreya Sect is slowly approaching the Ming Sect. Many remnants of the Ming Sect threw themselves into Maitreya and began to deliberately merge the teachings of the two cults. The reincarnation of King Ming and the reincarnation of Maitreya are all the way to the devil at first glance. Shaozai is right, if you don't start cutting these two, sooner or later it will be another disaster of Fang La's rebellion. ”

This time he stepped forward and asked, "Lift, what should we do?" ”

Yin Muhong stood up and said, "Interrogate their comrades, peel off the cocoon, and check step by step." ”

As soon as the words fell, a fan from outside came in, stomped his feet and said: "Lift, do it, those two thieves who just caught themselves bit their tongues and committed suicide." ”

Yin Muhong's expression was tight, his eyebrows were high, and he wrote on the desk: The matter is serious, I hope that Shaozai will send more people, and do not make Fang La's old things happen again.

After writing it, he sealed it with lacquer, handed it to a personal soldier behind him, and said, "Be sure to hand it over to Shaozai as soon as possible." ”

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In Shuozhou Mansion, Yang Lin rode a horse and inspected the ancient city.

This place was not affected by the war, and after Yelu Dashi left, the Khitans stationed in the local area returned to the Great Song Dynasty with interest.

This place is located in the upper reaches of the Sanggan River, adjacent to the Mongolian tribes in the northwest, the Yanmen Pass in the south, the geomorphological outline is generally the north, west and south surrounded by mountains, the mountain is higher, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Before the Spring and Autumn Period, it was inhabited by the ethnic minority Beidi. During the Warring States period, it was included in the territory of the Zhao State. Despite this, there are still a lot of people living here, and there are people of all ethnic groups.

Behind Yang Lin were the flattering leaders of the Qiang tribes, as well as the Uighur leaders. These people regard Yang Lin as the main thing, even if they meet the officials of the Great Song Dynasty, they will not behave like this.

Just because all their interests are firmly controlled by Yang Lin, Yang Lin can make a small tribe become the true king of the northwest with a single word.

At this time in the northwest, the strong man is king, and there is no such thing as integrity in the Central Plains.

Although they are fierce, they are still the same as the slave patriarchs in their bones, and they are a little flattering to the people who control them.

When the plague arrived here, it stopped abruptly, because this place was the upper reaches of the river, and the terrain was high and the wind could not blow, so the Jurchens did not fight here, so it became a rare pure land in the clouds.

Yang Lin was very satisfied, there was a happy scene everywhere, merchants came and went, and people of all ethnic groups filled the streets with all kinds of shops. The depression in the cloud for many days was swept away, and Yang Lin expanded his chest, and his interest was quite high.

"The opening of the trade route in the Western Regions is indeed powerful, you see that this is what the entire cloud will look like in the future."

As soon as Yang Lin said it casually, a group of leaders and patriarchs immediately rushed to echo him.

At dusk, as the sky darkens, the sound of drums accompanied by laughter in a Uighur tribe on the outskirts of the city is heard.

There is a bonfire in a clearing in the forest, around which dozens of men and women gather and laugh and dance.

There were quite a few handsome teenagers in the crowd, beating the sheng and flirting with their eyebrows. The dancing posture of several women is even more enchanting, their steps are light, like flying white cranes lingering softly, fluttering long sleeves like light clouds around them, dazzling. Their patriarch sat beside Yang Lin and smiled from ear to ear.

Yang Shaozai was tired of shopping, and he happened to go to his own tribe, wouldn't it be a great thing.

The patriarch of the Nightfall tribe was half-squatting, personally cutting strips of meat for Yang Lin and patiently sprinkling salt. is to serve his father, but I am afraid that he has never been so attentive.

With his head resting on his hands, he looked at the bright sky and the stars were shining. Yang Lin was relaxed and happy, and secretly said that if the world was peaceful, it would be good to enjoy this kind of time all day long.

By the moonlight bonfire, a woman sat on the ground, with a piano in front of her, her sleeves folded between her arms, revealing two snow-like arms, the corners of her lips slightly curled, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the melody of music.

Yang Lin turned to one side and happened to see this scene, the woman was barefoot, stepping on the soft grass. The feet are as white as frost, and sometimes a slight tiptoe reveals the delicate soles of the feet.

His eyes lit up, and when he looked up, he saw that his body was soft and charming, the bridge of his nose was high, and his facial features were beautiful and exquisite, full of the charm of Uighur beauties.

Beside her, there was also a younger grade, who looked extremely intimate. A slender figure, a pair of slender thighs with a small waist and plump buttocks, tempting nosebleeds; The other is petite and delicate, like a girl who has not yet grown up.

The two of them played the huqin together, and they had a tacit understanding, laughing at each other from time to time. The people around them all looked at them, and there seemed to be stars in their eyes, especially the young guys in the clan.

It is conceivable that these are the two little princesses of this tribe, and they must be the focus of the stars holding the moon.

"One plus one, equals infinity?" Yang Lin muttered softly.

Then, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Pointing to the bonfire over there, Yang Lin asked, "Night... What patriarchs. ”

"Back to Shaozai, the villain is the patriarch of the Yeluo tribe, and he begs for cold at night." The Nightfall Patriarch hurriedly replied with a smile.

"What a broken name, begging for food is not just a beggar, and it is also homophonic and desolate."

The Yeluo patriarch was not angry but happy, and lay on the ground and said, "If the villain has this blessing, ask the young ruler to give him a name." ”

Yang Lin said: "You will be surnamed Yang with me in the future, and you will be called Yang Ye." ”

The patriarch of this small tribe, for fear that Yang Lin would regret it, quickly knelt down and said: "Yang Ye Xie Shaozai gave the name." ”

Yang Lin snorted, pretending to be careless and pointing to the distance and asking, "Who are those two girls?" ”

Yang Ye looked back and said with a smile: "It's the villain's two daughters... Oh, no, it's Yang Mo'er and Yang Qin'er. ”

Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder twice and said, "It's not early, I'll go rest first." ”

Yang Ye, who had just received a new surname, was nervous and excited, his face was red as if he was drunk, and he clenched his fists and waved: "Ancestor bless, the opportunity for our nightfall department is here!" ”