In a dilapidated small county town, the earthy yellow city wall and the flag fluttering in the wind.

Many large families in the county town have closed their doors tightly, and some have even asked their servants to carry things to block the doors.

Even the magistrate and the lord were trembling, unable to say a word, as if something terrible had happened outside.

It's strange, there are not many people on the streets in this small county on weekdays, but today there are surprisingly many people, men and women get together.

Although they were all ragged and thin-skinned, they were in unusually good spirits, and they were talking around and didn't know what they were doing.

"The court is angry, and the killing is heavy, so that the Central Plains is ruined, the three Buddhas can't bear it, and the end of the third period of the catastrophe fell to the emperor Lao'er, which is a return to the source!"

A donkey-faced scribe, with a black and white feather fan in his hand and a square hat on his head, swayed, and as he spoke, he looked at several yamen servants in the crowd, and his eyes were round, and he shouted:

"Why don't you put down the butcher's knife as soon as possible and repent?! Attributed to the three Buddhas of Mahayana, follow my incense and smell the great teaching, punish the tyranny early, and return to the source!! ”

The two officials immediately became the target of the public, and one of them did not feel anything, laughed a few times, drew his waist knife, pointed at the man who looked like a scribe, and shouted:

"The bullshit Eastern Mahayana religion is just a cult! Don't believe in this dog's bewitchment, isn't it good to go home and live a peaceful life!? ”

The scribe sneered: "Tell me, it seems that you are already a hopeless sin, the three Buddhas have passed on the word to me, you can't join the religion unless you kill them!" ”

After the scribe finished speaking, the eyes of the crowd looking at the messenger suddenly changed, and many people had quietly grabbed their sticks and hoes and approached the messenger.

"You, what are you going to do!?"

"Don't break the king's law, I don't want to kill people to make an example!!"

The scribe continued to sneer, and waved the feather fan in his hand, only to see him solemnly raise his left hand, put his two fingers together, and deduct a four-like palm print, only to hear a loud 'click'.

"Wang Fa!? It's a joke! All places are so miserable, all living beings are destroyed, this is the sin of the emperor and the sins of the court! ”

Several banners and banners suddenly stood up, shining with green light, and the two dozen or so incense smellers who had long been hidden in the crowd around them also sat down cross-legged and chanted incantations along with the scribe.

"The three Buddhas of the Eastern Mahayana smell the fragrance of the great teaching, the magic power is boundless, the gods and demons are dispelled, and the world is bright!" The more the scribe read it, the brighter and more dazzling the green on the surrounding banners became.

"The three Buddhas of the Eastern Mahayana, the magic power is boundless, the three tribulations descend into the world, return to the source!"

"The three Buddhas of the Eastern Mahayana, the magic power is boundless, the three tribulations descend into the world, return to the source!"

Suddenly, some people clasped their hands together and kept bowing, and even one of the two errand servants put the waist knife in his hand on the ground and read it, and many people knelt in a circle, and when they saw this scribe's practice, they were all frightened, thinking that this person was about to fly into an immortal.

In the end, only the first yamen officer was left with a knife and kept retreating, and when he turned his head and was about to run, suddenly a middle-aged man waved over with a hoe and smashed it on the back of the officer's head impartially.

When the servant woke up, he found himself firmly tied to a platform, surrounded by a circle of firewood, and he was about to be burned alive.

The officer looked around in horror, and saw that several of the officers from the yamen were also sitting cross-legged, and shouted:

"You guys save me, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Seeing that the scribe with the torch was getting nearer and nearer, the messenger cried out:

"Daxian, Daxian, I was wrong! The power of the three Buddhas is boundless, the Mahayana Eastern religion is eternal, I am a teacher, I am a teacher!! ”

The scribe shook his head slowly, threw the torch on the firewood without hesitation, listened to the screams of the messenger, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and sneered.

"If you don't die, how can anyone else believe it."

......

The journey to Henan is really boring, there is not much space in the cabin, and there is no training, there is no way, everyone can only lie there and sleep.

However, Wang Zheng couldn't sleep all night, firstly, he always felt panicked in the cabin, the more he slept, the hotter he became, and the more he sweated, secondly, he was also thinking in his heart whether the purpose of this trip could be achieved.

Originally, Ninghai salt had opened up the salt road, and the price of green salt was soaring and the price was soaring, and he could already return to Ninghai after his success, but Wang Zheng did not do this, but instead walked along the river and came to the boundary of Henan.

In the end, Wang Zheng simply didn't sleep, and stood on the bow of the boat blowing the breeze, which was cool and refreshing, and his mood was much more comfortable.

Whether there is a person like Li Yan in Qixian County, whether the red lady is real, these Wang Zheng have no bottom in their hearts, even if they all exist, then whether they have taken refuge in Li Zicheng now, if they have already voted, it would be a pity.

Suddenly, Wang Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly, when did he become such a mother-in-law, just go, whether there is or not, in fact, it is nothing.

Wang Zheng rarely saw any people along the way, and many small counties and villages were empty, and everything was as if they were dead everywhere.

In some places, ghost fires have even been seen, which is like hell on earth.

That afternoon, Wang Zheng's fleet moved slowly, while he still stood at the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands blowing the wind.

Others are also standing on the board of the boat and looking around, the river at this moment seems extraordinarily quiet, and the breeze is gently blowing on the cheeks, which also brings a rare enjoyment to everyone.

"What's that?"

"Firelight!"

"Something is on fire!"

Suddenly, someone on the board of the boat pointed to the distance and shouted, Wang Zheng turned his head to see that there was indeed a raging fire in the direction of Qixian, and black smoke rose from the sky.

At this time, the accompanying soldiers and salt Ding also found out, and they all rushed out to watch, Dong Youyin and Xing Yidao looked over together, and they also felt a little curious.

Fan Ruohai took a closer look, frowned and suddenly said:

"Maybe it's the Wenxiang Sect, General, let's go back according to the small one, the salt is sold out, what are you doing in Henan, where birds don't, what do you want to do in Henan, you provoke the Wenxiang Sect, but the gains outweigh the losses!"

Wang Zheng naturally couldn't tell them what he thought, but his face was upright, and he said lightly:

"Smell the incense? What is that. ”

When it comes to the Wenxiang Sect, Fan Ruohai gasped, its reputation in Shandong, Henan and other places is too great, and many local civil and military officials are unwilling to provoke it.

Wenxiang Sect also calls itself the Eastern Mahayana Sect, which originated in the Wanli period.

It is rumored that Wang Sen of Shifokou in Luanzhou, Hebei Province claimed to save a fox, and the fox had a spirit, and gave it away from its tail, which was fragrant.

Wang Sen called on the disciples in this name, and many people attached to him, and Wang Sen called himself the leader of the incense sect, which is also the origin of the name.

During the Chongzhen period, the incense sect spread all over Hebei, Shandong, Jiangxi, Jin, Henan, Qin, and Sichuan, believing in the Buddha of the lamp, the Buddha of Shakya, and the Buddha of the future, which was the three Buddhas.

The incense sect preaches that the end of the three calamities has arrived, claiming that returning to the source is the meaning of the three Buddhas.

The largest rebellion of the Wenxiang Sect was in the second year of the Apocalypse, when the Wenxiang Sect leader Xu Hongru claimed to be the Emperor of Zhongxing Fulie, and the Jianyuan 'Mahayana Xingsheng', in a vain attempt to open a national dynasty, the Emperor of the Apocalypse issued an edict to suppress it, and was immediately defeated.

Listening to Fan Ruohai's words full of jealousy, Wang Zheng's face still did not change, and he was calm as usual.

Because in his opinion, this is just a cult organization, and even from the perspective of people at this time, the Wenxiang Sect and even the White Lotus Sect are a civil force that can be used, which can be used and driven, but it must not be allowed to develop its power to the point that it is beyond his control.

If it is to achieve the purpose of exploitation, it must be curbed everywhere.