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What happened next was more and more like a dream. Seeing that Zhu Laofu did not refuse the refuge of Mr. Su and others, the neighbors who had been hiding before and didn't know where to go also found red cloths to cover their heads, walked out with door latches, and blocked the entrance of the workshop.

In order to prove that they were accomplices of the other Red Turban soldiers in the city, they did not hesitate to carry the bodies of Ma Kongmu, Mr. Li and the slain soldiers to the mouth of the fangzi and hung them directly on the branches of nearby trees to show their "righteous deeds".

This trick really worked, and several men with red cloth on their heads came closer, and when they saw the corpse hanging at the entrance of the fang and Mr. Su and others who were waiting with weapons in hand, they immediately turned around and killed other people. From beginning to end, no one asked about the "Red Turban Army" in Mule and Horse Lane.

No one who can sneak into the yamen to do supernumerary errand work is a stupid person, and now the method of fishing in troubled waters is really effective, and all the white officers and small prisoners immediately began to sneak out separately to pick up their relatives and friends to take refuge. The neighbors of Mule Horse Lane are not monkeys jumping out of the cracks in the stones, and everyone inevitably has a few relatives and friends. In order to protect his relatives and friends from being affected by the rebellion, he also ran out with a red cloth and "extended grace" in the name of Zhu Tang Master of the Great Wisdom Branch of the Maitreya Sect.

By the time the "Master of Zhu Hall" recovered a little bit from the shock, not only the Mule and Horse Lane behind him had become his territory, but the adjacent Brick and Tile Lane, Chai Tan Lane, Kushui Lane, Straw Shoes Lane, Donkey Lane and most of the Artisan Alley had also become the "sphere of influence" of the Maitreya Sect's Great Wisdom Branch. Almost all of the five or six hundred households in it, whether poor or poor, joined the Maitreya religion and became faithful followers. Following behind his Zhu Hall Master, he recited the Maitreya Reincarnation Sutra that Mr. Su improvised and vowed to "expel the darkness and welcome the light!" ”

That night, the rebels fought fiercely with the officers and soldiers in the streets, and the ruffians took advantage of the fire to loot. In the chaos, I don't know how many thatched houses and blue brick courtyards were lit into torches, and I don't know how innocent people lost their lives in a daze. The Wicker Slope Erfang Mule and Horse Lane and several nearby alleys are surprisingly peaceful. Only seven or eight corpses, including Kongmu Ma Hama and the archer Mr. Li, hung on the trees in a daze, warning those who tried to fight and make money to stay away from this place, and not to lose their lives in the hands of Master Zhu.

And Zhu Laofu, who was pushed as a talisman by Mr. Su and the people in the nearby streets and alleys, never found a chance to explain the truth to the rebels. By the time it was dark, the shouting and killing around him gradually subsided, and he didn't have to explain it to anyone. The soldiers of the Red Turban Army under the command of Sesame Li Er gave him enough face as "Master Zhu Tang". If he turns his face and doesn't admit it now, hehe, the result can be imagined!

Zhu Dapeng's nerves were very coarse, otherwise he would not dare to hurt people without figuring out what he was in the virtual world and the real world. Now that he was pretending to be the deputy hall master of the Maitreya Sect, he thought for a moment and simply admitted it......

However, he refused to be confused for the rest of his life. first cleaned the arrow wound on his shoulder with spit, and then pointed his finger at Mr. Su, who was automatically regarded as the second person by the people besides himself, and ordered in a low voice, "That Su, Mr. Su, right?!" Sit down and tell me who the hell am I?! ”

After the threat of death faded away, Mr. Su also realized that most things were wrong tonight. But this person was unwilling to admit that he was the initiator of a series of misunderstandings, so he turned sideways and took two steps towards Zhu Laofu, who he knew, squeezed his eyes and reiterated, "Master, you are telling jokes again." This neighborhood is all around, who doesn't know that you are the master of the Maitreya Sect's Great Wisdom Hall. We have long been of the same mind as the government, so no one went to the government to complain. If you don't believe me, ask a few of them! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the whites and the little prisoners around him. Those white officers and small prisoners, who usually bowed down to Mr. Su and other archers, became grasshoppers on a rope at this moment, and they were even more obedient. They all nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes!" Master Zhu, have you forgotten? You have been burning incense at home to worship Maitreya, and we all know it. I've been hiding it for you! ”

"Fart!" Zhu Dapeng frowned and scolded. "If I were the hall master of the Maitreya Sect, you would be my incense master, master, and safflower stick!"

"Xie Zhu Hall Master gave the seal!" Mr. Su secretly glanced at him again, and led all the white soldiers and the little prisoners to kneel down, and threw themselves to the ground.

"your grandma!" Zhu Dapeng was so angry that he raised a kick and kicked Mr. Su on the heel. "You are Hall Master Zhu, and your whole family is Hall Master Zhu!"

"Hall Master, spare your life!" Mr. Su rolled on the ground, and immediately knelt up again, his head like pounding garlic. "Lord Shrine Lord, spare your life! The villain doesn't mean to snoop on your location! The villain really doesn't! ”

"Get out!" Zhu Dapeng kicked the other party again, knowing that he was the hall master of the Maitreya Sect today. Gritting his teeth, he decided to put the topic aside for the time being, "Lao Tzu didn't ask you what the hall master is or not. Lao Tzu is asking, who is Lao Tzu?! Tell me everything you know! Hemp slippery! ”

"You, you are the hall master of the Great Wisdom Hall, Zhu Eighty-one!" Mr. Su raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Zhu Lao'er's face, and responded in a low voice. Seeing that the other party's eyebrows were about to stand up again, he immediately remembered that this person had been knocked unconscious by the same baggage forty-seven in the yamen with an iron ruler, and quickly moved his body back a few feet away, and explained in a loud voice, "The adult is angry, and the villain remembers it, and remembers it." You have just been eminated by Maitreya Buddha, and your mind is so consumed that you have forgotten your worldly identity. Later, the villain will go to Hu Langzhong's house to catch a soothing medicine for you."

"Don't be verbose, hurry up and say who am I?!" Zhu Dapeng didn't like Mr. Su's way of talking around and around, so he glared at this person fiercely and urged loudly.

"Yes, yes!!" Mr. Su shuddered again and stammered, "Your old common name is Zhu Eighty-one, who fled from the north at the beginning of his life."

He explained at length for a long time, and Zhu Dapeng finally understood a little. I seem to have won the grand prize of the 21st century, and I have a ticket to cross the bus. It's still a soul crossing, the kind that goes and has no return.

"God, why are you playing with me like this!" Zhu Dapeng, who was holding Zhu Lao's fussy body, pressed his forehead with his hand, and his eyes were dark......

As a technical nerd who often reads online novels, Zhu Dapeng does not refuse to accept such a thing as crossing. However, what he really couldn't accept was that the treatment he received after crossing was so far different from his peers who had crossed. neither worshiped the emperor nor was his father who was an official backstage, and he also traveled to the end of the Yuan Dynasty, when the Red Turban Army had just begun to rebel! The host is a butcher who has never read a day of books and does not know any martial arts. Nothing but a rented pig-killing knife and half of the butcher's shop that is about to go out of business!

As for the identity of the host, he is a homeless person who can no longer be cheap, and lost his home and parents because of the Yellow River burst ten years ago, and fled to Xuzhou with his sister. Then he was taken in by the government and numbered eighty-one, so his name was Zhu eighty-one, and he was nicknamed Zhu Laoyi.

Zhu Eighty-one's sister was numbered Zhu Thirty-two, and because of her decent appearance, she was taken by an inspector surnamed Li in her fifties in the yamen, and was accepted into the mansion as a fifth concubine. Thanks to his cheap brother-in-law, Zhu Laofeng was "lucky" to be sent to a butcher as an apprentice without salary since he was eight years old. After the master's death, he inherited the slaughterhouse, killing pigs, sheep, pigs, and steers for others to support his family.

Originally, the life of being a butcher could go on, at least every day before and after the knife, what bloody neck, large intestine and other scraps can fall a few taels, which is better than eating bran vegetables. However, Zhu Laofu's life is really a bit "ridiculously expensive", in Mr. Su's words, 'Maitreya Buddha's stand-in in the world, ordinary people can't cover it', first at the age of thirteen to kill his sister and unborn nephew, last year his cheap inspection brother-in-law, and in the yamen in the banquet with people to wrestle, was Mongolian Daru Huachi's guard accidentally twisted his neck, and returned to the west.

So since the death of his cheap brother-in-law, Zhu Laofu's life has deteriorated. Not only did Mr. Li and others at the Yamen always find excuses to bully him, but the ruffians around him often go to the butcher shop to make trouble. However, Zhu Laofu is "broad-minded and disdainful of seeing the common people" (Mr. Su's words). Accept it, don't fight back, don't scold back. Until yesterday evening, because he had paid three months more to sharpen his knife and begged for favor with Mr. Li, he was knocked out by the latter with an iron ruler.

The rest of the matter doesn't need Mr. Su to be more verbose. Zhu Dapeng himself is probably the person in the world who knows the ins and outs. Zhu Laofu was beaten to death by Mr. Li with an iron ruler, or his soul was beaten out. And he, Zhu Dapeng, a science and engineering technology nerd in the 21st century, was overconsumed by playing games all night, and his soul broke away from his body, and under the influence of a number of coincidental factors that cannot be explained by science, he came to Zhu Laofu's head. Then, because he couldn't figure out whether he was in the real world or the virtual world, he rebelled and slaughtered the richest Kongmu in Xuzhou City, the Semu man Mahama, as the little boss in the game. Although he didn't even get a green suit, he accidentally led to an uprising of the Red Turban Army in the city in advance. The main force of the Red Turban Army, which had been lurking outside the city for a long time, also made a quick decision and immediately launched a general attack.

"The leader of the red scarf, I am the rebel army outside, who is their big boss?" Thinking that sooner or later he would have to deal with the Red Turban Army in the city, Zhu Dapeng asked weakly according to his head, which had begun to burn due to the load in a short period of time.

"You are old, are you always with them" Mr. Su was taken aback and instinctively asked. Halfway through the words, he looked around again, lowered his voice and corrected, "Ah, I know, you are still old because of Maitreya Buddha's upper body, and you can't remember anything." That sesame Li, Li Da is in charge, I must be an old acquaintance with you. He used to come to the city to sell sesame seeds, and he came to you several times to buy pig's trotters to eat! ”

"Sesame Plum?" Zhu Dapeng rubbed his temples desperately, and there was a burst of darkness in front of him, and countless little stars were jumping up and down. He knew that there was Zhu Yuanzhang, Monk Peng, Zhang Shicheng, Shen Wansan or something, and he also knew that in the end, it was Zhu Yuanzhang who got the world, and everyone else died on the beach. But where should Zhu Yuanzhang be at the moment? Are you a monk or have you already voted for Mingjiao?! What about Zhang Wuji, the foot fetish who knows the Jiuyang True Scripture, where is he?! Has the lion slaughter meeting been held? Wu Mu's suicide note and the Nine Yin True Scripture, who is it in the hands of now? If there is a parallel space-time, the relationship between the planet and the earth is the one in which you are currently located

"Fuck, the history teacher died early!" In the expectant eyes of Mr. Su and the people, Zhu Dapeng, no, Zhu Bayi's mouth suddenly came out of a sentence that no one could understand, his eyes rolled, and he fainted completely.

"Another game to exhaust yourself to death!" Twenty-first Century Earth, Beijing Temple of Heaven Hospital, the nurse sighed, pulled up the white sheet, and covered a young and pale face.

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