In the Isa area of Kyushu Island, outside a small village called Ryogari Town, a group of tall Ming people came, attracting people in the village to take a look. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Several of the Ming people, dressed in strange wide robes with gossip signs, walked along the banks of the Kawauchi River and said something, stopping from time to time to fiddle with a disc-shaped object in their hands, which, according to the most knowledgeable people in the village, was called a compass.

Behind these eccentric men were several tall and strong men, with huge leather bags on their backs but no trace of fatigue, and the big leather bags could fit the short village chief who had come to negotiate in front of them; They all had long knives pinned to their waists, which only the samurai masters were qualified to wear, and they might not be able to see them once a year in this remote mountain village; What made everyone even more frightened was the breathtaking momentum on these Ming people - swept away by their eagle-like gaze, a few hairy dolls in the village were so frightened that they cried!

After talking to the Ming people for a while, the village chief bowed to the ground and kowtowed a few times, then got up and pretended to retreat calmly to the village, reassuring the curious villagers that these Ming people were invited by the Shimazu daimyo to open up trade routes, and in the future, there will be merchants from the Ming Kingdom who will regularly come to sell goods and buy mountain goods.

The villagers were overjoyed when they heard this, and they looked at these people from a distance and talked even more violently - their mountain village was so remote that it was rare to see a trader for several months, let alone a trader from the Ming Kingdom.

On the riverbank, Lingxuzi carefully folded the Kanhe that covered the Shimazu family's guard, put it back into his filthy Taoist robe, waved his hand to everyone, and the group continued to walk along the riverbank silently.

The Kawauchi River beside them flowed silently, and the sparkling waves reflected the golden sunlight, dazzling people.

After walking out for dozens of zhang, a tributary appeared in front, and the Taoist priests at the front stopped, squatted on the river beach and carefully dug out a small bucket of river sand and put it into a very fine bamboo dustpan, and then repeatedly searched in the clear river water.

After about a stick of incense, there was no sand in the bamboo dustpan anymore, and they stood up one after another and handed the bamboo dustpan to Lingxuzi - only to see a few dazzling golden lights at the bottom of each dustpan!

Lingxuzi held his breath, glued a little golden light from it with his index finger and brought it to his eyes to observe it carefully, and the eyes of the few people around him lit up with a raging fire of desire as always.

"Hmmm! It's Shakin! Lingxuzi nodded and said, "There are more places here than a few days ago, it seems that you really chose the right one!" ”

Lingxuzi, their gold-seeking team, has been on Kyushu Island for half a year. The first three-way expedition took nearly two months, and when the group gathered in Miyazaki, they found some hints of gold on each side - it may be an exaggeration to say that this part of southern Kyushu is full of gold, but it is an indisputable fact that glittering sand gold can be found in many rivers.

Too many choices made it difficult for Lingxuzi, and for the sake of safety, he took everyone to spend a month revisiting, and finally chose Kawauchi River as the main direction of attack.

Walking all the way upstream along the Kawanouchi River, the amount of golden sand in the river sand is increasing day by day, indicating that Lingxuzi's judgment is correct - there must be gold veins in this vicinity, which makes everyone's blood boil more and more.

Find a small river bay to make a fire to cook, and after everyone has eaten hastily, they continue to swim upstream, but after walking out of two miles, the result of digging sand again makes everyone dumbfounded.

In seven or eight bamboo dustpans, there is not a single grain of golden sand in sight!

Could it be that cooked ducks can fly?

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Just when Lingxuzi and the others were at a loss, in a small valley in Shibuyue, a hundred miles away from them in the north, beside the fires all over the mountains, people stood quietly, listening to the "holy sound" echoing in the valley.

“…… We are all sinful lambs, and without the guidance of the Light of the Lord, we can only be lost in this world of suffering, and we will no longer find the glorious way to Heaven, may the Light of the Lord shine on us forever, Amen! ”

“…… The earth is full of thorns, and Satan transforms into various forms to tempt us to sell our souls...... Only by serving God sincerely and reciting his teachings can we keep our eyes open and see through Satan's ugly face, Amen! ”

“…… We offer our hands to do your good works; We offer our feet to walk your way...... We offer our minds to think in your hearts for you; We dedicate our spirits to pray in our hearts for you...... We give our lives to fight for you, Amen! ”

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On the high platform in the middle of the valley, Amakusa Shiro Shizhen wore a luxurious purple robe, wore a pure gold crown inlaid with precious stones on his head, held the shining golden cross in his hand, and chanted the "holy sound" in praise of God one by one, and the whole person looked extremely holy in the golden sunlight -- in order to let the seven or eight thousand people in the valley hear, he also arranged a choir under the high platform, and every time he recited a paragraph, the choir repeated it loudly word by word, and the clear "holy sound" repeatedly hit the mountain wall, It also hits people's hearts repeatedly; At the end of each recitation, the echo of "Amen" comes from thousands of people at the same time, causing ears to buzz.

The vigorous pre-dinner prayer lasted for a long time, and the sweaty Shiro slowly stepped down from the high platform to the melodious "hallelujah" singing of the choir, took off his gorgeous purple robe, and changed into a light little sleeve.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Shiro watched as his attendants began to carry out sacks, large and small, and began to distribute the food for the evening - one person from each fire was in charge of receiving the food, and after receiving it, they would bow to him and draw a cross on his chest.

Shiro knew of course that most of them were just putting on a show, but he bowed his head slightly to show encouragement - no matter how hostile the circumstances, he insisted on presiding over the prayers himself four times a day, creating a strong religious atmosphere through elaborate rituals that would eventually bring the lost lambs back into the arms of God.

The effect of this was remarkable: since the landing of Tsunaimu, they have traveled all the way east, through the reckless mountains of southern Kyushu; Although groups of infidels were coerced and sacrificed or fled in battle after battle, his followers grew stronger and stronger—in less than half a year, the number of baptized people exceeded 3,000!

With these fanatical followers, his holy war battalion was also enriched, and although there were constantly warriors sacrificed, the number expanded from the initial more than three hundred to seven hundred, so that the Lu Mi Gong that Chu Fan gave him was not enough to equip him.

"Sect Master, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue east!"

Shiro was really fascinated, and the flag of the holy war camp leaned into his ear and whispered, making him frown.

They had gone to great lengths to get here, and their goal was to capture Miyazaki Castle in the southeast by surprise, and now the flag in charge of the battle actually said that they could not go any further!

Why? (To be continued.) )