In the dry desert of the northwest, there is an oasis full of life - Muwan country.

At this moment, in Guzang, the capital of Muwan, the people gave up their nap time and ran to the pulpit one after another to accept the baptism of Fan Moya, the "Black Lotus Holy Son" from the Northern Han.

The people fell to their knees reverently, and among the more than a thousand believers, there were nobles, commoners, slaves, and people of all classes.

At this moment, they are all extremely pious, listening to the blessings of the Holy Son with fascination, in Han Qing's words, they have been brainwashed by the cult.

On the podium, in the huge black lotus futon, sat a man with a precious appearance* and a holy face, accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish, chanting ancient eulogies in his mouth.

A baptism had just ended, and when the curtain came down, a group of menacing people suddenly appeared in the venue.

Everyone stopped when they wanted to leave the ground, staring at the people in the bamboo sedan chair.

The person at the head, with red lips and white teeth, sat in a sedan chair carried by eight people, wearing a water-green robe with large sleeves, and shaking the landscape folding fan gracefully.

"In Xia Yan Zijin, I heard that the witch from the Northern Han came to have a great god and a Bodhisattva, and I came here to see and see." Yan Zijin got under the sedan chair supported by his subordinates, closed the folding fan, knocked on the palm of his hand, and said with a smile.

"Lord Yan praised it falsely, Mo Ya is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't dare to be it."

Fan Moya looked at Yan Zijin's posture and knew that he was afraid that he was going to smash the field today, but he didn't panic at all, and put his hands together and gave a greeting to Yan Zijin peacefully.

"Hehe, Lord Wu Xiang, don't be presumptuous, Zijin has been staying in Guzang for the past few days, and seeing that you are very loved by the people here, I can't help but become interested in the Black Lotus Sect, and I have a few questions I would like to ask our Lord Fan Wu to explain."

Yan Zijin frowned, folded the fan between his eyebrows, and asked pretending to be very puzzled.

"Mo Ya will try his best to answer for Lord Yan, but it doesn't hurt to say." Fan Moya was secretly vigilant, and Jun's face was still very peaceful.

"Okay, then I'm welcome, first question, what do I want to ask for God?" The corners of Yan Zijin's mouth hooked up an unkind smile, staring at Fan Moya and asking.

The people present who were about to leave sat down one after another, listening to the conversation between the two.

"God, who transcends the blood of mortals, has supreme power and wisdom, guides the lost people in the earthly world, frees them from the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, and becomes a celestial being who leads to the Supreme Lotus Path."

Fan Moya answered easily, Yan Zijin nodded, and continued to ask deeply: "Second question, then I want to ask Wu Xiang, what is the Supreme Lotus Dao?"

"The lotus path is the way for people in the world to practice themselves according to God and get rid of the sea of suffering. When you attain enlightenment and transcend yourself to the Nine Heavenly Lotus Realm, there will be no sickness and suffering in the Lotus Realm, only happiness and serenity, and people will no longer have to suffer from samsara. ”

This question is very simple, and it is not a problem at all for Fan Moya.

"Thirdly, I want to know how the witch can represent God's will and speak for God? Why don't you tell him to come out and speak in person?"

Yan Zijin opened the folding fan with a "bang", stared at Fan Moya on the stage and asked, this question came out, and immediately became a gun with a stick.

The people present immediately became uneasy, stood up and accused Yan Zi of being disrespectful. But I also want to know what God is like.

Fan Moya is still sitting firmly like Mount Tai, and the person who doubts him as a messenger of the gods, Yan Zijin is not the first, and he is definitely not the best one.

"God, it is hidden in everyone's heart, everyone is a sleeping god, and Moya is the messenger who teaches all sentient beings the Lotus Path, so that they can awaken and become God." As soon as these words came out, the people present couldn't help but nod their heads.

Fan Moya continued: "Moya was born with silver pupils, which is one of the symbols of the divine envoy. Since I was a child, God dreamed, gave me the Son, and enlightened my mind early. Personally taught Moya the method of leading to the lotus path, and let me transfer to the world this method. Fan Moya said without hurrying.

"Oh? Then you mean that God is in a dream and has made you the Son. Then I was born with a lotus tongue, and I can speak as soon as I land? Last night you dreamed of God and said that I should succeed you as his successor? Then Lord Fan Wu, is it time for you to step down? ”

Yan Zijin grabbed the weak point in his words and attacked.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was sensational and discussed.

It is rumored from the Six Kingdoms that Yan Zijin's tongue is like a lotus flower when he sticks out, and he can speak as soon as he lands, and he has been very smart since he was a child, is he really a messenger of God?

Fan Moya's silver pupils immediately became sharp, and a faint hint of anger cracked between his eyebrows.

"Lord Yan is joking!" Fan Moya's handsome figure stood up, like a hill, with incomparable coercion, staring at Yan Zijin's smug face, and asked with anger.

"Hehe, Yan is indeed joking, my tongue is born in the shape of a lotus, and I am born to speak when I land, but it is not the credit of any god, but the credit of my father.

However, how can Lord Wu Xiang's silver pupils and early wisdom know that it is the credit of God, not the credit of his father? ”

Yan Zijin's words became sharper and sharper, and he implied that Fan Moya used the name of God to swagger and deceive.

Those present, following his words, showed a trace of doubt in their pious eyes.

"Thou art ——, name of God to blaspheme thou shalt be a madman, and tonight thou shalt be punished by God, and tomorrow thou shalt be paralyzed in bed and unable to move or speak, unless thou shalt be forgiven by God, and thy life will not be in danger."

Fan Moya pointed to Yan Zijin's smug face, flicked his sleeves and threatened with an ugly face.

Yan Zijin didn't care, looked at his angry departing figure, and said loudly to the believers on the field: "Tomorrow, if I can still stand and talk well, it means that this Holy Son from Beihan is fake, and you don't believe in this cult."

Yan Zijin then sat in the bamboo sedan chair and went back with a smile, leaving the believers who were still half-convinced.

"Tonight, strengthen the vigilance inside and outside the house, Fan Moya will definitely come to sneak attack, I have to teach him to be ruined tomorrow." Yan Zijin was on the sedan chair, commanded with a solemn face, and the guards below said.

"Yes, Lord Yan." Everyone answered in unison.

Hum! He wanted to see what Fan Moya could do to teach him to be speechless.

At night, outside Yan Zijin's wing, front and back, left and right, and on the roof, he was still closely guarded by energetic guards, like a fine net of heaven and earth, waiting for the self-throwing net of the prey at any time.

The night has been very calm, and in Yan Zijin's brightly lit house, the windows and doors are all locked, and no fly can fly in.

Yan Zi held a brush and leaned over leisurely to paint a pair of bluegrass, and the maid Green Tea was next to him to study ink.

At night, when the fifth watch was about to be completed all night, after a thunderstorm, the wind and rain came violently.

Lu Ming glanced at the hourglass that was almost at the end, licked the hot tea for Yan Zijin, and said with a smug smile: "Dawn is coming, it seems that the people of the Northern Cold, seeing our layers of guards, are too scared to come."

As soon as the words fell, the closed window in the room was suddenly blown open by a cold gust of wind, and the rice paper on the table was blown away.

Yan Zijin took his sleeve to cover the wind, glanced at the green tea who wanted to chase the painting, and commanded: "Close the window quickly."

Lu Ming quickly turned around, ran to the window, saw a red phantom in his eyes, quickly broke in, looked back, but everything was as usual, thought he was dazzled and closed the window.

When she closed the window and the wind was calm, she turned around and heard Master Yan, who was still painting leisurely just now, screaming, holding her wrist and falling to the ground, and quickly screamed to the guards outside the door.

The guards outside the door poured in one after another, gathered around him, and Yan Zijin said in his mouth: "Red snake." He was speechless, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

When everyone surrounded Yan Zijin and panicked to check the two hideous blood holes on his wrists, a red phantom jumped out of the room and fled while people were not paying attention.

Everyone didn't expect that the heavy guards would be defeated by a sneak attack by an evil animal.

Imperial Doctor Mu Wan put away the fingers on his white wrist, looked at the patient's eyelids with a solemn face, and glanced at Yan Zijin, whose lips were blue and black, unable to speak, and his body was paralyzed.

The imperial doctor shook his head and said: "This snake venom, the old man can't solve it, if it is not solved in time, it will be poisoned and killed in three days, Lord Yan still looks for the Black Lotus Holy Son to calm his anger."

Yan Zijin's face became more and more gray, and there were words written on his face that he would rather die than go, and he wanted an antidote.

Mu Wanxin Emperor next to him, Bai Li Yu heard the words of the imperial doctor, and said with a sigh: "Prime Minister Yan, it seems that what you said yesterday really angered the Black Lotus God, and he turned into a red snake to punish you."

It seems that the Black Lotus Holy Son taught that the will of the gods, and that Mu Wan would anger the gods if he participated in the war was true. ”

Yan Zijin looked at this faint emperor who was addicted to the cult, and shed a tear of hatred, and knew that his trip to Muwan would end in failure.

He also knew at last that the foolish could not wake up.

"Prime Minister Yan, Mu Wan and Mu Yun are good friends, I can't see your life die here, I will plead with the Black Lotus Holy Son when I turn around, and let God let you live." Bai Liyu looked at Yan Zijin, desperate, and couldn't bear to say.

Three days later, the news that Prime Minister Yan Zijin of Muyun was punished by the god who incarnated as a red snake for offending the gods of the Black Lotus Sect for his words spread all over the six countries.

When Yan Zi took the antidote and returned to Muyun in a gloomy manner, Fan Moya took advantage of this matter to make the people who believed in the Black Lotus Sect expand their scope and respected him as the Holy Son, and there were countless people who wanted to lead to the Lotus Path.

Beihan Mo, who was far away in the northern cold, heard this good news first, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and had already set up a banquet to wash the wind and dust for Lord Wuxiang.

When Han Qing rubbed his hangover head and woke up on Ye Hehua's bed, he heard them talking about the matter, and secretly annoyed that his head was robbed by Fan Moya first.

Last night, Yu Wenzheng told him that his father, the king, had agreed to an alliance with the Northern Han. That's why he went to find Li Junye, thinking of showing off in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the two talked very happily, so they couldn't bear to take out the news to spoil the atmosphere.

"Let's go."

Han Qing withdrew his gaze from the carriage that fell on Li Junye, looked at the look on his face that was more alienated and indifferent than before, sighed slightly in his heart, and said to Ye Hehua, who was beside him and said goodbye to his friend.

He will see you again in the future, they are enemies again, and they played together last night, as if they were in a mirror, but there was no trace.

"These 250,000 soldiers and horses, I hope the horse master can treat them well." Ye Luzheng squeezed Han Qing's hand tightly and said intimately.

Han Qing twitched his hand in disgust, and said with a smirk: "Naturally, naturally."

As soon as Han Qing wanted to escape, Ye Luzheng hugged him, so that the chests of the two were close to each other, and the colored hands took advantage of the blind spots of others' visions to reach into Han Qing's outer slit group and enjoy each other.

Han Qing didn't expect him, he ate the courage of the ambitious leopard, and dared to be so obscene in public, secretly took a step back, separated the distance between the two, and forbled his itchy fist, forcing out a smirk: "Third prince, it's not too early, it's time for us to set off."

Ye Luzheng pressed Han Qing's shoulder, didn't let him leave, lowered his body, and pushed Han Qing up in a hooligan's manner, the corners of his lips rubbed Han Qing's ears ambiguously, his fingers squeezed into Han Qing's buttocks under his skirt, and said nostalgically: "Master Ma, come back next time."

Gu Jin originally wanted to send 50,000 soldiers and horses to help Han Qing in the war, but this morning he heard about the failure of Mu Wan's alliance with Muyun, and added 30,000 soldiers and horses.

Han Qing was willing to do so, and he used a beautiful man plan against Yelu Zheng, increasing the number of soldiers to 250,000.

Of the extra 170,000 soldiers and horses, 100,000 were the soldiers and horses that Yeluzheng coaxed his future father-in-law to become Jin, and the other 70,000 were his personal soldiers and horses.

Han Qing bit his anger, swallowed his shame, glared at Ye Hehua viciously, and stepped into the carriage.

Sooner or later, he will chop up the hand of the demon and feed it to the dogs.