Go back a little over a month.

Since Dong Zhongshu usurped the orthodoxy of Confucianism with the doctrine of heaven and man's induction, natural disasters and plagues have become the most headache for those in power.

When this kind of thing happens, if you are lucky, you can write one or two guilty edicts to fool the past.

If you are lucky, you can kill two prime ministers to calm the anger of the public.

The worst thing is naturally that the common people are angry, and the world has changed hands.

Japan, as a pure island country, has a natural maritime civilization, and has been forced by China to become an agricultural country facing the loess and facing the sky, although its degree of sinicization is not as deep as that of Korea, but it is also extremely deep.

It is also more or less influenced by this theory of celestial and human induction.

At the beginning of last year, the Choshu Domain launched the Shimonoseki War against Britain, France, the Netherlands, and the United States, and in the second half of the year, it fought against the Kwantung Raiders.

This series of events can't help but wonder if the Maori people have done something against the will of God.

It's easy to die, because Shimonoseki and Kagoshima, Nagasaki and other southwestern ports have always been the base camp for the spread of underground Yahism in Japan.

Since the turmoil of the "Amakusa Ichiku" in the early years of the Tokugawa shogunate, Yahweh was completely banned in Japan, and Japan officially entered a period of seclusion.

However, this highly agitated religion did not die out so easily, and they went underground and fought against the shogunate and feudal lords for a long time.

Ten years ago, there was a Taiping rebellion in China.

When the news reached Japan, the local underground churches in Japan were greatly encouraged, and various conspiracies became closer and closer.

During last year's Shimonoseki War, these Japanese traitors who had converted to God surrendered to Westerners more than once.

It's just that because the combat effectiveness of the Choshu Domain, the Satsuma Domain, and others was too stretched when they faced the strong ships and cannons of the West, the battle ended before the local Japanese traitors could show their merits.

For the dogs that have no effect, the foreign adults are reluctant to lose their bones.

Therefore, in the Battle of Shimonoseki, these native Japanese churches did not gain much in a real sense.

But this time, the tuberculosis plague of the Choshu domain gave these guys a perfect opportunity.

……

"Lord Domain, this is the fifteenth case of the Jizo King Bodhisattva being beheaded recently!"

In the castle of the Mori Domain, Mori Jing is lying on a bed in a dimly lit room, and his retainer Shinichi Uragen reports loudly from a distance.

This is what Maori asks for herself.

He is not a fool, he knows that he is a source of infection, and if he infects all the ministers, the Maori family will be doomed.

So apart from a few so-called Ai Ji and the Healer, Maori did not allow anyone to come near him, including his beloved little daughter.

Mori Keiqin woke up from a high fever and motioned for the woman next to him to change him with a cold towel to cover his forehead.

"Will the Buddha statue be beheaded......?"

Maori Jingqin whispered, this is "Amakusa Ichichi" to be repeated in Xiaguan!

Thinking of the terrible incident that happened in the Shimabara Domain more than 200 years ago, he was angry, and it was those hateful foreigners who did it!

As soon as Maori Jingqin wanted to say something, a violent cough burst out of his throat, and he coughed for a while before he said in as clear a voice as possible:

"Ahem, ahem...... Strict investigation...... Put Ren ...... Anyone who takes advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble...... Demons, all beheaded...... Hang their heads on ...... Ahem...... ...... on the upper floors of the castle"

"Hey!"

Pu Yuan Shinichi respectfully stepped back, and when he turned around, he saw a girl with a green silk waterfall walking over with a food box, and obediently let it aside: "Mr. Pu Yuan!" ”

"Hime, you're ......"

"I asked for a medicinal recipe from the temple's master......

"If you have a heart, the lord of the feudal domain will be very happy...... However, he is not in a good state right now, so you should wait a little longer and then put the food in front of the door......"

……

As Shinichi Uragen said, the state of Maori is getting worse and worse.

High fever, hemoptysis, coma, judging by all signs, time is running out for this man.

At the age of 46, for people in this era, it can barely be regarded as not dying early this year.

Maolilan put the medicinal food in front of the door and asked his father for peace.

But the latter had already fallen asleep again.

Maolilan sat on his knees outside the door for a full hour, and then left worriedly.

A short time later, a carriage with a three-star badge on it pulled out of the castle, accompanied by four sword-wielding warriors on ponies.

"Himeki, are we really going to Shimonoseki? It's the base of the plague, and I've heard that the world isn't at peace now, and even the Bodhisattvas have been beheaded! ”

In the carriage, Mao Lilan's maid Xiao Ai patted her chest and said with some fear, "If you want me to say, isn't it enough for us to pray for the blessing of the head of the family in the temple in the mountain pass?" Why go to such a dangerous place? ”

Mao Lilan shook his head and said, "Akama Shrine is a temple certified by the Son of Heaven, and before the Battle of Shinome last year, my father had already exchanged the divine position of the 'Emperor Antoku' originally enshrined in it for the divine throne of Emperor Sholie Zhu Liangjiao, in exchange for the magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty's assistance.

Emperor Shōlie is the father of today's son, and he has all kinds of magical stories, and he is a projection of the gods in the world......"

Mao Lilan clasped his hands together and said reverently: "If there is anyone who can save our country and save my father now, then it must only be a god from the Ming Dynasty!" ”

Xiao Ai thought for a while and nodded, "That's right, it's a country with powerful monsters like Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, and it must be great to be the son of heaven there!" ”

Mao Lilan smiled, and was about to reach out to rub Xiao Ai's head, when suddenly—

Bang!

With a loud bang, I only felt that the world was spinning, and when Mao Lilan and Xiao Ai struggled to get out of their heads, they found that the carriage had already overturned on its side, and the four samurai accompanying them were fighting with more than twenty men in black.

With the clanging of swords and the interplay of swords, the Maori samurai showed great strength.

They can often take down a black-clad assassin with just a few moves.

"Hah! Ha! Hayi! ”

Knocking down four assassins in a row, the samurai Gen led by the leader forced back the two assassins who joined forces with a return skill, shouting: "Who are you, dare to assassinate the frame of the family of the lord of the domain!" ”

"Who are we?"

A man in black sneered, "We are God's people!" ”

"It turned out to be Amakusa bandits!"

Genlai said disdainfully, "It's just a foreigner's house slave, look at my move to the Divine Dao without thoughts!" ”

Shinto Wunianliu is the actual combat swordsmanship of Choshu, and the ancestor is Fukui Kahei, but the real famous one is Saito Yakuro.

Yakuro Saito is Asuka's adoptive father, an unborn sword saint, and the master of the main horse of Nerai.

"Upanishads—Shinto Thoughtlessness—"

Genlai was reading the skill when a man in black suddenly shouted "Hallelujah" in the distance, and then pulled out a Western pistol.

With a "bang", Shinto no thought flow - defeated!