The person who asked the question was "Zawiyah", who had previously served in the city of Delhi, meaning bishop of a city. Now that Delhi has fallen and the Heavenly Sect has been expelled by the Ming, the power of his "Zawiyah" has naturally been reduced to nothingness.

Therefore, among these congregants, he and Jamila are the loneliest. But unlike Jamila, this Zawiyah has been employed in the rich city of Derry for half his life, and has long lost the ruthlessness to fight for life and death.

Hearing that Jamila actually planned to kill the king of Zhou of the Ming Dynasty, the pot-bellied Zawiye immediately changed his face: "Contact the believers? You...... Are you crazy? ”

"The Ming are not even afraid of war elephants, and their soldiers use the kind of terrifying weapons that can breathe fire. Their warships are capable of causing thunderbolts that can easily tear Muslim warriors apart...... You want to assassinate their king? ”

"If this caused the anger of the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty...... Our Islam is already in a constant struggle with Western Christianity, is it necessary to provoke an even more terrible eastern power? ”

"No problem, True Ancestor will bless us." Jamila said. The pain in his buttocks and the humiliation caused by being tortured with a cane in public made his anger and resentment towards Zhu Su gush out, and this anger and resentment made him selectively ignore the strength of Da Ming.

Even Zawiya could see that Jamila's enthusiasm for killing the Ming king of Zhou was not necessarily for the benefit of Islam, but more for revenge......

But he is just a lost bishop at this time, and he is no longer in the high position and power he used to have, and he actually has no right to speak, so he naturally can't shake Jamila's decision.

At this time, it was already night, and Jamila returned to the Muslim army outside the city, preparing to rest for one night and set off tomorrow, also to find an opportunity to secretly contact Zoroastrianism and other sects that were also unwilling to submit to the Ming Dynasty. None of this had anything to do with Zawiyeh, and he returned to the tent he had arranged for him, nostalgic for the extravagant times he had never returned.

The tabernacle was suddenly opened, and the cold air swept through Zawiya, who was in a trance, suddenly stirred. "Who?" He jumped in alarm.

"Brother Tai is very interested. The disaster of severed heads is just around the corner, is it still too vain? ”

The person who came with long sleeves and a handsome appearance, very different from the person who was poisoned, Zawiye recognized the identity of this person at a glance, it was the young scholar who knew the language of poison by the side of the king of the Ming Dynasty.

The person who came was Huang Guan, and he looked at the pot-bellied Tianfang Sect official in the tent, his face full of mockery and contempt. Zawiye was a revenant: "Mingren? Why are you here? Someone ...... coming," his first reaction was to shout for help.

Huang Guan had already stepped forward with an arrow, and the dagger in his hand had already been pressed against Zawiye's throat. "Silence. If you dare to speak out, I will kill you first before Jamila starts to kill me, do you believe it or not? Sharp blade to neck, Zaviye's voice stopped abruptly like a rooster suddenly stuck in the neck, and he looked at the cold light on his neck with a frightened face.

"I have come to speak for Your Highness. Your Highness asks you, do you want to die with Jamila, or do you want to teach the 'caliphate' of the Great Tomorrow, under one man and above ten thousand? ”

"Caliphate?" Zawiyah's eyes suddenly lit up, and the so-called "caliph" means "head of the religion" in Islam. Zawiyah used to be in charge of the mosque in Delhi, but he still didn't dare to think about the position of "caliph". He pondered for a moment and asked cautiously, "How does His Royal Highness King Zhou want to make me a 'caliph'?" ”

"What's so hard about that?" Huang Guan didn't move the dagger in his hand, but said lightly: "As long as you have the support of His Royal Highness King Zhou, you can naturally become a 'caliph' in this poisonous place!" ”

"This ...... But our Islamic caliph is not under the control of the king of Zhou......" Zawiya said as he looked at Huang Guan as if he were looking at a stupid child, but he was stunned at first, and then he understood.

This scholar of the Ming Dynasty refers to the fact that under the support of the Ming Dynasty, he rebelled against Islam and established another religion under the support of the king of Zhou, and became a family of his own!

"I ...... I would not dare to covet the position of caliph! Zawiye instinctively waved his hand again and again, and repeatedly denied it, but his heart was already uncontrollably mad and agitated.

"The choice is up to you." Huang Guan withdrew the dagger in his hand. "I'm just speaking for Your Highness. If you are willing to belong to Your Highness, you will take Jamila's head and enter the city tomorrow. If you don't want to belong to ......"

"In the future, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After Huang Guan finished speaking, he turned his head and left the tent. The blade finally left his neck, and Zawiye was already in a cold sweat. He had the courage to lift the curtain and saw the Ming man leave the camp in a dignified manner, supported by several turban-wearing Muslims.

There is actually a wise person's inner response among the believers! Zawiye's face was full of horror, but he no longer had the courage to denounce, and in his mind, heaven and man were at war......

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Day 2, Delhi City Head.

The morning light on the horizon shines on the city wall, although this place is thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty, but the sunrise scene is not much different. Zhu Su stood with his hands in his hands, facing the morning light on the horizon, quite leisurely, while Huang Guan and other scholars who knew how to go out of the city last night to "persuade them to surrender" were puzzled, and from time to time they stretched their necks and paid attention to the movements under the city wall.

"Your Highness." Although Huang Guan was full of sound when he was in the Tianfang Sect camp last night, at this time, he didn't have much bottom in his heart. "If I wait for these three words, can I really incite civil strife in sects such as the Heavenly Fang Sect and the Zoroastrian Sect?"

"If they really gather the cultists to attack, how will we deal with it?"

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. Now that the personnel are exhausted, why worry so much? Zhu Su said calmly.

Seeing that Huang Guan and the others were still uneasy, they had to explain a little: "I am famous and famous, even in this poisonous place, it is like thunder, which is enough to teach people to be afraid. ”

"In addition, we have gathered many declining sects, and their Heavenly Fang Sect has been comfortable in this poisonous place for a long time, the so-called born in sorrow and died in peace, not everyone can have the courage to fight with me."

"The people of their generation are not in harmony, and the signs of division have appeared. What can Jamila of the Heavenly Fang Sect give them? Great, that is, some gold and silver goods, in addition to fighting with our elite divisions, it is very likely that they will be retaliated against from the Celestial Empire. ”

"I'll drop the bait again, and I'm willing to help them set up a new sect, so that each of them can be promoted to an official and make a fortune...... With motivation and interests, there is no one to turn to. The king is seventy percent sure of this plan. As long as a few believers such as the Heavenly Fang Sect and the Zoroastrian Sect defect to us, their followers will naturally not be able to attack us en masse! ”

(End of chapter)