"Bastard, may God forgive you madman!"

The steward angrily threw the teacup at the spy, swept around his subordinates with a grim expression, and said sharply, "What about you? Get everything out! ”

Seven or eight alien men with turbans and thick blue eyes and beards looked at each other helplessly, and they all took out the immortal religion tokens they had just asked for from all over their bodies, and Ding Lingdang placed them on the table, piling them up into a small mountain.

The steward sneered again and again, and put the pile of 'magic weapons' that had been speculated at sky-high prices in the outside world into his leather pocket, and said mercilessly: "I will immediately use holy water to eliminate this pseudo-god artifact." As for you, copy the scriptures fifty times for me, and ask God to forgive you for your sins! ”

With that, he hurried out of the tent with his leather bag and walked outside.

The spies and caravan traders were silent for a moment, and one of them exclaimed, "Do you believe that Baytash will destroy those precious magic weapons?" ”

"Humph!"

The other snorted coldly: "It's strange that he would do this!" Each of these true immortal blessing artifacts is worth dozens of yuan, and his greedy temperament must be to sell it for money by looking for a tooth man. ”

Everyone was angry and glared at the door of the tent angrily, but they did not dare to resist the oppression of Lord Bayi, so they had to pray sincerely in their hearts:

"Respected Heavenly Father, Immortal Venerable, please send the heavenly fire to burn the greedy Bayitash, who not only insulted the gods, but also maimed human life, so that he could not die a good death."

……

At the mountain gate of the Changshengjiao Palace, thousands of people ignored the hot weather, and they brought their families and mouths, holding household stickers and waiting in front of the door of the Dharma Hall.

"It's out, it's out!"

As the semicircular planks on the upper part of the two offices were removed, four of Lu Liang's disciples yawned and appeared in the Dharma Giving Hall.

The four of them looked listlessly at the believers outside who couldn't see the edge, and their hearts suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and two lines of hot tears almost couldn't be suppressed and wanted to flow down their faces.

It's numb! This time it's really broken!

The four of them unfortunately served as the hand-appointed Dharma givers of the Daozi, and their task was to register household stickers for hundreds of thousands of believers in the entire Bianliang City.

In this era when everything depends on hand, they worked tirelessly for ten days for the enthusiastic believers!

Later, when the sore wrist was unbearable, everyone wailed, and when I counted the booklet, I saw that it was very good, and it had successfully absorbed 10,000 new believers for the church!

It was a torturous ordeal.

Since Daozi showed his face at the festival ceremony that day, he only left a light retreat and never disappeared again.

This means that there will be no new givers joining in.

And it is almost an impossible task to rely on the four of them to complete the entry work for the people of the entire Bianliang.

At this moment, they miss Daozi more than anyone else!

Lu Liang looked at the scene of his four disciples gritting their teeth and registering for the people, and sighed lightly: "It's all experience......

Then he turned around and left, and today he was busy interviewing the nobles and children of the princes and princes of each family, and asked for the Dharma urn.

It seemed that the wish that had been chanted in their hearts for ten days had been fulfilled, and after the four of them had been busy for half a day to fill in the information for more than 500 new believers, they finally saw the director of the decree, Niangniang, who had disappeared for a few days, arrive at the Dharma Hall with a full hundred newly promoted disciples.

"His Royal Highness Daozi has an order, and now there are too many believers who want to join the sect, and you and the other four are overwhelmed, so we specially send 100 disciples to assist you in the work of 'giving the Dharma'."

Long Kui smiled and said, threw the decree to the stunned Lu Liang disciple, and said: "The disciple token is given to you, you have to be responsible for teaching this group of newcomers, otherwise His Royal Highness Daozi will be angry!" ”

Senior disciple Lu Liang respectfully held the token and bowed, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you for the decree Niangniang!" Zhixin must live up to the trust! ”

After finishing speaking, he wiped his sweat when Long Kui was far away, and began to teach his disciples how to examine the qualifications of a believer, how to fill out a list of grants in triplicate, and where to go to get new Taoist books to send to believers.

A hundred people had been watching and getting acquainted with each other for an hour before they could begin their work.

Since the Dharma Hall could not accommodate so many people to work at the same time, 50 more people were assigned to carry tables and chairs, and they were lined up in the open space outside the hall and divided into dozens of teams to register for everyone.

In this way, the crowded procession was diverted, and it was only then that it was slowly marching.

Many people who had been unable to officially join the sect for more than ten days finally received the Taoist book that symbolized the identity of the believers of the Immortal Sect and exuded the fragrance of ink, and they immediately held it tightly in their hands with excitement and began to study it.

"I don't have enough Taoist books here, please send someone to the logistics office to get a batch."

A young Taoist took out the last book of Taoism from the wooden cabinet on the side, put the half-penetrated teaching money handed by the new believer into the cash cabinet, locked the money cabinet, and asked the other person for help in a frenzy.

"Ah, I'm almost done with this, does anyone else need to add a Taoist book?"

"Me!"

"I need it here!"

"Please hurry up, I have two left."

Suddenly, many new disciples who were busy in the square raised their hands and shouted.

The people of Bianliang who were lining up were also in an uproar, nervously looking at the team that could not see the edge at a glance.

Many people have been queuing for several days, and they finally see that there is hope for official initiation today, but they are afraid that they will have to go home again because the Taoist leaders are too busy to open or there are not enough Taoist books that day.

When Zhixin Daoist saw this, he sent ten people to the logistics office with him to carry the new Taoist book.

The group entered the palace, crossed the crowded square, and squeezed out a way among the believers waiting in line to worship with great difficulty, and went straight to the inner courtyard to walk.

The inner courtyard of the palace seemed to be artificially isolated from the outer hall, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, the noisy crowd in his ears quickly faded, and the mouth and nose could once again breathe the fresh smell of grass and trees, and the sound of running water was heard not far away, and even the impetuous state of mind could not help but be a little calmer.

It was not the first time that everyone had experienced the magic of the inner and outer halls, but they still couldn't help but sigh slightly, Daozi Zhangjiao was really a living immortal, and he was able to open up such a mysterious cave in the mortal world.

Zhang Yuqing explained the effect of the formation as a blessed land, but it made these people of the Northern Song Dynasty quickly understand why they would be refreshed and refreshed as soon as they entered the inner courtyard.

Further in, at the mountain flow behind the inner sanctum, a huge hydraulic printing press is framed in the turbulent water.

The waterwheel rotates day and night, turning potential energy into kinetic energy, driving the mechanical and repeated operation of the printing press.

The Daozi Sect Leader, who had not been seen for ten days, stood in front of the hydraulic printing press with his hands in his negative hand, looking at the crude prototype.