The lights in the Dayun Guangming Temple are always bright, this Hu Temple has always been the largest stronghold of the Mani Temple in Baiyujing, and there are a large number of Hu Shang believers under the order here, since the Manichaeans from all over the country infiltrated Baiyujing and even knocked on the que, the vigilance here has been raised a lot.

The masters who had already infiltrated from Mobei patrolled around to prevent people from peeking into the reality of the temple.

The two Venerable Manichaeans, the Dharma Attendant Pure Victory Wisdom and the Demon Suppressor Slave, sat on the felt, drinking pure water, and on a plate in front of them were all kinds of fruits.

Opposite the two of them, a young man who described a withered tree was drinking there with a glass of water, and a proud person was sitting on the felt, which was the big boss of Lianyun Village in Zhongnan Mountain, Du Zhucup.

"The temple is a clean place, and no alcohol is allowed, so I neglected Mr. Du. "The Dharma Venerable Jing Shenghui was an old man with gray hair and a hawk-nosed falcon, and there was a smell of yin owl between his face, and he sighed and said in a Chinese dialect that was not very smooth.

"Well, Du's Lianyun Village only has wine and no water, and when the time comes, please ask the two Venerables to go down and feel Du's hospitality. Du stopped the cup and pinched a fragrant pear and crunched it, this emerald green fruit tasted extremely sweet, and the sweet juice overflowed with a bite, and the taste was really good.

Jing Shenghui's side was a big man with dark skin and a long beard, the pupil of his right eye was gray, and his muscles and flesh were knotted. After listening to Du Zhubei's reply, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Du Zhubei who was talking viciously.

In Manichaeism, there were strict rules and regulations, and there were no strict restrictions on food and drink for ordinary believers, but once they served the light and became a clergyman, they had to be strictly vegetarian.

Du stopped drinking and asked the two Manichaean envoys to go to his Zhongnan Mountain to drink, which naturally offended Jingshenghui and the slave.

"The believers of the contemptible religion have always relied on Du Da to take care of them. ”

"You're also polite, I even want to thank you all in Yunzhai, thanks to your wealth in Mobei, our days are more moisturized than before. ”

"The number of our believers in Beijing is increasing, and we have to consume a lot of food every day, and we also ask the big bosses to raise their noble hands. ”

In order to put pressure on the Yu Dynasty, and the great plan that followed, the Manichaean Pope ordered the believers everywhere to concentrate on Bai Yujing. There are a large number of Manichaeans in Baiyujing, and the daily food needs of these people is a large amount, which can be maintained with the support of many Manichaean Hu merchants in the past.

A few days ago, a batch of grain transported from Hanzhong to Baiyujing was robbed by Lianyunzhai, and for a while, the supply of grain was a little tight.

Jing Shenghui knows very well that all beliefs are false, and although extremely hungry believers may not give up their faith directly, it is difficult to command that it is certain. What's more, now that Manichaeans from all over the country are coming, they need to feed their mouths even more.

The top priority at the moment is to quickly take out the grain from Du Zhu's hand to solve the urgent need.

"I don't hide it from you, this order was handled by our second boss of Lianyunzhai, and I didn't know in advance. "Du Zhubei told the truth, the rise of Lianyunzhai is astonishing, but the internal context is not enough for outsiders.

"It turned out to be done by the master of Taizhai, the second master's Zidu True Skill, the Thunder Prison Sword Sutra, is indeed a rare stunt in the Central Plains martial arts. The slave glanced at Du Zhu's cup: "It is not a shame for our brothers in the sect to lose to Taigong Chong, but that batch of grain is really a major event related to the sect." I hope Mr. Du ......"

"No," Du stopped looking at the slave and couldn't get rid of it, "We have never returned what we have eaten in Yunzhai." ”

The slave narrowed his eyes, and Jing Shenghui shook his head slightly.

"We Manichaeans have always treated ourselves not badly to our friends, Mr. Du's subordinates want to sell the goods under their hands, and we also actively organize Hu merchants to be the troubles of Du's family. Now we want to ask Mr. Du for help, and if we refuse like this, we will inevitably be a little unfriendly. ”

The young man who was sitting next to Du Zhubei suddenly spoke.

"Dare to ask what Zunjia is?" Du Zhubei snorted contemptuously, he really looked down on these miscellaneous breeds, not to mention that with Du Zhubei's skill and keenness, he had already been aware of the plans and arrangements of Manichaeism, and the caravan that Taigong rushed to intercept and kill the grain caravan was also his arrangement.

Luo Tuo, who was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, hugged his fists and saluted: "No, He Basong, I have seen the 'Tianya Yuke' Du Da master." ”

Du Zhibei's eyes narrowed.

The face of the queen mother, since she disappeared from the prison of Dali Temple, has been the person that the court has always wanted. Most of the people in the rivers and lakes thought that his master Yue Guhan, the "Chengtian Swordsman", had sheltered him, but they did not expect that he had colluded with the Uighurs.

"This Heba prince is interesting, your ancestor is from Donghu, but he is a herd slave of the Huns, and after returning to Xianbei, he was called Poyetou, and he was born in the Yu Dynasty, but he hooked the queen mother, you are such a miscellaneous Hu actually has the face to teach me the truth of Confucius and Mencius of Du. ”

Du stopped sneering: "You dirty ideas, Du knows it, everyone doesn't say anything to each other." ”

"That amount of food is really important, and I ask Mr. Du to raise his noble hand. "Jing Shenghui is good to cultivate. "Now that Zhou Guogong has been pressed by the emperor to copy books in Hongwen Pavilion, I am afraid it will not be convenient for Mr. Du to be there. Our side has become, the imperial court will inevitably change, and the situation of Zhou Guogong has no room for change. ”

Du stopped the cup and didn't speak, he did receive the great favor of Zhou Guogong Wen Minxing, and he also knew that the Wen family was probably going to decline. The news that the emperor used Li Shen's plan to take down his father-in-law has spread everywhere.

However, although Du Zhubei swore to keep Wenmin safe, he would never seek skin with the tiger, and the Manichaean people were as yin as pit vipers, and the wolf's ambition was clearly revealed.

"Hmph, if the two envoys say this to Du, they will stop the cup and leave. ”

"Wait. ”

Different from the voices of He Basong, Jing Shenghui, and Nu Nanyi, a thin and handsome middle-aged scribe pushed the door in.

"Du Gong, Xiao has one more thing to ask for. ”

But I saw the middle-aged scribe walk into this room with a warm face, with a smile of warmth from the heart, he walked the world with a pure heart, and won the good name of the Three Saints and Seven Sects, this time he resolutely took action for the common people of the Central Plains, determined to reduce a sea of blood for the people of the world.

When Du stopped seeing the man, his face changed even more.

"What a miscellaneous beard who deceives the world and steals his name, do you think the three of you can subdue Du together?"

The middle-aged scribe shook his head, he had always thought that the world was a family, and he had no views on Hu Han. However, most people do not have the wisdom and vision of their own.

"Since Mr. Du is like this, Xiao will not keep you. ”

Du stopped drinking and ignored these people, brushed his sleeves and left.

When Du stopped the cup and walked away, the middle-aged scribe pondered for a while, turned around and said to the other three with a smile.

"Two messengers, Prince Heba, let's go in. Mr. Xiao said with a smile: "I have already brought 3,000 stone of grain, let's use it for a while." ”

Jingshenghui and the slave are difficult to get off one knee and kneel on the ground.

"Thank you, Holy Son, I don't think that thirty years later, I will be able to see the Child of Light again. ”

Mr. Xiao smiled, unimpressed.

"Cheng Qili, I don't take it seriously, it's just that Luo Yan is a little troublesome, but it's not in the way, for the peace of the world, I think Master Luo Yan is a monk with a way, and he can also understand my hard work. ”