Many years later, when faced with the questioning of Emperor Xiande, Jia Rong would recall the afternoon when he was taken away by a stranger while fishing in Yangzhou.

The speeding carriage was shuttling through the city of Yangzhou. Jia Rong was sitting in the carriage, frowning and already noticing something was wrong. According to the speed of the carriage, he should have arrived at the Lin Mansion at this time. He lifted the soft curtain next to him and looked outside.

Looking around, the scenery around him was no longer familiar to him.

This is not the way back to Lin Mansion, it is a strange road of no return.

Fear?

In a strange environment, everyone will feel a little scared, and Jia Rong is no exception.

Fear, but not too much fear. The groom in front didn't seem to care about his behavior. He even turned his back to Jia Rong and was not worried at all.

Did the driver go the wrong way? Or was he kidnapped?

"Where are we going? Isn't King Zhongshun in the Lin Mansion?" Jia Rong asked pretending to be calm.

Perhaps it was because the sound of the wheels hitting the stone slabs was too loud, and the coachman seemed not to hear him and made no reply.

"Gan!"

Jia Rong cursed. Seeing the stone slabs on the ground retreating rapidly, she secretly thought that if she jumped off the carriage at this time, it would be better to give the driver a sentence or a reprieve!

Can Jia Rong jump? No, he is not a fool. The ground is a hard stone. If he jumps from a speeding carriage, he will not die but will be seriously injured. Even if he jumps, he will not die.

Are there any other options?

have……

Some people say that emergency braking is the only correct way. It is a genius idea to crawl over and grab the reins from the coachman to stop the horse. In this way, you and the coachman will definitely fall off the carriage at the same time, or you will be shocked.

The horse kicked and trampled, or was run over by the wheels.

"Pooh!"

Jia Rong looked at the tall and thick man in front of him and sat back in the carriage obediently. He was such a life-loving person that he would never take the risk to try anything dangerous unless his life was really endangered.

What if I just think too much?

However, as Jia Rong watched the carriage getting further and further away from Yangzhou City, she felt a murmur in her heart.

It's not that unlucky. I didn't offend anyone in Yangzhou. Was it the Salt Gang? Or the Jinyi Division? Or someone else?

The carriage stopped outside a small private house outside Yangzhou City. Jia Rong looked at the desolate surroundings, and a picture instantly appeared in his mind. It was really a good place to kill people and dump their bodies.

The coachman was a man of few words. He glanced at him with a pair of eagle eyes and said calmly: "Uncle Rong, please come in."

Jia Rong pretended to be relaxed and said: "Who is waiting for me?"

The coachman shook his head and did not answer, but extended his hand to invite Brother Rong in. Brother Rong sighed in his heart, others could catch all kinds of strange things when fishing, but why did he get hung up on high-voltage wires when fishing?

This will make it hard to keep it intact.

Entering the private house, Brother Rong had not yet seen the appearance of the person in the room, and the door had been closed. In the dark room, a man's voice rang out, "The emperor's fetus and daughter will be delivered together, and the Seventh Ancestor of the Nine Mysteries will ascend to the rooftop."

What the hell.

Jia Rong slowly adapted to the light in the room and finally saw clearly the person standing inside.

He was dressed as an old farmer, with a rough face and a sloppy beard. His clothes were even more shabby, and it was obvious that the cuffs and elbows of his sleeves were patched in several places.

"Who are you?"

The rough-looking old farmer had a holy look on his face, and he was respectful as a pilgrim. He made strange gestures with his hands and bowed in salute. He shouted loudly: "Xumi Tian Bai Zun, the farmer under the throne of the King of Heaven, paid homage to King Chakravartin.

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Jia Rong was actually frightened on the spot. Xumitian was a slightly familiar word, but Bai Zun, Zhuan Lun and the like were completely incomprehensible. It took him a long time to realize that the old farmer in front of him seemed to be calling him. He tentatively said: "Get up...

…stand up?"

The old farmer stood up in response and grinned.

"Having heard the envoy's letter early, His Holiness followed King Zhongshun south to Yangzhou. The old farmer followed him all the way. He happened to hear about the dramatic changes in Yangzhou, and he has been looking for an opportunity to meet with His Holiness."

Jia Rong scratched his head, feeling that his limited brain capacity was suddenly not enough.

He said sarcastically: "Eldest brother must have admitted the wrong person."

The old farmer laughed and said: "You can't be wrong. Last year, I had met the Venerable several times, and I once sent the portrait of the Venerable back to the Holy Religion. All the brothers and sisters in the Religion recognized the Venerable's appearance.

Some people pretend to be His Holiness, but they can’t deceive our brothers.”

Jia Rong finally heard a familiar word - holy religion.

He belongs to his ancestors. The guy in front of him turned out to be a member of the Holy Cult, or some kind of agricultural envoy. According to what he said, there were only two Holy Cult figures that he had come into contact with last year, one was the little maid Que'er, and the other was Wan Wan.

Hualoutou brand Xianmei.

Could it be that Xianmei is the general?

How could he think that he had once been a holy religious venerable again? Damn... Jia Rong was speechless. He was a high-ranking duke and a fourth-grade knight-captain. Although he was just a clan guard now, he had to live well in the future.

Now, it's hard to say that he can still serve as an imperial guard or as a guard of the Qing Palace.

How much is the Holy Religion Venerable worth? He sounds like the leader of the rebels.

Isn’t this cheating? I’m a good person, but I was labeled as a rebel, and even if I didn’t do anything else, I would have my house confiscated and my head removed by Emperor Xiande.

Jia Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and she carefully looked at the holy man in front of him who claimed to be a farmer. He did look like an old farmer, but... who knows if this guy was from Jin Yisi.

Jin Yisi likes to do this kind of thing the most.

A few days ago, a person from Jinyi Division was arrested, and he is still in jail now. Could it be that the insidious guy from Jin Yi Division was trying to deceive him?

Brother Rong said firmly: "This eldest brother must have recognized the wrong person. We are just common people in Yangzhou, not some venerable people."

The old farmer paused for a moment, looked at Brother Rong's clothes with a smile and said: "After confirmation from the four kings of gold, white, red and blue in Mount Xumi, there is also a letter sent by Sanniang, the envoy of Bai Zun.

Rong was born as King Ming, how could the old farmer make any mistakes?"

Jia Rong felt more and more like Jin Yisi was digging a hole for him to jump into. He sighed secretly, why bother. They all work for the imperial court, why do they do this?

Boring.

Brother Rong was not embarrassed when his identity was revealed. He smiled and said, "Then the kings in your sect made a mistake."

Ming Wang, this word is too easy to associate with the former Ming Dynasty. I have seen some unofficial history saying that Ming Dynasty Lao Zhu was also under Ming Wang. This guy is still called Ming Wang. Isn’t he trying to rebel against Yan and restore Ming? All the kings of the Southern Ming Dynasty were killed.

Well, whoever wants to wade into this muddy water again is a fool.

The old farmer said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to deny it in a hurry. Later, Sanniang will find the Buddha's mother. Through the Buddha's mother, the venerable will be enlightened and become the real Mingwang. The old farmer came here this time, one is to protect the venerable; the other is to receive blessings."

As entrusted by the merchant envoy, he sent to Yangzhou officials evidence of their crimes of embezzling salt and selling illegal salt."

"Evidence of guilt?" Jia Rong felt happy after hearing this, and asked doubtfully: "Is there really evidence of guilt of Yangzhou officials?"

The old farmer took out a wooden box from the room to the table, opened it, and placed a thick booklet inside. He respectfully gave it to Brother Rong. The old farmer said: "The business envoy knew that the venerable Master needed this thing, so he asked me to meet him in person.

Presented."

Jia Rong doubtfully opened the booklet and walked to the window. He flipped through it and wrote it down. Sure enough... it recorded the year, month and day, which official took away how much filial piety from the salt gang. There were also Yangzhou officials in the salt gang.

The proportion of profit sharing for each sale of private salt, the profits obtained each time, etc. Everything is recorded in the book in detail.

Good guy.

Brother Rong narrowed his eyes and glanced at the man who claimed to be the agricultural envoy of the Holy Religion. It seems that there are many people from the Holy Religion in the major salt gangs in Yangzhou. They can record such detailed records. Maybe they originally planned to use the booklet for other purposes.

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Jia Rong smiled coldly and said: "With this book in hand, even if I threaten the officials in Yangzhou to rebel with your holy religion, they have to compromise. Why did you give this thing to me for no reason?"

The old farmer sighed: "The holy religion is divided into two sects, four sects and thirty-two branches, ranging from farmhands, merchants, and servants to eunuchs, village heads, and officials. There are thousands of brothers in the religion. However, there are regions and identities among them.

Each should do its own thing without interfering with each other."

"So, many of the people recorded in the book are still members of your Holy Religion. But now that they have gained benefits, they have forgotten the grace of the Holy Religion. In addition, each sect has different beliefs, and even in ordinary times, there are many contradictions in the Holy Religion.

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Jia Rong saw a moment of embarrassment flashing across the old farmer's face, and felt even more helpless.

I thought it was some great organization, but now it seems like it's just a bunch of rabble. No wonder the imperial court didn't think of sending troops to suppress it. It's not necessary at all. Maybe one day there will be a fight among the Holy Cult, and this group of rebels will

It will disappear automatically.

The old farmer said: "From now on, this will no longer be the case. When King Ming comes to this world, all sects and branches of the Holy Religion will surely return to their roots and create great achievements together under the leadership of King Ming and the Buddha Mother."

"What is the identity of Buddha Mother?"

The old farmer is indeed a simple man, and he actually said everything to the letter.

"The Mother of Buddha is the one who leads Maitreya. After the Mother of Buddha and King Ming practice together, the venerable will be enlightened and cultivate into the Dharmakaya of Maitreya." The old farmer's eyes were filled with light and he said expectantly: "At that time, the golden venerable king will hear more about the dharma body of Maitreya."

The Heavenly King of Zunzhu, the Heavenly King of Growth of Qingzun, and the Heavenly King of Chizun Guangmu return to their thrones and lead the Holy Religion to overthrow Dayan and rebuild the world of Sumeru."

My good boy!

These guys are pretty big-hearted, but it’s a pity that I don’t know if they are ambitions or delusions.

It's just that the title Buddha's Mother sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it mentioned somewhere. It seems that Jia Jing said that the little bird in the mansion will be the next Buddha's Mother.

What a bunch of animals, how big is the bird?
To be continued...