The five people who were singing Nuo opera were resting in an inn. Because Zhao Erfeng was assassinated, Rongcheng had blocked the city gates and they were not allowed to go out for a while, so they stayed in the inn's Datongpu.

"Master, this time I waited for a fat sheep, and it was really generous to take action. You don't know that when he called for fifty taels of silver, my heart was in my throat. I didn't expect that you were still calm and I really expected that this kid would continue to shout for the price." The few of them squeezed into a large shop and did not live in others. A young man poured out all the money in the bag, and there were ten silver ingots in it.

Others also had their eyes shining. Such good things are not encountered every year, let alone even taking a hundred taels of silver at once.

"Hey, I'll show you this money. Most of it will be exchanged for offerings for Erlang Shen." The old farmer sneered when he saw these people's appearance.

Although he was still slugging his body at this moment, his eyes were dim and turbid, he could never see the timid intention again.

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but feel angry and stuffed the money back into their bag.

Although they are from the Wu Nuo lineage, they are not orthodox, and they are not even in the other party. They are just activities of the lower classes. Therefore, there are also sayings of "five ills and three ills", namely "widow, widow, orphan, alone, and disabled" and "money, life, and power".

Each of them had to at least defend one disadvantage and one deficiency before they could enter Wu Nuo's door.

This kind of lack of money in life is a good thing for the elderly to be alone for the rest of their lives. If you use magic tricks to make money randomly, it will harm your own life.

"puff."

Just as the leader of the old farmer was about to speak again, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Thorn."

A crack appeared out of thin air on his chest, as if someone had stabbed a sword here. Although the crack was not big, the blood flowed continuously.

"Master!"

Everyone surrounded and supported the old farmer, panicked, not knowing what had happened.

"Oh no, I've encountered a tough guy. I've misunderstood, but I didn't expect that the one who bought the mask was also a fellow man!" The old farmer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat up straight.

His Nuo God mask is a treasure worshipped by their sect, and it contains the spirituality of Erlang God.

Although Erlang Shen also has three eyes, it is not the recorded true Lord Erlang of Guanjiangkou. His real origin is the local belief in the old land of Diqiang. The locals have the custom of "tatting the forehead is the sky", that is, using a knife to carve marks on the forehead, and then apply ink on the wound, which looks like a standing eye.

This god was not called Erlang Shen, but because it was passed down to the central Sichuan area, its image was very similar to Erlang Shen, so it also called this name.

The Nuo God's mask contains Erlang's magic power, which has a fascinating power. This was for them, such as the witches and Nuo, who were more respected by the people when they were dancing Nuo opera, but occasionally, some rich people were influenced by the mask and thought that this thing was a treasure, so they paid for it.

The Erlang God worshipped by Wu Nuo is not a righteous god. After these rich people buy it, their destiny will be affected.

Whether it is short life or missed wealth, these lost life and wealth are actually captured by Erlang Shen.

After the mask captures the fate of these people, they will return to the hands of the Nuo people.

Because Nuo opera only once a year, and these victims usually die suddenly after a while or fall into the family, no one even associates this matter with the mask.

"The Nuo God Mask is the secret treasure of my sect. You must not be left out. Take some of the wounded medicine first, and we will meet that friend tonight." A sharp look flashed in the old farmer's eyes. He had been going to sways for many years, but today he failed. I don't know where this man came from, and I don't know the rules at all.

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"Third brother, you are really here. When Bai Xin passed the message to me, I thought I was dreaming. You don't know that when Guang'an had a problem, our brothers almost ran to the Governor's Mansion to kill Zhao Erfeng, the old thief." There were more than ten people in the mansion where Wu Xuanzhi lived. They were all wearing jackets, but they didn't have braids. While walking, you could vaguely see that they were capable, and they looked like people in the ranks.

"So I asked Bai Xin to stop you. You are the future of this country. How could you break the big plan because of my personal affairs? I was originally sensitive and didn't want to meet you, but in recent days, there might be some chaos in Sichuan, so I called you and asked for some things." Wu Xuanzhi looked at the energetic young faces in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, everyone immediately took the joke and subconsciously straightened their backs, as if waiting for Shangguan Xun to speak.

"You must also know that the fundraising of the Sichuan-Hankou Railway five years ago has been known. In recent times, some gentry in Chengdu will use this matter to put pressure on the court, which may cause a very large shock. No matter what others do, the new army under your command must not be messed with. Even if Zhong Ying gave the order, you don't have to pay attention to it." Wu Xuanzhi paused for a while before speaking.

These people were both fellow townsmen, but they were all children of tenant farmers and poor families. If they were in the earlier years, they might have been able to have children. But now they don’t pay attention to this. Ten years ago, he paid to send these people abroad to study, and then asked them to join the new army through this resume.

Because of their experience in studying abroad, they started very well. The worst one was the chief of the pedestal, who was in charge of more than a dozen people. The best one was already the platoon leader, with forty or fifty people under him.

The troops and horses under these people are in charge of them, and there will be about 400 people, which is already a considerable force.

Why did Wu Xuanzhi send Song Yuande away? Song Yuande is a native of Rongcheng. His relationships are complicated in the new army. If he doesn't send him away, when these new factions grow up, there will inevitably be conflicts between the two sides.

At this stage, Wu Xuanzhi doesn't want to break up with the local forces.

After all, to be honest, he himself is also part of the Sichuan-centered forces.

"Whatever the third brother said is, let alone keeping his troops in motion, even if we tied up Zhong Ying, we would have nothing to say." As soon as Wu Xuanzhi finished speaking, these people patted their chests and responded.

These people are highly bound to Wu Xuanzhi. They are not just brothers. In fact, they all occupy a lot of shares in foreign companies. To a certain extent, they have long been a community of interests.

Wu Xuanzhi smiled but did not continue to speak. He believed that these people were telling the truth.

After talking about the main business, everyone started talking about homely. To be honest, everyone hasn't seen each other for a year or two, and each has endless things to say.

Before I knew it, it got dark.
Chapter completed!