Lord of Deception

On the border between Da Zhen and Da Li, a caravan that seemed to have some strength was crossing the border area, transporting a batch of materials unique to Da Li to Da Zhen.

Inside the ebony carriage, the space seemed many times larger than from the outside. A girl in her twenties was frowning at the thick account book. The boring content on it made her drowsy.

At this time, someone knocked on the car door.

"Come in, Forbes."

An old man with gray hair and a kind-hearted appearance entered the car and bowed his hands.

"Miss, there is a result."

"Oh, how about it?" The girl immediately became energetic and put down her account book.

"That sympathetic girl did indeed enter the wasteland with his stupid guard."

"I knew she was not an ordinary person, and her guard was not an ordinary person either." The girl was immediately very happy.

The old man nodded in agreement.

"Her bodyguard has clearly just returned to her body, but her energy and blood are stronger than those in the average blood sea realm, and they are pure and strong. She cannot be said to be talented at all. Only some big forces or special places can cultivate them. .

Moreover, that girl is not an ordinary person. I just probed a little and was almost sensed by her, but I felt that she was also within the third level.

I have also observed that when she speaks, she does occasionally have a hint of the accent of the western part of Kuihou Kingdom. The way she acts, the way she treats others, the way she sits and stands, all have the attitude of an oiran from Kuihou Kingdom, but it is no longer obvious. She was a lot more wanton, presumably because she was in trouble when she was young and was trained as an oiran. "

"How can those courtesans compare with Sister Xinxuan?" The girl frowned slightly and immediately retorted.

"Young lady is right, it really can't be compared..." The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. The confidence and confidence that the woman occasionally showed inadvertently was indeed not what ordinary people can have.

"Okay, Uncle Fu, tell me to go down and receive the letter from Sister Xinxuan and give it to me as soon as possible."

The contact address Xian Xian left was a small shop in Sancha District. Uncle Fu knew that leaving a contact address in such a place was basically the same as not leaving it at all.

But Xianxin said that his hometown is a small town in the west of Kuihou Kingdom. This is 100% true. You can't ask someone if the address they left is a fake one. That would be rude.

Therefore, in order that the sisters who fell in love at first sight would not lose contact in the future, the girl generously gave three flying communication swords developed by the Lihuo Academy. The kind that can send messages within five thousand miles is very valuable.

A girl from a rich family who has never been out of the house met a close friend of hers who she got along well with for the first time. It was just a bit generous and very reasonable.

One day later, a sword light lit up on the horizon, and in an instant it turned into a stream of light, falling in the direction of the motorcade.

Uncle Fu stretched out his hand and the sword light dissipated in his palm, turning into a letter.

The girl got the letter and opened it quickly.

"Tianxin's sister Fangqi, after not seeing each other for many days, I have arrived home safely.

Thinking of parting, my sister was very worried. My young master knew that I had a friend whom I fell in love with at the first sight. He was so happy that he said that he would be worried about his friend, so he sent a letter to report his good fortune.

I heard that my sister was going out for the first time, and someone told me that there have been frequent disasters recently, and there are also evil people showing off. I hope my sister will take care of herself.

Now that spring has come, I will visit again to express my longing for you.

Nearby.

Sad, windless and snowless night. "

Gu Tianxin looked at the beautiful handwriting with a hint of strength on the letter, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Uncle Fu, I have told you that as long as Sister Xianxun gets home safely, she will definitely send me a letter to say she is safe. She is quite worried about my safety."

Uncle Fu smiled and looked at the spiritual light in his hand that had not yet recovered after it collapsed, and he had some meaning.

"This messenger flying sword was used only once before it collapsed. It was a full five thousand miles away. If it were one day later and we continued to go north, we might not be able to receive it."

"Uncle Fu, keep walking. I want to reply to Sister Xianxuan."

Uncle Fu smiled and walked out to direct the caravan to move forward. After walking here for a while, he saw people fleeing one after another.

Again, the cold wind in the wasteland will not be sensible and will only stay in the wasteland. It is inevitable that places close to the wasteland will be affected by a major earthquake, and the impact will be far greater than that in the west of Dali.

It's just that people who suffered major earthquakes have long been accustomed to the cold every winter. Today it is a bit colder, but it is still within the tolerance of many people.

Those fleeing by the road are poor people who really can't survive.

And there are people like this every year.

As I was walking, I heard a slogan in front of me.

"The red sun is over, and the white sun will rise."

There was a group of fleeing civilians in front of them. They gathered together. There was a civilian who was also wearing rags but wearing thick clothes. He was holding a rough blue book with an excited expression and howling loudly.

"God has sent a revelation. Our Lady of the White Sun is about to come. Heaven will send punishments for sins. Only people of the Holy Religion can escape suffering."

After howling a few times, seeing that the civilians didn't seem to have any special reaction, he put the blue book back into his arms, opened the cotton coat he was wearing, and carefully opened a hole to reveal the white cotton inside.

"Did you see that, like you, I almost froze to death on the side of the road. Later, I met the Holy Messenger of the Holy Religion and gave me cotton clothes, so I was saved from freezing to death. Did you see that the best cotton can keep you warm? , I woke up and had breakfast today, and drank two bowls of porridge, the kind that didn’t fall over when I inserted my chopsticks into it!”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of those civilians finally changed a little.

A couple with their children couldn't help but ask.

"Really? If you don't put the chopsticks in, there are still two bowls left?"

"Really, if you join our holy religion, you and I will be one family. How can there be any reason for your family to starve?" The man nodded repeatedly and almost swore to the sky.

The caravan's convoy finally passed here at this time.

Uncle Fu came up, looked at the man pulling the head, and asked kindly with a kind look on his face.

"This little brother, my lady, I heard that you are helping the poor here, and I am very impressed. I would like to ask you, can you exchange your scripture for us?"

Uncle Fu took out a small golden bean the size of a soybean and handed it to the other party.

When the man saw the gold, he immediately nodded and handed the blue book in his arms to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu thanked him and returned to the carriage.

The blue book was placed on the table, with Baiyang Secret Records written on it. I opened it and took a casual look at it. The paper was rough and inferior, but the printing was quite clear, and the book was quite new.

The above content includes some simple prescriptions from wandering doctors, as well as some miscellaneous little knowledge that ordinary people can really use.

But most of them are mixed private goods, the scriptures are deviant, the mantras are strange, and there is no discernible purpose, and there are more slogans. To sum up, after joining the religion, you should recite scriptures and burn incense every day. , you can get the protection of Our Lady of the White Sun.

After death, the soul is attracted by the Holy Mountain and enjoys blessings there. Even if it unfortunately dies of starvation, it will not turn into a starving ghost. It will receive the blessing of the Holy Mother and turn into a hungry ghost that can eat. There will be a place to live in the Holy Mountain. There are also food offerings.

Uncle Fu glanced at it for a few times, and his brows immediately knitted together.

"Your Highness is in Dali, and he is spreading benevolent policies. These Baiyang evil ways cannot confuse the common people, but they went to the Great Earthquake to confuse the people with evil words. Moreover, they quickly changed the scriptures, published them in a book, and added the new hungry ghosts. Go in..."

"So audacious?" The girl was a little shocked. She quickly turned to the page and looked at it a few times. When she saw that it was indeed the case, even the appearance of the hungry ghost became the Holy Mother of the White Sun, serving the way and finding a glimmer of hope for the hungry ghost. .

"You are indeed bold." Uncle Fu was convinced, and this time he truly admired him.

He glanced at the girl who hadn't written a reply yet, pointed at the book, and said.

"I really don't know how to reply to the letter, so just take this book with you. If the flying sword is only used once, you can bring more things with you."

"That's right. I'll tell her what I encountered, including the local customs and customs." The girl nodded and agreed to Fu Bo's suggestion.

Uncle Fu smiled and nodded, taking the book and letter together, and walked out of the carriage.

He thought for a while, took out four more flying swords, activated one of them, and turned it into a ball of spiritual light. He stuffed the other three flying swords, scriptures, and letters into the spiritual light, and then the spiritual light turned into A stream of light rose into the sky.

As the convoy moved forward, it was still possible to hear believers shouting slogans and swaggering across the street at night when they reached the town.

The next day, Uncle Fu found Gu Tianxin.

"Miss, we should go back. The Baiyang Evil Sacrifice is rampant in the Great Earthquake. It's already a bit of a climate. I'm afraid the White Yang Evil Daoli of Dali have already come to the Great Earthquake. It's no longer safe here."

Seeing that Gu Tianxin didn't seem to have much reaction, Uncle Fu immediately added.

"Besides, if we continue to go north, we will exceed five thousand miles. There is a possibility that we will not receive your reply."

"Okay, after trading the goods, let's go back."

…

In Jinlan Mountain, Xinxin looked at the falling light from the sky, stretched out her hand to catch it, and the flowing light turned into several things in her palm, and the flowing light also shattered and dissipated.

In the distance, Lao Yang raised his eyelids and murmured in a low voice.

"What a loser."

Xian Xian looked at the three flying swords and laughed out loud. They were indeed not ordinary losers.

She read the letter, which was also just some greetings and warm greetings. The content was just an added sentence. On the road to the earthquake, she saw someone soliciting believers, so she changed the other person's scripture and was shocked after reading it. She felt that this was After they parted, the most interesting things they saw on the road were sent directly to Xianxian.

Xianxun flipped through the scriptures and looked at them. He raised his eyebrows and there was a murderous look in his eyes.

"Master, look at this."

Yu Ziqing took the scripture and started turning it from the first page, with a natural expression and comments.

"This scripture, despite all the messy brainwashing techniques, is still somewhat useful. Those little prescriptions are quite useful for ordinary poor families..."

After making a few casual comments, Yu Ziqing laughed angrily when he saw what happened next.

"Oh, the level of popularity of these Baiyang evil ways is really as high as ever, and the angles are as tricky as ever.

The disaster in the wasteland last time, this time even the hungry ghosts dared to suffer, and this time they dared to blame them all, which was the credit of their holy mother. "

The Jinlan Mountain he risked his life to retrieve corresponds to the holy mountain in the scriptures.

He worked hard to plant trees as a shelter for hungry ghosts, and gave alms to hungry ghosts, which also corresponds to the Virgin Mary's blessing to the hungry ghosts in the scriptures.

With this thought, Yu Ziqing put down the scriptures and looked up at Xianqian with an expression that said I had realized something.

"Tell me, is it possible that this Holy Mother is myself?"