Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

Looking at the six major factions running up the mountain along the mountain road.

The back molars of Jin Si's smile were exposed.

It's just that the six major sects and Xinmingjiao believers are very nervous.

The six major sects are afraid of being misunderstood by people from the New Ming Cult.

And the people of Xinmingjiao are afraid that the six major sects will have plans.

When they arrived at the main altar, Jin Si stood there waiting for the arrival of the six major factions.

"Welcome, welcome, you all go back and forth, are you planning to make a second purchase, right?"

"Senior, Yamashita... Yamashita is surrounded by the imperial army."

"The court, which court?"

"Mongols," one person called out.

"Don't you want to buy a ticket?"

"What ticket to buy?"

"When you think of me as Guangmingding, you can come whenever you want, leave whenever you want, come in and out, whatever you like, right?"

The six big pies showed bitterness.

"Senior, now that the imperial army is surrounding the mountain, we should join hands to fight against the enemy. At this time, we should stop fighting among ourselves."

"Hehe...you were still calling me evil heretics in private when you left, come back to the mountain to regain your strength and come to ask me for advice. Now that a group of tartars are blocking the way, you are planning to cooperate sincerely with me, are you rash? What? We have to wait until our Xinmingjiao and the Tartars fight to the death, let’s talk about it, don’t you think so?”

Everyone was very helpless, Mingjiao changed the leader casually, at least they could temporarily put aside their grievances and fight against the enemy together.

But Jin Si didn't reason with them at all.

At this time, Xuanwu Baihu took a stack of papers and sent them to the six major factions.

"I don't make it difficult for you either, just press your fingerprint on this IOU."

"What kind of IOU is this? There's not a word on it."

"Yeah, I haven't decided on the price yet, so you should press your fingerprints first."

The members of the six major factions gritted their teeth,

No one has fingerprinted.

There are a few hot-tempered ones who are ready to draw their swords and have a fight with Jin Si at any time.

Even people from the Xinming Cult felt that Jin Si was going too far.

Aren't you going to force them to fight us first?

At this moment, the people on the top of Guangming Peak could already see the Mongolian Tartars coming along the mountain road.

And the bottom of the mountain is even darker.

No matter if they were members of the New Ming Cult or the Six Great Sects, they all tensed up.

Although these people in the rivers and lakes don't care about good or evil.

He hates the Tartars.

But they are also very clear.

No matter how strong their martial arts are.

After all, the army facing the Tartars was insignificant.

A martial arts master faces a regular army.

Still can't play to their advantage.

Small quantity is one aspect.

More is the lethality of the army formation.

A martial arts master, if singled out, can practice fighting a hundred Tartar soldiers.

But when it comes to the battlefield, after maybe ten, maybe five, they will become meat skewers.

It's realistic and brutal.

These facts are only invalid for Jinsi.

Jin Si stroked his chin: "How many people are downstairs?"

"Two hundred thousand Tartar soldiers."

"The imperial court still has so many troops?"

Jin Si asked in surprise, knowing that he has been in the past few years.

I asked them to borrow one hundred thousand taels of silver back and forth.

"The Mongolian and Yuan courts claimed to have five million elite soldiers, but they were all scattered in foreign regions. In fact, less than two million could be formed into soldiers. The Central Plains estimated that there were one million."

"How many people are there in our Mingjiao?" Jin Si asked.

"About 15...140,000, if those people from the old religion are willing to submit to our new religion."

"How many people can the six factions gather?"

"If you count the vassal sects, there are probably 50,000 people."

"That's all. Isn't the Beggar Gang claiming that their disciples are all over the world?"

"It's all over the world, but the most difficult to gather is also the gang of beggars."

"It's full of fights and full calculations, that is to say, the strength of the Central Plains is only 200,000." Jin Si stroked his chin: "In other words, it's okay if all the Tartar soldiers downstairs are dead?"

"Master, there is still a secret way in our Bright Summit, why don't we hide it first and cultivate for a few days?" Yin Tianzheng asked.

He was a little unsure, these Tartar soldiers were not the followers of Guangmingding.

If the number of the two is equal, the Mingjiao congregation will be defeated by one blow.

The gap between the two sides is not the same.

Such is the contrast between the elite army and the mob.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"Then I will organize my staff now and prepare to meet the Tartars."

"It's not necessary." Jin Si waved his hand: "Just leave it to me, you tell them to sign the IOU quickly."

"If you continue to persecute us, we will seek refuge with the Tartars!"

At this moment, someone called out.

The scalps of Yin Tianzheng and the others exploded.

Sure enough, he was afraid of something.

But this is also a reasonable result.

With Jin Si's attitude, anyone would do the same.

Jin Si looked at the one who yelled the loudest.

"Who is the loudest one?"

"The old man is Xian Yutong! Now that I have said it, the old man is not afraid of you."

"Who else thinks so?" Jin Si asked.

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"And I, Kunlun." He Taichong and Ban Shuxian walked out.

"Is there anyone else who stands up together?" Jin Si asked calmly.

The Six Schools send you to look at me, and I look at you.

At this time, Kongtong Five Elder Zong Weixia came out.

"Although we will not seek refuge with the Tartars, we will definitely not be threatened by your Ming Cult. It is a matter of death. I, Kongtong, will fight to the death today."

"Come on, come on, if you have anything to say, come quickly."

"Amitabha, we are all fighting against the Tartars. There is no need to quarrel over something external to us. I, Shaolin, are willing to press my fingerprints."

At this time, Kong Wen, the only remaining old monk of the empty generation in Shaolin, came out and said.

When he looked at Jin Si, his eyes were a little uncomfortable.

Jin Si grinned, the old monk probably knew something.

However, Shaolin monk admits to be cowardly, which is expected.

In the past few times, Shaolin monk's decision seems to be quite wise every time.

This is also the reason why Shaolin has not been wiped out by Jinsi.

"Master Kongwen, their Ming Cult is aggressive, so are you willing to bow your head and surrender?" Xian Yutong shouted dissatisfied.

"What do you mean by bowing your head and proclaiming yourself a vassal? Now that the enemy is in front of us, it's just a common advance and retreat. Since the ambition of the head of the sect is to join the Mongolian and Yuan courts, you and I have different ways and do not conspire with each other." Kong Wen expressed his position.

"Little Emei girl over there, do you want to press your fingerprints? If you fall into the hands of the Tartars, they don't care whether you surrender or not. Those Tartars are a pack of tigers and wolves."

A group of little girls were so frightened by Jin Si's words that they cried non-stop.

"We press, we press fingerprints."

"Let's press it too." Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggar Gang, stepped forward and said.

Although Shi Huolong is not very upright, the Beggar Clan's teachings have always been the vanguard of resisting foreigners since its inception.

Even today, the original intention of the Beggar Gang has not changed.

Whenever Shi Huolong dared to say that he would take refuge in Meng Yuan, a group of brothers behind him would tear him up first.

"Okay, it's time to draw the road." Jin Si nodded in satisfaction, and then suddenly flew into the air.