Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng is unparalleled in wisdom, so of course he knows that it is very difficult to copy Wang Mang.

First of all, you have to copy other people's family and senior officials.

Wang Mang's family had a queen mother in the harem, and several high-ranking officials who held real power in the previous dynasty, which allowed him to rely on his great reputation to abdicate peacefully.

All the officials were convinced, but the army did not rebel.

The rebellion later was also because his methods could not solve the problems that arose in the Western Han Dynasty.

Therefore, Wen Rensheng would only take the name of Wang Mang, not the reality.

Just start from the holy religion under your feet.

The holy religion has a simple structure, consisting of eighteen halls, and the "Quan" clan takes over as the leader from generation to generation.

The current leader is Quan Tianyi, who directly leads the Ninth Temple, which belongs to his pro-army and the territory directly under his control.

The tenth hall is controlled by his niece Quan Shayun, who is also a saint.

This is more than one-tenth of the power of the entire holy religion.

It is equivalent to the major shareholder in the joint-stock system.

They have the blood hidden skills of the gods, accumulated from generation to generation, and have innate masters from generation to generation, which can suppress the holy religion.

With both the supreme force and the support of the middle and lower levels directly under the two temples, as long as it is not brain-dead, it is not difficult to rule the entire holy religion.

However, the leader of the Holy Cult is just an idiot... and an idiot with extremely high martial arts.

What he likes to do most every day is to sneak into other people's sleeping places in the middle of the night, knock people's heads like watermelons, and mutter "is it ripe?"

Don't think that he is just as scary as in the joke, since he took office, he has killed more than a dozen masters in the sect—the death methods are all open.

Go down with one claw and lift the sky spirit cover directly.

Then he yelled, "It's white, it's not cooked!"

On the other hand, I said something different once: "Red meat, this one is finally cooked! Haha, I finally mastered my ability to tell the difference between raw and cooked!"

It turned out that it was an old man who was frightened by him and had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

Without the support and suppression of the saint, he would have been overthrown long ago.

Even so, the holy religion is also panic.

Otherwise, it would not have happened that the Dharma protectors of the twelve halls were openly surrounded by righteous people.

Wen Rensheng had already set up a plan, selected a goal, and started to implement it immediately.

He came out of the twelfth hall slowly, and then walked towards the ninth hall.

Seeing this, the purple flower dog who was basking in the sun was a little curious and quietly followed.

What is the teacher going to do?

Could it be that he has learned some unique skills again?

Thinking this way, Zhao Han put aside his business and decided to take a peek.

Anyway, she is a dog now, and no one can blame her for doing these things.

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In the nine halls, a middle-aged man with messy hair was jumping up and down in the hall.

And in the hall, there are groups of fearful congregants kneeling on their knees.

I saw the middle-aged man beating on their heads earnestly and listening attentively.

"This one is not familiar."

"Nor this one."

Anyone who heard that their heads were unfamiliar immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped their cold sweat vigorously.

And those who haven't had their turn yet have their hearts in their throats.

They are like a group of elementary school students being checked by the new grumpy math teacher, but they didn't do it themselves.

"Hey, there's something wrong with this one. It seems familiar, but it doesn't seem familiar?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped in front of a young man.

He put his ear close to the opponent's head carefully, and knocked on the opponent's forehead again.

The young man was sweating profusely, and his whole body was shaking with tension.

The voice sounded crisply on the forehead.

Sometimes long, sometimes short.

Three long and one short, listen to the shortest.

Three short and one long, the longest listening.

"I think it should be familiar, do you think so?" He turned his head to look at the congregation.

"Everything is judged by the leader!" Everyone said in unison.

"No, no, when I went down the mountain last time, I met an old master. He said that the king should rule without saying a word, and leave everything to the cabinet. If the cabinet can't do well, change the cabinet. Because the king can't be easily replaced. And doing things is easy to make mistakes, so the king should not do things, just change people. So you have to give me advice..."

The middle-aged man spoke seriously.

If Wen Rensheng hadn't been outside the palace gate and could clearly see what he was doing, he would really have thought that he was engaging in the system of virtual monarchy that is fashionable on the Internet now.

This is a popular saying among scholars in the southeast of Dayan.

It is said that it was created by a certain Confucian surnamed Liu.

There are still a lot of people who understand.

There are also real history.

It's a pity that no one dared to mention this kind of statement once the Tartars came...

On the contrary, everyone called out Shengming.

Zhao Han looked at it, but felt that what the middle-aged man said was quite right.

I can't make up my mind, can't I brainstorm?

She still hasn't figured out exactly what happened.

At this time, an elderly member of the congregation summoned up his courage and said, "Master, I don't think he is familiar with it, so there is no need to open it."

Because the young man was related to him, he was his only nephew, and he had no children, so he dared to risk his life to speak.

"Oh, Chen Zuoshi, what basis do you have for saying he is not familiar with you?" The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the elderly congregation.

"This, this voice is clear and not muddy, which means that the melon flesh inside has condensed into a ball and has not spread out. This is one of the characteristics of unfamiliarity. In addition..." The elderly congregation unexpectedly said one, two, three.

It can be seen that being persecuted by the leader did not take a day or two, and he became an expert in knocking watermelons.

The middle-aged man nodded while listening.

"Yes, yes, everyone should learn from Liu Zuoshi." The middle-aged man praised.

"Then, you don't need to open this melon, right? Master." Chen Zuoshi didn't care about the other party calling his name wrong, just asked.

"Well, I recently read the sage's words, and practiced to gain true knowledge. Your theory is excellent, but you still have to open it to see if it is right." As he spoke, the middle-aged man bent his fingers and grabbed the young man's head. .

"Wang!" Zhao Han exclaimed.

She was still confused, why did she want to kill someone all of a sudden?

The middle-aged man only slowed down for a moment, just a dog, and continued to dig down.

"stop!"

A voice appeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally someone came to stop the leader.

Then they all looked up to the outside of the hall.

They were then disappointed.

Because the visitor turned out to be an unknown person, but there was a very famous dog by his side—because the saint often took it with him, going in and out of various places, often eating and drinking.

They didn't suspect how the two of them got in, because even the gatekeepers were concentrated in the main hall.

The Nine Palaces have no protection at all.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man turned to look at Wen Rensheng.

"I am your teacher." Wen Rensheng said with a smile.

"My teacher? My teacher?" The middle-aged man was confused and beat his head hard.

"Who is my teacher? Why don't I remember."

"Yes, yes, he is your teacher. This Mr. Guo is your teacher." Chen Zuoshi hurriedly chimed in.

Otherwise, his nephew would be dead.

He often walks outside, and has already recognized Wen Rensheng as a new recruit from the Twelfth Hall, and his skill is not bad.

"Yes, Mr. Guo is your long-lost teacher..." Someone followed.

If it wasn't for the fact that Wen Rensheng was too young, they would all want to say, this is your father.

Now everyone urgently needs a normal person who can control the leader...

The holy religion has become a demon religion, and most of the bad reputations are created by this leader.

No matter how many good things they have done, as long as the other party says a word: "You have a leader who likes to eat human brains", they will be speechless.