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"Do you know how many fragments these brothers have in their hands?"

"I don't know, I only know that it seems to be an acquisition, and the previous channels also said that it was sold."

"Is it called Cheng Xing [-] Cheng Xing [-]?"

Before Zhang Yun returned, another advertisement suddenly flashed under the light curtain of the advertisement playing outside: Obtain the holy object and worship together. The Celestial Sect welcomes all believers and catechumens to participate in the worship meeting of the Celestial Being.Time: September 9 at 12:5 pm.Location: Qiongguang Plaza, enter from the south entrance.

I don't know what holy objects there are in the Celestial Sect, unless the Celestials suddenly choose other people.

Then it can only be Tang Yi's bones. It turns out that relics are popular at the moment. I suddenly feel a little split. The memory on the White Tower and the memory in real life are intertwined, not even a joke. Now I know whether I'm making a joke about Huaxia Star or Heaven and Man.

Qiongguang Square is located at the junction of the factory area and the refugee area, but it is not far from the urban area. Tang Yi died on a building seven stops away from here.

Speaking of which, the White Pagoda is really scary. Almost immediately after going there, I seem to know a lot of knowledge, ancient history, modern common sense, local dialects, folk sayings, familiar popular stories... It’s like being born and raised there, no wonder there are many At the beginning, people can't realize that the world they live in is illusory...

I was leaning against the light curtain by the window because it was convenient for the cultivation world to help me arrange this identity. Fang Zeyi had just left to find a place to live. I checked the time. It was tomorrow afternoon. The special white card is a special talisman paper without engraved runes, the kind that can be used to activate several times. After thinking for a while, I put it aside and made a draft.

The talisman array I have on hand is actually not in line with the modern norms. It is the new norms formulated by my company. They are basically disposable. I have two repeating talisman cards. One is a special energy card. One is the original prototype card, which releases up to three swallow-shaped attack waves at a time.

In addition, there are some disposable runes left... I looked at all my runes, and felt that there was still a little bit of defensive runes missing.

I downloaded the latest Iron Armor Talisman Array diagram from the developer forum, and made some changes on the basis. It wasn't until late at night that I figured out all kinds of spiritual ink blends and started to draw symbols.

This is a relatively complicated talisman. After returning from the White Tower, I found that my mental strength is more than before, but because I can't cultivate, I still need to hold an energy potion for myself and stick it on my thigh when drawing talismans. , the paper flashed twice, it was a second-level talisman, the thighs were swollen very high, and the sky was slightly whitish.

I don't have time to rest, I need to discuss the development of Sumeru Space in the morning, and I rush back at [-] pm to go to the Qiongguang Square to attend some meeting of Tianrenjiao.

After washing his face, Zhang Yun's newsletter came. He confirmed that the pair of brothers were Cheng Xing and Cheng Xinger. Because the matter was so big, they found the media to publicize it. The media outside Sunset Port were also paying attention. The Green Bamboo Sect declared The brothers were only peripheral disciples when they were in the Green Bamboo Sect, and all their actions had nothing to do with the Green Bamboo Sect.

I put away the card and asked him if he would go with me at night, he is not considered a public figure, the public only knows his brother, and he just went to study at the Xiuzhen Academy, and he was always behind the scenes. I made up a family ethics drama, but in fact he and Zhang Lin are brothers of the same father and mother, and there is no love or hatred.

"When the media is here, I will be in the dark. If something happens and you call me, I will be at the book corner on the west side of the square."

Safe, I packed up and went out, and the experts asked a few questions about Xumi Space, and learned that I can only lend three books at the same time with my current reading authority, and the rest of the books will be blocked by powerful restrictions.

And senior talisman experts, like Tao Yang and the others, have been in the ruins of the setting sun, in the northernmost part of Huaxia Star, and they can't get through at all.

I couldn’t remember Tao Yang unless the experts mentioned it. As soon as he said it, I thought of Master Tao Ran. I said, why don’t I ask my teacher, Master Tao Ran? Overcome this.

Experts said that the Fuzhen master who leads the team does not have to choose between Tao Ran and Tao Yang. From what he said, it seemed that he had a problem with my teacher. I borrowed time from the bathroom to ask Master Tao Ran. Knowing that she just needs the opportunity to train students, my seniors and sisters can all be on their own. Backed by the Cultivation Academy, there is no shortage of interns.

So I said I would leave it to Master Tao Ran, even though I imposed the restrictions, I forgot about them.Most of my current talisman knowledge is learned from Master Tao Ran. Maybe I suddenly remembered how to crack a few key points while discussing with the master, and the Cultivation Academy is in a critical period when it is about to establish a branch...

I later found out that this expert is also a scholar of talisman formation, but I have never heard of it, because his status is rather embarrassing. If he is said to be a master, he has no works. If he is not, he is very qualified. Sitting in the position of an expert and not leaving, others talk about his age but no results. He urgently needs something that doesn't seem so difficult but will be enough to cause a sensation, so that he can be real.

But he was cut off by me, and he was so angry that he scolded me a lot later, to the effect that Tao Ran has neither lack of works nor fame, this is academic hegemony!

However, I didn't respond to his yelling. I sorted out the daily report and gave it to the director. He replied directly, saying that it was very good. After Tao Ran became a professor of the Cultivation Academy, she was more successful than her leading students in the sect. She is a good person. Teacher, it is right to give this project to her, the committee has approved my application...

It was confirmed in the plan that I will contact the Sumeru Ring a week later and return to Shangyang City to open the Library Pavilion.During this period of time, the comprehension world and the Federation need to contact the relevant personnel of Qinglong Walled City to be responsible for the environment near the Library Pavilion... If it weren't for the fact that there is a mixed terrain where fish and dragons are difficult to find, it would not take a week at all. It is very easy to talk about not pulling out the foundation of the gang/gang.

When I arrived at Qiongguang Square, I almost thought I had come to the wrong place. It was just an ordinary square. At this moment, the lights were flickering, and there were crowds of people, and colorful flags were hung. I was crowded in the crowd, and even my glasses were about to be squeezed. Dropped, barely squeezed into the middle of the crowd.

There are reporters here, but they are not much better than me. Everyone has paid for the image of journalism.Only the reporter of Xiuzhen New Daily occupies the best position, next to the temporary platform set up in the center of the square, and next to the platform are two brothers, Cheng Xing and Cheng Xing. There was a muffled sound, and there seemed to be a curtain behind it, with staff coming in and out.

The Celestial Sect didn't preach in such a chaotic way before, this place is more like a big rural stage, where folk artists will jump up in a while, performing unique skills...

And why are there so many people?There are neatly dressed people, as well as the poor people I have seen in Huanghua Village. They are all dressed in rags, and they are crowded in the crowd actively or forcedly, with different expressions.

A huge truck came roaring in from outside the square, and the crowd became even more crowded. My chest was pressed against my back, and my chest was pressed to the point of being dented. I almost spit out my breakfast—there were three trucks, It seemed to be carrying something, and then stopped on the square.

The people seem to be rearranging the scales of fish scraped off by the back of the knife one by one.

Cheng Xing held the microphone in one hand. To be honest, I don’t know who the two brothers are. Anyway, one of them held the microphone, and the other took a box from the audience.

"Everyone! Our Celestial Sect solemnly declares! We are not liars!"

Um?Why so direct?Is there no foreshadowing of cause and effect?Is there no explanation?No doctrinal explanation?Not even hymns!

"We know it! Everyone is poor! Life is hard! As long as you preach the word well, you will be blessed in your next life!"

These are really simple and effective words... There seemed to be loyal believers in the crowd, and they whimpered for some reason.

Why!

The reporter from Xiuzhen New Daily circled the podium with their buttocks pouted, turning 360 degrees and looking up at the two of them to shoot.

"Some time ago! It was because of the liars in the cultivation world! Those liars in the sand realm! They killed our high priest Tang Yi! They killed her! They sent someone to push her down!"

What are you guys talking about? I've watched a lot of live videos. Didn't you guys mutiny here...

The shock is already on my face, and no one would recognize it as misery even if I didn't wear makeup.

"Everyone! Although the body of the high priest was killed by them! But! The priest who was blessed by God left us a holy thing!"

The other opened the box and tilted it slightly so that anyone who was closer could see it. It was six phalanxes, incomplete, jade-colored, and had some burnt marks.

It is almost the same as the two knots in my hand, and it doesn't look like a fake.

After circling around, the person with the microphone said: "Holy objects have God's blessing! We have received God's blessing! Everyone! Let's sing hymns! Praise our high priest! Praise our God in heaven!"

Some believers in the crowd began to sing intermittently:

Ah... the pain in this life is so temporary...

More people not only didn't know how to sing, but also seemed to be joking, with their mouths closed and their expressions indifferent.

Someone suddenly appeared from the truck and dropped dozens of packages to the staff under the table.

Represented by this small group of people, a group of people with amazing arms opened the package and threw it outside.

Throw it directly to the outermost edge.

The hymn suddenly became lower, and there were bursts of exclamations: "It's flour! It's rice!"

I also saw fresh vegetables packaged.

The staff in the middle kept throwing them out, and the crowd couldn't reach the inner circle, so they had to keep fighting outside, and the sound of hymns stopped immediately.

The people on the stage suddenly said in an extremely mournful tone: "Everyone! Does a little food make you stop praising! We have the holy things left by the high priest, so why worry about the food of this life! God has paid for us. There are so many, aren’t we even willing to give them praise!”

Um?I was still out of the way, and there were women crying from all directions, holding a handful of torn rice in their arms, and some of them in their headscarves sang hymns loudly, everyone sang their own songs, and their voices were chaotic.

Someone saw something coming from a truck and tried to pick it up, but the person on the truck seemed to have some strength and pushed him away.

One of the two brothers holding the microphone said in a tone of regret: "Is this a believer of God! Are you really a believer of God? As for robbing? Does God care about these things? Does God hide them from you! You don’t even have praise, but you still want to rob God’s gift? May God forgive you!”

The wailing became louder, and even the man next to me, who looked tough and treacherous, bowed his head and silently learned to sing the hymn.

The pain in this life is light for the time being...

Only I am still out of the situation, and even combined with the experience on the White Tower, I suspect that this is the scene of some evil/religious ceremony.

Both Cheng Xingyi and Cheng Xinger on the stage got excited, and took the lead in singing the hymn hoarsely. They sang it once, and those in the audience were mobilized and sang it neatly.

"Everyone! We are blessed by God! As long as we believe! As long as we preach, what are we afraid of!"

The holy relic was raised aloft again.

Cheng Xing shouted, "Praise God!"

Intermittently followed: "Praise!"

Above: "Praise!"

Below: "Praise!"

The sound rose from wave to wave.

Dozens of packages were dropped from the truck again, and the people at the table skillfully unpacked them. With strong muscles, they waved these packages and spilled them again, as if feeding a flock of pigeons.

This time, food was sprinkled, packaged rice, noodles, vegetables and fruits, and they were snatched by countless hands before they were trampled on. Those who were trampled were those who accidentally fell down.

I threw out a floating talisman array in time to pull people up. I was afraid of being too conspicuous, so I bent down and tried to get into the center of the table, but these people seemed to be in the Qi refining stage, so they stopped me.

"Praise!" shouted from above, and the sound of the loudspeaker nearly burst my ears.

"Praise!" The voice of the crowd made my scalp tingle.

At this time, only the shouting "praise" was left, and in the sound waves of praise, I saw trucks passing by one by one.

The first car is full of food, fresh food, and high-end food packaged in supermarkets.

The second car, full of clothes, new shoes, new shirts, skirts, pants.I saw a child try his best to grab four or five pairs of shoes and run outside, even though these four or five pairs of shoes were all many sizes smaller than him.

The third car, sprinkled money.

What was sprinkled were coins, not crystal coins, but coins with a face value of ten yuan. The person who was hit on the head and on the bridge of the nose was grabbed by the hair to find the ten yuan that fell before he could smile.

"praise!"

"praise!"

The scattered shouts and noisy voices of the crowd can be heard endlessly.

However, the fourth car was parked there and never moved. After almost all the money was picked up, everyone knew that the next one would be what was in that truck, and everyone was looking forward to it.

The expressions of the people on the stage suddenly became solemn: "Have everyone got what they want?"

shouted: "Praise God!"

"Praise God! Today, we have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a little pocket money, but it's just this little money! We still have to fight for it! Why is this! Why are we also in Huaxia Star? We are all God’s people, so we have to suffer like this?”

The people below were silent.

"Because we're stupid!"

I was startled, and after picking up an old man who had fallen, I was on the periphery of the crowd, unable to see what was underneath at a close distance.

"We don't know, after the reform, we also have the right to vote! Why did we listen to the opinions of those idiots, we thought we couldn't vote, even if we could, we voted for this or that official, no! We want to vote for ourselves! We want Give your tickets to those who do practical things for us! Let us also have good schools here! We also live in big houses here!"

The bottom is still silent, this concept is too big.

They want votes from factories and ghettos?

The reason for using the cultivation world as an imaginary enemy is... the votes of the Federation Parliament!Shangyang City is the federal central council, but there are local councils in the two regions of the four regions except for some areas in the sandy and cold areas... They want a seat in the southern council!

The two brothers on the stage sobbed: "Who is the person who cares about us the most? She is our high priest! She came to us from a big family of cultivators and preached the gospel of God to us. This year is the time for the election. I should have voted for her, let her go among those lost people, and tell them that our Heaven and Man Sect are all friends, why can’t we give us more resources? However, the cultivation world is afraid of her, afraid of her being elected, afraid of her Fight for us! They killed her!"

I don't know if their performance convinced themselves from the bottom of their hearts, or what...they were already crying.

The people below also burst into tears, blaming themselves and regretting...

"Can we trust our destiny!" the two brothers shouted.

"Do not believe!"

I may be one of the few sober people present, and I can see that their words are blunt and logical, almost rambling, or even nonsense, but they are full of emotions, making people unable to say anything.

There was a howling sound below.

"We don't believe in destiny! We are going to fight for a seat! Even if there is one! Our environment can be greatly improved! Even if we become this member of parliament, we will be threatened! We will fight for one!"

"Fight for one! Fight for one!"

"Don't be afraid of the realm of comprehension! Let's fight for one!" A slogan was shouted from above.

The following followed up.

"Everyone—" Cheng Xingyi wiped away his tears and spread his arms, "Today, the high priest is gone, but everyone knows that my brothers, Cheng Xingyi and Cheng Xinger, and I have been following the high priest. Following her personal instructions, I will never shrink back at this time, and I will never cherish my own life more than everyone else's."

"For this election, please all friends in the church work together to send me, Cheng Xingyi, to the Southern Council. Let the glory of our Celestial Church spread throughout the planet! Realize the wish of our high priest! If I am targeted Dead! And my brother Cheng Xinger, life is endless, revolution is endless!"

"Life is endless, revolution is endless!"

The chants started again.

The fourth truck finally opened, and leaflets scattered all over the sky. It was printed with the election leaflets of Cheng Xing and Cheng Xing, two brothers, and 100 yuan banknotes were stuck on the back.

Leaflets scattered in the sky like a flock of pigeons, and people crowded together.

I dialed the communication, but I contacted Cheng Xingyi.

"Maintain order at the scene, a stampede is about to happen, I can't do it alone."

On the stage, Cheng Xingyi's expression of grief and sacrifice remained unchanged, and he said through the microphone: "Everyone, don't rob, everyone has it. Our staff will help the elderly and children, and don't fall down..."

Then I saw him jump off the platform and get behind the curtain.

His reply came from the headset: "Are you there? Shall we meet? Don't worry, everyone is kind to each other. I won't do anything to you."

"It's not convenient for me to see you, I just want to ask..." I squeezed into a secluded corner, "You use the Celestial Sect as an election tool?"

"The effect is very good, isn't it? The people here are somewhat uneducated. If they can't listen to the logic, they leave. It's better to post something directly. Don't say it so badly. I'm not lying. There is indeed the right to vote here, but there is no For the local MP, Tang Yi will absolutely run for one when she is still alive, and the people will support her, and the teachings are not important, the important thing is that it can bring benefits to people and bring a little hope."

"What do you plan to do here as a member of Parliament?" I asked one more question. He didn't know the details of me after I was released from prison, so he was polite to me. After all, Tang Yi is gone, but the Liberal Party here is still there.

"To do good things for the people here, we must first improve the sanitation...the people here are too sick, and then do education..."

I hummed, and it sounded like a good thing: "I'm calling you, I have a favor, please help... Is Tang Yi's skeleton in your box? How much did you buy? Can you sell it to me? I promised Tang Yi to collect her body."

"What are you selling? In this way, give us 100 yuan and we will create some fake support scenes. If you really take it, you can put it in the ground for peace."

"Okay, please, I'll transfer the money to you. Please hand over her remains to the west library corner now. My people are waiting for you."

I sent a message to Zhang Yun, and he dialed me after receiving it: "I don't know why, I think Brother Cheng Xing looks familiar."

"Isn't it always on the light screen?"

"No, I must have seen them somewhere."

I suddenly remembered one thing.

During Tang Yi's time, Tianrenjiao was almost always posted upside down. There were no fee items, only a broken newspaper to support the activity funds. After all, her inheritance is with me, and she never wanted to go back. Although I have never used it, the account There are no traces of others moving.

So, where did the carloads of money, the carloads of things... all come from?

You know, when the brothers of the Cheng family were in the Green Bamboo Sect... they were just peripheral disciples doing logistics.

And...to buy Tang Yi's remains, to organize events...where did the money come from?

Also, where did the permit to hold a public meeting in this large square... come from?