The old man Ibn seemed to be oblivious to these movements, but read another verse to the parishioners:

"Peasants, herdsmen, hunters, scribes, ministers, kings, for the sake of the only ruler, Ahuramazda, obey the teachings of Zarathustra. At that time, the people replied to the sage: We are willing to be your faithful slaves, and we will drive out the wicked, demon-worshipping, and unclean wicked.

"Wicked people, defile the sun and moon with curses, turn cultivated land into deserts, and wield their blades at sincere parishioners. ”

Well, although it is said that in front of the haggis soup shop, it is the parishioners who show the daggers first, but the waste of so many gangsters' chopsticks can probably be regarded as sharp blades.

It is the wicked who destroy life and prevent the faithful from attaining the salvation of Ahuramazda. In front of the parishioners, the wicked are so arrogant that they cannot be beaten. ”

Naturally, Wei Ye took out the official seal and reprimanded the officials who were the umbrella of the people, which was really a matter of arrogance.

"When the Day of Resurrection comes, these wicked and evil spirits will fall into the Dark, the hell to which darkness belongs. The heavenly palace guided by the sage will have no fate with the wicked, so they are so angry and corrupt and hurt the pious people! Ahuramazda, Lord of all things, O Radiance, please give us the strength to defeat those who bully us, insult us, and harm us, and prevent the cultists from harming my friends!"

As the old man Ibn chanted the prayers, the young parishioners who knelt on the felt carpets around the altar of fire and listened to the great Imar could no longer sit still. They barely suppressed their emotions and gestured to each other with their eyes, waiting for Old Man Ibn to finish his mission and leave the fire altar. These sectarians immediately gathered together, and the leaders were all those who met Wei Ye's group of people who were not seriously injured.

The gangster at the head is also surnamed Ma, and his name is Ma Wanfu, and he is the brother of Ma Changqing, who was shot in the knee. He was still awake, and when he saw Wei Ye in a Qingjin Taoist uniform, he seemed to be plain, but in fact he was extravagant, as if he had some origins, so he did not step forward to die by himself, but escaped a bloody disaster.

At this moment, he watched the back of the departing old man of Iben, savored a scripture that the Zoroastrian Great Imar had just recited, thought for a while, and said to everyone: "The affairs of the world, no matter how big they are, are no bigger than a rational word. Even if the government is rampant and domineering, the person who sells haggis soup surnamed Tie is just a flat-headed commoner, and he is a non-religious Han people, how can such a black-headed Han man dare to use the power of the government to shake his prestige against our people?"

These few words, these young and happy parishioners all nodded their heads again and again.

Although it is necessary to talk about the genealogy of surnames, most of the ancestors and even fathers of these parishioners were originally Han people with their hair tied on their heads, clothes with collars, and Han dialect in Hexi. However, since he converted to Zoroastrianism, it has only been a generation or two, and he has mixed a few words of peace with the flavor of Hexi when he opens and closes his mouth. There was no bun on the head, most of them had shaved their hair short, and even simply shaved it to reveal a green scalp, so that they could tightly tie up the hair cloth.

Fortunately, the habit of using chopsticks was finally retained, and I didn't follow the atmosphere of the rest country, and I ate all by hand.

Ma Wanfu saw that these people all nodded in agreement, and many people patted the daggers on their waists, so they almost cut out a bloody big flower face on their faces according to the customs of the Qiang people to show their determination to take revenge. He knew that the fire had already been burned, so he couldn't help but nod and said, "I know that these Han people are the least daring, and that person surnamed Tie has committed this big crime and doesn't dare to live in that haggis soup shop." Our brother inquired about the news, this surnamed Tie has already entered the temple of General Fubo with Xiao Soft! But even if he runs into the palace of the emperor of the Han family, he will also make amends to his brothers, and the big guy will come to discuss and discuss, how should we deal with this matter?"

He threw out a word, and a few familiar gangsters took over the conversation and coaxed: "What else is it worth talking to these Han people? Smash his shop and take away his soft belongings, if the temple of General Fubo's temple dares to say a word, and also smashes the temple that worships ghosts, and the candlestick ritual and cloth utensils are all brought back, and everyone shares the account, isn't it good?"

With these gangsters starting up, this group of parishioners was suddenly hooked into a fire in their hearts, and someone shouted: "The eldest brother of the Ma family was seriously injured by the dog official, this matter should have been taken by the second brother Ma to take us out, and we must also let those Han people see and understand, we parishioners are not easy to bully!"

In this way, there were not only people who were willing to come out to be the leading big brothers, but also people who were willing to fan the flames, and in a short time, more than 50 young parishioners gathered.

As for the government's investigation after the fact, there is no need to be afraid, over the years, the parishioners have found Hermes-Epitek to make trouble more than once, and the board has always only hit Hermes-Epitek!

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Toad Wang Chao didn't know that there was a big commotion in the temple for a while, and according to Wei Ye's instructions, he first went to the Temple of General Fubo in the east of Heishui City.

Compared with the magnificent vaulted square hall in the west of the city, the temple of General Fubo in the east of the city, which enshrines General Fubo's horse aid, is a little cramped.

The whole Fubo General Temple is divided into two courtyards, the first one is the Zhongcheng Temple, the shrine in the temple is dedicated to the tablet of the new Hou Ma Yuan, and there is nothing else.

However, in the two side halls, there are tablets dedicated to Long Bogao, Du Jiliang and Ma Yuan's sons of the marquis, and even the tablets of the local Tugu Yaomiao gods are also placed here.

Wang Chao saluted these gods one by one, hugged his fist to the temple that took care of the incense, and inquired: "I am a merchant from outside, and I don't know the local customs. It is said that in this ancestral hall dedicated to the village sages, there should be no worship of immortals, why are the customs of the land different?"

The old temple general Wang Chao looked at him, shook his head and said, "You dwarf man is the first time to come back to our Blackwater City." Many years ago, the Tugu Temple was in the west of the city, and every year before the spring ploughing, the officials of the county court had to pay tribute, and they also had to hunt spring cattle in front of the Tugu Temple to bless a good harvest of the year. It's just that later the west of the city was divided into Zoroastrianism, and to build a large worship temple, the Tugu Temple was demolished, and the tablet of the god was sent to our General Fubo Temple to take care of the incense. This has been a matter of more than ten years, and now the future life of Blackwater City is mostly unclear. ”

This temple Zhu said, shook his head, ignored Wang Chao, and went to the main hall to light the lamp. Wang Chao was bored, and when he saw that this place was also peaceful, there was no strange divine power or anything like that, so he also wanted to quit.

He was just about to leave the temple gate, but he saw a big man, holding a bundle of polished and deburred jujube wood poles in his hand, and walked straight to the second courtyard of General Fubo's temple. Wang Chao looked at this person in his eyes, and couldn't help but stop again, and thought: "Those wooden poles seem to have been specially oiled, not like ordinary carpenters' things, but like they are used to make guns." If you want to say something strange, what do you want so many guns to do in a temple?"

Thinking of this, he thought again: "As long as the lord asks me to investigate the strange movements in this black water city, who said that the weapons hidden in the temple are not unusual? ”

Thinking of this, he hurried out of the temple and trotted in the direction of the Blackwater City Transmission House.