Three days ago, Daoist Li fought with the white turban thief in the urn city, the god of hair and the wild god in the sky descended to earth, if it were not for the help of the flute in the city, the big eyeballs in the air were almost destroyed by the other party, and the Taoist priest guessed that there were people in the city who were secretly helping him, I thought it was Sima Slut's gang, but I didn't expect it to be this, the master of the Taoist temple that he circled. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, it's not impossible to think about it now, willing to be poor, hidden in the downtown area, not greedy for fame and fortune, with these characteristics, that is not an appropriate hermit master.

Sima Slut always said that he wanted to deal with the boss behind the scenes, but the problem was that the boss in front of the scene was about to toss and hang the Taoist priest, the red scarf ancestor and the bronze armored zombie, the former may not be lightly injured, but the latter is not over yet!

In other words, as the acting governor of Jiangnan, does he want to show some attitude of eagerness for talent? What did Lao Cao do back then, he hurriedly threw away one of the shoes, and as soon as the other party entered the door, he shook the other party's hand with great joy.

"Old Dao Tianshuzi-"

"I really admire Your Excellency's name for a long time, I have always been on the side, I didn't want my seniors to mention it in person, it's really a sin and a sin, no, when I saw my seniors coming, I forgot to put on my shoes, so I hurriedly got out of bed, alas, it's rude!" said Daoist Li with a shy face.

"......" Tianshuzi.

...... "Miao Sansi, senior brother, I have seen your shoes, they are under the chair, so pretentious!"

Fortunately, on this day, the cardinal is an honest person, and honest people generally do not expose people's shortcomings, although his face is strange, he still respectfully respectfully salutes the Taoist priest, and then sits down.

"It's not a secret, Lao Dao came this time, in addition to thanking Daoist Qingcheng for his help to our master and apprentice all the time, there is also the rampant evil Buddhists outside, who are inevitably devastated, and want to do their best. ”

"Okay, good! Now there is a lack of mana like the predecessors around Poor Dao, uh, mana-" Daoist Li felt that something was wrong, and quietly opened his eyes in the sky, not thinking that the other party did not have the slightest mana fluctuation, this is the Dao line is too high or there is some hidden cultivation treasure.

"It's not a secret, the old Taoist is a Taoist priest who has placed orders on his own, and he has no sect inheritance, and he is still an outer door. ”

The outer door means that you have not practiced the guidance technique and the method of convincing qi, that is to say, in addition to looking like a Taoist, in fact, there is no difference between ordinary people on the inside, what does the Taoist master want you to do as an old man, boil tea and boil water?

The Taoist priest was just disappointed, that Miao Sansi was a typical person who hated the poor and loved the rich, and immediately shouted: "That old Taoist priest, you still see what my senior brother is doing, my senior brother takes care of all opportunities every day, how can he take care of you, you are not here to climb relatives, right? Let's go, go out with me!"

"Ahem, Lao Miao, you have a polite attitude, the seniors are indifferent, how can you be the kind of person you said," Daoist Li hurriedly interjected, he could use the flute to trigger the formation, no matter how you say it, you have some ability, what if you run away from people.

Tianshuzi didn't care, and said: "Old Dao also knows that Dao Chief, you are the governor of the whole city's defense, and you work hard, and it is rare to be able to take the time to see each other. ”

"Qimen Dunjia?"

"Qimen Dunjia!"

Miao Sansi thought that this thing didn't sound good, it should be some kind of Taoist trick, but he didn't expect Daoist Li to grow his mouth directly, showing an expression of looking at God, and hurriedly whispered: "Senior brother, this Qimen Dunjia is very powerful?"

"It's amazing!"

Qimen, Liuren, Taiyi, known as the three major Taoist numbers, Qimen Dun is also known as the first of the three major numbers; although it is said that the street stall is only five cents a piece, but dare to say that it can be understood, is to add the three major schools of Taoism, the people who will count ten fingers, read this book, at least on behalf of Feng Shui, the formation of the two major skill trees are full, I go!

Jiang Taigong, Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, these cattle people have all passed this course before they came out of the mountain, there is a jargon that is proficient in mathematics and easy to reason, that is, there is Wang Zuozhicai.

"Then what's the use of this ability?" Miao Sansi said curiously.

"Let the old Taoist do the math," Tianshuzi took out a tortoise shell from his sleeve, shook it, shook it, and then pinched his fingers, and after only a tea time, he said: "There will be a heavy fog outside the city tonight, and there will be white turban thieves taking the opportunity to steal the city." ”

Daoist Li swallowed and foamed, what is the most lacking in this dynasty, talents! Talents like Dao Ye and the one in front of him!

At night, in the camp of the White Turban Legion, seven or eight White Turban mages really cast spells and chanted spells, making movements similar to sacrificial dances, and the thick white mist slowly overflowed, gradually spreading out, and in the mist, one after another figures moved towards the city wall.

Then, and then there was no then, and the white turban thieves could break the city when they were on guard, and this Luo Du didn't know how many times he had lost it.

In recent days, the people in the city suddenly found that these servants who distributed porridge had changed some new faces, but they did not look like people in the yamen, but most of them were disabled, either their hands were broken, or their legs were broken, and their faces were serious, and they were meticulous in their work.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and quietly asked, "Dude, are you new here?"

"I am the head soldier of the Yan camp, called Chen Wuliu. ”

"Yan Ying, what a good soldier!" The man asked again: "Aren't you guarding the city, are the white turban thieves outside still fierce?"

"Not only is it fierce, it's simply humanoid, several of my brothers were skinned off by them on the battlefield, are you vegetarians when you are those monks? They eat human flesh!"

"Ah!?The doctrine of these white turban thieves doesn't say that they kill officials but not people, how can this be?"

Even if it is to vent their grievances, the women and children, old and young, men and women in this city, will at least half of them be killed or injured, and people will not be able to tell with their eyes that your surname is Zhu or not, whether you have any family wealth or not, just kill them. ”

"I also told you, this white turban thief will have a kind of witchcraft, can drive the dead to attack the city, think about it, if your wife and children become ghosts to kill you, what will you ......do?"

This kind of scene is constantly played out in various porridge stalls, although these veterans say different things, but they are all expressionless, as if they are reciting lines, and there is always someone who happens to ask questions for him to answer, focusing on how disgusting, brutal, and perverted the white turban thief is.

Seeing that there was already a large circle of people around the porridge stall, not only were they making porridge, but they were also gossiping, some of them also asked the young people at home if there was anything wrong, and some were inquiring about the process of the war, when the officers and soldiers outside would come to the rescue, in short, it was quite lively.

"Dao Chief, won't it be a problem to spread rumors in the city?" said the staff member Ziming worriedly, this guy is quite capable of business, no wonder Lao Wang likes to take him with him.

"It depends on what kind of rumors it is, fear is also the source of human strength," Daoist Li muttered.

If you hit a mallet, you have to give a sweet date, and since it shows the brutality of the skinheads, it is all the more necessary to highlight the great and righteous image of our army; so in just a few days, the streets and alleys were plastered with the 'Four Laws for Protecting the People' at the speed of small advertisements.

Moreover, this 'notice' is not like the previous yamen's verbosous and vernacular form, and what it says is dry goods.

'First, if there is a male in the family to protect the city, from this month, the family can go to the government office every month to receive three buckets of grain, half a copper coin'

'Second, if there is a male in the family to protect the city, within three years, the family rent and tax will be halved, and the other half will be paid by the yamen, and the people in the city can choose to receive it in monthly installments or a lump sum.'

'Three, if there is a male in the family to protect the city, if unfortunately left disabled, the yamen provides various positions to choose from, first, the tax collector, second, the warehouse clerk, third, the post man, fourth, the gate officer, ......

'Fourth, if there is a male in the family to protect the city, if he has made meritorious deeds, the court will reward the same as the officers and soldiers, and depending on the size of the merit, the government should reward him with official land and silver money, and give him a book of merit; after the chaos of the cult and bandits, all kinds of industries are waiting to be developed, and the yamen should subsidize them to open their shops, and the officials and servants shall not make it difficult, and the specific measures are as follows: 1. The vacant land in the city can be leased first......

At the end of the notice, the official seal of Vermilion was stamped, indicating that the above regulations were not come up with someone patting their heads, no, even if they were conceived by patting their heads, they were effective and guaranteed by the government.

The people in the city were in an uproar, and there were such good things! Not to mention, the halving of the tax alone would make most families breathe, and renting land, seeds, cultivators, and iron tools would crush the backbone of the peasants' uncles at every turn, just like the land tax.

Regardless of whether the other measures of the government count or not, but this money and this grain really fell into the pocket, and there were idlers who deliberately calculated it, it seemed that the war was more than usual, and for a while, the fame of the Qingcheng Daoist spread like a virus, and this was simply the regeneration parents of the small people.

The immortal tablet in the Taoist fantasy has been erected in every household, although there are not many people who have seen this guy, but the Taoist priest in the city feels that he doesn't want it, the key is that people really give benefits!

The entrance of the palace was crowded with a lot of people in the city for a while, and the numb look disappeared from their eyes, replaced by full enthusiasm, enthusiasm for cutting in line.

"Zhao Thief Bird, don't steal my seat, my son is the first batch to be chosen!"

"Don't squeeze don't squeeze, I'll arrive first!

"My son joined the army for his father, so filial, only our orphans and widows are left, and you are embarrassed not to let my family go to get food first!"

As for where the money and grain came from, it was all contributed by the big families in the city who were grateful for the kindness of the imperial court and the dedication of the officers and soldiers, and when it came to a critical moment, everyone did their part to protect their families and defend the country.

Of course, not everyone is willing to give for free, so there was new progress in the case of Fu Yin's rebellion, and soon a few accomplices were found and their homes were raided by the way.

"See, this is the will of the people, this is the great righteousness! If today's fate is on me, this bandit outside the city, that is a matter of being crushed every minute!"

'No, I think it's mainly the power of money,' thought the aide, wiping a cold sweat, but he swallowed it in his belly in the face of this new boss with a changeable personality.

"These skinheads, although they are RMB players, are too substandard in rebellion! If you change to a Taoist master, let the imperial court know in minutes what is called the countryside surrounding the city, what is called mobilizing the spontaneous rebellion of the people, and what is called falling into the vast sea of people's war!"

Although Ziming didn't understand, he didn't dare to ask more, and he always felt that it was definitely not a good thing if he knew, so he should ignore these rebellious words. (To be continued.) )