"Pagan altar of incense?"

Zhong Sheng also noticed the concept mentioned earlier.

There are many heretic incense altars gathered near Hangu Pass, which is also a variable mentioned by Mao Mingyue.

Qingfeng Li sighed and explained for him.

It turns out that the so-called heretics are some sects that are not allowed by orthodoxy, or they are a mixture of Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, or they are a combination of ancient witchcraft and Nuo fragments.

During the previous dynasty, there was a famous monk who summarized the concept of the ten branches of heresy.

Since then, all heretical schools in the world have been classified into the ten branches.

Of course, there are five of the four heavenly kings, and naturally there are more than ten heretics, so it is difficult to count.

Heretic is a derogatory term. The idiom evil heretic is to juxtapose it with evil spirits.

No matter who is in power, both monks and Taoists have the same attitude towards heretics, and they are determined to expel them and eliminate them.

We also need to investigate whether the remnants of the Zheng Kingdom are trying to escape, and we also need to check whether they have any contraband. The procedures are complex and simple.

As a heavily loaded pedestrian, if you only bring a backpack, you only need to pinch and check both to pass.

"Burning incense and worshiping, treating death as life, you burn the yellow sky and fight with us."

When Li Qingfeng heard this, he suddenly realized that it didn't make sense!

Under the carriage, in the corner where someone noticed, a grasshopper woven with grass blades was lying on top of a bag of gunpowder. Its eyes flickered with two lights, and then quietly extinguished. "Since the Eight Gong Tan settled in your hometown, you and other tribesmen are here to worship you."

Ancestors, all worship the little saint Zhongsheng."

Just the four small characters "Heaven is Dead" and "Zhong Sheng Dang Li" are taboos and have been passed down from the Taiping Road in the Han Dynasty to this day.

There are no prostitutes, midwives, nuns, Taoist nuns, etc. on the altar, and most of them are men.

"However, there are many foolish people among the people who do not believe in righteous gods, but are easily bewitched by evil spirits. The heretical sects pry into the weaknesses of people's hearts and prescribe the right medicine." The heretical sects were hit hard, so they were broken into pieces and scattered into countless incense altars, taking root among the masses.<

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The owner of the altar steps under the altar, which is simple and made of four thick bamboos tied crosswise and shaped like a palace.

Li Qingfeng and the seven people from Xiang Tan nodded as they watched the gunpowder under the carriage being sent into the military city inside Hangu Pass.

On the other hand, our clan worships the Emperor of Heaven, but in fact we are substituting the pillars and becoming the ‘Zhongsheng’ rather than the ‘Emperor of Heaven’.

"Everyone, Cang Tian is dead, Lu Sha is here to stand."

A long line of people lined up behind the closed door, undergoing strict inspection by the guards.

Among the people who make bamboo strips, burn bamboo charcoal, and pulp bamboo paper, most of them are secret members of Youxintan.

Lu Sharong was also confused.

"Well, just return your luggage."

This place is a yellow sky of the Changsheng Sect, called Youxin Altar.

"Princess Jialuo led eight thousand skinners and came all the way."

Behind the low altar made of loess, there is a brass incense burner as low as one person, with incense sticks as thick as an arm.

"This is too much!"

When the soldier heard this, he was amused. He thought you were brave, and immediately called his companions to take the pack horse away.

Depending on whether the goods are the same, taxation will be divided into different categories at checkpoints.

This place is adjacent to Hangu Pass and is under the jurisdiction of the Central Plains. The Youxin Altar of the past dynasties has taken root here.

Xiangtan hates conspiracy theories so much, and he always treats things directly.

Nowadays, these separatist forces have been destroyed, but the heretic Xiangtan has escaped and still remains.

The middle-aged man with a long beard, his head wrapped in yellow cloth, raised his arms and shouted at the top of the altar at the top of his lungs.

"You also sent an envoy, asking you to detour to my place and not to harm the foundation of your Burning Huangtian. As a result, the envoy was even seen in front of Princess Jialuo, and was torn into pieces and eaten alive by a few skinned ghosts.

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The seven people hurriedly retreated towards the team, watching the sun set from noon to the horizon.

When the altar leader gave an order, numerous bamboo birds spun into the sky and flew in all directions, summoning even fewer followers.

Huangtianqiantu is a formal sacrifice approved by the government.

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When Xiangtan heard that, he knocked on the ancient sword and asked, "Does that mean I'm not with you yet?"

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In troubled times, people took advantage of the chaos to rise up and attempt to separate the political power and the vast doctrine.

"The evil Buddha has a way and allows ghosts to cause trouble and harm your family's homeland."

Only the ox-cart and horse-drawn carriage hauling families and people and loading goods take a long time.

"We are about to pass Hangu Pass and enter the Pass."

"Mr. Zhong, we have to rely on ourselves for that matter."

"The situation is that simple, but it's impossible. Those Lusha's lairs happen to be within the scope of the Yinbing Ancient Road."

"In the later days, Yin soldiers passed through the ancient road and destroyed one or four villages. All the brothers in your sect suffered numerous casualties."

"Eight thousand skinned ghosts, the fire-subduing thunder you deployed will be difficult to destroy."

In a bamboo forest, there are many figures, all with bamboo leaves in their heads, looking at the owner of their own incense.

After all, weeds have no way to survive like weeds.

Behind the altar built with countless fragrant trees, various spices were piled up and burned, and smoke billowed in the wind.

My skin is green, with the color of green bamboo fiber.

You stand solemnly, hold an incense stick in your hand, and face the direction of the altar.

"We still need to think about it in the long term."

Finally we are here...

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"A bunch of gutter rats can have no impact no matter how small it is."

Far away from Hangu Pass, there is no place to bury gunpowder. The plan has not changed. We can only send it into the pass and wait for the opportunity.

Lu Sharong spread her hands and said, "What kind of cargo is it? It's not the clay used to press the car."

Li Qingfeng's impression of Li Dao Lu Sha came from the official propaganda of Taoism. In short, he was impressed by it.

"Have money."

To use an analogy, heretical sects are like weeds in a crop field. They have to be pulled out, but they are never completely pulled out.

This is the characteristic of Xiangzu Sect’s Burning Huangtian!

"Blessed by the little saint Zhongsheng, I will kill the evil spirits today and protect the important place of your altar."

Xiangtan and Li Qingfeng drove the carriage to the back of the checkpoint.

At the end of the previous dynasty, there were seventy-two beacon houses, and there were many heretical incense altars supporting them.

Bamboo leaves on the head are the identity characteristics of the believers in the altar, and they are clearly identifiable to each other.

However, without exception, they were all defeated at the hands of the forces supported by the monks and Taoists.

"What cargo is being shipped?"

Sure enough, the clay is really useful, but it still needs to be taxed.

One sword kills one, eight thousand skinners, only eight thousand swords, it is too troublesome.

Qingfeng Li spread his hands and said, "If so, let them take the carriage away!"

The Zhongsheng sect, however, has been banned from offering sacrifices since the Eastern Han Dynasty, and is a poison in the cult.

Lu Sha's guess is the most unlikely. We were killed at the door of our house, so we had to fight tooth and nail to resist.

Under the altar, the local incense owner raised the eight-dot wood in his hand and pointed in the direction of Hangu Pass.

The matter is our own, so we can't ignore it.

The soldier believed it, opened a bag of gunpowder, saw the white powder outside, tasted it, and hurriedly sighed.

In Huangtian, everyone is a burrowing rat, well versed in the art of hiding, and will only come out unless they are forced to do so as a last resort.

Bamboo has good intentions, but out of thin air, unforeseen complications arise. The same is true for worldly love and life.

"You have entered the Altar of Heart and there is still room to enter. Just behind Hangu Pass, fight to the death with it."

After Hangu Pass...
Chapter completed!