"Monk, Taoist priest, you two families can't get along here!"

Zhong Sheng happily pointed to the Zhongyi Temple in the distance.

After hearing this, Monk Min and Li Qingfeng turned away and ignored it.

It turned out that when passing through this area, I found rare Taoist temples. Instead, there were loyal temples one after another.

Zhongyi Temple, the god enshrined inside is named Zhongyi Wushuang and Feitou General.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there were constant wars in the local area, and a general guarded the place with benevolence and righteousness to protect the people.

Later, a powerful enemy attacked, and the general was surrounded on all sides and his food and grass were cut off. In order to save the people's lives, he was captured alive after exhaustion.

The enemy was so despicable that he actually beheaded the general in public.

After the general died, the local people howled and raised money to bury his body.

A strange thing happened during the funeral. The general's head disappeared, leaving only the headless body.

The people carved the head out of red sandalwood, placed it on the headless body, and buried it together.

Seven days later, heavy rain and thunder poured down from the sky.

The general rode on horseback, sword in hand, and rushed into the enemy's formation in the rain, coming for revenge.

The enemy general Wolf Fox fled and was about to escape.

At the critical moment, the general shrugged his shoulders and his head flew out like a meteor chasing the moon, catching up with the enemy general and frightening him to death.

Since then, the legend of General Flying Head has been widely circulated among local people.

The common people were grateful for his unparalleled loyalty and righteousness. Afterwards, his heroic spirit was immortal and he killed the enemy generals, so they built a temple of loyalty and righteousness to worship Mo.

Over thousands of years, the Zhongyi Temple has been prosperous and has formed a monopoly.

Temples and Taoist temples have no living space in the local area.

Occasionally, I pass by a few Zhongyi Temples, and there are fortune tellers in Taoist robes, guarding the incense and money boxes, welcoming people to and from them, interpreting fortunes and telling fortunes.

Li Qingfeng looked at them and shook his head repeatedly. They are all a bunch of wild Taoist priests, and they are definitely not the true disciples of Taoism.

I have to say that this situation was a major blow to Qingfeng Li and Monk Min.

"Stop the car, I want to go in and say goodbye."

Zhong Sheng found it more and more interesting. When he passed the Zhongyi Temple, he jumped off the bullock cart.

He entered the Zhongyi Temple and saw that the temple blessing was not there, so he took matters into his own hands.

Throw in a few incense coins, take three sticks of incense from the side, insert them into the incense burner and light them.

"General Feitou, the people worship you to seek your protection."

"I came to pay homage to you because I heard about your deeds and thought you were a good person. I wanted to meet you."

Zhong Sheng bowed several times. When he looked up, he vaguely saw the general and blinked at him.

Uh!

It seems that this action is majestic and a bit naughty.

Zhong Sheng rubbed his eyes for fear of seeing something wrong. The general seemed to be squinting his eyes, but there was no change.

Sure enough, I saw it wrong.

Zhong Sheng turned around and left the Zhongyi Temple and returned to the bullock cart, still thinking about this matter.

"Zhong Langjun, let me tell you, General Feitou is the reincarnation of my Buddhist family, Jialan."

Monk Ming came over and started preaching to him.

Zhong Sheng was still stunned for a moment, and Qingfeng Li next to him laughed out loud.

"Monk, tell Mr. Zhong Langjun what you said, be careful if you say it out and get beaten."

Zhong Sheng looked at him in surprise and asked why?

It turns out that Buddhism has a traditional craft of incorporating local gods, which is also a great weapon for conquering cities and expanding markets.

Once upon a time, a temple wanted to take root in the local area and spread privately that General Feitou was the reincarnation of Buddhism.

"But the local people are strong and strong, but they don't agree, thinking that this is an insult to the flying head general"

"As a result, the young and the strong, the old and the weak, women and children, the crowd was in a rage, and they came to the house to ask for punishment."

"I don't know how many cassocks will be torn and how many bald heads will be broken in a single beating."

When Li Qingfeng said this, he said happily, "The monk's statement is not new for a long time, but the local people don't believe it, so what can they do?"

As soon as Zhong Sheng finished listening to this public case, he heard the noise of people.

Looking around, I realized that the local folk customs are really fierce!

"Let's go, let's fight."

One by one, young and strong people spread their legs, knocking on the door from door to door, shouting loudly

"The men of every family must come out and bring iron weapons to fight."

The streets were dusty, and young locals were like water droplets gathering into a torrent, holding hoes, iron rakes, and even a few rusty spearheads and iron guns.

The young man leading the way was wearing leather armor on his chest and weapons on his feet.

This is no longer an ordinary civil fight, but a large-scale armed fight.

Look at the swords, guns and leather armor in the hands of ordinary people. They are all military standards and cannot be bought if you have money.

It seems that these simple people often hunt down defeated soldiers and defeated generals.

"The folk customs are strong and strong, it is true."

Zhong Sheng became interested and said, "Let's go up and watch the excitement."

Qingfeng Li couldn't stop him in time, and the bullock cart had already slowly moved forward, following the flow of people.

People in all directions were wearing tattered clothes, their faces looked pale, but their eyes were full of anger.

"Fei Laocai, get out!"

Tide-like roars sometimes came from far away, sometimes from beside you, rising and falling in all directions.

Zhong Sheng stood on the bullock cart, looked past the jungle-like farm tools and weapons, and saw that the target of the siege was an earthen fortress.

During the war, many local tyrants formed forts and built forts, hoarding food and weapons, and gathering the population of the clan to defend themselves against foreign enemies.

Each of the earthen forts is clearly a military fortress, easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Not to mention the ragtag group of people in front of us, even a regular army with all the equipment can't defeat them even with a few thousand men.

The anger on the faces of the people is not disguised, but is related to life and death.

"Get out, you old boy has lost his conscience."

"You guys don't have enough to eat, so save your sesame oil, money and food to dedicate it to General Feitou and his old man."

"But you are lining your own pockets. How much money do you want for food? Tell me, tell me."

The leading young man wears leather armor, speaks in an extraordinary manner, and has the authority to summon people. It is obvious that he is not an ordinary farmer.

He shouted in harmony, and everyone responded, and the roars were like a tidal wave, impacting inside and outside the castle.

Corruption?

Zhong Sheng was dumbfounded. Is there such a thing?

It turns out that the Zhongyi Temple is a spontaneous sacrifice among the people. According to the usual practice, it is hosted by a person with high moral character and respect among the people.

The money and materials donated voluntarily by the people in the countryside are handed over to the person in charge for use.

Sacrifice is a big event, including burning incense, applying gold, hanging decorations, etc., and consumes countless amounts of cloth, gold, silver, money, food, and sesame oil.

As expected, the hosts are all local squires.

After all, if ordinary people cannot read a single Chinese character, how can they be blessed with high moral standards?

As we all know, when a squire does charity, the capitalists will be happy.

A large amount of money and food are coming in and out, but just fishing for oil and water is not worthy of the sea of ​​teachings written by sages.

"If it were my Taoist temple that did it, it would definitely not happen."

Li Qingfeng said firmly.

Zhong Sheng listened for a long time, then suddenly slapped his head and understood.

This is a financial dispute in which fans use the name of idols to swallow up the funds raised by fans.

"Fei Chengjun, you are committing a heinous crime by attacking the clan leader."

A roar came from the bunker, passing through the crowd and pointing directly at the young man in armor who was taking the lead.
Chapter completed!