"Meng has never studied, but he also knows what a Confucian saint is and should not be insulted lightly!"

The "White Lotus Sect" burned down the Confucius Temple, and the anger in the hearts of all the Confucian scholars also ignited. After listening to Lao Meng's words again, the fire was already burning out of control.

Seeing that everyone's emotions were aroused, Meng Baotou shouted: "You have studied hard in Hanchuang, and you have learned the six arts of riding and archery, but you still haven't shown your true skills to fight against the thieves who insulted the saint!"

"This righteous man is right! Let's all go with you to see the White Lotus Sect!"

"Let's go and fight!" Lao Meng vigorously ordered the scholars to find a few pairs of bows and arrows for the exam, opened the warehouse and picked out some uncorrupted spears. Some students from well-off families also had their own swords, and Meng Yishan got them himself.

He has a two-stone bow, a pouch of feathered arrows hanging on his waist, and a long plain knife in one hand. Then he rides on the only horse in Fuxue, with an indescribable scarred face and majesty.

The general was a brave soldier, and all the soldiers were convinced when they saw him looking so ready to kill.

"Follow me to kill the thief!" Meng Yishan turned the horse's head, and Li Qing and the little catcher followed him closely. The little catcher was still holding the horse's reins, thinking that the chief arrester's outfit would be like Mr. Guan on the stage.

, if I lead the old man’s horse to defeat the thief, then I am the hero Zhou Cang!

Meng Yishan rode in front, leading a group of scholars with swords and swords, and some with slingshots, which opened the eyes of the people of Luoyang along the way. There were idle people who were eager to watch the excitement and made noises at nothing.

The rogues also followed behind to see what was going on, and there was actually a crowd of one hundred and eighty people.

The White Lotus cultists had already demolished the nearby houses. Five or six men were holding large wooden beams across them to act as bumpers, banging against the gate of the government office. The door had been damaged. The people inside had stuffed rocks and debris to hold it up.

The leaders of the rebel party selected a group of people who would be the first to enter the battle and struggled to climb the wall. The people who climbed up were cut down and shot down by the policemen inside with weapons, bows and arrows. The situation was very stalemate.

This group of believers was in such a fanatical mood that they put aside all personal safety. They ignored Meng Patou and his group who came out from the street corner. They just shouted "Maitreya saves the world, King Ming will save my life" and their roars could be heard far away in the sky.

Meng Da, the head catcher, wanted to cover his ears while riding on his horse. He said to himself that they are a bunch of lunatics. Yes, let’s shout too. Suppress their arrogance, otherwise there will be no war!

He turned to the Confucian scholars behind him and said, "Shout out to me and shock these monsters!"

These books are all articles written by saints and sages, and they were mentioned here and there for a while.

"Kong said Chengren!"

"Meng said righteousness!"

"Generals are born to be brave!"

The random shouting almost knocked out Lao Meng's morale.

It was the quick-witted little catcher who raised his arms and shouted: "Sprinkle your blood to defend our Confucianism! Follow your righteousness and fight against the demons!"

For a moment, everyone became excited and shouted, "Sprinkle your blood to defeat the demons!" The shouts were mixed with the slogans of the White Lotus Sect. The two groups of people around the government office were making a fuss and frightened the birds.

That one is the craziest.

Meng Yishan looked at the young catcher approvingly, raised his sword, and let his horse gallop. When he was dozens of steps away from the Bailian sect, he raised his sword horizontally and shouted solemnly: "I am Maitreya, and I will kill you one by one with one sword."

I’ll save you all to ascend to heaven!”

All the White Lotus believers made an uproar and cursed one after another, and Lao Meng lost all their hatred.

Meng Captou shouted to the government office again: "Listen, brothers inside, I, Lao Meng, am leading people outside to fight against the White Lotus Sect. Please work hard to string your bow and unsheath your sword! Anyone who defends the government office will be rewarded!"

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The detectives trapped in the government office are all experts in the fish and meat village, but they have never seen a large battle involving thousands of people. Mr. Li is also a civil servant, and his morale is almost destroyed by the lunatics outside.

When they heard the chief catcher shouting outside, there were reinforcements? Everyone in the government office was excited. Some quietly tore off the white cloth strips and prepared to surrender, and also put the cloth into their arms. Some people chose, who would like to be a thief?

Li Chongyi felt relieved now that he had support, and ordered the policemen to go up to the wall to resist for a while. The prefect himself also moved a chair at the second gate, sat down solemnly, and personally supervised the formation.

Meng Yishan was shouting on horseback here, and someone from the White Lotus Sect crowd over there shouted: "King Ming will come to the world, and those who rebel will die!"

Then three figures flew up and flew straight towards Meng Da's head.

These three people are clothed in white linen, and their movements are quick, like three white birds flying by. One person slaps the face with his palm, one uses his claws to dig into the heart, and the other uses a soft whip to cut the waist. The three moves are divided, but they cooperate seamlessly.

A dense net formed in the sky, covering Mengyi Mountain who was standing on horseback with a sword.

Meng Yishan's inner strength was completed. He waved his arms and swung the big sword in a round shape. The three people from the White Lotus Sect hit it with their palms, claws and whips, and they all landed on the back of the sword. The two empty-handed people screamed and moved the whip.

However, because the weapon was weak, the one with the whip wrapped around the knife, and the whip tip pulled out a slender bloody gash on the big catcher's face, almost adding another scar.

Meng Yishan felt angry and pushed the blade flat, cutting off the head of the White Lotus cultist who was wielding the whip. Blood spurted out and the body fell to his knees.

Meng, with his head scarred and his face stained with blood, sat on the horse, frightening the two living believers who took two steps back.

Meng Yishan killed people to establish his power, and used his momentum to shout loudly: "Those thieves of the White Lotus Sect, you gathered a crowd to threaten the government, and you even set fire to the Confucius Temple. Damn it, why don't you kowtow to me to apologize!"

The rebels were attracted by his momentum, and the momentum was somewhat suppressed by him alone.

The voice that had just called for the god to come to the world came up again: "According to the Holy Order of Maitreya, capture the government office and capture the prefect alive." The voice paused and said, "Kill that scarred man!"

The more than a thousand members of the church were excited, shouting loudly, and rushed toward the big wall of the government office like a tide. More than a hundred people were sent out to rush towards the proud Meng Da.

Meng Yishan originally thought that he would lead his men to defeat the white lotus sect, who were burning incense and worshiping the gods, but he would not be like a tiger among the sheep. Unexpectedly, the Confucian scholars he led were very frightened, and some did not dare to go into battle.

The big catcher roared angrily, "Fire the arrow, shoot, shoot to stop the enemy!"

A group of reading enthusiasts hurriedly drew their bows and shot arrows. Fortunately, they were not accurate. Seven or eight sparse arrows flew over the top of Mengyi Mountain and landed feebly in the crowd of people rushing towards them, like a blind cat that killed a mouse.

I actually shot down one or two of them.

The people on the other side are not elites who have fought in hundreds of battles. They are just religious farmers, Lai Han, urban foxes and community rats, five elements and eight works. They are supported by a kind of fanaticism. They will be afraid even if they kill people with bows and arrows. They are actually fooled by the scholars.

The arrow he shot was frightened.

Seeing that the situation was actionable, Meng Yishan slowed down his horse's rein, raised his sword and charged forward again. Li Qingxiu frowned, and followed closely behind to save her father.

Li Qing's slender jade fingers pointed out from the air. Every time he pointed out a finger, he would definitely hit someone. He moved slightly, erratic like a god. He protected the rear of Meng Yishan.

Lao Meng waved the knife in his hand and chopped down the White Lotus cultists who were blocking the road one by one, opening a bloody path! The horse turned its head, turned around and charged, and opened another path! Invincible!

Meng Yishan gradually realized that he couldn't push forward as there were many silhouettes of people and the sound of killing. The horse under him was already unable to bear the load. The horse's body was dripping with blood from wounds caused by bamboo spears and sticks in many places.

The chief catcher had no choice but to jump off his horse and fight on foot. Fortunately, he had penetrated the twelve formal principles and had long strength. A broadsword danced like snow flakes, and he ran like a wolf. He was so brave that he was so brave! The White Lotus cultists around him were chopped to pieces by him.

Running around like a rabbit.

But Bai Lian is not just a fool. There are also more than ten people who know martial arts on the opposite side. Although they are all superficial Bagua boxing, they are familiar with the boxing skills, can also use swords and sticks, and have great strength. They fight with all their lives to kill them.

, and actually put Meng Yishan and Li Qing firmly in the enemy group.

The situation in front of the government office was critical. Hundreds of people crowded outside the courtyard wall, climbing up in batches. Fortunately, the police officers knew that this group of people was going to capture the government office, and they would not be able to escape with their lives, so everyone died to stop them.

There were several waves of attacks.

The White Lotus Sect elites who hit the main door had already abandoned the beams and felled a big tree. More than ten people held the tree body and rushed to the closed gate of the government office. With two booms, the gate of the government office was finally knocked down by the big tree! There was a sound!

There was a deafening cheer! Li Qing's vision went dark, and he looked like he had been struck by a knife swung from the opposite side.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Yishan took a step forward with one knife in anger, rushed out three steps with two knifes in anger, and shouted: "Everyone inside, please go up and seal the door with a knife. If you can't stop everyone, let's see the Lord Hell together!"

Although the policemen inside were frightened, but their lives were hanging by a thread, they all showed courage that was not seen on ordinary days, grabbed their swords and rushed to the door to resist. In a hurry, not to mention ten, as many as twenty came up to block the door.

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Although there were many White Lotus followers, the gate of the government office was narrow. More than ten policemen crowded around the door, fighting with steel knives in their hands. They couldn't get in in a hurry. Meng Yishan took a breath and shouted: "Qing'er, protect me."

Stay with me, I will charge and give orders at the same time!"

Meng Yishan rushed and shouted: "Tell the people in the house that no one can survive if the White Lotus Sect rushes in. Everyone finds tools and gives them to me to use. All the vegetable oil in the kitchen is poured on the wall. If anyone climbs again, let me burn him."

Oh shit!"

When Li Chongyi heard this, he stood up from his chair and stood in the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Quick, all the men in the house are on top, and the women are carrying vegetable oil and firewood. Quick!" The prefect raised his robe sleeves.

Wan, also picked up a sword. If the army was defeated, he could kill himself with the sword, but he would not fall into the enemy's hands.

There were seventy or eighty people of three squads of policemen, servants, and servants in the mansion. They pressed against the wall and refused to retreat. The defensive side, condescending, actually had the upper hand.

The key is that the Ming Dynasty has a very strict ban on crossbows. The attacking side lacks bows and arrows, so they can only climb over the wall and fight head-on. After more than ten barrels of vegetable oil arrived, the greasy vegetable oil was poured on the wall, and it fell down when stepped on.

, for a moment no one could jump up, and there were too many people gathered. A big bucket of vegetable oil was poured down, and the fire was thrown on the oil. The whole body of those who could not dodge was ignited, and the fireman standing on the wall was burned into the shape of a burning man.

Quickly, some of them were grabbed by the rushing cultists and hacked to death with random blades.

The White Lotus cultists went crazy, and the yamen policemen tried their best. The two gangs of people turned the Luoyang yamen into a battlefield. For a while, they screamed and killed, and could be heard in the distance. The lights of swords and fire reflected the sky.

Meng Da, the leader, knew that the White Lotus Sect had a large number of people and could not hold it for a long time. The Confucian scholars he had brought were still "shooting" from a distance, almost running out of arrows, which almost made Lao Meng's nose crooked.

, the heart says to let the nerds get moving!

Meng Yishan cleared his throat and shouted: "That little catcher, hurry up and work for me!"

The young catcher was dressed in white linen and was hiding among the White Lotus congregation, pretending to be an elite cultist. When the chief catcher asked him to take action, he took out a tablet that was cut in half and prayed silently, "Don't blame the saint, don't blame the saint.

It has nothing to do with villains!" He shouted: "Look at my sacred magic weapon!"

Shaking his hands, he threw the two half tablets out and threw them in front of the Confucian scholars. Seeing the strange appearance of the tablets, everyone dodged. Some of the people watching from a distance booed: "Ah, the White Lotus Sect can control the wind and rain, and scatter beans."

Chengbing, this is the token to summon heavenly soldiers and generals!"

The White Lotus cultist was shouting next to him, "I teach the true Dharma and have great magical powers. Come and surrender the evil clown quickly!"

Among the Confucian scholars, those who did not believe in evil shouted: "Reading the books of sages, we do not believe in this evil delusion."

Two bold people came out and wanted to smash the "demon card". When they came up to see it, they were all dumbfounded.

I only saw the word "Dacheng" written on the upper half of the card, but when I looked at the lower half, it said "Holy Master"

The memorial tablet of Confucius, the "most holy teacher of Dacheng"! The Confucian scholar burst into tears on the spot, beat his chest and stamped his feet and shouted: "The saint was wronged! The students are guilty, guilty... ugh!"
To be continued...