C149 A Drop

In this world, there are a lot of suffering, and every time there is a great famine and change, the various sects of the people are particularly active, such as the White Lotus Cult, the Maitreya Cult, the Enlightenment Cult, and so on and so forth.

This Litre Bucket Sect had also risen to prominence in these two to three years.

It was said that the Cult Master was an extremely mysterious Daoist, and his name was One-Pin Mage.

The Litre Bucket Sect was known to only come to save the people who were fighting in the world. The most direct benefit of joining this cult was that the harvest would also increase by a few points. The farmers naturally had high expectations.

As a result, in recent years, there had been wind disasters, insect disasters, locust disasters, cold currents, and so on and so forth. Not to mention taking in three or five more fights, sometimes it was even to the extent that people did not take a single grain. The Litre Bucket Sect's explanation naturally could not be justified.

However, those who could be troubled by this were not called professionals.

That mage called himself psychic, sacrificed his lifespan, and asked Cereal God, the Divine Immortal who protected Litre Bucket Sect, and finally found the reason.

According to what he said, Lord Cereal God had instructed that a world-shocking devil king had been sealed in this place during the ancient era. Thousands of years had passed, and the seal had been eroded and worn down. It was precisely because of the devil qi leaking out that many disasters were caused in this place.

If he didn't want to be affected by the disasters, One Pink Mage would call upon all the disciples of Litre Bucket Sect to join him and gather everyone's strength. They would find the seal to suppress the devil in the prefecture and reinforce it. Only then would they be able to return a good day to everyone.

No matter how one listened to this kind of nonsense, it was just nonsense. However, there was still a market for it among the people.

If it was said that the Litre Bucket Sect was just a small matter previously, and they were just trying to earn money and swindle others, then these few days, they had finally made a big move. They made full use of the commotion caused by Zhang Jingxuan and quickly walked to the front desk. They had led everyone to surround the prefecture, and in the name of suppressing the Devil King, they might even rob the prefecture.

Prefecture Lord Yann felt slightly relieved when he saw Zhang Jingxuan express that it had nothing to do with him. He asked again, "So many chaotic people have gathered here. What exactly are they doing? Which one of them was the leader? He called them out to ask questions. Also, ask your troops to be on guard and not let a single one of them enter the city. Also, contact Mi Shuhuang at once and ask him to come back in a hurry to eliminate the rebels." Prefecture Lord Yann's heart seemed to be in a mess.

Zhang Jingxuan felt that it was inappropriate, but he could not refute Prefecture Lord Yann at this moment. He could only hold it in for now, and think quickly in his heart. How could he solve the predicament in front of him? He was really good at finding trouble for himself. Moreover, he was good at making small things bigger. This ability should be unparalleled in this world.

At this moment, the most real feeling in his heart was that the intelligence work was truly incomparably important. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. The ancient people would never bully you.

Indeed, there were some things that Zhang Jingxuan did not know at this moment.

For example, this Daoist Priest Yisu's real name was Han Siwen. He was originally a doctor who walked the Jianghu. His medical skills were not very good. There were a few misdiagnosis that almost killed people. There was even one time when he was beaten up.

Fortunately, he had some martial arts skills. He knew that he was in the wrong and did not fight back. After being beaten up, he made some medicine and ate it. He accidentally took the wrong medicine and almost lost his life.

After this incident, he did not reflect on improving his medical skills. Instead, he felt that the profession of a doctor was too dangerous. The method he chose to resolve the problem was to get a Taoist robe from somewhere. He became a traveling Taoist priest whether it was real or fake.

After that, he changed into a Daoist robe. He wandered around, exorcising diseases and exorcising demons. Whenever he encountered patients, he would often burn a few paper talismans and let the patient drink a bowl of water. Because he would put some medicine in the bowl of water in advance. Anyway, it was my ability to cure him. If I don't treat him well, I can also push the other party's heart into disloyalty.

In the end, Han Siwen, who became a Taoist priest, got lucky this time. He accidentally cured a few difficult and complicated diseases and became famous for a while.

Because he was born with a strange appearance, some ignorant people even called him the Divine Immortal Taoist priest, and he actually did not feel ashamed at all.

Later, he came to Shaanxi. By chance, he was appreciated by others. He gathered a group of people and established the current Litre Bucket Sect.

Daoist Priest Yisu became the Sect Master, and Qin Ande, Hu Xihan, and a few others became the four pathfinders. They formed the backbone of the Litre Bucket Sect and took advantage of the instability of the people's sentiment in the past few years. They secretly increased the size of the Litre Bucket Sect, and gathered a group of people who did not want to be lonely. However, because of the suppression of the Breeze Stronghold's prestige, they didn't dare to act rashly.

If the Lei family's Lei Zhen organization took the upper-class route, then the heroes of the Breeze Stronghold would follow the chivalrous path. They would stand guard in the middle, and an underground organization like the Litre Bucket Sect... They walked a path that was dark and lightless, hiding deep underground. They didn't show their edge at all.

This time, the Lei family and the Breeze Stronghold had a fierce battle. Both sides suffered heavy losses, and even Hu Dayuv and General Hu were seriously injured. After all, paper couldn't cover fire. The truth and falsehood of the news had been spread. Many people said it vividly as if they had been there that night. However, the content was ever-changing. Everyone. Everyone follows their own preferences. With a last-minute performance, that night's soul-stirring lecture was extremely bizarre. Perhaps the person involved didn't even know who the person was talking about after listening to the story.

There were even some who said that the Breeze Stronghold's heroes, the two elders of the Lei family, Hu Dayuv, Yann Lanxun, and the others all embraced each other and died together. In the end, only Zhang Jingxuan, a little monkey, was left. There was no tiger in the mountain, and Zhang Jingxuan called him the king.

When Daoist Priest Yisu, Han Siwen, and the others heard the news, they felt that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If they didn't seize this opportunity to make a big profit, when would they?

When they heard that Zhang Jingxuan had come to the Yan'an Province and robbed the Lei family and the prefectural prefecture, these people cried out in pity. They had been robbed by this brat. Fortunately, there was a bigger target that made people drool. That was the prefecture that was ten times richer than the county.

It just so happened that under Zhang Jingxuan's command, the Breeze Stronghold had lured all the disaster victims to the prefecture. The leaders of the Litre Bucket Sect thought about it. They all felt that if they didn't make good use of this opportunity, they would be a huge fool. Since Zhang Jingxuan of the Breeze Stronghold had already made a move on the county, then, this prefecture should belong to the Litre Bucket Sect, right?

There were so many disaster victims that could be used. The source of the various disasters that had been talking nonsense earlier could finally be used here. All the targets were pointed at one point - the prefecture city.

Hu Xihan, who had some ink in his stomach, thought of a few unintelligible folk rumors. He incited the large number of Litre Bucket Sect followers to come to the prefecture together.

Therefore, it was no wonder that the number of people surrounding the city this time had greatly exceeded the expectations of Zhang Jingxuan, Prefecture Lord Yann, and the others. Moreover, there was a group of skeleton members from the Litre Bucket Sect who formed the group. This time, the disaster victims had a leader and the backbone, and all of them followed. They followed every step without making any noise.

Of course, because they were so hungry that they did not even have the strength to talk much, the whole team was silent and peaceful, like a well-trained, organized, and disciplined team.

The Litre Bucket Sect had benefited a lot from this incident. Their influence and influence had doubled. It was impossible to count how many new believers they had recruited.