The shield was made of bronze, with a sun protruding in the center, and the surrounding patterns looked like sunlight.
The patterns on the other side are boundless flames, surging.
Both the composition and the manufacturing process are extremely mysterious and elegant.
Even in the 21st century, no one might be able to create it in just two or three hours.
When Zhu Dapeng saw this thing, he thought highly of Mr.
Su.
He frowned and sighed and said: "What can I do if I have this thing in hand?
A fake is a fake.
To tell a lie, you have to fill it with ten thousand lies.
If Zhizhi Li deliberately wants to get to the bottom of the truth, a few sentences If you do that, I can show my prototype.”
Having said this, the urge to beat Mr.
Su up again came up in his heart.
Stand up and punch.
Seeing this, the other white officers and the prisoners quickly stepped forward to hold his fists, and at the same time begged, "Sir, please calm down.
Sir, please calm down.
Mr.
Su is doing it for everyone.
If you don't have the identity of the hall master, you can't do it."
We may have protected the safety of nearly a thousand neighboring households, but we had already died in the rebellion last night."
"You bastards, each of you is better at talking than the last one."
Zhu Dapeng couldn't hit Mr.
Su and sat back in his chair angrily, "How long can I deceive the evidence?
What about the specific details?
If Sesame Li suddenly wants to summon me, I will How to answer the question about Maitreya?"
"Your Excellency, I think that Sesame Li, Manager Li, will not ask you too much about the Maitreya Cult."
Mr.
Su escaped the danger, quietly moved back, and knelt on the ground to respond.
"Why?"
Zhu Dapeng was a little dazed by what he said.
He put his hand on the table and asked with a frown.
"It's a long story."
Mr.
Su finally got a rare opportunity to explain.
He sorted out his thoughts and reported in a low voice: "Although Sesame Li is known as the Xuzhou general manager of the Red Scarf Army, in fact, before the incident, , but he is not a disciple of the White Lotus Sect, at least, he cannot be considered a core disciple.
His subordinates have never heard of this person having any position in the White Lotus Sect before.
However, the Maitreya Sect was founded in the Northern Wei Dynasty and has been associated with the White Lotus Sect for more than a thousand years.
Although the Maitreya sect, under the leadership of the leader Monk Peng, has united with the Manichaeism and the White Lotus sect in recent years to worship the Great God of Light, they are still distinct from each other and have no time at all.
Completely integrated.
Now Monk Peng is leading several of his disciples to Huguang, and he has no time to sort out the affairs of the sect.
The area in Jiangbei has been turned upside down by the Red Scarf Marshal Liu Futong."
After all, he is a scholar and has worked as a low-level official in the government for many years.
Mr.
Su is very familiar with several religions that are strictly prohibited by the imperial court.
According to him, the Maitreya Sect and the White Lotus Sect, which is admired by Red Scarf Army coach Liu Futong, have no subordinate relationship with each other.
And with Zhizhi Li's status in the White Lotus Sect before the uprising, he was not qualified to interrogate the leader of the Maitreya Sect too deeply.
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Zhu Dapeng was able to take advantage of this loophole and continue his deception with the large shield of light that the Xuzhou government had previously taken from the home of an important member of the Maitreya Cult.
Anyway, the former leader of the Maitreya Sect, Monk Peng, was busy with the war and had no time to concentrate on organizing religious affairs.
As for Xuzhou and Huguang, where Monk Peng is currently located, it is difficult to exchange letters due to the war and chaos.
This analysis is quite enlightening.
However, Zhu Dapeng still frowned, sighed, and continued: "The problem is, even if Sesame Li doesn't cross-examine carefully and just talks about superficial topics about Maitreya religion, I will still be exposed."
"You, you were worshiped by Maitreya Buddha last night.
Many people saw this with their own eyes."
Mr.
Su raised half his head from the ground and reminded carefully.
"Nonsense, that's not the upper body of Maitreya Buddha," Zhu Dapeng immediately retorted.
Halfway through his words, he found that he couldn't explain at all what happened when a soul from the earth in the twenty-first century traveled to the body of Zhu Laowen, a butcher in the late Yuan Dynasty.
Is it the superposition and resonance of brain waves, or is it a four-dimensional space?
How could people in the fourteenth century know what waves are and what the fourth dimension is?
Besides, since they can know what happened seven hundred years later, in their eyes, how can they be the same as the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha?
, what’s the difference?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, and added angrily: "Forget it, I won't tell you anymore.
You won't understand me if I tell you."
"Yes, you guys understand that the secret must not be leaked."
The prisoners looked at each other and nodded mysteriously.
Everyone has known for a long time that Zhu Laowen is not the leader of Maitreya Church.
But no one believed that Zhu Laowen was an ordinary person.
These days, the people are the people, and the officials are the officials.
When ordinary people see an official, even a non-staff official, their knees will weaken.
How can they have the courage to hold a knife and hijack an officer, and still find a way out in the situation like last night?
If an ordinary person is hit by an arrow, the wound will definitely be swollen like a bun the next day.
But Zhu Laowen just wiped a few mouthfuls of spit on the wound in front of everyone last night.
When the maid changed his clothes this morning, the wound was already covered with blood scab, but surprisingly no pus flowed out.
What's more, Zhu Laowen, despite his fierce appearance, was a well-known loser before last night.
He bullied everyone he saw and never knew how to fight back.
But when he suddenly woke up after being knocked unconscious, he had a completely different temperament.
There is fineness in the rough, hardness in the softness, and he is not afraid of the sky or the earth.
When he talks about anyone or anything, there is no hint of flinching in his words.
Even towards the Buddhas in the Western Heavens, he treats them as if they were his peers, and does not feel that he is much inferior to them.
But the only people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods and Buddhas are the gods and Buddhas themselves.
In the eyes of the people of the Yuan Dynasty, who were castrated with butcher knives by foreign rulers for more than seventy years, the kind of confidence and self-esteem displayed by modern people is definitely not human.
Therefore, even if Zhu Laowen was not possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, he was at least possessed by some mysterious god.
In any case, it is not something they can offend.
Seeing everyone like this, Zhu Dapeng was in no mood to explain.
Sighing a few more times, he thought to himself: This is actually good.
At least for a short period of time, no one except Mr.
Su, the old bastard, would dare to use me as a puppet, nor would they dare to sell me easily.
As for the future, who knows what will happen to his grandma in the future?
Let’s take it one step at a time.
If you can’t even clear Sesame Lee, how will you open those maps in the future?
What does it have to do with me?
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Seeing that he was still frowning, Mr.
Su thought that he was still worried about how to deal with Sesame Lee.
After thinking about it, he lowered his voice again and reminded, "You were possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, and your mind was exhausted, so there are many I can’t even remember things.”
"Yeah."
This was the second time Zhu Dapeng heard this sentence.
He glanced at Mr.
Su and muttered in a low voice.
Mr.
Su indeed has the potential to be a dog-headed strategist.
Without urging, he added in an extremely fine voice, "Usually, I, the white paper fan, take care of the specific affairs of our Dazhitang for you.
So in these few days when you have been too mentally exhausted, God, if Mr.
Li wants to know about our hall, you can just push it to Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao guarantees that he will not be able to find any loopholes."
"You old thing" Zhu Dapeng spat at him harshly and nodded helplessly.
There is a saying in the 21st century that professional things should be left to professionals.
Since the old guy is best at lying and deceiving people, let him lie to Sesame Li.
Anyway, what happened to Maitreya Buddha happened to me, so it’s not surprising that he suffered from amnesia.
"Hehe, hehe."
Seeing that Zhu Dapeng had accepted his proposal, Mr.
Su quickly got up with a playful smile and placed the big light shield on the table with both hands.
"Please put this away, sir.
It's bronze.
You can see it at first glance." a rarity”
"It's such a rare thing," Zhu Dapeng cursed again, "No matter how rare it is, it can't be exchanged for so many people's lives.
Just do it.
You can deceive for a while, but you can't deceive for the rest of your life.
Wait until the big shot from the Maitreya Sect comes to find you.
Come to the door, everyone will be killed by you."
"Hehe, hehe" Mr.
Sun shook his head, and one sentence made Zhu Dapeng stunned again, "Then it depends on how you do in the future.
If we can hold tens of thousands of soldiers and dominate one side, the Maitreya Cult will definitely use all methods It proves that you are their leader, how could they take the initiative to push you out?"
"You" moment, Zhu Dapeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Looking Mr.
Su up and down carefully, I really want to ask, where did you come from?
Do you know who the champion of this year's World Cup is?
In his last life, he was hanging out on the forum and met a super expert who didn't even get a degree.
He was surprised to find that he had a PhD from Columbia University.
As a result, this man returned to China with a fake diploma and cheated all the way, and finally became the Taishan Beidou in the cultural world.
After Columbia University heard about it, they had no choice but to give him a doctorate degree to glorify their family.
As a native of the mid-14th century, Mr.
Su was able to use the unique tricks of a certain cultural leader in the early 20th century without any teacher.
How could Zhu Dapeng not be impressed by him?
However, although the ideal is full, the reality is extremely skinny.
Although a certain master's doctorate degree from Columbia University was fake, he still had something genuine in his belly.
Later, in the cultural circles of China in the early twentieth century, some achievements were indeed made.
As for myself, besides fighting monsters and upgrading, what else is there in my stomach?
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Just relying on the helpers in the yamen in front of me, similar to the urban management in the 21st century, or temporary workers, I want to build an army of tens of thousands, and then separatize one party.
Just dream, if you want to become a prince, your own Where are the soldiers?
Where are their own military rations?
Where are their own military pay?
Even if these three things can be conjured up, recruiting soldiers and horses under the nose of Zhima Li, isn't it just like a birthday star hanging himself?
Isn't it boring?
"You don't know yet, sir, but you are now the commander-in-chief of the left army of the Xuzhou General Administration of the Red Scarf Army.
You can recruit troops at will."
Seeing Zhu Dapeng's expression changing, always uncertain.
Mr.
Su leaned forward again and reported in a low voice again. s: This chapter is updated for the second alliance leader "nicknamed Lin Daiyu", thank you for your love.
She is also the leader of Yanyun in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and she is also grateful to him
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