Chapter 238: The Eating Vegetable Demon Manichaeism

"Xurishu" Zhang San is Master Lu's favorite student.

After two years of experience in Qingzhou, he has truly grown into a hero.

His strength is actually not that outstanding. If he is ranked according to the Earthly Fiends, he is just as powerful as "Daytime Rat" Bai Sheng and "Golden Retriever" Duan Jingzhu.

But when it comes to the ability to set up an intelligence network behind enemy lines, he is the best among the Liangshan heroes. Together with his partner "Winged Fire Snake" Li Si, it has only been a short time, but he has already planted countless spies in Jiankang Prefecture.

Of course, the "workaholic" Shi Xiu who came with them this time is also an expert in special operations behind enemy lines.

"..."

Zhang San was an old man who had been to Liangshan before. He didn't say anything and sat at the next table as if no one was around.

"How about it?"

"Everything is going well. The target has been hooked. We have people everywhere in Jiankang Prefecture. Brother, please go ahead and someone will pick you up."

"it is good!"

The group didn't talk much to each other. They just focused on eating to fill their stomachs and didn't drink much wine.

During this period of time, some strong men who were in a hurry came to the thatched inn.

It must be said that Zhang San's vision in choosing this place was indeed sharp. Caravan travelers traveling from the south and the north, as long as they went to Jinling City from the west, had to pass through the intersection in front of the thatched cottage.

At this time, a big man strode towards the thatched inn and said angrily, "You bastard, I was wondering why there was no wine business recently. It turns out that the thatched inn next door has a new owner... Who is the owner? Come out and see."

He was no more than thirty years old, with a stern face, and was wearing a black shirt that was longer than his knees. His shoulders were particularly broad, and the belt around his waist made him look particularly small. The hem of the black shirt was short, revealing his legs, which were as hard as iron pillars with blue veins exposed.

This is the tiger back, bee waist and mantis legs!

Anyone who possesses these physical characteristics is, first of all, good at walking, and can walk more than a hundred miles easily; secondly, good at jumping, and can jump over a two-meter-high wall with both hands and flip over; thirdly, good at fighting, and his body is extremely flexible.

"I am the new shopkeeper." A man walked out of the thatched inn, clasped his fists and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am... Wang Dingliu, the wine seller by the Yangtze River!"

"what!"

Cao Jie turned his head and looked:

The grasshopper has a pointy head and bright eyes, and the heron has skinny legs with no flesh at all.

Lu Yao walked as fast as flying, Wang Dingliu by the Yangtze River.

This is the “living flashy woman” Wang Dingliu!
He made a living by running a hotel by the Yangtze River. He admired Liangshan very much. After meeting Zhang Shun, he joined Liangshan. When Liangshan gathered together, he was one of the 108 generals, ranked 104th, and served as the head of the Beishan Hotel.

Just as the two were about to fight, Cao Jie gave Zhang San a look.

Zhang San immediately understood, and he also wanted to show off his abilities in front of his brother.

So he used courtesy first and then force, and fought with Wang Dingliu.

This fight ended in a draw.

The two of them separated, and Wang Dingliu waved his hand and asked, "What's your name, hero? Why do you look so unfamiliar?"

"It's Zhang San from Kaifeng Prefecture!"

"Phew! As long as it's not from the south."

"What happened to the south?"

"You don't know, there are countless people who eat vegetables and worship the devil in the south. Recently, they came to the Yangtze River to preach. I thought you all believed in the devil's cult!"

The so-called "eating vegetables and serving the devil" was the name given to Manichaeism by the imperial court. They preached secretly in the Central Plains, advocated vegetarianism, worshipped Mani as the god of light, and instigated rebellion.

"I come from the north..." Wang Dingliu heard the Central Plains Mandarin clearly, and he relaxed and said, "No fight, no acquaintance. I also admire Shandong heroes. I wonder if you recognize the living devil Xiao Mengde."

Cao Jie and his party remained calm, and Zhang San smiled and said, "We have met once before."

"Really?"

Wang Dingliu immediately felt closer to Zhang San, and Zhang San was also a man who was good at socializing, so the two of them soon began to call each other brothers.

As for Cao Jie and his party, after simply filling their stomachs, they headed towards Jinling City.

Wang Dingliu looked at the backs of Cao Jie and his group as they left, and asked in confusion, "Those heroes are so powerful, coming and going like the wind, they are not ordinary people. Brother, do you know who they are?"

Zhang San's eyes flashed: "From the accent, it seems to be from the north."

"The north! What a pity that I didn't ask his name." Wang Dingliu expressed regret.

Cao Jie arrived at Jiankang Prefecture secretly, but did not want to reveal the information before meeting Yang Bangyi.

The one who came to Jinling City in Jiankang Prefecture to meet them was the "Desperate Sam" Shi Xiu.

He was originally from Jiankang, Jinling. Many years ago, he fled to Jizhou because he killed someone.

Now that I am back in my hometown, I don’t use my real name.

"elder brother!"

After secretly bringing everyone to the courtyard that he had purchased secretly, Shi Xiu briefly reported on his recent work.

It is so easy to make money from the "miracle doctor" An Daoquan that it is not worth mentioning.

So many of them came to Jiangnan, spending a lot of money and energy, just to find out the truth about Manichaeism and to snatch food from Fang La.

He has so many heroes under his command, it would be a good thing to recruit one or two now!
Of course, we still need to talk about cooperation.

The four great bandits must cooperate sincerely to shake the rule of the Song Dynasty.

Only when the smoke of war rises, can Shandong, a place close to Kaifeng Prefecture without any dangerous checkpoints or separatist forces, erupt into a prairie fire.

Otherwise, if Shandong alone were to compete with the Song Dynasty, it would sooner or later be defeated.

Cao Jie consistently practiced Taizu's words: make more friends and fewer enemies.

"Fang La has a generous character and is very popular in the Jiangnan area. In addition, he has strong talents and has attracted many farmers who are living in poverty."

"Even in Jiankang Prefecture, there is a nursery rhyme circulating, saying something like "Ten thousand plus a little, only at the end of winter can you be called a noble. Crossing the Zhejiang River, you will show your influence in Wuxing."

Gongsun Sheng immediately explained the word, "Ten thousand is a metaphor for the word ten thousand. Add a dot and it becomes the word Fang. The end of winter is called La, and the word "Zun" means sitting in the south and being the ruler. The future rebel in Jiangnan will definitely be this Fang La."

Shi Xiu nodded: "Fang La is good in other aspects, capable and righteous, but he believed in Manichaeism and became a vegetable eater. Brother, are you interested in contacting him?"

"No need to contact them for now. Let's finish what Mr. Zong arranged first, and then discuss other things. However, Jiankang Prefecture must be under our surveillance..."

"Brother, don't worry!"

Religion has been the most powerful weapon in the hands of rulers since ancient times.

Jinling City, disaster relief camp.

A group of ragged disaster victims crowded into the dilapidated house, each with his hands spread out in front of his chest, making a gesture of flaming fire, and chanting along with the missionary:

"Burn my remains, the holy fire is blazing. What is the joy of life, what is the pain of death? To do good and eliminate evil, only the light can do it. Joy, sorrow, and sadness, all return to dust. Have pity on me, the world, there are so many worries! Have pity on me, the world, there are so many worries!"

If you can't survive, are you still afraid of losing your head if you rebel? Are you still afraid of being arrested and imprisoned by the government for believing in evil religion?
They are not afraid of anything!
As they recited Persian scriptures, their eyes burned with fire, their bodies burned with heat, and their excited spirits made them forget hunger and cold...

(End of this chapter)