Chapter 1605 Watermelon
Wen Rensheng has unparalleled wisdom. Of course he knows that it is very difficult to copy Wang Mang.
First of all, you have to copy a senior official from a large family.
Wang Mang’s family has a queen mother in the harem, and there are several high-ranking officials with real power in the previous dynasty. This allows him to rely on his huge reputation to peacefully surrender.
All the officials were convinced and the army did not resist.
Later, they rebelled because his methods could not solve the problems that arose in the Western Han Dynasty.
That’s why Wen Rensheng would only take Wang Mang’s name, but not the real thing.
Start from the holy religion at your feet.
The structure of the holy religion is simple, consisting of eighteen halls, with the "Quan" clan taking over as leader from generation to generation.
The current leader is Quan Tianyi, who also directly leads the Ninth Hall, which belongs to his personal army and the territory directly under his jurisdiction.
The tenth palace is controlled by his niece Quan Shayun, who is also a saint.
This is more than one-tenth of the power of the entire Holy Religion.
It is equivalent to the major shareholder in a joint-stock system.
They have the Heavenly Evil Blood Hidden Skill, accumulated over generations, and have innate masters from generation to generation who can suppress the Holy Cult.
With both the supreme force and the support of the middle and lower classes directly under the jurisdiction of the two palaces, it is not difficult to rule the entire Holy Religion as long as you are not mentally retarded.
However, this leader of the Holy Cult is just a fool... and a fool with extremely high martial arts skills.
What he likes to do most every day is to sneak into other people's sleeping places in the middle of the night and crack people's heads like watermelons, muttering "Are they ripe yet?"
Don’t think that he is just scary like in the joke. Since taking office, he has killed more than a dozen of the masters of the religion - all with the help of a gourd.
With one claw, he directly lifted the Tianling cover.
Then he shouted: "White flesh, not ripe!"
But once he said something different: "Red flesh, this one is finally ripe! Haha, I have finally mastered my ability to judge rawness by knocking on the skin!"
It turned out that it was because he was suddenly frightened. An old man suffering from cerebral hemorrhage.
Without the support and suppression of the Saint, he would have been overthrown long ago.
Even so, the Holy Religion is still a source of panic.
Otherwise, the situation where the dignified right-hand envoys of the twelve palaces were openly surrounded by righteous people would not have happened.
Wen Rensheng had already set up a plan, selected a target, and started executing it immediately.
He slowly came out of the Twelve Halls, and then walked towards the Ninth Hall.
The purple-flowered dog basking in the sun on the side saw this and was a little curious, so he quietly followed him.
What is the teacher going to do?
Have you discovered some secret knowledge again?
Zhao Han thought like this, put aside his own business, and decided to take a peek.
She is a dog now anyway, no one can blame her for doing these things.
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In the Nine Halls, a middle-aged man with messy hair was jumping up and down in the main hall.
In the hall, groups of fearful believers were kneeling.
I saw a middle-aged man beating on their heads carefully and listening attentively.
“This one is not cooked.”
“Neither is this one.”
Anyone who heard that their head was not cooked immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped it vigorously Cold sweat.
Those who haven’t had their turn yet have their hearts in their throats.
They were like a group of elementary school students who were being checked for their math homework by the new and irritable math teacher, but they didn't do it themselves.
"Hey, there's something wrong with this. It seems familiar, but it doesn't seem familiar yet?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped in front of a young man.
He carefully put his ear close to the other person's head and knocked on the other person's forehead again.
The young man was sweating profusely and so nervous that his whole body was shaking.
The voice sounded crisply on the forehead.
Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short.
Three long and one short, listen to the shortest.
Three short and one long, listening is the longest.
"I think it's familiar. Do you think so?" He turned to look at the congregation. "Everything is decided by the leader!" Everyone said in unison.
"No, no, when I went down the mountain last time, I met an old master. He said that the king should rule from the top without saying a word, and leave everything to the cabinet. If the cabinet cannot do well, then change the cabinet. Because the king cannot be changed easily. It’s easy to make mistakes, so the king doesn’t want to do anything, just change people, so you have to give me advice..."
The middle-aged man said it very seriously.
If Wen Rensheng had not been outside the palace gate and saw clearly what he was doing, he would have really thought that he was engaging in the false king system that is now fashionable on the Internet.
This is a popular saying among scholars in the southeast of Dayan Dynasty.
It is said to have been created by a great scholar named Liu.
I understand there are quite a lot of people.
It also exists in real history.
It is a pity that once the Tatars came, no one dared to mention it anymore...
On the contrary, everyone called it sage.
Looking at it, Zhao Han felt that what this middle-aged man said was quite right.
If you can't make up your mind, why don't you brainstorm ideas?
She still hasn't figured out what happened.
At this time, an elderly congregant mustered up the courage and said: "Master, I think you are not familiar with it, so you don't need to open it to see."
Because the young man is related to him. , is his only nephew, and he has no children, so he dares to risk his life to speak.
"Oh, Chen Zuoshi, you said he was unfamiliar, what basis do you have for that?" The middle-aged man turned to look at the elderly congregants.
"This, this sound is crisp but not muddy, which means that the melon pulp inside is condensed into a ball and has not spread out. This is one of the characteristics of unfamiliarity. In addition..." The elderly believer actually said one, two, and three.
It can be seen that he was forced by this leader to become an expert at cracking watermelons in a day or two.
The middle-aged man nodded while listening.
“Yes, yes, everyone must learn from Liu Zuoshi.” The middle-aged man praised.
"Then, you don't need to open this melon, right? Leader." Chen Zuoshi didn't care that the other party called his name wrong and just asked.
"Well, I recently read the sage's words, and I gained true knowledge through practice. Your theory is excellent, but whether it is correct or not, you still have to open it up and see." As he said that, the middle-aged man turned his fingers into claws and clawed at the young man's head. .
"Woof!" Zhao Han screamed.
She was still confused, why did she suddenly want to kill someone?
The middle-aged man just slowed down for a moment, just like a dog, and continued digging downwards.
“Stop!”
A voice appears.
Everyone was relieved. Finally, someone came to stop the leader.
Then they all looked up and looked outside the hall.
They were then disappointed.
Because the visitor turned out to be an unknown person, but there was a very famous dog beside him - because the saint often took it with her, going in and out, eating and drinking a lot.
They did not doubt how the two came in, because even the concierge was concentrated in the main hall.
Nine Halls have no protection at all.
“Who are you?” The middle-aged man turned to look at Wen Rensheng.
“I am your teacher.” Wen Rensheng smiled.
"My teacher? My teacher?" The middle-aged man was confused and hit his head hard.
"Who is my teacher? Why don't I remember it?"
"Yes, yes, he is your teacher. This Mr. Guo is your teacher." Chen Zuoshi quickly helped.
If he didn't say this, his nephew would be dead.
He often walks around outside and has already recognized Wen Rensheng as a new member of the Twelve Halls. His kung fu is pretty good.
"Yes, Mr. Guo is your long-lost teacher..." someone followed.
If Wen Rensheng hadn't been so young, they would all have said, "This is your father."
Now everyone is in urgent need of a normal person who can control the leader...
The holy religion has become a demonic religion, and most of the bad reputations are caused by this leader.
No matter how many good things they have done, as long as the other party says: "You have a leader who loves to eat human brains", they will be speechless.
(End of this chapter)