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Zhang Alang also stood up and bowed to thank him: "I hope Erlang Shenjun bless the general, and I also ask the general to understand that the people in the world are not easy to live in the world."

Although the mission was not achieved, the people of the Northern Han Dynasty were moved by Zhang Alang's words and felt compassion. Wei Ti waved his hand and asked Song Wende to take out the twenty gold ingots wrapped around his waist, and said, "You are welcome to offer these money and common things to us to the Lord of Erlang." Zhang Alang did not refuse, and asked Wang An to take it away, and said, "Tonight, we will do a ritual. I ask Erlang to bless the autumn harvest smoothly. Can the general be willing to go and leave after watching the ceremony?"

Wei Ti knew that the invitation to participate in the ceremony to worship Erlang Shenjun was to treat himself and others as friends, so he did not refuse and said with a smile: "I am sure I dare not invite you."

Because according to the rules, the sacrifice must be carried out after dark, and many things must be prepared in this fashion. Therefore, Zhang Alang asked his disciple Wang An to accompany him, and called a young man to serve tea to the people of the Northern Han Dynasty. He brought two disciples to arrange the matters needed for the evening sacrifice.

Seeing that the people of the Northern Han Dynasty were in the mind of being at peace since they came, the little boy serving tea brought the cooked tea, first served it to Wei Ti, and then to Song Wende, Wang Gui, Chen De and others. Everyone saw that he was young, but they made the guests' servants clear and their expressions were very quiet, unlike the country boy who had never seen the world, and couldn't help but be surprised. Wang Gui took his tea and asked with a smile: "I think this little kid is good, what's his name?"

Before the boy could speak, Wang An answered first: "This is my junior brother named Li Shun, Muzi Li, and Yao Shun's Shun."

Chen De only felt that the name sounded very familiar, and then laughed silently. In this world, he had no acquaintances. Despite this, he took out a small string of copper coins from his arms, smiled kindly at the boy, and said to Wang An: "I have a few copper coins here, so buy malt candy for your junior brother." After that, he wanted to hand them over to the child.

The boy didn't answer first, but he just took it after seeing Wang An nodding.

This action seemed to have brought the psychological distance between Wang An closer. Although Wang An had seen many worlds with his master, he knew that Wei Ti and others were nobles who were much higher than those prefectures and county officials. When they first met, they were still a little restrained. At present, Wei Ti seemed to be not evil, and his subordinates such as Wang Gui and Chen De were also kind-hearted. Unlike the faces of ordinary officials, he couldn't help but relax a little. After he brought his junior brother to thank Chen De, he sighed: "The first king was benevolent in politics. Shu was originally a country of heaven, and his life was extremely comfortable. Unexpectedly, disaster suddenly came from the sky and the Song people snatched everything. Nowadays, children should not say that they could barely starve to death."

The Northern Han people immediately thought of the plunder of the Northern Han Dynasty and felt that the Song Dynasty was empathetic, and they couldn't help but feel the enemy. Only Wei Ti looked at this disciple named Wang An and felt that he was completely different from Zhang Alang. If Zhang Alang was a deep spring that nourished the people, Wang An seemed to be a long-depressed volcano. It seemed that Zhang Alang planned to let Wang An be the successor of his own robe. I wonder if he could gradually remove the anger in Wang An's heart in his lifetime. However, this person was a useful material for the Northern Han Dynasty.

So Wei Ti put down the black pottery tea bowl and bowed to Wang An and said, "What Zhang Qibo said just now is reasonable, but if the Song people were allowed to use this, they would be more eager to gain more attention, and then they would probably be even more indifference." After that, he gave Song Wende, Wang Gui and others a wink.

Chen De was stunned for a moment, but Song Wende immediately understood and said, "My country is far north, and is neighboring with powerful countries such as Khitan and Song, and fights almost all the time. Although there have been many casualties and injuries for many years, the enemy finally understands that we are not a lamb who can surrender."

Wang Gui would also say at this moment: "Handing down will only make the enemy think you are a little sheep, and only by speaking with a sword will you win the chance to survive."

The Northern Han people said something, and I said something, and only encouraged Wang An, the young Qibo in his early twenties, to his face turned red, and he said angrily: "There is a god three feet above his head. If the Song people don't give me a way to survive, I will just do this life."

Seeing that the provocation had already had an effect, Wei Ti smiled and said, "The enemy is strong and I am weak. Although your master's idea is good, if you just tolerate it, it will inevitably make the enemy more rampant. Xiao Qi Bo, I have a suggestion, I wonder if you would like to listen?"

Wang An couldn't help but be stunned. Logically, Beihan should tell Zhang Alang directly if he had any suggestions and let his master make the decision, but Wei Ti clearly wanted to discuss with him, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

But what kind of person is Wei Ti? Seeing that Wang An, who had some prestige among the villagers, had already entered the village, he was reluctant to let it go. Without waiting for his agreement, he said: "Although my Northern Han country is a small country and poor people, the soldiers are strong under the years of war, and the strong soldiers are well known to everyone." This was a sense of arrogance and confidence in the veteran's mouth, and Wang An nodded unconsciously.

Wei Ti smiled slightly and continued, "Your master said that the people in Shu are not familiar with military weapons, so they have to endure the harsh policies of the Song people. The veteran general had a suggestion that it would be better for your tutor to select hundreds of heroes and come to our Northern Han army for a year and a half to learn the battle formation. If the Song people become more aggressive in the future and the heavens and man are angry, with these heroes as the backbone, the nobles can promote the righteous flag. The Song people only blindly believe that the Shu people are weak and not too prepared to be prepared. The nobles have a chance to defeat Chengdu in one fell swoop, and the counties in Shu will issue an edict. At that time, only one general needs to be sent to seal Jianmen Pass in the north, and you can return the elders in Shu to a country of Heavenly Mansion."

Wei Ti finished speaking in one breath, and everyone looked at Wang An again. This sentence sounded very feasible. Not only Wang An, but also the boy serving tea was eager to try it. His wrists of the tea-serving tea actually shook lightly. In the quiet room, the sound of the slight collision between the tea bowls and the saucer was heard.

Wang An was also moved by the words, pondered for a while, raised his head suddenly and said to Wei Ti: "Thank you for your advice, if there is a suitable opportunity, I will advise my master again, ask him to select trustworthy brothers and go to the north to find the general."

Wei Ti nodded and said, "Okay, it's true that a hero has been a young man since ancient times." He turned to Song Wende and said, "Wende, you can take out my token and hand it over to Xiao Qibo so that the heroes in Shu can recognize each other in the future." Song Wende nodded immediately and agreed.

Everyone felt that although Zhang Qibo himself had not been moved, Wang An was his eldest disciple. If this person had the intention to be an enemy of the Song court, it would not be impossible to provoke a change in Shu. In order to strengthen his heart, the people of the Northern Han Dynasty would all tell you and I would like to talk about the interesting things in the wars in the northern border. In their words, they ridiculed the generals of the Song army and the generals, as if they were suppressed and beaten these Song people over the years.

Wang An was also a talented person. He talked with seven or eight people from Northern Han, which made everyone feel that he was highly valued by Qi Bo's disciples. Although the Northern Han Dynasty has always been suppressed by the Khitan and the Central Plains dynasty, the main strength is that it is not as good as the national strength. In terms of the tenacity and fierceness of the soldiers, it is still better. The soldiers who came to Shu with Wei Ti were even more crawling out of the sea of ​​blood. In common words, there was a sense of heroism. Only Chen De only asked about the livelihood of the people in Shu, and also discussed with Wang An, who was a tea farmer for generations, how to drink tea without losing its original taste.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, a disciple of Qi Bo came to pass the message, and Wang An led the people of Northern Han to visit the Erlang Temple in Guankou to watch the ceremony.

At this moment, inside and outside the square in front of Erlang Temple were crowded with villagers who came from all directions to pray to Erlang Shenjun, and there were almost thousands of people. When they saw Wang An leading everyone, the originally crowded villagers consciously made a way, and they obviously recognized Wang An's identity as Xiao Qibo. When they came to Guankou Erlang Temple, everyone discovered that the two white hills at the entrance of the temple when they came were actually sacrifice towers made of tens of thousands of sheep skulls. Between the two sheep head towers was a huge incense burner, but there was no incense candle. The branches full of mulberry cypresses were lit, and the flames were leaping as if they were taller than the golden roof of the temple. The raging fire reflected the white bones and the devout believers, setting off the atmosphere was particularly strange.

A huge altar had been placed before the incense burner, filled with statues of Erlang Shen, gongs, drums, magic snails, magic sedan chairs, battle flags and other magical instruments. Chen De looked carefully at Erlang Shen's statue. He was a handsome general with a carved bow on his waist and a yellow dog in his hand, which was not much different from Erlang Shen in his memory.

At this moment, Zhang Alang walked out of the temple accompanied by eight disciples. Zhang Alang stretched out his hands to the sky. The villagers inside and outside the square immediately fell silent and knelt down one after another. Wei Ti and others stood in the field and immediately seemed particularly abrupt, and they knelt down to Erlang Shen with the villagers. At the same time, Chen De also looked curiously at how Zhang Alang did it.

Zhang Alang's eyes closed slightly, muttering words, and his shoulders trembled violently. In the eyes of Chen De, who was soaked in various monster TVs, this was the standard action of asking God to go up. Then, Wang An, who had walked to Zhang Alang at some point, asked Zhang Alang, who had been put on by Erlang, whether there was a storm during the autumn harvest, and asked Erlang Shen for blessing no bad weather during the autumn harvest.

Zhang Alang said in an unquestionable tone: He promised that there would be no heavy rain during the autumn harvest, but the villagers must seize the weather to harvest grain and dry the grain in time. Moreover, no matters that are unfair and unconventional in this period, otherwise, a storm will be the people's own business.

Erlang Shen's promise made all the villagers feel relieved. Then, before about dozens of goats were taken to the square, the disciples who presided over the sacrifice first smoked the sheep's whole body with the thick smoke burned from the cypress branches, and then washed the sheep from beginning to end with water. Finally, several other disciples brought out the cutting boards and knives for the sacrifice, and smoked the knife on the mulberry smoke first, and then cut the sheep's throat. Dozens of sheep seemed to know their fate, and they kept bleating until they died, and some even shed tears in the corners of their eyes.

The sacrificer didn't care about that, and he quickly piled the first bowl of blood and head of each sheep in front of the statue of Erlang Shen, put the four hooves, heart, liver and lungs into the stove to burn them, and placed the rest of the sheep neatly on a clearing in front of the square. These things were done in a moment. During this period, Zhang Alang kept muttering, probably asking Erlang Shen to have a meal.

Seeing that the ceremony of Guankou Erlang was about to end, Zhang Alang was about to ask the people from each village to move the sacrificial mutton back to share the food. Suddenly, the villagers in the east suddenly became turbulent, and the people behind kept pushing forward. The people in front were unwilling to rush forward to enjoy the offerings, and they were crowded together.

Zhang Alang frowned slightly, just as he wanted Wang An to comfort the villagers, and by the way, he saw who was making noise there. Suddenly, a few gongs rang out from the east. After the gongs, he vaguely heard someone shouting outside the Erlang Temple Square. However, because the villagers in the square were crowded, it was not very real. Zhang Alang raised his hands again to calm the villagers in the square.

"Listen to the unlucky people inside, the demons colluded with the enemy country to rebel, and the court arrested important criminals here. The official army has surrounded this place. If they don't want to die, they immediately squatted on the ground and waited for the official army to check. If there is any resistance, they will definitely be killed."

Zhang Alang's face changed when he heard this, and he immediately looked at Wei Ti and others, and the people in the Northern Han Dynasty also changed drastically. Wei Ti thought that all the counterfeit villages he visited since he entered Shu were survivors of Hou Shu who had been with the Northern Han for decades, and had never stated his identity. He just gave them some gold and silver weapons on behalf of the Northern Han Dynasty. Such underground transactions were almost always carried out in Hou Shu. How could they be targeted by the Song people? It happened that when his party and his party arrived here, the Song court mobilized a large army to siege the Guankou Erlang Temple. Could it be that the Song court has been monitoring the Guankou Erlang Temple, or was it betrayed by Zhang Qibo?

Everyone in the Northern Han Dynasty held the sharp blades they carried with them tightly and looked at Wei Ti. As long as the leader gave the order, whether they rushed to the altar to capture Zhang Alang or out of the crowd, they would execute without hesitation.

At this moment, Zhang Alang turned his head and said something to Wang An. Wang An took advantage of the opportunity that everyone was looking at Zhang Alang and sneaked down the altar and found Wei Ti and said, "The court didn't know where to know that the general and others were here. Please rest assured that Erlang Shenjun would never watch his guests taken away by the enemy. My master ordered me to take you to the temple and make plans." After that, he turned around and walked behind the temple.

Wei Ti stared at Zhang Alang who seemed to be still thinking on the stage, then followed Wang An and left the square, turned to the side door to come to the temple.

At this time, the square was already in chaos. Some people were worried that the Song court would find an opportunity to kill again. Some people were worried about the turtle and scolding in a row, rolling up their sleeves and looking like officials who were ready to fight against Erlang Shen. More people looked at Zhang Qibo on the altar, waiting for him to make an idea.

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