What happened next seemed to be dreaming more and more. Seeing that Zhu Laonian did not refuse Mr. Su and others' surrender, the neighbors who had previously been hiding were also searching for red cloth to wrap their heads, walked out with the door bolt, blocking Fangzi's entrance.

In order to prove that they were accomplices with other Red Turban Army in the city, they carried the bodies of Mr. Li and the killed soldiers to Fangzikou and hung them directly on nearby branches to show their "first righteousness".

This move really worked. Several men wrapped in red cloth rushed to the front and saw the corpse hanging at Fangzi's entrance and Mr. Su and others holding weapons in full swing. They immediately changed their direction and rushed towards other Fangzi. From the beginning to the end, no one asked about the "Red Turban Army" in Muma Lane.

Those who can get into the yamen as a non-staff operative would not be stupid people. When they found that the methods of taking advantage of the troubled waters were really effective, the white men and the prisoners immediately began to sneak out to pick up their relatives and friends to take refuge. The neighbors in Muma Lane were not monkeys that popped up from the cracks of the stones, and each person had several relatives and friends. In order to prevent the relatives and friends from being affected by the chaos, they also ran out with red cloth and "giving kindness" in the name of Master Zhu of the Great Wisdom Branch of Maitreya Cult.

When the "Master Zhu" recovered from his shock, not only did the Mule and Horse Lane behind him become his territory, but the nearby brick and tile alleys, Chaitan Alley, Kushui Alley, straw sandal Alley, donkey shit Alley and most of the craftsmen also became the "sphere of influence" of the Maitreya Cult's Great Wisdom Branch. The five or six hundred households inside, regardless of poverty, almost all joined the Maitreya Cult and became loyal believers. Following him, Master Zhu, he recited the Maitreya Reincarnation Sutra that Mr. Su made a temporary fabrication of "Dispel the darkness and welcome the light!"

That night, the rebels and soldiers fought fiercely on the streets, and the rascals took advantage of the situation to rob. In the chaos, many thatched huts and blue brick courtyards were lit into torches together, and the innocent people lost their lives in a confused manner. Willow Skilled Erfang Muma Lane and several nearby alleys were surprisingly peaceful. Only seven or eight corpses, including Kongmu Mahama and the archer Mr. Li, were hanging in a confused manner on the trees, warning those who tried to make money from war and money to stay away from this place and not to commit crimes in the hands of Master Zhu, and to lose their lives in vain.

Zhu Laonian, who was recommended as a talisman by Mr. Su and the people near the streets, never found an opportunity to explain the truth to the rebel army. When it was dawn and the shouts of killing around him gradually subsided, he no longer had to explain it to anyone. The Red Turban Army soldiers under Sesame Li Er gave him enough face to "Master Zhu". If he turned against him now, hehe, the result can naturally be imagined!

Zhu Dapeng was already very nervous, otherwise he would not have dared to hurt people without knowing whether he was in the virtual world or the real world. After finding out that he was impersonating the deputy head of the Maitreya Cult Dazhi Hall, he thought for a moment and simply recognized him...

However, he refused to be confused for the rest of his life. He first used spit to clean the arrow wound on his shoulder, and then pointed with his finger at Mr. Su, who was automatically regarded as the second person besides himself, and whispered, "That Su, Mr. Su, right?! Come and talk to me, who am I?!"

After the threat of death gradually faded away, Mr. Su also found that most things were wrong tonight. However, this person was unwilling to admit that he was the starter of a series of misunderstandings. He walked two steps towards Zhu Laonian who he knew, and squeezed his eyes and reiterated, "Master, you are telling a joke again. Who doesn't know that you are the Lord Zhu of the Maitreya Dazhi Hall. We have long been dissatisfied with the government, so no one went to report to the government. If you don't believe me, ask them, ask them a few!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and winked at the white officers and the little prisoners around him. Those white officers and the little prisoners always bowed to Mr. Su and other archers. At this moment, they turned into grasshoppers on a rope, and they obeyed their orders. They even nodded and agreed, "Yes, yes! Mr. Zhu, have you forgotten? You have always burned incense and tribute to Maitreya at home, and we all know that. We have always covered you up!"

"Fuck!" Zhu Dapeng frowned and scolded. "If I were the master of the Maitreya Sect, you would be my master, master, and the double stick of the red flower!"

"Thank you, Lord Zhu, to give the title!" Mr. Su secretly winked again, led the white men and the prisoners to kneel down, prostrating.

"Go to your grandma!" Zhu Dapeng was so angry that he raised his feet and kicked Mr. Su. "You are Lord Zhu, and your whole family is Lord Zhu!"

"Master, please spare me!" Mr. Su rolled on the ground and immediately knelt down again, his head pounding. "Master, please spare me! The villain has no intention of spying on your location! The villain really has no!"

"Get out!" Zhu Dapeng kicked the other party again, knowing that the master of the Maitreya Sect is determined today. He gritted his teeth and decided to let go of this topic for the time being, "I am not asking you whether the master is not a master. I am asking, who is it?! Tell me everything you know! Just go ahead and let me go!"

"You, you are Zhu Bashiyi, the head of the Great Wisdom Hall!" Mr. Su raised his eyes and secretly looked at Zhu Lao Nian'er's face and responded in a low voice. Seeing that the other party's eyebrows were about to stand up again, he immediately remembered the fact that this person had been knocked unconscious by his companion luggage of Forty-seven in the yamen with an iron ruler. He quickly moved his body back a few feet away and explained repeatedly, "Sir, calm down, the villain remembered, remembered. You have just been taken over by Maitreya Buddha, and your mind was consumed too much, so you forgot your worldly identity. The villain will go to Dr. Hu's house to grab you a medicine to calm the spirit."

"Stop talking, hurry up and tell me who I am?!" Zhu Dapeng didn't like Mr. Su's way of speaking around, so he glared at the man fiercely and urged him loudly.

"Yes, yes!!" Mr. Su shivered again and stammered, "Your old layman name is Zhu Bashiyi, Zhizhengchu, Chu, and fled from the north."

He explained for a long time, and Zhu Dapeng finally understood a little. He seemed to have won the 21st century special lottery, and he had a ticket for traveling through the journey. He was still the kind of soul traveling through time, going without returning.

"God, why are you playing with me like this!" Zhu Dapeng, who was holding Zhu Laodian's body, pressed his forehead with his hand, and his eyes turned black...

As a technical mate who often reads online novels, Zhu Dapeng refused to accept the matter of time travel. However, what he really couldn't accept was that his treatment after time travel was so far from other time travel peers. He neither worshiped the emperor nor worked as a backstage, and also traveled to the end of the Yuan Dynasty. The Red Turban Army had just begun to rebel! The host was a butcher, who had never read a book for a day, nor did he know any martial arts. He had nothing except a rented pork-killing knife and a half of the butcher shop that immediately went bankrupt!

As for the identity of the host, it was a refugee who was so humble that he could not be more humble. Ten years ago, he lost his home and parents because of a broken Yellow River. He fled to Xuzhou with his sister. He was then taken sheltered by the government and numbered 81, so his name was Zhu Bashiyi, and he was nicknamed Zhu Laonian.

Zhu Bashiyi's sister was numbered Zhu Sanshiyi. Because she looked pretty good, she was taken by a inspector named Li in her fifties in the yamen and took her into the mansion as her fifth concubine. She entrusted her to be a fifth concubine with her brother-in-law. Since she was eight years old, Zhu Laonian was "lucky" to be sent to a butcher as an apprentice who did not receive wages. After his master died, he inherited the slaughtering shops, slaughtered pigs, sheep, slaughtered pigs, and steers, and relied on to support his family.

Originally, he could live a life as a butcher. At least every day, he could fall into a bloody neck, a large intestine, and a few taels of food. However, Zhu Laonian's fate was really "unpredictable". In Mr. Su's words, "Maitreya Buddha's substitute in the secular world cannot be covered by ordinary people." First, he died of his sister and unborn nephew at the age of thirteen. Last year, his cheap inspector brother-in-law played against others at a banquet in the yamen. He was broken by the guards of Daruwachi of Mongolia and returned to the west.

Therefore, since the death of his brother-in-law, Zhu Laonian's life has been getting worse and worse. Not only did Mr. Li and others at the yamen always make excuses to bully him, but the rascals around him often went to the butcher shop to make trouble. However, Zhu Laonian was "broad-minded and disdainful of knowledge with ordinary people" (Mr. Su's words). He obeyed, but did not fight back when he beat him, and did not fight back when scolded. Until yesterday evening, he was knocked out by the latter by an iron ruler because he had paid three months of extra money to sharpen his knife.

There is no need for Mr. Su to talk about what happened next. Zhu Dapeng himself is probably the one who understands the whole story in the world. Zhu Laonian was beaten to death by Mr. Li, or his soul was slaughtered. However, he, the 21st century science and engineering technician Zhu Dapeng, had exhausted his energy to play games all night, and his soul was separated from his body. Under the influence of several coincidental factors that could not be explained by science, he came to Zhu Laonian's head. Then, because he couldn't figure out whether he was in the real world or the virtual world, he rose up to resist and slaughtered the richest Komu, Seminister Mahama, the little boss in Xuzhou City, as a small boss in the game. Although he didn't even get a piece of green suit, he accidentally triggered the uprising of the Red Turban Army in the city in advance. The main force of the Red Turban Army, who had long been lurking outside the city, made a quick decision and immediately launched a general attack.

"The leader of the Red Turban Army, I am the rebels outside, who is their boss?" Thinking that he would deal with the Red Turban Army in the city sooner or later, Zhu Dapeng asked weakly because he was overloaded in a short period of time.

"You are old, you are not with them." Mr. Su was surprised and asked instinctively. Halfway through the words, he looked around and lowered his voice to correct it, "Ah, I understand, you are still because of Maitreya Buddha's upper body, and you can't remember anything. That sesame seeds, Li, the head of Li, must have known you. He used to come to the city to sell sesame seeds, and he went to your place to buy pig's hooves several times!"

"Sesame Li?" Zhu Dapeng rubbed his temple desperately, and his eyes were dark again, and countless little stars were beating up and down. He knew that there were Zhu Yuanzhang, monk Peng, Zhang Shicheng, Chen Wansan and others, and he knew that in the end, Zhu Yuanzhang got the world, and everyone else died on the beach. But where should Zhu Yuanzhang be at this moment? Was he a monk or had already joined the Ming Cult?! The foot fetishist Zhang Wuji who knew the Nine Yang True Sutra, where was he?! Has the lion slaughtering conference been held? Who is Wu Mu's suicide letter and the Nine Yin True Sutra? If there is parallel time and space, the relationship between the planet he is currently in and the earth is

"Damn it, the history teacher died early!" In the expectant eyes of Mr. Su and the people, Zhu Dapeng, no, Zhu Bashiyi suddenly had a word in his mouth, and he rolled his eyes and completely fainted.

"Another one who has exhausted himself to death when playing games!" On the 21st century Earth, Beijing Temple of Heaven Hospital, the nurse sighed, pulled up the white sheet, covering a young and pale face.

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