The shield is cast in bronze. On one side, there is a sun in the center, and the patterns around it are sunny. On the other side, the patterns are boundless flames, surging. They are extremely mysterious and elegant in composition and manufacturing technology. Even if they are taken to the 21st century, no one will be able to make them in just two or three hours.

When Zhu Dapeng saw this, he looked at Mr. Su a little more. He frowned and sighed, "What can I do if I have this thing in my hand? It's fake. If you tell a lie, you have to fill in ten thousand lies. If Sesame Li wants to find out the truth, a few words will make me show the prototype."

Speaking of this, he felt the urge to beat Mr. Su up again. He stood up and punched him. Seeing this, the rest of the Bai and the young prisoners quickly stepped forward to hold his fist, begging him at the same time, "Shut down, sir, sir, sir. Mr. Su is also for everyone. If you don't have the identity of this hall master, it is impossible for you to protect the safety of nearly a thousand neighbors around you. We have long died in the chaos last night!"

"You bastards are better than each one!" Zhu Dapeng couldn't beat Mr. Su, and sat back on the chair angrily, "How long can I cheat? The evidence is easy to fool, what should I do if the specific details are? If Sesame Li suddenly wants to summon me, how can I answer the Maitreya religion?!"

"Sir, I think that the sesame and Li, General Manager Li, should not ask you too much about Maitreya Cult!" Mr. Su escaped the disaster, moved back quietly, and kneeled on the ground to respond.

"Why?!" Zhu Dapeng was a little dizzy when he said it, holding the table with his hands and frowned.

"This matter is a long story!" Mr. Su finally got a rare opportunity to explain, sorted out his thoughts, and reported in a low voice: "Although Sesame Li is known as the chief general of Xuzhou of the Red Turban Army, in fact, before the uprising, he was not a disciple of the White Lotus Sect. At least, he could not be a core disciple. His subordinates had never heard of this person having any position in the White Lotus Sect. However, the Maitreya Sect was founded in the Northern Wei Dynasty and has different subordinates from the White Lotus Sect for more than a thousand years. In recent years, although the Maitreya Sect was led by the leader of the leader, Monk Peng, and the three families of the Manichaeism and the White Lotus Sect, they were still clearly divided and had no time to completely integrate together. Now Monk Peng is leading his disciples to fight in Huguang, and he cannot take action to sort out the affairs in the sect. This area of ​​Jiangbei was upset by the Red Turban Marshal Liu Futong."

After all, he was a scholar and worked as a low-level official in the yamen for many years. Mr. Su knew all the knowledge of several religions that were strictly enforced by the court. According to his statement, the White Lotus Sect advocated by the Maitreya Cult and Liu Futong, the commander of the Red Turban Army, had no unity between them. Because of his status in the White Lotus Sect before the uprising, he was not qualified to interrogate the head of the Maitreya Cult.

Zhu Dapeng just happened to take advantage of this loophole and continue to cheat with the Great Guangming Shield that the Xuzhou government had previously copied from the home of the Maitreya Cult. Anyway, the former leader of the Maitreya Cult, Monk Peng, was busy in war and had no time to distract himself from the academic affairs. However, the Huguang area where Xuzhou and Monk Peng are currently located is difficult to communicate with each other because of the chaos of war!

This analysis was incisive. However, Zhu Dapeng was still frowning, sighed, and continued: "The problem is that even if Sesame Li didn't ask in detail and just find some superficial topics about Maitreya, I still have to reveal the truth!"

"You, you were taken over by Maitreya Buddha last night, which many people saw with their own eyes!" Mr. Su raised half of his head from the ground and reminded carefully.

"Nonsense, that's not Maitreya Buddha's upper body! That's it." Zhu Dapeng immediately retorted, saying halfway, but found that he could not explain at all. What happened to a soul from the 21st century Earth who traveled to Zhu Laonian, the butcher of the late Yuan Dynasty. Is it the superposition of brain waves resonance? Or four-dimensional space? How could people in the 14th century know what the wave is and what the fourth dimension is? Besides, since they can know what happens seven hundred years later, what is the difference between them and the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again and added angrily: "Forget it, I won't say it anymore! Anyway, you can't understand it if you tell me."

"Yes, the young men understand that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!" Several young prisoners looked at each other and nodded mysteriously. Everyone knew that Zhu Laonian was not the leader of the Maitreya Church. But if Zhu Laonian was an ordinary person, they didn't believe it.

Nowadays, people are people, and officials are officials. When ordinary people see officials, even if they are minor officials outside the post, their knees will be weaker. How can they have the courage to hijack the officers with a knife? And in the case of last night, they can still find a way out?

If an ordinary person is shot, his wound will definitely be swollen like a bun the next day. Zhu Lao Nian just spitted a few mouthfuls of foam on the wound in front of everyone last night. When the maid changed his clothes this morning, there was a blood scab on the wound, and there was no pus flowing out at all.

What's more, Zhu Laonian, despite his fierce appearance, was a famous coward before last night. He never knew to fight back when he saw anyone bullying him. But after being knocked out, he suddenly woke up and became a different kind of personality. He was thick and thin, soft and hard, and he was not afraid of the heaven or the earth. When talking about anyone, he had no intention of shrinking in his words. Even when he was treating the Buddhas of the Western Heaven in the dark, he did not feel much shorter than the other person.

But the only one who is comparable to gods and Buddhas is the gods and Buddhas themselves! In the eyes of the Yuan Dynasty people who were castrated by foreign rulers with butchers' knives for more than 70 years, the confidence and self-esteem shown by modern people is absolutely not owned by humans!

Therefore, even though Zhu Laonian was not possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, he was at least possessed by a great god in the dark. In any case, it was not something they could offend.

Seeing everyone like this, Zhu Dapeng was even more inexplicable. He sighed a few more times and said in his heart: This is actually good. At least in a short period of time, no one else dares to treat me as a puppet, nor dares to sell me easily. As for the future, who knows what his grandmother will do in the future? Take one step at a time. If you can't even pass the Sesame Li level, how can those maps be opened in the future, what will it do to me?

Seeing that he was still frowning, Mr. Su thought he was still anxious about how to deal with the matter of Sesame Li. After thinking about it, he lowered his voice again, "You were over-exhausted by Maitreya Buddha last night, and your mind was exhausted, so many things can't be remembered!"

"Hmm?!" This was the second time Zhu Dapeng heard this sentence, looked at Mr. Su and pondered in a low voice.

Mr. Su does have the potential to be a dog-headed military advisor. Without urging, he adds it with an extremely subtle voice, "It is usually my white paper fan to help you manage the specific affairs of our Dazhi Hall. So during the few days when you have excessive mental consumption, if Manager Li wants to understand the affairs of our hall, you can just push it to the small ones and small ones, so that he can not find any loopholes!"

"You old guy!" Zhu Dapeng spat hard 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 lying, let him cheat Sesame Li. Anyway, he has even happened to Maitreya Buddha, so it is not surprising that he has amnesia.

"Haha, hehe!" Seeing that Zhu Dapeng had accepted his proposal, Mr. Su quickly climbed up with a smile and placed the big light shield on the table with both hands. "This, please put it away. The bronze one is obviously a rare thing!"

"I'm so fucking! A head-lost thing!" Zhu Dapeng cursed again, "No matter how rare it is, you can't exchange the lives of so many people. Just do it! You can cheat for a while, but you can't cheat for a lifetime. When one day the big figures of the Maitreya Sect come to the door, everyone will be killed by you!"

"Haha, hehe!" Mr. Sun shook his head, and said a word that made Zhu Dapeng stunned. "It depends on how you do in the future. If we can hold tens of thousands of soldiers in our hands and dominate one side, the Maitreya Cult will definitely use all methods to prove that you are their hall master, so how can you take the initiative to push you out?!"

In the moment of "You" Zhu Dapeng felt like he was struck by lightning. He looked at Mr. Su carefully and wanted to ask, "Where did you come from? Do you know who the World Cup champion is this year?"

In his last life, he wandered around the forum and knew that a super big guy had not obtained a degree at all. He said he was a Ph.D. from Columbia University. As a result, this man returned to China with a fake diploma and cheated him all the way, and finally became a Taishan Beidou in the cultural world. After hearing this, Columbia University had to follow the flow and add a doctorate to his family to shine.

As an indigenous person in the mid-14th century, Mr. Su was able to use the tricks of a cultural master in the early 20th century without any teacher. How could Zhu Dapeng not be impressed by him? However, although his ideals are full, his reality is extremely skinny. Although his doctoral degree from Columbia University was fake, his belly was a bit real. Later, in the early 20th century, he did make some achievements. And what else was there in his belly besides fighting monsters and upgrading?

Just relying on the idle tutors in the yamen in front of me, similar to the urban management in the 21st century or temporary workers, I want to build a army of tens of thousands of yuan and then separating the other side? Dreaming about it! If you want to become a prince, where are your soldiers? Where are your military rations? Where are your military pay? Even if these three things can be transformed, recruiting soldiers under the nose of sesame plums is not the birthday star, and you are tired of living?

"Sir, don't know yet. You are now the governor of the Left Army of the Xuzhou General Administration of the Red Turban Army. You can recruit troops at will!" Seeing Zhu Dapeng's face changing, it was always cloudy and sunny. Mr. Su leaned forward again and reported in a low voice again.
Chapter completed!