Xuanxia

Chapter 619 Undercurrent
"These people are smarter than I thought."

Fu Qingzhou smiled secretly and said, "We really can't underestimate anyone."

While Chen Qingshan and others were discussing and consulting, he always hid in a big tree not far away, watching and listening silently.

Seeing the refugees dragging the monks away, leaving only two unconscious monks, he jumped down from the tree.

It can be said that the refugees' choice to launch the attack after seven days is the best option at the moment.

In this way, Fu Qingzhou doesn't have to bother explaining too much to them.

He has the prescription and evidence, but he does not expose these monks in trouble. Of course, he has his own reasons.

There are not enough medicinal materials and bodhi fruit. Even if we have the prescription, we still have to let the refugees eat porridge. What we do is no different from the monks in distress...

In addition, most of the refugees already believed in the Buddha of Hundred Evils, so if they jumped out to reveal the truth at this time, even if they were the "Living Buddha Jigong", the effect would still be poor.

These things are... really hard to explain to the refugees.

What do I say? I think most of you are too stupid and have been fooled, so I have to think of a way to make you wake up?

"We have to wait for seven days anyway, so the method chosen by Chen Qingshan is indeed the best."

Fu Qingzhou stroked his chin and said, "He is a talented person... The people around him are also very smart. When the Mingli Division is established, ask them if they are interested."

Of course, the most important thing right now is to do the right thing first.

He walked forward, carried the two unconscious monks on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, exerted force with his feet, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In a moment, he quietly entered Fado's tent.

Fatuo had not slept, but had been pacing in the tent. Seeing him coming, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Fu, you are here... How is it?"

"all the best."

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and said, "These two people... They have been exposed in front of the refugees and are not easy to threaten. You deal with them."

After saying this, he threw the two monks on his shoulders to the ground.

Fatuo’s eyebrows twitched.

"These two are the most powerful people here, except for me..." He smiled apologetically, "How should we deal with them..."

Before he finished speaking, he met Fu Qingzhou's half-smile.

"...How can I deal with it to satisfy Master Fu?" Fado continued swiftly and smoothly, "How about you give me some advice?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "It's up to you to decide."

"……OK!"

Fatuo gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will deal with them right now and make sure they never show up again. Tell the other brothers that I will arrange for them to do something more important. Is that ok?"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes at him and said, "If you think it's okay, do it this way."

"it is good!"

Fado nodded vigorously: "Master Fu, do you have any other arrangements?"

"That's all." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "In the next few days, you should do what you should do as usual. As for what the refugees want to do or say, just pretend you didn't see anything. If your subordinates notice anything unusual, they can suppress them."

“Eh, eh, yes…”

Fado nodded repeatedly and watched Fu Qingzhou come out of the tent again.

After making sure that he had left, he squatted down and sighed at the two unconscious monks on the ground.

"What a shame... I really miss the days when we used to go out for drinks secretly without telling Yuanzhao."

He shook his head and said, "But, I would rather die than have a fellow Taoist die... For the sake of my life, you have no choice but to die. I... will return to the Western Paradise and repay my debt." As he spoke, Fatuo raised his hand, and a sinister and gloomy palm wind condensed and brushed towards the two unconscious people!

……

The next morning, recite the morning sutras as usual.

However, the expressions of many refugees who were chanting scriptures had changed.

They no longer looked at the monks in distress with eyes full of admiration and worship, and the voices of their scripture reading became weak and perfunctory, but they did not stand out in the large group of tens of thousands of people.

Similarly, many monks who were leading the refugees in chanting sutras also began to look evasive.

Later, when the raw rice of the day was transported to the refugee camp, some refugees began to come and look at the rice carts from afar, watching the monks carry away bags of raw rice, their eyes filled with indescribable meaning.

There are many similar things.

For example, when several refugees took the Hundred Evils Sutra and went to seek advice from an old gentleman who used to teach in Panyang City as usual, the old gentleman did not explain the meaning of the scripture to them as he had done in the past few days. Instead, he looked around silently, pulled them aside, and whispered to them.

For example, the children in the camp suddenly started singing nursery rhymes.

"Don't judge a person by his appearance, for a good-looking face may conceal evil."

"An evil ghost in human skin, smiling and treacherous."

They ran and jumped, shuttled through the camp, and sang loudly: "Keep your eyes sharp, don't be fooled by false kindness; distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and know the deceit with a true heart!"

Although this nursery rhyme is not very well-written, it is catchy and has a melodious and brainwashing tune, especially the last four sentences, which almost seem to be saying something explicitly.

Within a few hours, almost everyone in the refugee camp could hum a few lines.

The scholar and Chen Qingshan, who made up the nursery rhyme and came up with the idea, were sitting in a corner, watching everything with a sneer.

Not only that.

A few days ago, when Fu Qingzhou played Jigong, he did some "interpretation of the Hundred Disasters Sutra" in the camp. His interpretation was very different from that of the monks of the Disasters - the monks of the Disasters believed that if they wanted to go to the Western Paradise and enjoy eternal life, they had to go through great pain first.

But "Jigong" thinks that's all bullshit. Of course, people can suffer first and then enjoy happiness, but it is not for some bullshit "next life" or "Western Paradise", but should be in this life and the present.

He also believed that suffering is something that people should voluntarily endure in order to pursue better things. For example, people are willing to study hard for their own future; practitioners work hard to hone themselves in order to reach a higher level... and so on.

This kind of suffering should not be inflicted by others - those natural disasters and man-made disasters that suddenly befell you are not what you should endure at all, nor are they the only way for you to achieve a beautiful and happy life. Suffering is just suffering, it has no other meaning, and should not be praised.

Under the guidance of the monks of Ernan, not many people paid attention to these remarks.

But starting today, this kind of speech suddenly became popular in the camp!
Thus, an invisible, intangible, yet real undercurrent began to spread in the camp.

"The tactics of this group of people are a bit scary."

Outside the camp, Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu sat side by side on a thick tree branch, and said with emotion: "How could he be so smart, but he was deceived by the monks of disaster before?"

"When people are desperate, they will try to grab everything." Ning Wushu said calmly: "At that time, they had nowhere else to go. No matter how smart or powerful they were, it was useless. The monks of Ernan gave them hope, so they were naturally willing to sacrifice their faith."

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "So, when they recovered and realized that these monks were the ones who stabbed them in the back, they showed their true strength?"

Ning Wushu nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, the wisdom and strength of the people have always been the most powerful."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Maybe we don't need to do anything next, they can handle it themselves."

Ning Wushu laughed and said, "Don't be stupid. You still have to do what you have to do."

"Of course—"

Fu Qingzhou waved his fan and laughed, "I am Jigong now. Wherever there is injustice, there is me."

(End of this chapter)