Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 269 I am the Bright King!

Who is Lin Dao?

"It's that guy who can eat a whole pig in one meal."

"No way, I heard he ate dragon liver and phoenix marrow."

"You guys are really making things up! He was the one who treated everyone to the elixir!"

Many river workers discussed the matter, and related news spread rapidly.

Liu Futong, Han Shantong, and the others squeezed through with difficulty, staring at the stone figure in disbelief.

The four prophetic lines on the stone figure are clear, large, and gilded, making them easy to read.

"Destroy the Yuan and revive the Han; the Mandate of Heaven is in the forest!"

"The Way of Heaven resides in the forest."

"Lindao?!"

The chubby Liu Futong felt his blood rushing to his head and his vision going black.

Such a straightforward prophecy is so clear that even an illiterate person who has never read a book knows that it refers to Lin Dao.

"The birth of Maitreya, the descent of the Bright King—that's exactly what's being said about Lin Dao!"

"That's right, that's right, and there's also the story of the White Lotus Blooming, the Bright King Being Born, and the White Lotus Being Born—the Bright King they're talking about is this Lin Dao!"

"He is still the Ming King of the Ming Cult~~~"

"really?"

"Of course it's true, didn't you see it's written very clearly on that stone figure?"

Among the river workers, many words were heard confirming their identities.

Upon hearing this, the river workers all nodded in agreement, gradually acknowledging that the Ming King was indeed Lin Dao.

They even gradually began to associate the Ming King, which was promoted by several religions, with Lin Dao.

Lin Dao, who had been watching the commotion, walked over surrounded by the crowd.

"I can also incite public opinion."

"I wonder if Liu Futong and his team will be pleasantly surprised by this clever trick."

Liu Futong was not just surprised, he was terrified.

His blood pressure spiked, he saw stars, and his head was buzzing.

So much time, energy, manpower, and resources were spent on arranging this.

How come when it comes to the final harvest, it turns out to be someone else's benefit?

The feeling was like having gone through all the formalities of betrothal and marriage, only to have a strong man kick you out of the room when you finally enter the bridal chamber and lift your veil, leaving you only able to listen to the sounds of pile driving and water fetching all night long outside.

Wrong!

"Who?!"

With bloodshot eyes, Liu Futong shook his head and roared, "Who is Lin Dao?!"

"Who called me~~~"

All eyes turned to the sound.

Surrounded by Zheng Twenty-Seven and others, Lin Dao strode forward.

Along the way, everyone automatically parted to make way, and pairs of eyes strained to look up.

I want to see what this wise king looks like.

Knowing the importance of packaging, Lin Dao wore a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated his tall figure, and draped a snow-white robe over his shoulders.

Head held high, chest out, they strode in with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

The composure cultivated from holding high positions across multiple timelines was on full display at this moment.

People along the way spontaneously made way for them.

As they arrived at the stone figure, Lin Dao's gaze swept over Liu Futong and the others.

He gave a meaningful smile, then stepped onto the stone figure's base.

The base is a full meter high, so when he stands on it, he stands out from the crowd and everyone can see him.

He was tall and very conspicuous.

Her fair and delicate skin was a stark contrast to that of the laborers whose skin was dark and rough from being exposed to the wind and sun.

That's the first impression at first glance.

Definitely not an ordinary person!

Lin Dao raised his hand to turn on the miniature megaphone clipped to his clothes and took a breath.

"Everyone~~~"

"Floods, droughts, locust plagues, and rampant epidemics!"

"Bones are exposed in the wilderness, and not a sound is heard from chickens or dogs!"

"Extortion and levies, exorbitant taxes and levies!"

"The court is tyrannical, and the people are suffering!"

Lin Dao's voice was loud and carried far.

Hold the spotlight remote control in your hand and slowly raise both arms.

"The Mongol Yuan dynasty is tyrannical; I have descended by divine mandate!"

"Let us lead you to overthrow the wicked and restore the Han dynasty!"

At this point, Lin Dao's gaze swept over Liu Futong, Han Shantong, and the others who were standing in a daze not far away.

He smiled faintly, a slight upturn to the corners of his mouth.

"I am the Bright King!"

He pressed the remote control in his hand, and four colored lights—green, yellow, red, and white—lit up from beneath his feet.

Colorful and dazzling.

The colorful light shot straight into the sky.

This truly is a feat of shooting down the heavens and soaring to the sky.

It inspires a sense of reverence and worship in all who behold it.

The thousands of river workers were all deeply moved as they looked at the forest road shrouded in enormous colorful light.

For people of this era, this scene is undoubtedly a miracle!

Shi Nai'an, standing in the crowd, was the first to regain his senses.

He raised his arms and roared angrily, his face flushed red.

"When the enlightened king descends to earth, the world will be at peace!"

"With the arrival of a wise ruler, the people will have no worries!"

"The wise king has descended upon the world, and the sun and moon have been restored!"

With someone taking the lead, the herd mentality quickly erupts.

First, it was the people around Shi Nai'an who started shouting, and then more and more people shouted.

In the end, almost all of the tens of thousands of people who came to inquire were shouting.

"The Wise King has descended to earth!"

"The Wise King has descended to earth~~"

"King Ming~"

"King Ming~~"

The roar of the mountains and the surging waves of the Mother River were overwhelming.

The sound shook the surrounding area and the heavens and the earth!
Han Shantong and the others were all dumbfounded.

Although they have been spreading the word for years, very few of them truly believe in the incarnation of the Bright King.

If one truly believed this, there would be no need for the stone figure to be buried beforehand.

At this very moment, I witnessed the miracle that Lin Dao had displayed. I heard with my own ears the resounding cries of the King of Light.

They also started unconsciously chanting along.

"It's over."

Liu Futong, whose blood pressure was rising, raised his hand to cover his forehead, his vision blurred.

"It's all over~"

When Lin Dao uttered the words, "I am the Ming King."

He knew then that all his investments had gone down the drain.

The hype was so great before, and the prophecy seemed so real.

If he hadn't arranged for the one-eyed stone figure to be buried here, he would have believed that this person was the reincarnation of the Ming King.

"He's a fake."

Liu Futong shook his head violently, gritting his teeth and growling, "Although I don't know how he managed to have such a booming voice and be surrounded by auspicious light, he's definitely a fake!"

Because there is no Ming King at all!
Without a wise king, how could a wise king descend to earth?

A large hand reached out and covered Liu Futong's mouth.

Han Shantong leaned closer and hissed in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Saying such things at a time like this, do you want to be torn to pieces by the river workers?"

Liu Futong, who had regained some consciousness, looked around.

All of them were bloodshot, shouting hoarsely, wildly waving their fists, and roaring "The King of Light has descended!" as river workers.

Even many members of the White Lotus sect joined in, raising their arms and shouting slogans.

Liu Futong became increasingly lucid, and asked in a trembling voice, "What do we do now?"

"You're asking me what to do?"

Han Shantong gave a wry smile and said, "How would I know what to do?"

The carefully prepared show was taken by someone else, and now I'm left with nothing but chaos. What can I do?

"The leader."

Du Zundao squeezed through the crowd and said urgently, "Now, we must immediately acknowledge the Ming King's identity!"

"what?!"

Han Shantong and Liu Futong both shook their heads. "No way."

Acknowledging Lin Dao's identity is tantamount to acknowledging him as the leader of the entire White Lotus Sect.

This is absolutely unacceptable to people who want to achieve great things.

"Master!" Du Zundao said in a low voice, "No matter what, we must take advantage of this momentum."

"As for Lin Dao, we can take this opportunity to get in touch with him and find out his identity and background."

"When the opportunity arises, we will take control of it."

Once that was explained, Han Shantong and the others understood.

Leverage power, control people, and cultivate puppets!
They exchanged a glance and nodded in unison, "Let's do it this way."

As the cheers subsided, Liu Futong and the others squeezed forward to greet them.

"The leader of the White Lotus Sect, along with his Dharma protectors and elders, pays respects to the Bright King~~~"

People nearby turned to look, and a cacophony of voices arose.

Jumping down from the pedestal, Lin Dao's gaze swept over the bowing crowd, and he took a breath. "The White Lotus Sect?"

"Han Shantong, leader of the White Lotus Sect~"

"Liu Futong, Elder of the White Lotus Sect~"

"Han Yao'er, protector of the White Lotus Sect~"

"White Lotus Sect~~~"

Shi Nai'an, who had squeezed through the crowd, felt a slight stirring in his heart and stepped forward to whisper, "Your Majesty, the White Lotus Sect is not to be trusted."

"I know."

"Untrustworthy, but exploitable."

The White Lotus sect has many followers, spread throughout the north and south of China.

It has abundant human resources and information transmission channels, which are all things that forest trails need.

He stepped forward and looked down at Han Shantong and the others, asking them questions.

"Are you all willing to acknowledge me as the Wise King?"

Han Shantong kowtowed deeply and loudly replied, "Your Majesty is above!"

Lin Dao nodded. "In that case, I will take your position as leader, and you will be a Holy Maiden/Holy Son."

Han Shantong shuddered.

So he's lost his position as leader?
This was passed down from his grandfather!

The speaker argued that the King of Light held a supreme position, and that the sect leader was merely using sophistry to help the King of Light handle worldly affairs.

But before he could speak, Lin Dao interrupted him.

"Listen to my command, you all, take this one-eyed stone statue and come with me to find Jia Lu!"

The most difficult task of plugging the breach has been completed; the rest of the work can be done by simply leaving a dog there.

Therefore, there was no need for Jia Lu to stay any longer.

"Myo-wang~ Myo-wang~~"

Han Shantong and the others tried to argue and struggle, but Lin Dao had already turned off the spotlights and walked out.

Tens of thousands of river workers followed him in a grand procession, heading straight for Jia Lu's luxurious tent.

Such a commotion had naturally alerted Jia Lu long ago.

He quickly mobilized the garrison troops to prepare for suppressing the rebellion.

Since the founding of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, uprisings have been constant throughout the country.

The Mongols always treated these rebellious Han Chinese as either guilty or innocent, killing the innocent but not letting them go.

Over the decades, the number of innocent souls who have fallen victim to the Mongol swords is countless.

Those who dared to rebel generation after generation were almost all killed.

At this moment, as the river workers faced the garrison troops arrayed with weapons, their initial surge of passion gradually cooled.

Many people gradually calmed down.

Fear of death is an innate human emotion.

Lin Dao stopped and raised his hand, and everyone behind him stopped in their tracks.

Jia Lu sneered, "Slaughter every single one of the four classes of rebels!"

In the eyes of the Mongol nobles, the fourth class was not even as good as cattle or horses.

It doesn't matter if they're all killed; we can just conscript another batch for corvée labor.

Anyway, there are plenty of these fourth-class citizens.

The garrison infantry and cavalry all advanced slowly.

Most of the river workers, who only had a few tools, instinctively stepped back.

"You," Lin Dao instructed Shi Nai'an and the others who hadn't retreated, "retreat twenty steps."

"Yes~~"

After everyone had left, Lin Dao stepped on the ground to feel its firmness.

The next moment, his figure disappeared.

Apart from Shi Nai'an, everyone who witnessed this scene was completely stunned.

What about people?

A moment later, an infantry fighting vehicle appeared where Lin Dao had been standing!
(End of this chapter)