Please control me, my divine being!

Official gazette.

This was a kind of ancient newspaper, but it wasn't available to ordinary people.

It was generally an official newspaper used by the imperial court to convey government orders, personnel appointments and removals, and news of court affairs to officials at all levels. Only those who served as officials in the court would have access to it.

If Zheng Chi hadn't brought it up, Zhou Qing would never have imagined that such a thing existed.

You should have said so earlier if you had this.

However, Zheng Chi cannot be blamed for this. Zhou Qing thought about how his predecessor was driven to Jiang'an from the capital by the old man. At first, he was like a dragon entering the sea or a tiger returning to the mountain, lingering in brothels and theaters.

No wonder Zheng Chi didn't mention it; given the circumstances of his predecessor, it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

It's likely that Zheng Chi recently discovered he was finding himself increasingly restless and diligently studying in his study, which is why he brought it up.

Zhou Qing immediately instructed Zheng Chi to deliver the official gazette to his study.

Not long after.

He sat at his desk and opened the booklet.

Just as he had expected, the official gazette contained a lot of information, including changes in government orders, personnel changes, and court decisions.

Zhou Qing scanned the messages, trying to find anything related to the mystery, but he found nothing. He didn't see even a single word about any organization like the Demon Suppression Division or the Exorcism Division.

Most of the content consists of issuing local government orders.

Could it be that what happened in Huangshui Town is insignificant to the imperial court?

At its current scale, the evil sores have spread to both banks of the upper reaches of the Zhuohe River, and the expansion of the Five Immortals Sect has affected the entire Yuyang County.

Even wealthy merchants like Qian Siliang and native locals like Su Tangyu had to leave their homes and head south to make a living, which shows the terrible consequences it caused.

Zhou Qing read through the pages one by one before finally finding a trivial message.

"The floods in the north have worsened, so local officials were ordered to manage them."

And then that was it.

Zhou Qing closed the folding book, wondering how the court would handle these matters, but for now, it seemed unlikely that anyone would bother with them for the time being.

The constables in Huangshui Town were busy arresting people with sores and taking them out of town. Was this how the local officials were supposed to govern?

If you can't solve the problem, then you'll just target the person with the problem, right?

Zhou Qing put the official gazette aside, glanced at the darkening sky outside, and re-entered the game.

...

Li Qinghe stayed in the earthen house, drinking large gulps of vegetable porridge.

She stayed in her room from afternoon to evening without going out, partly because the believers were a bit strange, and partly because every time she tried to walk to the door, her body would involuntarily turn back.

After several attempts, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she finally realized what was going on.

This is the influence of a great deity.

But it's a little different from the control we've had before; the deity's methods seem even more powerful now.

"Take a nap first."

Just as Li Qinghe was about to lie down on the straw mat next to her, that irresistible force once again took control of her body.

The girl quickly adapted, like an observer hiding in her small body, watching what the god was going to do.

It was late at night.

Most of the believers had already gone to sleep.

The torches on both sides of the road could only illuminate an area of ​​less than one meter.

In the vast darkness, the girl moved forward in a half-crouch, expressionless, without making a sound, like a ghost.

Li Qinghe was thrilled: "This is the same trick I used to dodge the constables before."

She wandered around inside the earthen fortress, finally stopping at the edge of a stone wall. In front of her was a large pit that had been dug out, and a strong smell of burning emanated from it.

It's the corpse of a monster beneath the River God Temple!

However, these monster corpses had been burned for a long time and were not as fresh as before. Their flesh and blood were charred and covered with a thick layer of mud.

The next moment, the girl jumped down, took out the machete from her waist, and began digging something at the corpse.

The digging lasted for most of the night.

It wasn't until dawn that she hurriedly climbed out of the pit of corpses and returned to the earthen house like a thief.

The girl in the room opened her hands, revealing several small, shimmering bone fragments in her palm, each no bigger than a fingertip.

As she put the broken bones back into her pocket, the divine power receded like a tide, and Li Qinghe regained control of her body. A deep weariness and drowsiness immediately enveloped her.

"So tired."

She didn't even wipe the mud off her face before lying heavily on the straw mat and falling into a deep sleep.

The next few days.

Li Qinghe spends his days conserving his energy and doing odd jobs for the Fajiao (a religious organization).

Several hundred believers lived inside the earthen fort, and there were also dozens of people like her who did not join the Fa religion but relied on its protection to help with odd jobs, so she was not conspicuous.

When night falls, the gods will descend with their divine power and control her body to dig up all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Small bone fragments were dug from the burned corpse, shards were unearthed from the deep soil, and discarded talismans were dug from under the roots of a large tree...

Apart from the areas with her personal disciples, she visited almost every other place.

These strange little gadgets have accumulated into a small pile, all buried in a corner of the room.

She didn't know what the gods were going to do, but she had a vague feeling that it must be something very important.

While she worked tirelessly day and night, the atmosphere within the Fa Cult gradually became tense. Pang Ziyue frequently led people out, and many of them returned with bruises and blood on their bodies.

Zhang Tan, whose hands were severed, somehow healed his injuries and followed Pang Ziyue.

During the day, most believers would go out, leaving only one disciple to spread the teachings and a few dozen others to guard the earthen fort.

Some familiar faces left and never returned, while a constant stream of new faces joined.

As for Pang Ziyue's claim of capturing several key figures in the Huang family, it seems that this is not an easy task.

At least Li Qinghe has yet to see them capture a single person.

In particular, during casual conversations after the believers returned, they often mentioned the conflict with the brokerage firm in the county town. It was clear that the Fa Church had clashed with two other forces, and the situation was not optimistic.

Li Qinghe really wanted to help. Even though the Fajiao sect was strange in every way, only they could help the poor, provide porridge, and treat the sick. The government was completely unreliable.

Many people who contracted evil sores were restored to normal through the sealing ritual of the Fa religion.

But she knew that her mediocre skills wouldn't be of much help, so she could only worry inwardly.

Just as Li Qinghe was feeling anxious.

Meanwhile, at the Prince's Mansion in Jiang'an, Su Tangyu, along with the Su Family Troupe, performed an extremely wonderful Nuo opera for His Highness the Crown Prince in the back garden.

"Great! This Nuo opera has a unique northern style, and it's really not commonly seen in the Jiang'an area."

Zhou Qing sat reclining in a chair, with two pretty maids massaging his legs and shoulders and serving him tea and water. Zheng Chi stood beside him as usual, ready to give orders at any time.

"Zheng Chi, take the rest of you down to collect your rewards. I'll stay and chat with Master Su about the play."

The curtain has fallen.

Zhou Qing waved his hand, and the Su family members were stunned for a moment before being taken away by the guards of the Prince's Mansion.

A hint of helplessness appeared on Zheng Chi's face. Knowing his young master's preferences, he immediately led all the servants out of the garden.