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Chapter 265 Everyone has their own agenda

Zhao Sanyuan is actually quite good at picking up rags.

When I first started going down the mountain, it was not easy to find a decent job. To be precise, it was not easy to find a job where I was not squeezed or exploited.

It was impossible for the young and energetic Zhao Sanyuan to accept being angered, so he really picked up rags for a while.

Unfortunately, these days, waste pickers are involved in an explosion, especially in large towns. Many garbage areas have long been occupied by powerful forces. Slightly more remote designated garbage dumps have also been given special attention. If retail investors want to make money, they must go early in the morning. Staying in bed, waking up earlier than a chicken and going to bed later than a dog may not be of any use.

Therefore, Zhao Sanyuan, who was involved in the explosion, chose to give up this ancient profession. He used all the savings in his pocket to bribe the clerk in the reception office of the Department of Construction and got a job as a watchman in the engineering team. It was really not because he saw Zhao Sanyuan's thick eyebrows and big eyes. It was accepted.

You still want to do things for the government if you have no money?

You have no money and still want to be a laborer?

Don't even think about it.

How can there be such a big bargain in the world?

How could he, Commander-in-Chief Zhang, be able to achieve the position of Marshal of the Army, Navy and Air Force today without surrendering? Even if you feed a horse until it dies, it won't get anywhere.

So when Zhao Sanyuan followed Ou Huang with a rag bag, he sighed that he had to go back to his old business.

But in practice, he once again felt how strong Ouhuang's luck was.

Before even entering Shimen County, just walking around the outlying villages was full of things. Either I could pick up discarded non-ferrous metal parts, or I could meet a little widow who was courteous and the eggs she gave were double yolks. of.

The most outrageous thing was that the eagle soaring in the sky had a cramp in its claws or something, and a big fat rabbit failed to catch it and hit Ou Huang in his arms.

Just asking you whether it is outrageous or not.

"Brother Ou, when did you realize that your luck has improved?"

"I can't remember clearly. I didn't pay attention at first. Anyway, it was a few years after my mother-in-law left."

Zhao Sanyuan frowned.

Thinking that his dead wife gave him luck?

I've never heard of this happening.

Even if he digs mines in Jinji Mountain after his death like his father, Old Beifeng, and accumulates virtue for future generations, he will not have such outrageous luck, unless one of the Yamas from the Tenth Palace is his third uncle and grandfather.

Because Ouhuang gets whatever he lacks.

For example, if you are thirsty, you will definitely be able to ask for water at the next house.

For example, if there are too many non-ferrous metals in a cloth bag, you will soon meet interested buyers.

To be precise, this is no longer luck, but more like there is a mysterious force helping behind the scenes.

If time permits, Zhao Sanyuan really wants to stay with Ou Huang for a year and a half, but he wants to see how outrageous it can be.

Unfortunately, there is still business on hand.

This time Ou Huang and I went to Shimen to collect junk. Firstly, we wanted to see how good the goods were. Secondly, we went to Shimen to step on the plates and investigate matters related to Yiguandao.

There are still three days left before the Dragon Boat Festival. It is necessary to find out the specific location of Yiguandao in Shimen Branch. It is best to find out the list of people participating in the secret meeting.

"oops!"

"What's wrong?"

Ou Huang slapped his forehead, "I suddenly remembered something. One night I went to a friend's house for dinner and drank too much. When I came back, something evil seemed to happen to me. Since then, my luck has improved."

Zhao Sanyuan encouraged: "Yes, yes! Maybe it was because of this incident. What was the specific situation at that time?"

"I forgot."

"Forgot? Can you forget something evil if you encounter it?"

"I drank too much. I don't even know how I got home. It's the afternoon of the next day to sober up."

"Then how are you sure you've encountered something evil?"

"Because I vaguely remember chatting with a person when I came back. He said he lived on Fenglong Mountain to the west of Shimen. Later, I collected the rags and went to look for them, but I found that there were no residents on Fenglong Mountain except some big monks."

Zhao Sanyuanzai savored this passage carefully.

Either that person lied, or Ou Huang was too drunk and saw hallucinations, or he was not a human at all.

Comparing the two, I believe more in the latter possibility.

Who has nothing to do to fool a poor single father? At least on the surface he is a poor guy.

But then again, the intelligence information is still too little, and Ou Huang's words alone cannot determine anything.

Okay, let's continue to observe, haste makes waste, anyway, Ouhuang is just too lucky rather than too unlucky, so it's not fatal.

The two stopped and walked, and at noon they saw the ancient city wall of Shimen County. This land has a long history, and the earliest city building history can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period.

It borders Niangzi Pass to the west, Pingxing Pass and Daoma Pass to the north, a vast plain to the east, and overlooks the Central Plains to the south.

More importantly, it is stuck at the key node of the Zhengtai Railway and the Beijing-Hankou Railway. Coupled with the convenient water transportation of the Zhutuo River, it is difficult for Shimen not to develop.

Although the administrative planning is for a county, the city should have been established long ago, but it has not been carried out for one reason or another.

However, what confused Zhao Sanyuan was that Shimen’s specialty was called Wan Province Pan Mian.

The two places are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, which makes people feel uncomfortable, but it does not affect Zhao Sanyuan while he is confused at the roadside stall and eats a big bowl.

Not to mention, it is white, smooth, crystal clear, and tastes really good.

The only difficult question is whether to praise Shimen or Anhui Province?

"Brother Sanyuan, we collect rags. Isn't it a bit arrogant to eat at a roadside stall so generously?"

"What are you afraid of? Those who collect rags don't steal, rob, or look down on others. When you go back, bring some for my master, the others, and Xiao Shuanzi to try."

Ou Huang was greatly moved.

Not to mention whether he is rich or not, he has always been reluctant to go out to restaurants. It is the first time he knows what the taste of pan noodles is.

So fragrant.

Zhao Sanyuan picked his teeth and pretended to observe his surroundings as if nothing had happened.

The streets of Shimen are very lively, because it is close to Shanxi Province and there are many Shanxi merchants coming and going, but most of the people are still malnourished and lack food.

Until he saw a portrait behind the stove at a roadside stall and frowned slightly.

Innocent old mother!

There is nothing wrong with this shrine itself. It flourished in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties because the folk teachings had a lot of interactions with the Quanzhen Tao. They not only inherited the Quanzhen Tao's alchemy method, but also the Quanzhen Tao's fasting rituals. In turn, Some Quanzhen branches were also affected and placed the statues of the Twelve Mothers such as Wusheng Laomu and Houtu Laomu in their own temples.

The reason why Zhao Sanyuan frowned was because Wusheng Laomu was also one of the two supreme gods worshiped by Yiguandao, and on the portrait behind the stove, Wusheng Laomu had an obvious Yiguandao symbol under her clothes.

"Brother Ou, is it always popular in Shimen County to believe in the birthless mother?"

"Where? In the past, more people here believed in Zhao Zilong. In the past ten or eight years, more and more people have converted to Yiguandao."

"More and more? How many can there be?"

Ou Huang thought for a while and then replied: "Now in Shimen County, at least three of the ten families are full believers in Yiguandao, and the rest who are related to each other must also believe in it. I didn't even know what Yiguandao was at the beginning. I’ve heard about Quanzhen Taoism, Mount Wutai, and so on. Later, I heard some people say that Yiguandao is amazing. It treats the poor for free and can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. Also, those extremely poor people only need to If you believe in Yiguandao and worship the old mother Wusheng, the rice jar will be full of rice the next day. Are you saying it is magical?"

Ah.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Sanyuan's mouth.

magic? I'm afraid it's not man-made.

If a very small number of people can encounter such a great thing, Zhao Sanyuan, who is in the industry, knows that it is not just speculation, but the base number is too large. If everyone really knows the Guandao, they don't have to go hungry. How did Yanhuang get to where it is today? Every family is becoming well-off.

As a so-called cult, the only way for it to develop and grow is through deception.

But don't underestimate this deception. It is different from just talking. You must have real ability.

From ancient times to the present, the people of Yan and Huang have not been stupid. What they believe in or not is actually the same word.

spirit.

As long as it works, you can say anything. If it doesn't work, just get out of here.

The belief of the people of Yan and Huang has always been that the spiritual ones come first. All the gods who do nothing have disappeared in the long river of history. The degree of involution is no less than collecting rags. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the great integration of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism began, whoever is the 'spiritual' has already Extensive screening was conducted.

All the divine residences that can be seen now are the elite of the elite who have "killed their way out".

The most obvious example is Buddhism.

If you want to be named on the gold list of great wisdom, go and worship Manjushri Bodhisattva. People who manage wisdom are reliable.

If you want to pray for a fat boy, go and worship Guanyin Bodhisattva. Even the great God Guanyin has spread out his avatars to send children to Guanyin, the fertility goddess, the wet nurse, etc. It’s the same as above, reliable.

If you have a headache, fever, or a serious illness, you can go to the Medicine Master Bodhisattva. He is responsible for eliminating disasters and prolonging your life. He is reliable.

One night you dreamed that Tai Nai told you that her old man was suffering from trouble down there, and it was always right and reliable to go to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

There are countless similar ones.

The image of the god's residence has been passed down among the people for thousands of years, and it is the reliable god's residence that has been summarized and summarized by generations of ancestors.

If it were true that just adding incense did nothing, do you think their incense would continue to this day? It has long been eliminated by the survival of the fittest.

Sakyamuni has been preaching for fifty years and has mentioned more names of Bodhisattvas than the hairs on his body, but people only remember a limited number of them.

Whether it is reliable or not is not what you say, nor is it what I say, nor is it what any individual says. It is what Father Time says, and what generations of ancestors say.

You don’t have to believe it, but please don’t slander it.

The people of Yanhuang are not stupid. Even if the emperor raises his arms and says that he must believe this, if it doesn't work, the people will at most just say "good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good" if it doesn't work even if the emperor raises his arms and says that he must believe it.

Then again, the spirit is a necessary factor to reflect the 'strength' of religion and expand its development, but it is difficult to do so.

Therefore, cults have always tried their best to demonstrate the efficacies of their own gods and solve problems in the most economical, efficient and reliable way.

Yiguandao has been able to develop to this day, and many people in the county can willingly believe in it. It has definitely invested a lot of money behind the scenes.

"Brother Ou, why don't you believe it? I didn't see any portrait of my biological mother in your house?"

Ou Huang smiled shyly, "Although I am poor, I am not at the end of my rope. I am always hungry. I have believed in Zhao Zilong for thirty years, but I suddenly believe in others. I can't get over this hurdle in my heart."

Zhao Sanyuan was convinced.

indeed.

You are so hungry.

Yesterday I encountered a big black pig that was killed by a collision, and today I encountered a rabbit that fell off due to cramps in the eagle's hand.

After eating and drinking, the two got up and continued collecting rags.

Because Shilibao was very close to Shimen, Ouhuang was familiar with the road and found good products at the backyard door of a wealthy family.

According to common sense, the rags outside the back door of a wealthy family should have been covered up by the beggar gangs in the city long ago. Miraculously, Ou Huang could always pick up the leaks, which made Zhao Sanyuan sigh again and again that the luck of the goods was really too strong.

"Eh? Isn't this Brother Ou? How have you considered what I mentioned to you last time?"

At the entrance of the alley, a skinny man blocked the way. He seemed to be an acquaintance of Ou Huang.

"Oh, I'm just a rag collector. Why do you always want to drag me into your gang? I'm really not interested in believing in any gods."

The skinny man had already expected this answer. He had been trying to recruit Ou Huang into Guandao for half a year, but he had never succeeded, so he didn't have high expectations this time.

His real target is Zhao Sanyuan next to Ou Huang.

The unfamiliar young man, with a foreign accent and a poor appearance dressed in flower pudding, must be a country bumpkin who escaped from another place and is the best potential believer to develop.

You must know that if you develop a believer, the altar owner will be rewarded with an ocean, and if you develop a family as a believer, the rewards will be even greater.

Now Shimen County, including the surrounding villages, has almost been developed. Those who should join have already joined the religion. It is of no use to persuade those who don't want to join. Many low-level Yiguandao believers are very involved and are targeting outsiders.

Money is tight these days, and the skinny man dreams of developing a business. By coincidence, I met the perfect candidate today.

"This little brother looks unfamiliar. Is he a friend of Brother Ou?"

Experience is too important for a person's upper limit.

Once you’ve eaten it and seen it, you know what it’s about.

For example, for a Yiguandao person, Zhao Sanyuan can see the buttocks from the other person's throat without the other person identifying himself.

The smell is too strong.

Zhao Sanyuan looked like he had never seen the world, his eyes were a little evasive, he stepped slightly sideways and hid behind Ou Huang, and replied: "I am a friend I just met. This time I came to the county town with Brother Ou to pick up rags."

The skinny man felt happy in his heart, and put on the kindest smile on his face. If this little coward could give him some benefits, then he would be a potential die-hard believer.

"Little brother, do you have a proper surname?"

"I don't have a name. Others call me Jue Jue Zi."

"Yeah, what a good name. I'll tell you the truth. I think your little brother is very close to my Taoist sect. Mother Wusheng will definitely show you the way."

Zhao Sanyuan's sneer deepened in his heart.

Minglu?

It must be the underworld.

You Guandao vigorously promote the barbaric growth of believers, and in the end you will definitely double the harvest from the believers, and you will be willing to be harvested after brainwashing.

"Taoist? Are you going to be a Taoist priest? I'm not married yet." Zhao Sanyuan continued to be cute and pretend to be stupid, as if he had never seen anything in the world.

The skinny man laughed and said, "You don't have to be a Taoist priest. What we pay attention to in Guandao is sincerity. Little brother, why don't you come with me? We will know if it works or not."

Zhao Sanyuan hesitated, and finally nodded as if he had made a huge decision, "Then I will discuss it with Brother Ou. If you can really help me transfer, I will go back and bring a few brothers to join Yiguandao."

"Okay, okay! You can discuss whatever you want!"

In the corner, Zhao Sanyuan turned his back to the thin man and whispered to Ou Huang: "Do whatever you are supposed to do. If I haven't returned to Shilibao by night, you can tell my master the truth."

"No, Brother Sanyuan, do you really want to join Yiguandao? Why do I always think it is unreliable?" Ou Huang reminded Zhao Sanyuan kindly, not knowing what Xiao Jiujiu was in Zhao Sanyuan's heart.

"It doesn't matter, I know what's going on."

After the explanation, Zhao Sanyuan left with the skinny man.

The skinny man was extremely excited. Are there any potential believers? After making a lot of money, the bumpkin took the bait!

Zhao Sanyuan was equally excited. Being with Ou Huang was a pleasure. He was making a lot of money. The fool took the bait!

(End of this chapter)