Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 136 135 Wan Laiqiu's Ghostwriting Strategy

Feng Xiuhu asked Mike to tell Mao Hetao to meet him at the church tomorrow.

Then he dealt with teaching affairs for the whole day - actually, he didn't deal with much, Feng Xiuhu spent most of his time flipping through the books on the bookshelf.

There aren't many that are valuable.

These books basically record content related to the Church of the Mist and the God of the Mist. They are either miracles written in an extremely suspenseful way, or fables praising the God of the Mist.

The only thing that piqued Feng Xiuhu's interest was a notebook.

This notebook does not seem to come from the Church of the Mist, and I don't know which predecessor placed it here.

The first page of the notebook records its origin - a place called the Secret Law Academy.

The author of the codex was named Const, who claimed to be a naturalist.

The handwriting in the notebook is quite neat, but the content is very messy, as if a few strokes were added temporarily when necessary - just like its essence, it is a notebook with casual notes.

The notebook is not thick, but the content recorded is very rich, from the interpretation and analysis of runes to the effectiveness and insights of various magical tools. This Const is indeed worthy of his title and is a scholar with great knowledge.

Unfortunately, Feng Xiuhu seriously lacked relevant professional knowledge. He only knew the words for many of the contents but did not understand their meaning.

……

Return home after get off work.

After dinner, Feng Xiuhu quietly sneaked into Shunzi's room.

Seeing Feng Xiuhu's serious expression, Shunzi couldn't help but get nervous: "Brother, what happened?"

"event."

Feng Xiuhu turned back to make sure the door was closed, then lowered his voice and said, "I'll teach you how to practice tonight, and you won't have to worry about being attacked from behind anymore."

Shunzi's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes: "Brother, I will definitely do my best in the future!"

Feng Xiuhu patted Shunzi's shoulder and said, "Don't cry. I've told you before, as long as I have it, you will definitely have it."

After Shunzi's emotions gradually calmed down, Feng Xiuhu explained to him in detail the entry methods and tricks of the Rotten Meat Skill.

When Shunzi had almost digested the food, Feng Xiuhu took out an axe and planned to bleed Shunzi and draw a magic circle.

Shunzi suddenly became worried. He glanced outside the door several times, as if he was afraid of being eavesdropped.

Then he lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, although I've never learned any martial arts before, I know that they come from temples and churches. Above that, they're taught by gods. You have to believe in the gods you practice—so what about this rotten...rotten meat martial arts? Which gods do we believe in?"

This made Feng Xiuhu unhappy: "Who says you have to believe in God? I don't believe in it. Isn't this person practicing well?"

Shunzi wanted to say something else, but Feng Xiuhu interrupted him: "Just learn if I ask you to. I won't harm you."

Shunzi finally stopped talking and sat on the ground as Feng Xiuhu requested. Feng Xiuhu then cut Shunzi's fingertips and used the blood to draw a magic circle on the ground.

Wiping his hands on his sleeves, Feng Xiuhu said, "Let's get started, Shunzi. Big brother believes in you."

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, but it was not Shunzi's door.

Feng Xiuhu looked down at Shunzi and found that Shunzi was looking out the door nervously.

He couldn't help but frown: "Don't worry about anything else, just sincerely feel it and don't worry about anything else."

Shunzi had no choice but to close his eyes again.

Feng Xiuhu pushed the door open and found Xiyaoer standing at the door of the main room - just like last night, holding the bedding.

Hearing the noise, Xiyaoer turned around and asked, "Master?"

"I thought you were in the house."

Feng Xiuhu said angrily, "There are no bad guys today, why are you still afraid?"

Xi Yaoer felt so aggrieved that tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "There are no bad guys today, but I'm even more scared - could it be that Master has forgotten how horribly that woman died today?" If she hadn't said it, Feng Xiuhu would have almost forgotten.

Zhao Yingxia's death was indeed tragic. Xiyaoer was also there when Feng Xiuhu killed Yuan Lao Da last time, but the scene was far less shocking than today's.

It was understandable that she was afraid.

But was Feng Xiuhu really afraid that he couldn't touch Xi Yao'er, or was there something else in his fear?

So he said, "Then you sleep on the floor tonight."

Xi Yaoer immediately burst into laughter and said, "I knew that the master loved me dearly."

After saying that, she quickly pushed the door open and went in, fearing that Feng Xiuhu would go back on his word.

It seems that she is really scared.

Feng Xiuhu followed him in and saw Xiyaoer had already spread the mattress on the floor beside the bed.

He sighed: "Now that I'm here, I have to do something serious - go warm up the bed."

……

The fact that Feng Xiuhu was promoted to priest today was not deliberately concealed by the church, so it was not a secret.

What Feng Xiuhu didn't know was that while he was reading the letters in the church during the day, the news had already reached the temple.

Many monks were outraged, believing that the church's move was deliberate and intended to be provocative.

Some even suggested that since Feng Xiuhu had the courage to enter the church, they no longer had to consider the face of the church and should just do something big - let the crazy tiger come with the courage to come but not return alive.

There were so many people cheering that it was a very lively scene.

They don't know the inside story, so they dare to make a fuss, but those who know the inside story dare not make rash judgments.

So that night, the guardian elder Buxu returned to the palace and asked to see the temple master, Wanlai Qiu.

In the inner hall, Wan Laiqiu was climbing a ladder and carefully wiping the statue of the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

"Don't worry about it."

Wan Laiqiu said lightly, without stopping his hands.

Bu Xugui knelt at the foot of the altar and said, "But this kind of treatment may not be enough to appease the public anger."

Wan Laiqiu chuckled and turned to look at him. "Public outrage? This is exactly what the church wants. If we only see Feng Xiuhu, then we've truly fallen into the church's trap."

Bu Xugui raised his head and looked at Wan Laiqiu: "Temple Master, is this what the Empress wants?"

Wan Laiqiu shook his head: "You don't need to test it. It's not important. Even if the Queen didn't mean to do that, we shouldn't point the finger at Feng Xiuhu."

Bu Xugui didn't understand: "Why?"

Wan Laiqiu spoke calmly, "You still don't know that Feng Xiuhu was appointed as the Lord of the Holy Church by Vadraqiao."

Bu Xugui pondered for a moment, a look of realization flashing in his eyes: "What a biting old dog."

Wan Laiqiu continued to wipe the statue: "He made the plan, but why he did it is worth pondering - I guess he also received the oracle."

Bu Xugui's eyes narrowed: "He wants us to make the first move?"

Wan Laiqiu smiled faintly, "Feng Xiuhu was the one who handed the knife to us, deliberately showing it to us. If we move first, it will play into his hands; but if we don't move, the knife could fall on us at any time."

Bu Xugui quickly came up with a plan: "I'll send someone to attack from the dark, and see if this knife is fast enough."

Wan Laiqiu shook his head: "The method is a bit crude."

"In my opinion, since he has handed me the knife, I might as well take it and see if it hurts enough when it hits the church."

PS: In the end, the temple master is better in the two-pronged strategy and the ghostwriter strategy.

(End of this chapter)