Fang La struggled to stand still and sighed, "It's just that I have something unknown. I hope you can solve my doubts. The Holy Fire Cave is densely packed, the terrain is rugged and complex. My Ming Cult has been rooted here for many years and has been operating like an iron barrel. I wonder how you got the secret here?"

Chen Ang smiled slightly and said calmly: "Ten days ago, someone sent a secret letter. It not only contained many secrets of the Ming Cult, but also attached a terrain mechanism map, which describes the various secret passages and checkpoints of the Ming Cult."

"Is this really the case?" Fang La sighed deeply. He had been calm and his hands trembled.

"Although the man avoided meeting me, I know that she is a woman, and she is a beautiful woman. The more beautiful a woman, the more she will be able to lie."

"Haha!" Fang La seemed to cry and laugh, shook her head and said, "Brother Shi, I was the one who harmed you!"

The envoys of the Ming Dynasty Dharma King beside him looked dim, and Fang Jie murmured, "Saint, it's a saint!" There was extreme shock and deep hatred in his eyes, and a painful silence spread among the crowd. They could accept the killing of the enemy, but they would never tolerate the betrayal of their own people.

"All the believers obey!" Fang La said excitedly: "Protect the women and children and retreat to the Mingzun Imperial Platform."

Fang La and a group of believers, protecting the elderly, weak, women and children, and before retreating to the altar of the Holy Fire, Chen Ang stood there without any intention of pursuing them.

Huang Shang hesitated for a moment, and saw that Chen Ang had no reaction, he shouted loudly: "All the soldiers obey the orders and attack the Ming scholars with sticks. Those who refuse to resist should squat down and capture them. Do not commit more murder."

He added: "Longxiang Guard went to a group of people. When he saw an open flame, he went up to put out the fire. When he saw a disturbing woman and children, he killed innocent people indiscriminately, he was killed immediately!"

At this moment, the Ming Cult all knew that the situation was hopeless today. Ordinary believers, facing the officers and soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, dared not resist, and obediently surrendered. There was only a group of backbones who rose up to resist, but under the command of Longxiang Guard, they were easily knocked to the ground. Although they couldn't stop wailing, they were not in danger of their lives.

Under supervision, the Song army was cleansed, and there were rare scenes of riots, killings, and arsons. The Holy Fire Cave was sorted out in an orderly manner. Fang La saw this scene and his eyebrows were slightly loosened and said to Huang Shang: "Your thought of goodness has made my living people in the Ming Cult, and I feel it in my mind."

Huang Shang waved his sleeves and said, "No need, you confuse people and bewitch the people. They are all burdened by you. The people are all the people of the Song Dynasty. They are innocent people, but you deserve to die. I just uphold the benevolent and do not deserve the gratitude of you, a thief."

Fang La and a group of backbone believers stood under the altar of the Mingzun Holy Fire. When he heard Huang Shang's words, he suddenly laughed and said, "It's not that I bewitch people's hearts, but that people's minds change. The churches here are all poor people, and they live as poor as pigs and dogs every day. We gather together to rise up, and use the doctrine of equality and light, and to be close to each other as close as brothers, so that people can have the dignity of human beings."

"Mingzun is merciful and shines with the holy fire, so that the world can be filled with bright and prosperous places!" He struggled to get rid of the support of everyone, sat cross-legged, spread his hands and fingers, raised them in front of his chest, and made a scent of flames flying.

The Ming scholars present chanted in unison: "Burn my body, the blazing holy fire, how can you live and why do you die? Do good and eliminate evil, but because of the light, joy, sorrow and sorrow are all returned to the dust. I pity my world, and there are so many worries! I pity my world, and there are so many worries!"

The Dharma Kings and believers, with solemn expressions, did not fear death at all. A kind of awe-inspiring spirit shocked the Song army to not dare to move forward for a while. Chen Ang slowly walked in front of them, "Good courage and a good mind, but unfortunately the realm is too far away. He has the heart to change the world, but he has no ability to rebuild mountains and rivers."

"Even if you are bright and radiant, you are just another court wearing a sect, even more vicious and ruthless. Compared to the current Song Dynasty, you are so poor that you know how many things are."

Fang Jie scolded, "What do you know, the dog official?"

Chen Ang was not angry and said calmly: "I have never seen any light and equality in you. It is like this in the entire religion. Isn't such a doctrine ridiculous? Ordinary church members are also farming and offering to you. The Lord of the Dharma King is also covered with silk and satin. Even if a layer of cloak is covered with a layer of crust outside, it can cover up the corruption inside?"

Deng Yuanjue clasped his hands together and said, "Ming Zun came to the world and saved all sentient beings. All sentient beings have a heart of light. They struggled out of the darkness. Only under the blazing holy fire can the world be peaceful. We can enjoy light and happiness in our own teachings. I hope that everyone in the world will be like me is the original intention of Ming Buddhism."

"The heart is too narrow, and his wisdom is too stupid. It is difficult to become a great person by relying on gods and Buddhas. Since he has a dark and injustice, he only knows how to burn and vent, and he is stupid." Chen Ang sighed and said, "It's so polite to say that you are revolutionaries!"

"What is revolution?" Fang La said in a deep voice.

"Replace the world, eliminate injustice, and create a great thousand again, is a revolution." Chen Ang said lightly: "Forget it! You haven't even opened your eyes, how can you explore? Go and chase?"

"A ghost will inevitably wander over the world again, and it shouts: There has never been a savior, nor does it rely on gods and emperors. It depends entirely on ourselves to create human happiness. Your so-called ambitions are ridiculous compared to that ghost."

"Governor!" Huang Shang frowned.

"I just talked and thought of a real 'rebel'. Compared to that, the Ming Cult is just a disease of scabies. If there were Cheng Pan, Chen Ke, and Li Desheng's disciples, holding up the banner of righteousness, that would be the biggest concern of the court." Chen Ang waved his hand and said.

Huang Shang couldn't understand this, so he could only stand silently aside. The Ming Cult was not touched. However, a thoughtful light flashed in Deng Yuanjue's eyes.

Suddenly, a big mouth broke out from the Mingzun's stage. Fang La suddenly rose up, waved the iron stick in Mingzun's hand, blocked everyone, shouting: "Go in and escape!" Not only did the Song army not react to this incident, but even the Ming Cult itself was shocked.

Chen Ang looked indifferent and said leisurely: "It turns out that you tested the situation of my informant, just to know whether I know this secret passage. It seems that you are not very sure, that saint doesn't know here."

"This is the most confidential place for my Ming Cult. Only the leaders of all generations know it. Unfortunately, I was too careless and I was not sure whether I had missed the words in front of Rouzhi...Bision, so I spoke to test you." Fang La explained, buying time for the women and children who were transferred behind him.

He didn't know that Chen Ang had no intention of keeping them, so he talked about it here. He was oppressing a group of martial arts sects, not destroying the family and preventing Fang La from escaping. How could he work hard to push the Ming Cult martial arts to the next level?

At this time, Deng Yuanjue suddenly pointed behind Fang La and sealed his big hole. Before the Ming Cult was shocked, Deng Yuanjue stuffed a leader over. They supported Fang La and retreated into the entrance of the cave. Looking at the monk, holding an iron stick, blocking them in front of them.

"You take the leader first, I will block the pursuers for you." Deng Yuanjue said in a deep voice. Looking at the tragic churchgoers, he laughed loudly and said, "Go quickly, don't act like your little daughter's house."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to touch Mingzun's body, and the tunnel began to vibrate. Everyone hurriedly retreated deeper and saw hundreds of thousands of kilograms of earth and rocks collapsed, sealing the entrance tightly, isolating them from Deng Yuanjue. Deng Yuanjue was actually the one who knew the secret passage. He seemed rough and delicate, and had long noticed this secret.

Deng Yuanjue looked calm and clasped his hands together and said, "I surrender. I don't know how you will deal with these believers. I'm willing to go with them." He had the last chance to escape, but with his body, it was not difficult to flash into it before the tunnel collapsed. Everyone in the Ming Cult thought he was going to hold Chen Ang.

But in fact, he wants to coexist with tens of thousands of believers here.

"The army of Xixia was defeated the day before yesterday, and the capital of Xixia was captured. The Hetao land was all in the hands of the Song Dynasty. Qingtang and the Western Regions just needed Han people to guard the border. You can help the Ming sects, skilled martial arts and outstanding bows and horses, which can just shock those Dangxiang people who are ready to move. Hundreds of thousands of believers, believers, and immigrate to the border!"

Chen Ang smiled and said, "You can attack and kill the Western Regions and preach the border, but the people there are strong customs, so be careful. I have never been to the Western Regions yet, but I heard that Guangmingding on Kunlun Mountain is a good place!"

Deng Yuanjue bowed slightly and stood among the believers. They heard that they were about to leave their hometown. Although they were a little disturbed, they could save their lives. It was a good thing that they dared not even think about. They only dared to be grateful."

Chen Ang smiled and said to Huang Shang: "If there are no immigrants in the newly expanded land, I am afraid it will be unstable, but the Song Dynasty is rich and can make a living even if there is no land or land. Who is willing to leave his hometown? I even proposed to the government that I would confiscate the idleness and beggars from all over the world, and all young and strong people will be sent to the border of Xixiatun."

Huang Shang said cautiously: "I am afraid that Western Xia will retaliate and disturb the border and will make it difficult to produce with peace of mind."

"Isn't it the duty of the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall to protect the people and prevent the counterattack of Xixia? The Dusi Imperial Army will make Xixia unable to retaliate. The court has passed the thirty-six Regulations on the Forbidden Martial Arts. It is time to establish its authority. A Ming Cult is far from enough. Six gates have sent dozens of martial arts sects with blood debts, as well as the Green Forest Village. It is necessary to know the majesty of the court's laws."

Chen Ang said coldly: "Chasing Fang La all the way and eliminating these scums one by one."
Chapter completed!