Gu Bo ...... Long Yuehong wrote down the name and asked about something else.
After chatting for a while, he politely took his leave and looked for someone else to ask for.
Twenty or thirty meters away from him, Bai Chen wore a scarf, changed his clothes, and followed him silently with the help of shadows and pedestrians.
This is a special arrangement by Jiang Baimian.
In the "Old Tune Group", the only people who need to accumulate experience in "acting alone" are Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, and the former needs to worry more about what big things he will do, so Jiang Baimian asked Bai Chen to secretly follow Long Yuehong to ensure that he had no accidents, while she was responsible for watching Shang Jianyao and not causing trouble to Tarnan's fathers and fellow villagers.
"The crossroads of life", Shang Jianyao stood there, looking right, left, and forward, as if he was caught in a fierce inner struggle.
After a while, he seemed to finally make up his mind and walked towards the "Crucible Sect" mission site on the right.
Well, the Crucible Sect is not just about dancing, but also about the hot pot sacrament, which is indeed more tempting than other orders...... Jiang Baimian in the distance saw this scene and nodded with understanding.
Next, Shang Jianyao joined the ranks of the group dance, beating his body to the beat of the drum, and sometimes shouting:
"Praise you, the gate of a new world!"
It's quite religious, isn't it...... Jiang Baimian got closer and smelled the rich and tempting aroma of fried chicken wings.
This made her a little confused:
Doesn't it mean that everyone else in Tarnan lacks ingredients and can only live on canned food, cookies and energy bars?
Could it be that for missionary purposes, "Glory Scales" spent a lot of money to buy a batch of live chickens from local residents?
Are you really willing to do it......
The man who presided over the ceremony took out a black shell book and talked about the beauty of the new world and the greatness of the "Scorching Gate".
Shang Jianyao listened for dozens of seconds, and suddenly took out the monkey mask that was vivid from his tactical backpack.
After putting on this mask, he turned around and walked to the opposite side with peace of mind and confidence.
I walked to the opposite side.
"......" Jiang Baimian watched Shang Jianyao join the singing team and sang hymns with the group of people who believed in the "broken mirror".
He seemed to have observed for a long time just now, and there was nothing wrong with the lyrics and tone.
Do you think you're a different person when you wear a mask? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but scold.
As soon as this idea came to mind, she suddenly felt that she might really become "another person".
It's really hard...... She sighed sincerely.
After singing a verse, shortly after the clergy began to preach, Shang Jianyao quietly withdrew from the team and returned to the center of the street.
He quickly took off the monkey mask, looking relieved.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled open his tactical backpack and took out another mask.
This is a fat pig mask with exaggerated nostrils.
Jiang Baimian was a little dumbfounded:
When did this guy bring out Xiaohong's mask?
The preparation was really good......
Shang Jianyao changed his mask and walked towards the iron pot where the chicken wings were fried without looking back.
So, it was Xiaohong who ate it, not you? Jiang Baimian tried to speculate on Shang Jianyao's thoughts.
Bypassing the thin pillar where the person was standing, Shang Jianyao walked to the side, squeezed a bloody path from the waiting crowd, and approached the iron pot.
The person in charge of fried chicken wings was an old man with a white beard, a native of Honghe, blue eyes, a height of more than 1.7 meters, and a red apron.
"Are you from the 'Glory Scales' sect?" Shang Jianyao asked in the Red River dialect.
After staying in Hongshiji for a while, his Honghe language became more and more fluent.
The old man with a white beard replied with a smile while paying attention to the oil pan:
"Yes."
This is the first batch of chicken wings tonight.
"Which year do you worship?" Shang Jianyao acted as if he intended to join.
After asking, he regained his politeness:
"What do you call it?"
"Just call me Mike." The old man with a white beard and a red apron responded with a smile, "We believe in the 'golden balance' of June, which holds the balance point of the year and is a symbol of symmetry and balance. The reason why the old world was destroyed was because something was out of balance."
It can be seen that he has a lot of experience in preaching, and he clearly explains the authority and power of his gods in a few simple words.
After saying that, he glanced at Shang Jianyao and asked casually:
"Are you from Hongshi Collection?"
Except for being wary of sect-controlled settlements, there is no place where people like to wear masks all the time, and the only related parish with Tannan is Redstone Collection.
"Can you actually see it?" Yoshiyo Shang was "shocked".
Mike didn't know for a moment whether he really felt that he was disguised seamlessly or was joking.
He raised his finger and pointed to his face and said:
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Yes, I, Gu Zhiyong, came from Hongshiji." Shang Jianyao calmly admitted the "origin".
He immediately added:
"I am not a believer in 'Yougu'."
Obviously, believers in "Yougu" can't fool fried chicken wings...... Jiang Baimian, who was crowded in the crowd opposite, scolded when he heard this.
Her guess just now was correct:
It was "Long Yuehong" who chose "Glory Balance" for fried chicken wings, not Shang Jianyao!
——Gu Zhiyong is the pseudonym of Long Yuehong.
The origin of this pseudonym is that Long Yuehong's mother's surname is Gu, and her father's name has the word Yong.
After knowing this pseudonym, Jiang Baimian used all his strength to resist the urge to ridicule.
"Really? Are you interested in our sect?" Naturally, Mike would not miss the opportunity to develop believers.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded without hesitation, "Where did your chicken wings come from? Can Tarnan get so many chicken wings?"
Mike was about to speak when his eyes suddenly focused.
He skillfully scooped up the fried chicken wings and placed them on a strainer.
The seductive scent of the soul became more and more intense.
"It's your turn." Mike looked to the left of a group of humans.
The group walked to the front of the pillar, lined up, and took turns receiving the fried chicken wings that were no longer so hot.
"Don't panic for others, there will be more later." Mike said to Shang Jianyao and the others again.
And when the group received the fried chicken wings one by one, most of them opened their arms and said prayers.
This is roughly divided into two categories, one is the "balance of all things" and the other is the "glory of the scales".
After distributing this batch of fried chicken wings, Mike bent over, picked up the new wings, and threw them into the oil pan.
After doing these things, he turned his head to the side and answered the question before Shang Jianyao:
"These are all brought in from outside, our sect has special freezer trucks and self-built chicken farms."
Chicken farm? Isn't something wrong with your sect? The corners of Jiang Baimian's mouth moved slightly when he heard this.
This is actually a sect that specializes in building chicken farms for believers to enjoy the sacrament!
Sounds harmless...... Yes, only harmful to birds!
Mike continued:
"We don't have so many resources, and only the Great Mass in the middle of each month allows the faithful to enjoy communion.
"You are lucky, yesterday was the big mass of our denomination, this batch of chicken wings is the last left, and the above special approval can be used for missions."
"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a fat pig mask, nodded repeatedly.
He asked instead:
"What is the doctrine of your sect?"
He has always been very professional in playing missionary objects.
Mike's expression became solemn:
"The core of our doctrine has just been said, in two words:
"Symmetry and balance.
"We must maintain balance in everything we do, to put it mildly, including the balance of your state, the balance of your body fluids, the balance of your emotions, the balance between you and your family, and to a greater extent, the balance between people and nature, the balance between human groups, the balance between people and sub-people, and the balance between people and the elder......
"Symmetry is the most beautiful phenomenon in the world, and asymmetrical things are dirty and ugly ......"
Mike talked about the concept of "glorious scales" one by one, and Shang Jianyao listened very attentively, echoing a few words from time to time.
After a while, he also specifically reminded:
"The chicken wings are ready."
"Ah, yes." Mike quickly fished out the fried chicken wings and said to the crowd on Shang Jianyao's side, "It's your turn."
Shang Jianyao took the lead and lined up in front of the iron pot, the speed and resolute posture were breathtaking.
Soon, he received a chicken wing fried until golden brown, and after taking a bite, he said with a mouth full of oil:
"Delicious......"
When Jiang Baimian saw this scene, his expression became quite complicated.
After eating the fried chicken wings, Shang Jianyao asked very politely:
"Do you care that believers worship other deacons?"
"This definitely won't work!" Mike responded decisively.
Shang Jianyao nodded slightly:
"Then I'll think about it again."
After saying that, he turned his body, returned to the middle of the street, and took off the fat pig mask as quickly as possible.
Seeing that Shang Jianyao had walked to the other side of the street, Jiang Baimian glanced at the batch of chicken wings that had just been cooked, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out of the crowd.
She followed for a while, and suddenly there was a noise ahead.
A group of people gathered in the middle of the street, not knowing what was happening.
Jiang Baimian saw that Shang Jianyao rushed over to see the excitement, and he also approached curiously, standing on tiptoe and looking inside.
It seems that there is one person who is surrounded in the center.
"Who is it?" Jiang Baimian asked the onlookers in front of him.
The man said without looking back:
"The survivor who returned from the southwest mountainous area in the afternoon ran out of the hospital."
"That matter of the 'higher mindless'?" Jiang Baimian suddenly realized.
"Yes." As soon as the onlookers in front responded, the middle area changed.
Someone asked:
"Zhang Jiu, where are the rest of your team?"
After a short silence, a hoarse voice shouted loudly with indescribable fear:
"Dead! They are all dead!"
The person who asked the question asked:
"Who killed them? That 'higher mindless'?"
The rough voice was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed:
"It's me! It's me!"
(End of this chapter)