Chapter Seven, Commander of the Left Army

You, you were possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, and this has been witnessed by many people!" Mr. Su cautiously raised half of his head from the ground to remind.

At this point, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh and added with a hint of resentment: "Forget it, I won't say anything! Anyway, even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand."

If an ordinary person were to be shot with an arrow, the wound would surely be swollen like a bun the next day. However, last night, Zhu Laonian merely applied a few mouthfuls of saliva to the wound in front of everyone. This morning, when the maid changed his clothes, the wound had already formed a scab, and surprisingly, there was not a single drop of pus oozing out.

Moreover, this Zhu Laonian, despite his fierce and intimidating appearance, was, until last night, a well-known good-for-nothing, bullied by everyone he encountered, never knowing how to fight back. However, after being knocked unconscious and suddenly waking up, he completely transformed into a different person. He possesses both subtlety and strength, showing a blend of gentleness and toughness, and is fearless of heaven and earth. When discussing anyone or anything, his words carry no hint of timidity. Even when addressing the Buddhas of the Western Paradise, he treats them as equals, not feeling inferior in the slightest.

Relying on these idle officials in front of us, akin to the urban management personnel of the 21st century, or temporary workers, to create an army of over ten thousand and establish a stronghold? Dream on! If one wishes to become a local lord, where are their soldiers? Where are their military provisions? Where is their military pay? Even if these three could somehow be conjured up, recruiting troops right under the noses of the authorities would be akin to inviting disaster, a sure path to ruin.

"Yes, the little ones understand, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed!" A few of the little prisoners exchanged glances, nodding mysteriously. Everyone had long been aware that Zhu Laonian was not the leader of the Maitreya Church. However, when it came to saying that Zhu Laonian was an ordinary person, no one believed it.

Mr. Su indeed possesses the potential to be a cunning strategist. Without needing to be urged, he subtly adds in an extremely soft voice, "In our daily affairs at the Great Wisdom Hall, it is I, this paper fan, who manages everything for you. Therefore, during these days when your mind is overly fatigued, if Chief Steward Li wishes to inquire about our hall's matters, feel free to delegate them to me. I assure you, I will ensure that he finds no flaws whatsoever!"

Why? Zhu Dapeng felt somewhat dizzy from what he was told, leaning on the table and frowning as he pressed for answers

Only the deities themselves can be compared to the gods and Buddhas! In the eyes of the people of the Yuan Dynasty, who have been subjected to the butchery of foreign rulers for over seventy years, the confidence and self-respect displayed by modern individuals are absolutely not characteristic of humanity

Seeing that he still wore a worried expression, Mr. Su thought he was still anxious about how to deal with the matters concerning Zhimali. After a moment's reflection, he lowered his voice again to remind him, "You were possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, and your spirit was excessively drained, which is why you cannot remember many things!"

In this day and age, the common people are just common people, and officials are just officials. When ordinary individuals encounter an official, even a minor clerk, their knees weaken by three points; who would have the courage to hold a knife and take a constable hostage, and under such circumstances last night, still manage to carve out a path to survival

Hehe, hehe! Seeing that Zhu Dapeng had accepted his proposal, Mr. Su quickly got up with a grin, placing the Great Bright Shield on the table with both hands. "This, I kindly ask you to keep it, my lord. The bronze one is clearly a rare item!"

At this point, a surge of impulse to give Mr. Su a good beating welled up in his heart. He stood up, ready to throw a punch. The other white-clad men and the small jailers quickly stepped forward to hold back his fist, simultaneously pleading, "My lord, please calm your anger. Mr. Su is also doing this for everyone's sake. Without your position as the hall master, it would be impossible to ensure the safety of nearly a thousand households in the vicinity. We would have long perished in last night's chaotic battle!" If you did not hold this position as hall master, it would be impossible to ensure the safety of nearly a thousand households in the vicinity. We would have long perished in last night's chaotic battle!

Upon seeing this object, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but regard Mr. Su with a bit more respect. He furrowed his brow and sighed, saying: "What good does it do to have this thing in hand? A fake is still a fake. To tell one lie, one must cover it with ten thousand more lies. If Zhimali truly intends to get to the bottom of this, just a few words could reveal my true form."

Therefore, even if Zhu Laonian was not possessed by Maitreya Buddha last night, he was at least influenced by some divine being from the unseen realm. In any case, it was someone they could not afford to offend

The adults may not know yet, but you are now the Commander of the Left Army of the Xuzhou General's Office of the Red Scarf Army, and you can recruit troops at will! Seeing Zhu Dapeng's expression change repeatedly, always uncertain, Mr. Su leaned in closer and reported in a low voice again

In his previous life, he was browsing a forum and learned about a super achiever who had never actually obtained a degree, yet claimed to hold a doctor's degree from Columbia University. As a result, this individual returned to his home country, flaunting a fake diploma, and ultimately managed to establish himself as a prominent figure in the cultural sphere. Upon hearing this, Columbia University had no choice but to acquiesce and grant him an honorary doctor's degree to enhance its own reputation.

As a scholar who has served for many years as a low-ranking official in the government, Mr. Su is well-versed in several religions that have been strictly prohibited by the court. According to him, there is no hierarchical relationship between the Maitreya religion and the White Lotus Sect, which is revered by Liu Futong, the leader of the Red Turban Army. Furthermore, given the status of the Zhimali uprising prior to its occurrence within the White Lotus Sect, it does not have the authority to interrogate the local leaders of the Maitreya religion too deeply

Hmm? ! '' Zhu Dapeng has already heard this sentence for the second time. He glanced at Mr. Su and pondered softly.

As a native from the mid-14th century, Mr. Su's ability to effortlessly employ the techniques of a cultural master from the early 20th century would undoubtedly impress Zhu Dapeng. However, while ideals may be rich, reality is often starkly different. Although the master's doctoral degree from Columbia University is a forgery, he possesses some genuine knowledge. In the early 20th century, he indeed made significant contributions to China's cultural scene. Yet, while ideals may be rich, reality is often starkly different. Although the master's doctoral degree from Columbia University is a forgery, he possesses some genuine knowledge. In the early 20th century, he indeed made significant contributions to China's cultural scene. And what about myself? Beyond leveling up by defeating monsters, what else do I have?

Zhu Dapeng just happened to exploit this loophole, using the Great Bright Shield that the Xuzhou government had previously confiscated from the home of a Maitreya sect official to continue his deception. After all, the former leader of the Maitreya sect, Master Peng, was busy with the war and had no time to manage church affairs. Moreover, due to the chaos of war in both Xuzhou and Huguang, where Master Peng was currently located, it was very difficult to maintain correspondence.

This analysis is indeed incisive. However, Zhu Dapeng still wore a frown, sighed, and continued, "The problem is, even if Zhi Mali does not probe deeply and casually discusses some superficial topics about the Maitreya teachings, I would still end up revealing my true self!"

You old thing! Zhu Dapeng spat at him fiercely and nodded helplessly. There is a saying in the twenty-first century: professional matters should be entrusted to professionals. Since this old thing is best at lying and deceiving, let him go deceive the sesame and the plums. After all, it is not surprising that one has experienced the possession of Maitreya Buddha and has developed amnesia.

The shield is cast from bronze, with a sun prominently raised in the center, surrounded by patterns radiating like sunlight. On the other side, the patterns depict boundless flames, surging and tumultuous. Both in terms of composition and craftsmanship, it embodies an air of mysterious antiquity. Even in the twenty-first century, it is unlikely that anyone could replicate it in just two or three hours.

In that moment, Zhu Dapeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He carefully scrutinized Mr. Su from top to bottom, wanting to ask, "Where did you come from? Do you know who the champion of this year's World Cup is?"

"What a rarity! A worthless thing!" Zhu Dapeng cursed again, "No matter how rare it is, you can't trade the lives of so many people for it. Just go ahead! You might deceive them for a moment, but you can't deceive them for a lifetime. When the big shots from the Maitreya sect come knocking, everyone will be doomed because of you!"

"Hehe, hehe!" Mr. Sun shook his head, leaving Zhu Dapeng speechless once again. "Then it depends on how you perform in the future, my lord. If we can command tens of thousands of troops and establish a stronghold, the Maitreya Sect will certainly use every means to prove that you are their leader. How could they possibly push you out?"

You bunch of bastards, each one better at talking than the last! Zhu Dapeng, unable to reach Mr. Su, angrily sat back in his chair, "How long can I keep deceiving? The evidence is easy to manipulate, but what about the specific details? If Zhimali suddenly wants to summon me, how do I respond to the matters concerning the Maitreya Sect?"

Honorable Sir, I believe that Manager Li, who is in charge of the sesame and plum matters, would not inquire too much about the Maitreya teachings! Mr. Su has narrowly escaped a calamity and quietly shifted back, kneeling on the ground to respond

This matter is quite lengthy to explain! Mr. Su finally obtained a rare opportunity to clarify the situation regarding the *Illustrated* book. After organizing his thoughts, he reported in a low voice: "Although that Zhi Ma Li claims to be the Grand Commander of the Red Turban Army in Xuzhou, in reality, before the uprising, he was not a disciple of the White Lotus Sect, at least not a core disciple. My subordinates have never heard of him holding any position within the White Lotus Sect. On the other hand, the Maitreya Sect was founded during the Northern Wei Dynasty and has been distinct from the White Lotus Sect for over a thousand years. In recent years, although the Maitreya Sect, under the leadership of Master Peng, has united with the Mani Sect and the White Lotus Sect to jointly honor the Great Radiant God, the distinctions between them remain clear, and they have not had the opportunity to fully integrate. Currently, Master Peng is leading several of his major disciples to fight in Huguang and is unable to spare time to manage the affairs of his sect. The Jiangbei region has also been thrown into chaos by the Red Turban Grand Marshal Liu Futong... Currently, Master Peng is leading several of his major disciples to fight in Huguang and is unable to spare time to manage the affairs of his sect. The Jiangbei region has also been thrown into chaos by the Red Turban Grand Marshal Liu Futong...

Seeing everyone in such a state, Zhu Dapeng felt even less inclined to explain himself. He sighed a few times and thought to himself: this is actually for the best; at least for the time being, apart from that old bastard Mr. Su, no one else dares to treat me as a puppet or easily sell me out. As for the future, who knows what the hell will happen? One step at a time; if I can't even get past this hurdle with Zhimali, what does it matter how those maps will be opened in the future?

"Nonsense, that is not the manifestation of Maitreya Buddha! That is..." Zhu Dapeng immediately retorted, but halfway through his words, he realized he could not explain the phenomenon of a soul from the 21st century Earth inhabiting the body of Zhu Laonian, a butcher from the late Yuan dynasty. Was it brainwave superposition and resonance? Or was it the fourth dimension? How could a person from the 14th century possibly understand what a wave is or what the fourth dimension entails? Moreover, since he could know about events that would occur seven hundred years later, what difference would it make to them whether it was the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha? How could a person from the 14th century possibly understand what a wave is or what the fourth dimension entails? Moreover, since he could know about events that would occur seven hundred years later, what difference would it make to them whether it was the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha?