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Although the official's decree to collect tribute caused Medicine King Valley to lose a batch of precious medicinal materials and rare treasures in a short period of time, Chen Jin only made a brief calculation and classified this expenditure into the category of "GG fees".
Compared with the possible returns in the future, he paid the initial investment quite calmly.
As soon as the news reached the accounting office, the financial counterpart responsible for coordinating the financial power contacted Old Master Zhang, who was quite prestigious in Lin'an, and finalized the entire public opinion campaign plan.
Early the next morning, a new topic of conversation spread in the teahouses and restaurants of Qiantang City: "Did you know? Peace Preservation Decoction of Medicine King Valley is now the royal tribute that all the officials are asking for!"
This word was spread by Old Master Zhang's protégés and officials with embarrassment, and coupled with the gilt plaque "Imperial Offering to Peace Preservation Decoction" in front of the drug store, in just half a day, Peace Preservation Decoction's reputation spread from the common people to the gentry's mansion, and along with it, Medicine King Valley's prestige reached new heights.
Financial peers are well versed in the heat of marketing, striking while the iron is hot, improving the taste and launching new gimmicks.
Although Qingming Festival had just passed a few days ago, and there was still half a moon before Grain Rain, he had already ordered people to set up tea tents in the streets and alleys to give away free samples of the new flavor Peace Preservation Decoction, and the guys shouted loudly Author: "Grain Rain The spring chill is approaching, so the first bowl of warming soup must be Medicine King Valley's Peace Preservation Decoction! Prepare it in advance and save it, so that you will not be disturbed by evil spirits when spring begins!"
The people who tried the soup held warm bowls of soup and felt that it was warm and sweet in the mouth. After drinking it, they felt comfortable all over. They paid for the soup one after another and the pre-heating effect far exceeded expectations.
Soon, a trend quietly started in Zhang Residence's study room, the storytelling room in the tea house, and even West Lake's painting boat, then swept the entire Qiantang, and spread to surrounding states and counties.
"Have you heard? The "Peace Preservation Decoction" of Medicine King Valley was even chosen by the officials! It is a tribute from the royal family!"
"No wonder it has such magical effects. It turns out to be a treasure that has received the Holy Eye!"
"His Majesty's body of gold has been treated with it, so it must be excellent!"
Immediately afterwards, the financial peer launched a second wave of publicity. He cleverly combined with the season, just after the Qingming Festival and before Grain Rain arrived, he began to warm up and build momentum for "Peace Preservation Decoction".
In the streets and alleys, after tea and dinner, this saying began to spread:
"In the Grain Rain season, the humidity becomes heavier, and it is easier for evil spirits to invade the body. The first bowl of soup after Grain Rain should be Medicine King Valley's Peace Preservation Decoction to drive away evil spirits and strengthen the body, and ensure a healthy year!"
Although there is still some time before Grain Rain, the concept of "seasonal health maintenance" has been successfully implanted in people's hearts, and many people are looking forward to it. As soon as Grain Rain comes, they will go to the Peace Preservation Hall to buy this "first soup".
As Qiantang Ghost Plague was basically eliminated through the efforts of Chen Jin and his team, the pesticide application strategy of the Peace Preservation Hall was naturally adjusted.
"Peace Preservation Decoction", which was previously distributed for free for emergency purposes, has now been officially converted into a daily health care product sold at an affordable price.
Financial colleagues are well versed in business management and have priced this medicine very close to the people. They have followed the path of small profits but quick turnover to ensure that ordinary people can afford it.
The financial colleagues were very busy here. Seeing this, Old Master Zhang simply arranged for his only son Zhang Yutang to come over. In name, he would learn how to do business with him, but in fact, it also meant to deepen his connection with the increasingly prosperous tree Medicine King Valley.
Zhang Yutang was full of curiosity and yearning for Medicine King Valley, so he went there happily.
What's interesting is that since Zhang Yutang came to Medicine King Valley to help, Xiao Qing's trips to financial peers have obviously become much more diligent.
Sometimes he said that he wanted to help count the medicinal materials, and sometimes he asked for advice on tea art. Even if he was just standing aside and watching Zhang Yutang transcribe the accounts, there was a smile on his face that he couldn't hide.
The financial peers saw clearly and simply handed over the task of registering orders to the two of them, leaving them alone to concentrate on planning the subsequent expansion plan.
With the help of Financial Peer's precise marketing strategy and Old Master Zhang's unswerving reputation, the concept of "drinking Peace Preservation Decoction to prevent disease and strengthen the body" gradually became popular and became a common habit in the homes of many Qiantang people.
Every morning or evening, it has become a daily routine for many people to go to the Peace Preservation Hall for a bowl of warm soup.
Although the profit per bowl was meager, it could not withstand the large number of buyers. A small amount added up to a large sum. Like a trickle that merged into a river, Medicine King Valley's money income began to grow rapidly at a stable and considerable rate.
Lin'an Imperial City, Hall of Blessed Tranquility.
This place is the residence of the emperor, but at this moment, there is an atmosphere that is more solemn and solemn than that of the temple.
The official family has not been in court for many years, and occasionally there are official affairs that have to be dealt with, which makes people move around Hall of Blessed Tranquility.
Most of the original luxurious furnishings in the palace have been cleared away, making it look unusually empty.
Dozens of abbots and eminent monks from Lin'an famous temples wearing various cassocks were all kneeling on the cold gold brick ground at this moment.
Among them, there are Chan Master Huiming of Lingyin Temple temple, Elder Guangji of Jingci Temple, Dharma Master Jizhao of Jingshan Temple... almost covering half of Lin'an Buddhism.
On weekdays, they are enlightened monks who have to pay three cents of respect to even dignitaries, but here, in the depths of this palace that symbolizes the highest authority in the world, they can only press their foreheads tightly against the cold ground, and their backs are slightly bent due to the oppression of the imperial power.
The air was filled with dead silence, except for the sound of heavy and suppressed breathing.
The bead curtain hung low, blocking out the specific features on the imperial couch. Only a vague and burly silhouette could be seen leaning there, like a dormant giant beast. Its mere existence was enough to solidify the surrounding air.
Chan Master Huiming, as the representative recommended by the monks, repeated the fact that they had explained several times but had never been able to "satisfy" the people behind the curtain:
"... Your Majesty's clear warning. That Golden-Winged Great Peng is the protector of the Buddha. He has vast supernatural powers and boundless magical power... The poor monks and others gathered in the Eighteen Arhat Formation and spent hundreds of years cultivating, but they could only force it back and were unable to capture it... In the end, it finally broke through the space and escaped to the west..."
Sweat, turbid sweat, constantly seeped out from their smooth foreheads and shaved green skin, slid down their cheeks and necks, and dripped onto the gold bricks beneath them, leaving dark wet marks.
It was not caused by ordinary heat, but by pressure.
This is not a description of the atmosphere, but a real coercion... They just learned today that their official family cultivation is so profound!
They could feel that the gaze cast from behind the bead curtain was cold, sharp, and contained no human emotion at all, as if they were looking at a group of useless ants.
Deathly silence fell again, heavier than before.
Time seemed to be stretched out, and every breath was like suffering.
After a long time, a voice finally came from behind the bead curtain, only a single monosyllable that was unremarkable:
"Hmm."
There was no hint of joy or anger in this "Hmm", but it made all the kneeling monks freeze up and their hearts almost stopped.
"For committing the crime of deceiving the emperor, the crime will be increased by one degree. The penalty will be to confiscate all the property in the temple and transfer it to the national treasury. The monks involved in the case... execute the nine tribes."
The words "Zhu Jiu Clan" fell like thunder in the hearts of the monks.
Although they are monks and have cut off the mortal world, they are not those who jumped out of a stone. Who has no parents, relatives, or relatives?
Connected by blood?
However, unexpectedly, after a brief period of deathly silence and disbelief, the violent tremors of the kneeling monks' bodies gradually subsided.
Chan Master Huiming slowly, with an almost stiff posture, raised his head.
The fear, humility, and sweat on his face have all disappeared, replaced by a kind of calmness that sees everything, even with a trace of compassion and determination.
He clasped his hands together, his voice no longer trembled, and regained the composure that a senior monk should have, and said loudly:
"Amitabha... Since Your Majesty is determined to do this, to do this cruel and unethical thing, to destroy our Buddhist heritage, and to kill innocent people... Then we cannot just sit back and wait for death. We can only act like Vajra's angry eyes to protect the way and protect lives!"
"Form up!"
Chan Master Huiming shouted loudly, like a lion's roar!
In an instant, dozens of eminent monks who were kneeling on the ground suddenly rose up at the same time!
His movements are as fast as lightning, and he doesn't look old at all.
Their figures flashed and they instantly stood still according to the mysterious direction.
Although the Guan family is indeed unexpectedly powerful, they are not completely unprepared when they come here today.
A majestic, vast, and indestructible thought rose up from their bodies, and golden Buddha light surged out of their bodies, connecting with each other and intertwining in the air, forming a vague shadow of a majestic, majestic, and huge golden Buddha.
The sound of Sanskrit singing sounded out of thin air, grand and solemn, dispelling the suffocating imperial pressure in the palace.
"Oh?" A soft whisper came from behind the bead curtain, with a hint of amusement, as if he had seen some interesting toy.
"I really... give you face."
The burly figure behind the bead curtain slowly stood up.
He didn't lift the curtain and come out, he just took a step forward.
Just one step!
"Buzz--!"
The entire Hall of Blessed Tranquility, no, the entire space he was in, let out an overwhelmed whine.
Centered on the foot he stepped out, a strange brilliance suddenly spread like thick ink dripping into clear water.
This brilliance is constantly changing and flowing, as if it contains the origin of all colors in the world.
The beams and pillars of the palace, the golden brick floor, the beaded curtains... everything began to become blurred and distorted under the wash of this brilliance, like the reflection in the water being disturbed.
[Sumeru Illusory Realm·Man conquers nature.]
When the light stabilized, the monks found that they were no longer in Hall of Blessed Tranquility, but in a strange space.
The sky is flowing, a band of light that is as magnificent as the aurora but has no temperature. The ground beneath your feet is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the twisted figure of an unknown material. It is boundless all around, and only the shadow of a slowly rotating gear like a mountain can be vaguely seen in the distance.
What shocked them even more was that they felt that they could no longer use the magic power and supernatural powers they had cultivated for many years.
The newly condensed golden Buddha's shadow, after losing the support of its magic power, whined and shattered like a bubble.
The sound of Sanskrit singing also stopped abruptly.
In this realm called "Sumeru Illusory Realm", secular power has been greatly strengthened, and all supernatural powers and spells are banned.
The only thing left to rely on is the most primitive physical strength and... the "technology" created by the wisdom of "human beings"!
The figure of the official family clearly appeared in front of them at this moment.
He was still wearing a dragon robe, but his figure looked taller and more majestic, his muscles bulging the dragon robe, and his face was as resolute as an axe.
"You... you are not His Majesty!" Chan Master Huiming said in shock.
He was highly respected and had been invited to the palace many times to give lectures on scriptures. He had frequent contacts with the official family before he ascended the throne. The official's family's handsome features were definitely not the face in front of him!
"Of course I am the emperor. No one knows how to be an emperor better than me." He said calmly and then raised his hand.
Behind him, in the strange flowing light, like a magic trick, several ferocious-looking creatures with cold metallic light appeared.
It was an automatic machine gun tower full of futuristic technology, and its muzzle quickly locked onto the formation of monks.
"Buddhism also has the power of physical training," the official's voice said with a hint of scrutiny, "Let me see if your muscles and bones are stronger, or if my "truth" is more direct."
The next moment, the machine gun tower spit out blazing tongues of fire!
The deafening gunshots covered up the roars of the monks, and countless warheads capable of tearing apart steel plates swept towards the monks like a metal storm!
"Arhat's Golden Body!"
"King Kong is indestructible!"
Although the monks are incapacitated, they still have the physical training techniques they have practiced hard for many years.
Faced with this unprecedented attack, they reacted extremely quickly and roared one after another. Their skin was instantly covered with a light golden or bronze sheen, their muscles tensed, and their energy and blood surged like a river!
They either waved their Zen staffs or directly blocked with their fists and feet, trying to withstand the metal storm.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding--!"
The dense impact sounds are like heavy rain hitting banana trees! Sparks are flying everywhere!
For a monk with a slightly lower cultivation level, the protective golden light shattered like paper under the continuous impact of the bullet rain, and his body was torn apart instantly and exploded into a ball of blood mist!
People with advanced cultivation, such as Hui Ming, Guangji and others, can barely support themselves in the rain of bullets by relying on their strong bodies and exquisite force-relieving skills. They swing the Zen staff so tightly that most of the bullets will be knocked away.
But the huge kinetic energy carried by the bullets still made their arms numb and their blood boiling.
This is completely an unequal massacre.
Although Buddhist body-training techniques are powerful, they appear extremely passive and laborious when faced with technological weapons that transcend the times and purely pursue destructive efficiency.
The officials watched this scene leisurely, as if they were watching a drama.
At this moment, Jingci Temple's Elder Guangji's figure suddenly disappeared from the place. It was not a magical teleportation, but an almost ghostly speed that relied purely on the physical body!
The next moment, he appeared behind an official and punched out with a simple and direct punch!
Sensing the crisis, the official raised his arms and crossed them to block!
"Boom!!!"
The fists and arms clashed, but the sound was like a heavy hammer hitting defeated leather!
Elder Guangji's arm was bent and broken at a strange angle, with white bone stubble piercing the skin, but Guan Jia used defense as offense and punched him directly on the chest!
"Pfft--!"
Elder Guangji's chest dented visibly, his back suddenly bulged, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, blood mixed with internal organs fragments spurted out from his mouth, his whole body flew out like a torn sack, and he died while still in the air!
The official retracted his fist, shook off the blood on his hand, and turned to the next target with indifferent eyes.