Chapter 125: Sabotage Plan

The Incense Temple intends to build an Incense Fire God Kingdom on the ground. This plan is not grand.

According to Lin Feng's understanding, the other party wants to be a god. It's just that he can't figure out how to become a god.

"Is it possible to become a god by letting others burn incense and kowtow?"

Lin Feng would not believe such nonsense. Until now, he had not found any signs of gods in this world.

"The Incense Temple will definitely not have such a simple layout. The saint's action must have a deeper purpose and plan!"

It's not that Lin Feng doesn't believe the information obtained from the Incense Temple disciples, but that their status is too low to get core information.

"According to the worst result, that Incense Master wants to become a god-like figure, then he will definitely try every means to continue to enhance his strength."

"The population of the eight states exceeds ten million. If they all become the food for his promotion, it might really be possible..."

Although the information from the Incense Temple disciples is incomplete, as long as you think about the worst result, you will definitely be close to the truth.

"Hehe, if this is really the case, are you not afraid of being stuffed to death?"

Lin Feng hooked a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. Based on his understanding of those guys who are neither human nor *Gui*, these guys are absolutely capable of doing such things!

Don't forget that the ancestors of the Incense Temple hold regular human sacrifices. If the scope is expanded, isn't it the current so-called "Incense Fire God Kingdom on the ground"?

"Hmph, did you ask for my opinion if you want to become a god?"

Lin Feng didn't want a potential great enemy to really succeed. With a cold snort, he began to calculate silently in his heart how to ruin the Incense Temple's plan with the least cost!

At present, the forces he can use are mainly corpse-collecting *Zhiren*, assassin *Zhiren*, and *Zhiren* army.

Corpse-collecting *Zhiren* can go to various places to collect corpses, which is of great help to his own strength improvement.

However, the quantity is too small, after all, the raw materials used are those special *Zhiren*.

This kind of *Zhiren* has strong flexibility, and after transformation, it is even impossible to distinguish whether it is a living person or a *Zhiren*.

"More than forty is no problem for collecting corpses, but it is still a bit worse to let them do things."

"Or can I borrow the identity of a corpse collector to accept some apprentices, enhance influence, and also serve as ears and eyes while collecting corpses?"

Few people naturally have few ways to play, such as establishing a sect directly like other Hundred Crafts of Heaven!

Other *Zhiren* can't, after all, their action ability is limited, and their thinking mode is too single, but corpse-collecting *Zhiren* don't have this problem.

It is completely possible to accept some apprentices like ordinary people, expand the scale of corpse collectors, enhance influence, and even spread to the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

"Just do it, anyway, I don't need to bring apprentices myself..."

Lin Feng smiled slightly and decided happily. If this plan succeeds, it will only be good for him and not much bad in the future!

"However, the urgent thing is how to solve the trouble of the Incense Temple. The main force of the heavy-armored *Zhiren* is now in the underworld, and the only thing that can be relied on is the assassin *Zhiren*."

The first idea was confirmed, but it didn't make much sense to change the current situation. The only thing that could be taken out to ruin the other party's plan was the assassin *Zhiren*.

"The number of assassin *Zhiren* is not large, but they can continue to be made, and stronger assassin *Zhiren* can be made!"

"They don't need to be particularly large in number, as long as they are strong, come and go without a trace, and can kill and destroy in an instant!"

Assassins are always a business of winning big with small, using the smallest cost to get the greatest effect.

If the assassin *Zhiren* is strong enough to kill those ancestors of the Incense Temple, then Lin Feng doesn't have to worry about anything!

"It's a pity that the *Xiong Gui* that can be used in hand has been used up."

Thinking of this, Lin Feng became depressed again. Now small *Gui* are not lacking, but *Li Gui* and *Xiong Gui* are both popular goods!

"Originally, I said I would keep these major *Gui* as offerings, but it seems I have to make them into assassin *Zhiren* first!"

Lin Feng, who had no choice, took out the major *Gui* suppressed by the *Zhiren* army in the underworld again, and then directly took action to make them into assassin *Zhiren*.

These assassin *Zhiren* plus the original ones reached a total of sixty.

Each assassin *Zhiren* knelt on one knee in front of Lin Feng at this time, waiting for Lin Feng's next order.

"This time go to Liuzhou, which is further away, destroy those incense-offering buildings, kill the Incense Temple disciples, and if there are experts appearing, run away directly!"

Thinking about it, Lin Feng gave the order directly, and then these assassin *Zhiren* left the place "Swish! Swish!".

"I hope the *Zhiren* army in the underworld can be powerful, suppress more *Li Gui* and *Xiong Gui*, so that I can make up for my consumption."

After all the assassin *Zhiren* disappeared, Lin Feng whispered in his mouth.

Because Li Yanbing used heavy-armored *Zhiren* to clean up the entire Jiangzhou last time, now Lin Feng has soul-attracting incense in his hands but can't catch any big fish.

On the contrary, *Guiyi* in the underworld emerge one after another. As long as the *Zhiren* army can hold on, there will be a steady stream of *Guiyi* coming to the door.

The next day, the rooster reported the dawn, and the sky was getting bright.

Thin morning mist lingered in the fields, and also shrouded the entire Luohe City.

"Dong~"

"Jiangzhou common people, the Inspector has an order"

"Reclaim wasteland, dredge water channels"

"Go up the mountain to cut wood, burn charcoal for the winter"

"..."

However, in such a morning, some yamen runners knocked on copper gongs and walked through the streets and alleys and fields, shouting loudly.

The strange emphasis sounded like selling, but if you listen carefully, you will find that they are persuading farmers to reclaim wasteland and warning the common people to go up the mountain to cut wood and prepare firewood and charcoal for the winter.

"These slogans haven't been heard for years!"

Old Quezi, who was cooking in the small courtyard, heard the shouting and couldn't help but walk out of the kitchen and say to Lin Feng with emotion.

"Hmm, no one would do this in the past."

Lin Feng also nodded. It seems that Li Yanbing really wants to govern Jiangzhou well.

"Speaking of cutting firewood, I don't know which bastard cut the back mountain almost clean, and the hillside is full of stumps..."

Then Old Quezi seemed to think of something, and his face was quite angry, and he kept complaining to Lin Feng.

"Cough, cough, cough, maybe someone is preparing for the winter!"

Lin Feng's face was a bit embarrassed. When he was making heavy-armored *Zhiren*, he did cut it a bit hard.

"Hmph, it must be done by some young people who don't know things. It's okay to cut dead wood branches or crooked trees, but how can you cut it clean regardless?"

Old Quezi shook his head and sighed, and then chattered a lot about how to cut firewood.

Although this old boy

Although this old codger had never read a book, he had piles upon piles of crude, grand principles, which left Lin Feng feeling incredibly awkward.

"The pot is about to burn!"

"Oh, oh, look at my memory!"

Suddenly, Lin Feng rushed directly into the kitchen and shouted; Old Quezi snapped back to reality and hurriedly followed him in a panic.