280: Chapter 78 Are These People Going Crazy?
280: Chapter 78 Are These People Going Crazy?
The document once stated that the Great Luo Sect was a traditional mainstream branch of the White Lotus Sect.
Put simply, it was like an old-school RPG that changed its appearance but not its content.
Although it didn’t possess the flashy features of modern-era games such as open-world anime themes, gunfight shootouts, or fashion skins and pets…
Yet, it had its fixed group of middle-aged and elderly gamers, whose willingness to spend on the game was pretty strong.
At the end of the day, the reason boils down to the White Lotus Sect’s methodology, which, after thousands of years of continuous refinement, had developed into a mature system tailored for the middle-aged and elderly group.
Aging and in poor health, with empty pockets?
No problem, believe in us, eat vegetarian daily, which saves money and improves health.
Lacking in education and sophistication?
No problem, believe in us; our faith is very relaxed and doesn’t require you to memorize scriptures.
Having no social circle and fewer friends each day, left to only play with your phone at home (which isn’t true)?
No problem, believe in us; we often organize social events that can help expand your connections and meet new friends.
Can’t afford medicine, can’t bear the cost of illness, yet don’t want to die?
No problem, believe in us; I have enough Talisman Water here, and can even invite the Immortal Family to drive away demons and ensure your safety.
Feeling crushed by life as a member of society’s lower layers and can’t breathe?
No problem, believe in us; when you can’t stand it anymore, there’s no need to endure.
The elder brother of our sect will raise the flag, lead you to rebel against the damn Emperor, and stir up a magnificent storm.
Even if it might end badly, at least you wouldn’t have lived this life in vain!
Although it was never able to achieve great things due to the lack of core ideologies and plans, it was precisely because its templates closely met the real needs of the common people that the remnants of the White Lotus Sect, no matter how suppressed, would always reignite.
Yesterday it was called the White Lotus Sect, today it is the Great Luo Sect, and tomorrow it could be named “The Ultimate Universal Truth Seminar.”
The name doesn’t matter; the content inside remains the same.
The growth rate of the White Lotus Sect has always been linked to whether the society is stable or not.
Since the new government was established, the President, holding the reins of military power, enforced various reform policies with a pen in one hand and a gun in the other.
Although he faced some skepticism from the court and the public, clear-sighted people could see that society was indeed moving forward steadily.
Even the pace was a bit too fast, making the old gentlemen accustomed to the peaceful years of the Former Dynasty complain about struggling to keep up.
At such a time, the Great Luo Sect seemed like a harmless little rabbit.
Although it had grown significantly in size, reportedly spreading across various provinces in the North, with its followers numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
But no one took it seriously.
Wang Yunxiao had no idea where these people got the courage to cause trouble at such a critical juncture.
The files from the police had already come down, ready to sharpen knives for the lambs and calves.
Are you starting to show your teeth now?
He thought that Cui Xiaoying being beaten would at most mean a slap or hairpulling; locals, no matter which Church they believed in, didn’t share the Spaniards’ hobby of charcoal-grilling beauties.
Upon reaching the door, seeing that the courtyard gate had been dismantled and blood was everywhere, Wang Yunxiao felt his heart skip a beat.
Literally feathers everywhere.
Literal, that is.
The yard was in disarray, with things strewn all around, even pots were smashed.
The door to the room where Cui Xiaoying lived was crookedly covered with numerous Yellow Paper Cinnabar Talismans, scrawled with god knows what.
A dead rooster, drained of blood, lay at the doorstep.
Wang Yunxiao casually tore off the Talisman Paper, pushed the door, and was met with a stench of blood.
Cui Xiaoying lay motionless on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages; Meng Wei sat in a corner hugging her legs, sobbing softly.
As soon as she saw Wang Yunxiao, she cried even louder.
“Don’t cry, who hit you, and why did they hit you?”
“I don’t know…
they just came over and called us Demon Nuns, saying we’re ruining the Feng Shui, and then they smashed our door!”
Meng Wei looked at Wang Yunxiao with tearful eyes, her face written with grievance, “My stepmother just mentioned we’re from Qianjin Church, and they started smashing us with big sticks, sticking chicken feathers on us, splashing chicken blood, and talking about Subduing Demons and Eliminating Evil…”
Wang Yunxiao glanced at Cui Xiaoying, who was unconscious with her eyes tightly shut, and frowned, “She’s like this and you’re still sitting there crying?
Hurry up and go find a neighbor to borrow a flatbed cart and take her to the hospital for a check-up.”
The way they did it, it wasn’t just that they had no restraint, but from the beginning, they weren’t well-intentioned.
It would be one thing if she was just knocked out, but if it caused a cerebral hemorrhage or something, with the current medical level, it wouldn’t necessarily be possible to save her.
This is the disadvantage of not having a family pillar at home, no man to hold up the family; to others, these two women are the easiest to bully.
Don’t mention anything about the church or no church; some people just can’t comprehend it at that level.
Who cares whether you have backing or not, whether you will retalize later or not, they just want to bully you.
Bullying you once satisfies them temporarily, bullying you continuously brings them continuous pleasure.
And more importantly, without any decisiveness when a real crisis occurs, you wouldn’t know what to do.
Cui Xiaoying had at least seen some of the world, but Meng Wei was just a fallen young lady, never having to lift a finger.
Last year, this time, her father hadn’t been executed yet; she probably didn’t even have to tie her own shoelaces.
If Wang Yunxiao didn’t come by, perhaps even if Cui Xiaoying’s body decomposed, she wouldn’t dare to step outside.
Although she was scolded by Wang Yunxiao, it finally gave her a sense of direction; Meng Wei cried while nodding her head, climbing off the bed and running outside.
Wang Yunxiao reached out and grabbed Cui Xiaoying’s wrist, checked her pulse, and peeled open her eyelids to inspect her pupils before easing a little.
Thankfully, her pulse was steady, and no lives were lost.
As for a more detailed examination, he couldn’t do it; they had to go to the hospital.
Normally, if you aren’t a professional medical personnel, you shouldn’t move an unconscious patient randomly, as it could potentially cause secondary injuries…
But this was a rule from a future era.
In this era, even if you were a wealthy old master, you couldn’t necessarily enjoy such treatment.
He looked at the wound on her forehead, it seemed to be just a superficial injury; it shouldn’t be a big problem, Wang Yunxiao carefully picked her up and walked out the door.
As he carried her, Cui Xiaoying woke up, felt the man’s scent, and subconsciously tensed up, clutching her collar tightly.
“It’s alright, it’s me.”
With just a simple sentence from Wang Yunxiao, she relaxed, then seemed to remember something, opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t have the strength; even her voice was weak.
“Wei…”
“Meng Wei’s fine, I sent her to borrow a cart, to take you to the hospital.”
“Take her back to the school…
It’s not safe at night…”
“Okay, I understand, don’t worry.”
Wang Yunxiao carried Cui Xiaoying out of the courtyard, and the surrounding neighbors all crowded around.
Looking around, Cui Xiaoying wasn’t the only one beaten.
These people are really crazy!