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"The women who cared for the children were directed by Henry's mother. Well, I think she did a good job."
As the two were talking, the nun from before came over and bowed deeply to Mo Jiang. "Thank you for your help, which gave those children a chance to survive. Green told me everything."
"There's no need to overthink it. Just get some rest and get back to work. I'll take care of the baby and the children's food and lodging."
The nun did not refute it. If someone was taking in refugees who had lost their land, and even providing food and shelter to children and infants who could not be used as laborers in the short term, what else was there to say?
Even the nun came this time only hoping that if the local lord did not accept so many children, she would ask the official in the name of the church and faith for some food to see if she could help the children survive.
After all, she knew very well that no lord would take in a boy who ate a lot but couldn't be a sufficient source of labor.
However, she did not expect that Mo Jiang would not listen to her at all, and directly told the nun that he would stay the children and provide them with enough food and lodging.
Almost no nobleman would do such a thing.
Having lived for so many years, the nun had witnessed more than once the fate of people who had lost their land, as well as the ultimate fate of children and infants.
Watching Mo Jiang's departing figure, the nun silently made the sign of the cross in front of her.
"Righteous one, may the light of dawn follow in your footsteps."
……
night.
Inside the cabin in Skaritz, in the inflatable pool, Mo Jiang was completely immersed in the water, once again practicing his meditation method, which could be described as "heretical".
But this time, the feeling was different from before.
In the past, I would feel a splitting headache after each run.
And this time...
He felt that the meditation was running very smoothly and without any pain.
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67. Jesus is the firstborn son of God, so perhaps I, Mojiang, can be the second son of God?
Since first practicing that heretical meditation method, Mo Jiang had tried to use it several times in the following period.
Each time, he focused on two things at once, controlling the violent Nine Yang internal energy to circulate throughout his body, while simultaneously immersing himself in water for meditation.
Under the influence of that special incense, the mind is immersed in the primordial chaos water before the birth of all things.
Then he faced directly the enormous, sacred, and coldly imposing [He].
Unable to resist, and with no way to resist, each time Mo Jiang's spirit would be burst and crushed under that immense pressure.
Fortunately, before that, the uncontrolled Nine Yang Internal Force within his body, carrying its momentum, crashed into his meridians, instantly bringing excruciating pain that pulled Mo Jiang back to his senses.
Since cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the extremely powerful and domineering Nine Yang internal energy has become the fuse for Mo Jiang's meditation method.
The principle is very simple: if the Nine Yang Internal Force that begins to circulate the Great Circulation is not controlled throughout the process, it will be like a derailed train, causing damage and excruciating pain to Mo Jiang's internal organs.
Unlike Zhang Wuji's gentle Nine Yang Internal Force, Mo Jiang's Nine Yang Internal Force is like a firecracker, exploding at the slightest touch.
Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Internal Force has lost control, so it will probably retreat back to his dantian or simply dissipate on its own, and it won't cause him any harm.
As for Mo Jiang's Nine Yang Internal Force... according to Sanwu? Qi Jiuliu Sanyue = Yi
He was incredibly powerful and domineering when facing enemies, but he was the same way when it came to himself.
Sink into the primordial chaos of the water, face Him directly, remember His appearance, and then carve His image into your mind.
Similarly, Mo Jiang also encountered a bottleneck in the [carving] part.
Each attempt to recreate His appearance in one's mind yields a result of less than one-thousandth before the statue collapses and the image remembered is forgotten.
For Mo Jiang, this meditation method had never actually been fully practiced.
Not to mention the constant, varying degrees of mental pain during each run, and the headache that follows a failure that lasts for most of the day.
But this time, the pain was gone, and even the cold, oppressive feeling emanating from [He] was much less.
Mo Jiang would never admit his mistake in this regard. The mental pressure has obviously decreased. Although he is still powerless to resist, he can hold on for much longer.
At the same time, Mo Jiang discovered that when he sank into the primordial chaos, his consciousness was enveloped by something.
They were tiny specks of light, but upon closer inspection, one could discover what those specks contained.
An emotion, some whispers, and a sincere wish...
……
"Yeah..."
This is the cry of a baby, which is inexplicable but sounds happy and energetic.
"I hope I can still have a full meal tomorrow."
This is a child's bedtime wish. He is very satisfied with tonight's dinner, the first time in a long time that he has eaten his fill before going to sleep.
"Since leaving the village, Mor and Nia can finally get a good night's sleep. They hope the lord will give them more work so that our family can be together again simply by working hard..."
This is a mother's longing for the future. She is lying in a makeshift shed with her child and husband beside her.
……
As Mo Jiang stood up from the inflatable pool, he looked at his hands in confusion, pondering what he had just felt.
"Hmm, if my guess is correct, then what I just sensed was the emotion, or rather, the desire, of those refugees?"
The changes that occurred in my meditation method certainly didn't come out of thin air, so the most likely explanation is that it's related to the refugee camp.
"So, in order to successfully practice this meditation method, what's needed is the gratitude of others?"
Or is it... faith?
Based on Mo Jiang's profile of the author of the meditation method, the answer is most likely the latter.
After all, this meditation method already incorporates elements such as "looking directly at God," "creating an image of God," "making contact with God beyond the church," "proclaiming one's own existence prior to God," "proclaiming one's own ability to contain God's divinity," and "executing God's seven-day authority of creation"...
Each of these items is enough to warrant the Inquisition building a huge barbecue grill just for you.
The underlying purpose of this meditation method is entirely to undermine the church; it doesn't seem impossible that another force would try to steal the church's faith.
It seems I'll have to compete with the church for faith.
Or is it……
He came into contact with the Hussites, thus entering the church, and then used the church's banner to oppose the church.
Although the risks are quite high, it's easy to become a heretic and end up on the barbecue grill.
The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.
Failure would make him a heretic on the stake, success would make him a new pope who reforms the church!
Upon realizing the danger of this meditation method, Mo Jiang's first thought was not to hide far away or seal it off, but rather to consider how to win over the faith.
He couldn't possibly give up on improving his mental strength, so it goes without saying what he should do.
At the same time, Mo Jiang also became curious about the author of the meditation method.
He was very curious about the author's identity: an alchemist, someone who had infiltrated the church and might even be a high-ranking member.
Mo Jiang suspects that this author was probably also a figure who left behind a lot of information in real history.
The reason is simply that this guy actually managed to use the Bible as material for his meditation method, and wrote it like a book titled "How to Build the World's Largest Church 2.0".
"Come to think of it, I should be able to do it too."
Mo Jiang lowered his head, taking stock of his advantages, "Resurrection is most likely impossible, but the five loaves and two fish are basically about feeding more people, and I can do that!"
Upgrading agricultural technology is the most important means of increasing the population.
With modern agricultural technology and chemical fertilizers, feeding more people in the Middle Ages was not a fantasy.
"Jesus founded the world's largest religion by giving five loaves and two fish and by rising from the dead."
"With modern agricultural technology, fertilizers, and modern medicine, competing with the church for faith is absolutely no problem!"
Mo Jiang clenched his fist suddenly. "Jesus is the firstborn son of God, but I, Mo Jiang, might just be able to become the second son of God. Pope? Pope? Vatican, your second son of God has arrived!"
Now that the thought process is clear, the next steps are simple.
They gathered more refugees, developed their own army, and made contact with the Hussites.
If the church doesn't recognize him as the second son of God, then don't blame him for trying to establish a "new Catholicism".
If the Pope were to invite him out fishing, Mo Jiang would be certain that he wouldn't be the one to get into trouble.
68. To knight and hold a celebration.
Two days later, a huge open space was filled with people, and in front of them was a wooden platform.
The platform wasn't very big; it was only about a rectangle that could fit about ten people.
Today, almost everyone has come here, whether they are villagers from Skaritz or people who have lost their land in the camp, except for a few who need to look after their children and babies.
They were summoned by the guards, and although they didn't know exactly what had happened, it was clearly an order from the nobleman.
In the Middle Ages, commoners obviously had no chance of refusing the orders of noble lords.
And there's even less need for noble lords to explain to commoners what they need to do.
After most of the people had arrived, Radji and Mojang went up to the high platform.
The villagers' conversations below quickly subsided. Whether they were villagers or refugees, they all knew what Mr. Mo Jiang, who looked very young and had an odd name, had done over the past few days.
The invading Cuman army was utterly routed, and the villagers were the ones who cleaned up the battlefield and tallied the spoils of war. They had clearly witnessed the horrific deaths of the Cumans.
The damage was so severe that even armor couldn't withstand it; it felt like being torn apart by a ferocious beast.
Not to mention that just two days later, Henry piled up a bunch of robber heads by the roadside, which terrified many people.
After all, the sight of dozens of heads piled up like a mound of corpses was quite a shock to ordinary people.
It was only later that I learned that it was something Mo Jiang had ordered to be built.
Regarding the influence of Mojiang, the villagers of Skarlitz can be summed up in two words: [generous] and [cruel].
The former was due to the good fortune of Henry and his three companions, who were recruited as guards. The villagers could clearly see what they brought home every day.
As for the latter...
The heads of the bandits are piled up by the roadside, and no one is allowed to touch them.
……
Mo Jiang stood on the high platform, and Radji wisely stood a body length behind Mo Jiang to the side. He knew that he was not the protagonist today and there was no need to steal the limelight.
The towering figure stood there, and the whispers that should have been below quickly subsided. It was as if the person standing above possessed some kind of authority, causing the villagers to subconsciously shut their mouths and look up at the tall figure.
After everyone quieted down, Mo Jiang slowly began to speak.
"I am Mo Jiang, your new governor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Radji stepped forward and explained Mojiang's current situation in a way that the villagers could understand.
This is relatively easy for the villagers to understand: the one in charge and the most powerful right now is Mojiang.
After Radji finished speaking, he silently took a step back, giving up the center position.
At the same time, Mo Jiang spoke again, his voice loud and clear, so that every villager present could hear him clearly.
"I have called you here today to celebrate the defeat of the Cumans and to celebrate my appointment as governor."
"So all the food and drinks are free for you today. Eat as much as you can, as long as you can eat it all!"
"But remember one thing: we can't waste it!"
Mo Jiang is not good at long speeches. In fact, what students find most annoying is when directors and principals come with a speech draft, say they want to say a few words, and end up talking for ages.
And he didn't prepare a speech; he didn't need one.
The villagers immediately understood what Mo Jiang meant: the new governor was giving everyone a treat as soon as he took office; today was a buffet with unlimited drinks and food.
But before they could even begin to cheer, Mo Jiang's voice came again.
"But we need to announce a few things before the celebration begins."