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Chapter 424 Nan Shaomu II
"Fangshan Village, east, [-] miles, [-] mu." The tax officer looked down and found the record of Fangshan Village in the notebook. After comparing it, it was correct, and handed it to the last person to check and confirm, put it aside, and continued to pick up the next title deed.

"Fangshan Village, east, thirteen miles, fifty mu."

"Repeat title deed!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was suddenly quiet. The host and the monks behind him suddenly changed their expressions. One of them couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Nonsense!"

Accompanied by the voice, he rushed to the two of them like lightning, and grabbed the land deed with his hand.

As soon as the monk moved, Qi Zonghui's face immediately became serious, "Bold and lunatic, you dare to attack the officials, you can't rebel!"

"Come on, take it down with me!"

The monk's face darkened, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. They were used to being arrogant and domineering, who wouldn't let them in the Shaomu Temple lineage, so they subconsciously snatched the land deed and came back. It's too late to regret it now.

Before he could say anything, the two soldiers beside Qi Zonghui stepped up and reached out to grab him.

No matter how this monk is from the Shaomu Temple lineage, his kung fu is unmatched by two personal soldiers, and, no matter what, he cannot be caught. Facing the outstretched hands, his two arms jerked outwards and immediately trembled. The two soldiers thumped, thumped, thumped back three steps.

At this moment, the monk was also a little scared, and swished back to the abbot with his toes touching the ground.

"Bold and lunatic, you dare to resist arrest, and the army surrounded me!" Qi Zonghui roared, and the two hundred-man formation behind him dispersed at once. Strong crossbow.

Two hundred troops marched in neat steps and surrounded a group of monks.

The host's face changed drastically, and he immediately stood up and called the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, general, please stop."

"Hui Xing, don't hand over the land deed yet!"

The monk named Hui Xing immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, obediently handed back the title deed.

Seeing the encirclement stopped, the host breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the crowd parted a passage, Qi Zonghui walked over with big strides, looked the host up and down with a sneer, and then said loudly: "Assaulting officials and resisting arrest, is it handing over?" The title deed is enough!"

The host frowned, and said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Knowing your mistakes can make a big difference. Huixing already knows his mistakes, so he will repent before the Buddha."

"Yes, yes, the poor monk knew he was wrong, so he decided to repent before the Buddha." Hui Xing quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Hmph, haha, hahaha!" Qi Zonghui laughed loudly, "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Knowing your mistakes can make a big difference. Hehe, if everyone is like this, then what's the use of the national law? You wait, and put the national law on the ground." where!"

"General..." The host was about to continue, but was interrupted by Qi Zonghui waving his hand, pointing at the host and said viciously: "Old monk, hand him over immediately, otherwise, you will be harboring fugitives, and if the army moves, your entire temple will be wiped out." Full door!"

As soon as Qi Zonghui raised his hand, all the crossbows were aimed at them, each hand was placed on the trigger, and the hundred-sword shield soldiers also raised their shields high in front of them, ready to charge at any time.

The scene suddenly changed into a needle-dropping scene, including the pilgrims who watched the excitement, each of them seemed to have a big stone on their hearts, Qi Zonghui raised his hand high, and everyone knew that once his hand fell, it would be a rape. When the crossbows were fired and the shield soldiers charged, a bloodbath would be inevitable. It was fine if these monks didn't resist, but if they dared to resist, it would be against the army, and it would be no different from a rebellion.

At that time, the entire Shaomu family will be implicated.

All of this was planned long ago, Wang Xuan just wanted to persecute Shaomu Temple openly, to see if they dare to do it!

As long as Wang Xuan gave Wang Xuan a sufficient reason in front of the public, Wang Xuan dared to raise an army of [-] in Fujian and slaughter them all in one fell swoop!

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the host. A group of monks looked at the host anxiously. Their hearts beat faster. They were also anxious. The court is the court, and the army is the army. I dare not confront the court openly.

Even if these people actually listen to Wang Xuan.

"Host!" Unable to bear the pressure, he couldn't help shouting.

"Host!" Hui Xing was sweating all over his head, body, and hands. He felt that he was going to die. If he really fell into the hands of the army, he might die without a place to die!

The host was also dripping with cold sweat, looking into Qi Zonghui's eyes. In those eyes, he saw Qi Zonghui's hidden killing intent. In an instant, he understood that he must not resist. If there was a big trouble, they Shaomu Temple Really can't afford it.

"I'll hand it over!" Now he said it in a nonchalant manner, and after uttering the two words, he sighed heavily, as if all his strength had been lost, and turned his head to look at Hui Xing, "Hui Xing Okay, master, master can't keep you anymore, the whole temple and even my Shaomu Fujian lineage can't afford to sacrifice."

Hui Xing was shocked, his eyes dimmed, he lowered his head and sighed, then looked up at the host and said, "Young monk understands."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked towards Qi Zonghui.

Disappointment flashed in Qi Zonghui's eyes, and then disappeared, but this time, he did not escape the eyes of the old host.

Sure enough, this army deliberately forced me to wait today.

Qi Zonghui glanced at Hui Xing, then ignored him, it was just a bald thief, the Lord didn't pay attention to it at all, and he didn't order the army to retreat, just surrounded him like that.

"Continue to check, you must be serious, you will never make mistakes, and you are not allowed to wrong the other party!"

"I'll understand." The five tax collectors continued to check, reading the land deeds and comparing them in their notebooks. It took more than an hour to check all the land deeds.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, [-]% of the land deeds are duplicates, and these land deeds were registered when they were verified in the previous place.

In addition, [-]% of the land deeds were verified correctly, but the specific number of acres did not match the actual measurement, and only [-]% of the land deeds were correct.

In fact, these are some common methods. The [-]% of the repeated ones are said to belong to temples when the government collects taxes, so they can be tax-free. , In this era, anti-counterfeiting methods are underground, and they are easily counterfeited.

As for the other [-]% of the discrepancies, it is because two mu became one mu when deliberately measured, that’s all.

Qi Zonghui looked at the host and smiled coldly, "Old monk, how do you explain these repeated land deeds?"

"..." The host opened his mouth. He wanted to quibble, but when he looked into Qi Zonghui's eyes, he changed his mind. How the hell does he know if the other party is just waiting for him to quibble? If it's not good, I will be arrested.

He didn't even dare to think about what would happen after being captured. Wang Xuan was the reincarnation of the devil, and his methods were extremely cruel. He didn't dare to fall into the hands of the other party.

Forget it, money is something outside of the body, the poor monk is a monk, how can he be greedy for money, before, um, it was all to exercise his will, um, that's it, but, with less income, there is no way to leave more for his son the money...

"The poor monk doesn't know where these land deeds come from. I haven't seen them, so I don't know!" The host closed his eyes, and refused to admit it directly.

"Haha, so to speak, these duplicate title deeds ran in by themselves."

"The poor monk doesn't know!"

"There are also land deeds in this monk's temple, hehe."

"The poor monk doesn't know!"

Qi Zonghui frowned, this old monk started to call scoundrels, what the hell, "Then how do you explain the wrong number of acres!?"

"The land deeds are all issued by the government, and the poor monk doesn't know!"

"You!" Qi Zonghui's eyelids twitched in anger, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, he could only snort heavily, "Poor monk, I think you are not poor monks!"

The reason why monks call themselves "poor monks" means that monks are poor, but in fact...the earliest pawn shops and so on were opened by these monks,
In the face of Qi Zonghui's ridicule, the host didn't say a word, as if a breeze was blowing on his face, spitting on his face, a smile appeared on his face again, looking like an outsider, Qi Zonghui's teeth were itchy.

He has also read some of the information collected by Yehuo, and he knows how dirty these monks are in private.

Of course, it is wrong to say that there are no real eminent monks in the Shaomu Temple, but those are only a small number of people who specialize in studying Buddhism. The development of Buddhism to such a large extent has little to do with these people who study Buddhism.

There are intrigues in the world, and those who can lead Buddhism to grow are all peerless old foxes. Of course, this is called a different division of labor. Some people are responsible for studying Buddhist scriptures, some are in charge of complex fights, and some are in charge of playing tricks. Buddhism flourished.

Moreover, cooperating with local big households and some rich peasants to hide the land, tax evasion and tax evasion itself is a means of making friends. If there is no such interest entanglement, how can Buddhism be deeply rooted among the people and develop rapidly.

In addition, with no money and no food, how can we give out large amounts of porridge in a disaster year and buy people's hearts? To put it bluntly, no matter whether a country or a Buddhist school, development and growth cannot be separated from money.

If he really became a poor monk, it would be over.

The host acted as if he didn't know what to ask, and Qi Zonghui had nothing to do. Thinking of Wang Xuan's explanation before, if there is not enough reason, don't force too much, Qi Zonghui took a deep breath and said: "If that's the case, then quickly and Handover of government households and re-determination of land leases."'

After finishing speaking, Qi Zonghui ordered the army to put away their weapons, turn around and leave.

As for the handling of the subsequent matters, it has nothing to do with him. Naturally, Wang Xuan will make up his mind and talk about it when he is needed.

Seeing the army lined up neatly and the 500 people walking away slowly with neat steps, the host breathed a sigh of relief, as the frozen air seemed to flow again with the retreat of the army.

A gust of wind blew past the host, and he felt the cold behind him, and his entire back was wet with sweat, but he hadn't felt it before.

(End of this chapter)