Zhao Ziyi removed the monk's chin again, and with two "clicks", he twisted his hands and legs, turning a good person into a paralyzed man in an instant.

The young monk fainted suddenly.

The other monks looked horrified.

Liang Xinming said to them: "If you recruit it early, you can still be lightly dropped, otherwise you will be told to survive and not die!"

Some people have a look of struggle on their faces.

Liang Xinming sneered in his heart: I knew that this was the case!

The two batches of camouflage uniforms that died in the mountains should be regarded as the elite of the anti-thieves, and none of them spat out. But the elite is not a cabbage, if everyone under the rebel is an elite, what time will they wait for to get up early. These monks indulged in wine, and they were certainly inferior to those camouflage uniforms, except for the leaders.

The young monk woke up, saw the expressions of his subordinates, and knew that he was shaken by Liang Xinming, so he couldn't help but be anxious and looked at Liang Xinming with hatred.

Liang Xinming didn't bother to pay attention to him, and was about to pick the person who looked struggling to interrogate, Fang Zhirong came out of it and hurriedly replied: "Lord Liang, a large number of gold and silver treasures have been found inside. ”

Follow the Forbidden Army to carry out many boxes.

This is also a treasure cave!

Liang Xinming ordered them to carry the boxes out and place them on the grass between the trees on both sides of the path in front of the house, not to mention a hundred boxes!

Liang Jinyun went back and forth again: I found the abbot.

A middle-aged monk walked in tremblingly with an old monk holding a dragon bell, and said to Liang Xinming with his hands folded: "The old man is clean and dusty, and he has seen an adult." ”

Liang Xinming looked at his description: there is no wave on his face, his actions are not flustered, like a monk, so he stretched out his hand and asked: "The master doesn't have to be polite." Please sit down and talk. ”

The middle-aged monk's Dharma name is Jinghui, and he has also seen the ceremony.

The abbot of Jingchen sat in the next chair, and after sitting down, he took out a fold from his sleeve, held it with both hands and handed it over, Zhao Ziyi took it and presented it to Liang Xinming.

Liang Xinming unfolded it and saw that this was a booklet of transcribing scriptures, which recorded that since the 25th year of Shunchang, Qinghua Temple has been occupied and controlled by anti-thieves, and has become a den for them to contact the local government, inquire and transmit news from all sides, and accumulate wealth, as well as the crimes they have committed in the temple over the years.

These monks were all sent by the thieves, and although they had shaved their hair, the six roots were not clean, so how could they cultivate with peace of mind? It is inevitable that you will do some acts of treachery, gambling, kidnapping and defrauding the people on weekdays. If you do it well, you will be unscrupulous. It's just what they know, and there's not much they know about.

Liang Jinyun couldn't help but get angry when he heard this, and said to the old monk Jingchen in a reproachful tone: "How many years has this happened? Why didn't the abbot think of going to the official government to accuse him, so that so many people were victimized?"

Jingchen sat upright with his eyes down, silent.

Jinghui wanted to say something, but stopped.

Liang Xinming hurriedly said: "Liang Guard! Master Abbot must have a hard time. If you know that you are invincible, you are still reckless and impulsive, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, it is better to wait for the time to come and expose the thief in one fell swoop. The suffering of the master is not something that ordinary people can experience. ”

Jingchen suddenly lifted his eyelids, and a bright light shot out of his eyes, staring at Liang Xinming. After a long time, he lowered his eyes again, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Liang Xinming felt that it was not good, and hurriedly called "Abbot?"

The abbot of Pure Dust did not respond.

Zhao Ziyi stepped forward, stretched out two fingers and tried it under his nose, then turned back to Liang Xinming and said, "Master Abbot has passed away." ”

Jinghui knelt in front of the abbot.

Liang Xinming was stunned, and looked down at the booklet in his hand for a while.

She thought it strange just now: the handwriting on this booklet was red, neat and small, and the writer did not infiltrate the words with anger and hatred, but implied piety, just like the transcribed scriptures.

Jinghui said with tears in her eyes: "This is written by the abbot with his own blood. ”

Liang Xinming was even more surprised: it must have taken a lot of years to write it in blood, but when she looked at the handwriting, it was neat and neat, as if it was done in one go, which shows how devout the abbot of Jingchen was when he wrote.

She got up, respectfully saluted the abbot's body, and instructed the real monks in the Jinghui Temple to come and handle the aftermath for the master. In the suicide note left by Jingchen, it was pointed out which were true monks and which were spies, so as to facilitate their actions.

The arrangement was completed, and Liang Xinming continued to interrogate.

Finally, a monk couldn't survive the move.

The rebels are obviously very scheming, and people like these good and bad people do not know the core secrets, such as who their real masters are, and these people confess only to the cases they have done in Qinghua Temple.

This time, they looted a batch of munitions.

After General Niu's death, another general surnamed Yan was transferred to the local forbidden army garrison in Qinghua Prefecture, and they were robbed of this batch of arms from General Yan.

Liang Xinming immediately remembered what Fang Pan had said: Fang Pan was ordered to lead troops from the southwest to Huizhou, and the emperor secretly ordered the Jingzhou Dabashan Arms Development Center to send a batch of arms to Qinghua Mansion in Huizhou for him to use, and it seems that this is the batch.

Liang Xinming asked: "Where is the ammunition hidden?"

The monk said, "It's right down the mountain." ”

According to him, they have a strict rank, like he is not of high rank, he went to rob the arms, and he did not know how to settle them when they were snatched back, but he knew that they were hidden at the bottom of the mountain, where there were two families, and they were their secret outposts under the mountain.

Liang Xinming secretly scolded "cunning".

Then she asked, "Where did the girl come from?"

The monk said, "The villain doesn't know where the girl was taken from, it was captured by our leader, and the little ones don't dare to touch it at all." The "head" in his mouth was the young monk who had his leg broken by Zhao Ziyi.

Liang Xinming couldn't ask, so he had to wait and ask Lin Qianzi.

Next, there were monks who couldn't survive and confessed, and the confessions were recorded in a thick stack, and the gold and silver treasures were also counted, all of which were incense and silver that were abducted from pilgrims on weekdays, estimated at 15.6 million!

That's just the balance.

There is an account book that specifically records the income and expenditure of their activities in Qinghua Mansion: Qinghua Temple has collected a total of more than 3 million yuan of incense and silver in these years, and their activity funds have been spent more than 1.5 million, with a balance of more than 1.6 million.

Everyone was shocked, "There are so many?"

Isn't this a money grab?

In fact, it's a money grab!

Jinghui explained: "The donors are devout to the Buddha, and the thieves take advantage of this devotion to induce them to donate incense oil. He also bewitched the greedy, saying that if he donated money to do things, he could be promoted to an official and become rich. When they met infertile people, they tempted the woman to lose her body and make her pregnant, but they said that Guanyin was sending the child, and instead asked them to donate a lot of incense and silver when they made a vow. There are countless such methods of abduction and deception......"

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation.

Zhao Ziyi asked: "If you donate silver, can you really be promoted?" He thought, if he can't be promoted and make a fortune, others won't believe it next time, who is willing to donate?

Jinghui nodded and said, "It's all up." ”

Zhao Ziyi said: "So effective?"

Jinghui shook her head, not knowing what to do.

Liang Xinming pointed out the trickiness and said: "This is not the blessing of the Bodhisattva, this is the blessing of the anti-thief - it is to sell officials through favors!"

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