"What about Mr. Zhao? They must have come to arrest Xiaowen, Mr. Zhao, you save my brother......" Zhao Di knelt down and shook Zhao Xiang's leg helplessly in a panic.

"Get up! Go and tell Xiaowen to hide in the crypt, I won't be allowed to come out if I don't call. Zhao Xiang was also a little panicked, a large group of monks who copied the guys, just their own two three-legged cat kung fu, to say that playing basketball can still top a top, fighting, or copying the guy to fight is really difficult.

It's just that I didn't expect those monks to be so shameless, obviously sending a killer failed, and they dared to hit the door directly.

Chunyang came out of the crypt, and Zhao Di took Zhang Wen to hide in.

Zhao Xiang hurriedly took out his mobile phone, quickly rummaged through the photo album, and with a light touch, there was a pair of black recurve bows and arrows on the ground in front of him. This is a weapon of long-range destruction that he can legally buy in the modern era, hoping to shock the group of monks.

As soon as he hung up the quiver and stood up, he heard the noisy footsteps of the monks.

The black bull rushed to Zhao Xiang's side at this time, and was a little surprised to see the bow and arrow made by modern technology, but he didn't have time to ask in detail, because the monks had already turned out, and they were only ten meters away from the steps.

The black bull held a black whistle stick in his hand and shouted down the steps, "Stop! ”

But apparently these monks didn't take him seriously at all, and they continued to move upward.

Zhao Xiang had an arrow on his bow, and when he looked back, Chunyang Lao Dao actually stood in the middle of the courtyard and breathed out his breath, at this time, he actually had to pretend to be a master, and there was a black pressure below, not to mention forty or fifty people, but they were all holding long knives in their hands!

No matter what, scare first, if you can't immediately retreat to modern times, saving your life is the most important thing.

Sou!

A black fiberglass arrow shot out, and the two monks rushed to the ground holding their calves and screamed, and the long arrow directly pierced the calf of the monk in front, drilling a blood hole and piercing the thigh of the person behind.

"Whoever goes one step further, die!" Zhao Xiang roared. He didn't shoot any more arrows, because his skills were too poor, and he had aimed at the foot of the monk in front of him just now, but he shot it on the calf...... This frightened the monk and he stagnated.

Zhao Xiang quickly took out a strong flashlight and shook it at these people. The sky was blue and white, and the brightness of the flashlight was not even as bright as a mirror that reflected the sun's rays, but the monks recognized it as the thing that shone on their temple last night.

Someone in the crowd spoke: "It's that demon weapon!" Everyone rushed up to me and snatched the demon weapon! ”

This is the last thing Zhao Xiang wants to happen, and he is a very sad result.

What the fuck is this? It turned out that these monks were not here to avenge those accomplices last night, nor did they come to arrest Zhang Wen, but to rush to the flashlight.

Zhao Xiang glanced back at Chunyang, who was bathing in the balcony, and scolded him in his heart, it was this old man who asked himself to shine a flashlight on Kaiyuan Temple...... This time I was miserable.

The monks rushed up, and the black bull escorted Zhao Xiang and shouted, "Come in, I'll take it." ”

Zhao Xiang raised his hand with a strong flashlight: "If you come up again, I will smash it!" ”

This effect is good, at least all the monks dare not move forward anymore and split their way. A short and thin old monk walked from behind the pile to the front, and after the salute, he said: "Donor, this is a monster, hand it over to me in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the monks chant the scriptures every day, and remove their demonic nature, so as to benefit the common people......"

The old monk said a serious thing, but his voice was magnetic like that of Teacher Zhao Zhongshen, and his words were full of anger and a sense of justice. In other words, those who don't know will really think that this old monk is ready to sacrifice for the collection of demons.

Zhao Xiang's heart was broken, he had seen a shameless person, he had never seen such a shameless person, he was obviously here to rob something, and in a blink of an eye, he was still merciful for the sake of the common people.

"Stop talking nonsense with me! This is my family's ancestral secret treasure, the treasure of the fairy family, why do you say it's a demon? You stop me, don't think I don't hit the elderly! ”

Zhao Xiang held up the flashlight, and the black bull protected him, but the old man walked up step by step, his momentum was compelling, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a peerless master—and the black bull also had this feeling, so the two of them retreated to the mountain gate step by step.

The Pure Yang Daoist suddenly appeared beside Zhao Xiang and nodded at Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang didn't understand what the old Taoist priest meant by nodding at him, but the old Taoist priest standing beside him was always more imposing than standing in the courtyard to bask in the sun, anyway, the old monk didn't move forward anymore and stopped outside the mountain gate.

Chunyang nodded at Zhao Xiang again, which was very inexplicable.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Xiang couldn't help but ask.

But Chunyang didn't want to pay attention to this little young man who didn't have any understanding, looked at the old monk and said: "Boy, if you want to take people and property in front of me for no reason, do you think you can be completely sure if you bring these people up?" You only have a half-breath chance. ”

The monks fell.

The old monk is over sixty years old, and he has become a "boy" in front of the old Taoist.

The flesh on the old monk's face twitched, but he still suppressed his breath and said: "Okay, since the Pure Yang Dao Master is sure that I will return empty-handed, then I will talk to the little donor, how can I hand over this artifact to my temple?" ”

Only then did Zhao Xiang understand that from the moment the old Taoist priest asked Zhao Xiang to shine a flashlight on Kaiyuan Temple, he had already set up a situation and waited for the people from Kaiyuan Temple to come over.

Really...... Scheming - Zhao Xiang thinks this word is quite decent.

The goal of Kaiyuan Temple is, of course, this "artifact" - a strong flashlight that can shone the entire temple in it is undoubtedly a way to write for Kaiyuan Temple, and the attraction to believers must be far greater than what is not carrion, relics.

Monks don't actually believe in this, but they can see infinite possibilities, such as convincing believers that this is the light of the Buddha.

And Lao Dao has the confidence that the monks of Kaiyuan Temple will not be able to get it by violent means......

Zhao Xiang sat on the ground, picked up a stone and gestured, as if anyone took another step forward and the stone would fall hard. Seeing that the monks were stagnant, he asked the old monk: "Then it depends on how sincere Kaiyuan Temple is, right?" ”

The old monk said: "If the temple can be obtained, it depends on the small benefactor, and if you can't take it, you can only say that you have nothing to do with this thing." ”

The meaning of this could not be clearer: if we can buy it, we will buy it, and if we can't afford it, we will rely on our ability...... I guess I still have to use it.

Chunyang said: "Zhao Xiang, this matter is up to you, Kaiyuan Temple is a giant in Zhangzhou, since it is an ancestral treasure of your family, it must not be cheap." ”

This is Chiguoguodi's reminder that Zhao Xiang can't be cheap with these grandsons.

Zhao Xiang's mind spun quickly, and only after he had made up his mind did he say: "First, take the river between the big and small Zhi Mountains as the boundary, and the land of Kaiyuan Temple to the west belongs to me. ”

When the old monk heard this, he gritted his teeth with hatred: "Does the little benefactor know how much fertile land it is?" ”

Zhao Xiang shook his head.

The old monk said: "More than 150 hectares, accounting for at least sixty percent of the paddy fields of our temple." Does the little benefactor think I have done the master? ”

When Zhao Xiang heard him say this, he felt that it seemed a bit excessive, sixty percent of paddy fields, one hundred and fifty hectares, and one acre and fifteen acres must have ...... More than 2,000 acres, this Kaiyuan Temple doesn't seem to be so tyrant, what about tens of thousands of acres of good land?

"Are you lying to me, one hundred and fifty hectares will account for sixty percent of your paddy fields?"

"Monks don't speak." The old monk said.

The black bull quietly leaned over and whispered in Zhao Xiang's ear: "What he said should be the truth, our village has only rented more than 20 hectares of paddy fields. ”

No wonder Gota Village is so poor! Zhao Xiang's first reaction was this, there were more than 100 people, two acres of land per capita, and the Southern Song Dynasty was ...... He remembered that when he was a child, the total output of one acre of paddy field in one acre of rice field a year was only 1,600 catties of millet, and there was definitely no such yield in ancient times, and it would be good to have half of it, so it was calculated according to 1,000 catties, and the rent was paid sixty percent, and the annual output of one acre of paddy field was only 400 catties - this has to be regarded as a bumper harvest year, but unfortunately Zhangzhou has many disasters, and typhoons, earthquakes, and floods have struck in turn in recent years.

In the end, it is a little better than the Central Plains: it is located in the subtropical region, with a sparse population and abundant local products. If it weren't for this, Chiri Akano would have starved all over the ground.