Time passed slowly, and it was night time.

Because it was the beginning of the month, a crooked crescent moon slowly rose on the horizon, driving away the golden sun and scattering the white moonlight on the earth.

In the downtown neighborhood of Zitwheel, in an open courtyard in the style of Osturchi.

Van Maiti sat on the bed under the grape trellis, muttering the scriptures in his mouth, looking down at the kneeling heads of the courtyard, and his heart was filled with a sense of contentment.

Because before the Beast Soul Legion of Ostuqi did not save Yiyuan Guozuo, the faith of the Crescent Moon Sect was faintly excluded.

Even he, the big imam, did not build any temples, but only bought land and built a large courtyard according to the tradition of missionary work in Yiyuan.

The house facing the street is used to deal in the local goods of Ostuqi, and the courtyard and room at the back are used to pass the scriptures and live.

Although the missionary environment has changed dramatically, and the ban on the construction of prayer temples has been abolished, because Van Maiti is too greedy to build the temple on a large scale, it will not be completed for a while, and he can only temporarily preach in the original open courtyard.

But although the occasion was the same, his state of mind, along with the attitude of the others towards Van Maiti, was completely different.

After the chanting was completed, the biting cold wind of the night grew.

With a solemn wave of his hand, the brightness of the moonlight sprinkled in the open courtyard suddenly brightened several times, giving birth to a warmth like the sun, dispelling the diffuse cold.

"Praise be to the great god of the crescent, to the pious shepherd of Mohd, to the virtues of the imam of Van Maiti. The believers in the courtyard felt the benevolence of the divine grace and the powerful means of the great imam, and praised in unison.

"These are all the holy virtues of Mohd, the god of the crescent moon. Hearing this, Van Maiti said lightly: "The ground is cool, so let everyone get up." ”

In the past, he said that he was the great imam, but in fact Yiyuan didn't even have a formal diocese, let alone the kind of sacrifice of the '****' regime that could directly interfere with the authority of the mortal world.

Now that the diocese has been established faintly, although it cannot touch the authority of Yi Yuan's ordinary people, but with the "Harmony Act" passed by the National Assembly, Van Maiti can interfere with the enforcement of the judiciary in the name of "religious asylum".

And for the Ostuqi immigrants in the diocese, they also have dual management rights, not to mention the cause of life and death, but they can also wantonly make trouble, persecution, and even secretly make people have nowhere to redress their grievances.

So on the high seat of the bed, Van Maiti looked at a haggard old man wearing the traditional black robe of Ostuqi who had climbed up from the ground from his order, and said: "Abuyi, we Ostuz people are far away from our homeland, and we must unite as one.

Since the Yiyuan government now allows the Ostuqi immigrants to be managed dually, you should still register the 'Golden Hill Merchant Group' with me as soon as possible. ”

As the leader of the largest Ostuqi merchant group in the entire Lingdong region, although the old man looked weak, his mind was still wise and clear, and his will was still resolute and resolute.

But the situation is stronger than people, and in the face of the general trend of the Crescent Moon Sect's continuous attempts to extend to Yiyuan, a mere leader of a merchant group is not worth mentioning at all, let alone blocking it, even if he shows the slightest intention of opposition, he will immediately turn into powder.

even caused disaster to the family, and all the families died.

Therefore, although looking at the big imam in front of him, who was initially supported by himself, but quietly broke up and parted ways because of his growing greed, Abuyi gritted his back molars, and the anger rising in his heart almost stained his eyes red.

In the end, he put his hand on his heart, bent down deeply, and said softly in the traditional etiquette of Ostuqi: "Obey the order of the great imam of Van Maiti, and I will let Apu Yixin register tomorrow."

In the future, according to the traditional rules of the Qur'an, you will pay an offering of 10:1 income to your prayer temple. ”

"Let Lannazza do the registration," said Van Maiti, "and she is more religious than her brother." ”

Apuyixin is the eldest son of Abuyi and the heir of the Golden Hill Merchant Group, and knows the affairs of the merchant group well.

And Lannazar is Abuyi's youngest and most favored daughter, just 17 years old, still in high school, how can he know anything about the registration of a trade group.

Even an idiot could hear the hidden evil intentions in Van Maiti's words, let alone a big merchant leader like Abuyi, who 'grew old and became fine'.

His face suddenly turned red, his body shook slightly, he took a few deep breaths before he finally stood firm again, gritted his teeth and said, "The great imam of Van Maiti, Lan Nazha is just..."

"I said I'll let Lannazza come tomorrow. Hearing that Abuyi had disobeyed him, Van Maiti coldly rolled his gaze and stared into his eyes, interrupting Abuyi's words.

At this moment, Abuyi was about to burst out, but in the end, the responsibility of a merchant family patriarch who had been inherited for hundreds of years and carried the lives of dozens of relatives still overcame the blood surging in his chest.

Trembling all over, he put his hand on his heart again, bent down deeply and said, "Follow your wishes, Grand Imam of Van Maiti." ”

Hearing this, Fan Maiti seemed to be regretful, but also seemed to smile with satisfaction, turned his head and ignored Abuyi, and looked at a middle-aged Yiyuan who had just joined the Crescent Moon Sect not far away: "Sect Friend Song, your trouble is not small. ”

Nowadays, among those who can enter this open courtyard and listen to the sermons of Van Maiti, it is difficult to find ordinary people.

But this middle-aged Yiyuan man is a little different, he is tall and thin, he looks loyal and honest, although the clothes on his body are clean, they are sewn with patches, and he is obviously living in the middle and lower classes of society.

Hearing Van Maiti mention him, he immediately humbly leaned over, learned the etiquette of Ostuqi, pressed his hand to his heart, bent his waist almost to the ground, and said in a sad and indignant tone: "It was the corrupt officials and corrupt officials of the Zitland City Police Department, who colluded with the insurance company to frame me.

Venerable Imam Vanmaiti, how could a man as kind-hearted and loyal as I murder my sister who was raised by myself for the sake of a mere 20,000 yuan of insurance money?

Vivi, Vivi is the meat of my heart..."

"Fellow Song, since I have baptized you, no matter whether you have committed the great crime of killing your relatives before, you are now innocent. Fan Maiti interrupted the middle-aged man's grief with an expressionless face, "The most critical question now is whether you still have the prestige to persuade 300 Yiyuan people to join the Holy Sect and establish an altar on Zaoshu Street." ”

"You can rest assured at this point, big imam," the middle-aged man instantly suppressed his tears and said in a firm tone: "None of the poor villagers in Zaoshu Street have accepted my help.

There are few people who believe that I will kill my sister because of the insurance money, 300 people, 5, I can fill it in 3 days. ”

"That would be great. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said with satisfaction.

When the words landed, he was stunned to see the surrounding scenery suddenly change, the believers in the courtyard disappeared in an instant, and the Song sectarian in front of him turned into a young man from Yiyuan with an ordinary appearance but sharp eyes.

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