Zhang Huen took over the task of the monk, originally with his status as the first person in the heart of the word generation, no matter what, he had to arrange a monk to be in the right position, but the old monk of Lingmen was very unhappy with him, the "old minister" who had a close relationship with the master of Fang Zheng, and he didn't even give him even a monk law, Zhang Huen received the task and did not rush to leave, but stood next to the abbot and waited for others to receive the task, the monks of the heart word generation were already hungry and thirsty, and more than 2,000 people quickly received the permanent task and the temporary task, The monkey screamed and rushed down the hill.

Lingmen finished the task NPC and was about to rest in the room, when he saw that Zhang Huen, a nasty guy, had not left yet, so he said:

"What else?"

Zhang Huen asked with a tiger face:

"Dare to ask the abbot, if a Buddhist disciple breaks the precepts to kill, breaks the precepts and commits adultery, breaks the precepts and is greedy for ink, how should they be dealt with?"

"Clean up the portal."

"That's fine."

Zhang Huen Shili retreated, rushed down the mountain behind the brothers, came to the gate of the mountain he got up a heart, went to the precept institute, saw the emptiness monk who was meditating inside, and asked according to what the abbot said, emptiness is a violent temper, or you can't enter the precept academy, in fact, everyone knows that this gang of hooligan-like monks is not going down the mountain to harm the people, but the dirty work has to be done, no one brings it up, no one investigates, but since the heart is pointed out in person, Emptiness just happened to be played by the question, so a hidden task was triggered by him------ the precepts of the monks, the guilty ones took it on the spot, the killing precepts and the lust precepts can be corrected on the spot, and the rest of the sins will not be taken back to the precepts by the dead.

Zhang Huen invited a sharp Shang Fang sword and rushed down the mountain before arriving at the foot of Shaomu Mountain. Seeing that the disciples of Wei Tuomen were also getting ready to go, following the senior brothers on the mountain to grab money, grain, and land, Zhang Huen found Wan Hesheng, the head of Wei Tuomen, with another scoop of gourds. Pulled up the tiger skin of the abbot of the Lingmen and the monk of emptiness, and asked him to strictly order his disciples not to break the vows.

But Wan Hesheng is not so easy to fool. promised to be good, but said to the leading disciples Sun Fuhu, Wei Chilian, and Yang Bin:

"It's just a little heart-to-heart monk, just give him three points of face, you wait, don't be too ostentatious, but you must grab what you should grab, our outer door has always been less than the grain and money on the mountain, but you can't suffer too much."

More than 2,000 monks and more than 8,000 lay disciples spread out in all directions. Zhang Huen followed the largest group towards the south of the grain town Guodian to kill, led by the Guodian monk Zhengxin empty like a mountain carved back to the mountain, passing by the horse shop to let the family open the door to send horses, the beautiful name is called the horse tax deduction, the horse owner can not dare to provoke these heavily armed monks, can only select six old horses to hand over to the heart of the empty heart, the heart of the empty happily and the two monks are riding, the other three horses are given to the three chasing the eye of the monk law, six horses rushed towards Guo Dian in front of the horse, the monks behind the monks are far away.

Zhang Huen leaned on the iron foot and followed behind them. Passing by the tea shop, I saw a group of monks eating tea in the tea shop, and the owner of the tea shop did not dare to provoke these people. Tea and pastries should be free of charge, and all today's income should be paid as tea tax, so as to avoid the danger of these people making trouble.

Zhang Huen stood outside the tea shop, looking at the monks coming and going, a group of monks had already returned from Guodian, they didn't know where to find the whip to pull the cart of the farmers, sacks of rice and baskets of vegetables on the cart, and there were several mouthfuls of fat pigs, chickens, ducks, geese and fish on the cart.

Zhang Huen stopped the cart pulling meat, and asked the monk on the side with a straight face:

"How. Which one allows you to wait for the meat to be eaten? ”

The corners of the leading monk's mouth twitched, and he took a small basket from the cart. He brought a large slice of fatty pork and half a basket of eggs to it, and said:

"Senior brother. Finally, when you go down the mountain, let the juniors and disciples have a meaty meal, right? ”

The peasant who pulled the cart squinted at them, and immediately exchanged a whip, and the monk who drew the man shouted viciously:

"What do you see, this is for the lay disciples of the outer gate to replenish their bodies, is there a problem?"

"No, no, no 。。。。。。"

The tattered peasants obviously didn't bully these guys, and hurriedly lowered their heads to pull the cart forward, Zhang Huen was stuffed by their words and didn't know how to say, didn't take the basket, and said:

"Since it's for the outsiders, don't let me catch you stealing, let's go."

The two monks followed the cart speechlessly, and began to sarcastically mock him not long after they walked out.

"What are you pretending to be, isn't it just to follow a good master, and you really think you are a senior brother?"

"Okay, be considerate of others, I saw that I went to Wuhou Gate, but some people were brushed down, it's really more popular than people."

Zhang Huen left the tea shop with a black face, walked towards the Guo shop in front, and when he walked to the entrance of the town, he saw a group of monks surrounding a rice shop, smashing the door of the rice shop with sticks, and the leading monk shouted while smashing:

"Wang Laoshi, you have to pay it today, and you have to pay it if you don't pay it! I advise you to hand it in early, lest the Buddhas get angry and smash the door of your house! ”

Zhang Huen walked over, saw those monks' monks' robes in front of the oil, I don't know where to go to hit the autumn wind before coming out, the door of the rice shop is closed, the shopkeeper hiding inside just does not open the door, the monks see that there is no move, so they began to use force, a few times, the old wooden door was smashed down by them, collapsed inward, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping inside, an old man ran out with a kitchen knife, waved indiscriminately:

"I'm fighting with you, you thieves!"

"Yo, you're still playing tricks on us, brothers, come on!"

More than a dozen sticks smashed towards the crazy old man's head, and seeing that the old man was about to be stoned to death on the spot, a gray-robed monk's robe suddenly swept over, rolled up a dozen monk sticks, and lifted them upward, and more than a dozen sticks all took off their hands, flew into the air, and landed on the street.

"Amitabha."

Zhang Huen swaggered in front of the old man, and the old man who was so frightened that he was paralyzed on the ground stiff and couldn't move, and the leading monk saw that he jumped out and bit gold, and he was still a celebrity in Shaolin, and he didn't dare to play tricks at the moment, but just shouted with reason:

"Senior Brother Xinzheng, we are just collecting taxes normally, what's the matter, do you want to hinder the temple's hundred-year plan?"

Zhang Huen smiled slightly, and said in his heart, you kid is really good at deducting hats, don't talk about any tasks at the moment, just ask them to collect taxes and collect taxes, why do you want to hurt people's lives?

"It's not because he won't open the door that we're making this decision."

When Wang Laoshi's son saw that there was a stop outside, he hurriedly ran out, raised the package in his hand and shouted above his head:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the tax of the small shop this year, and please accept it with a smile."

"You 。。。。。。"

The king turned his back angrily and pointed at his son and shouted:

"Unfilial son, why do you want to give these thieves bald money?"

"Dad, don't talk about it!"

The son handed the silver bag to the leading monk, and ran into the house with Wang Laoshi, but Wang Laoshi did not enter the house, and pointed to the group of monks and shouted:

"Master Fang Zheng said that no taxes will be collected, and it is clearly written on the stone tablet standing at the entrance of the town, our Guodian is a tax-free town under the protection of Shaolin, how can you 。。。。。。"

The monk who pinched the silver ingots in the package smiled and said:

"Fang Zheng is no longer our abbot, now the master of the Lingmen is the abbot, haven't you heard of a son of heaven and a courtier? Besides, looking at the world, where does not collect taxes, and where does not pay grain? Don't forget your identity, you are civilians, we are scholars, do you know? If you have the ability, you can go and theorize with the Martial Saint Sect in Jinling! ”

When they said this, Wang was not lightly angry, and he dared to go to the Martial Saint Sect to theorize, isn't this purely disgusting? Zhang Huen saw that these civilians accepted their fate, and there was no reason to punish these junior brothers, he felt depressed in his heart, and walked around Guodian Town a few times, and found that these guys were not as dirty as they imagined, except for drinking like mud and eating with a mouth full of oil, no one dared to bully men and women, could it be that I thought about human nature too badly?

Zhang Huen, who was holding Shang Fang's sword, found that he was the one who had nothing to do, the mayor of the town directly handed over all the financial power after receiving the notice, and the monks were already taking over the affairs of Guodian, and the town began to build a sentry tower, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the monks.

"Senior Brother Xinzheng?"

Zhang Huen looked back and found that it was a slightly younger monk, and the monk came over with two bags in his hand, and he didn't talk nonsense, he stuffed a bag and said:

"The empty-hearted monk is asking me to hand over this bag of silver to my senior brother, so that my senior brother can go back and pay for it."

This was said explicitly, so that Zhang Huen was embarrassed, but there was no way, Zhang Huen took the silver bag and thanked him, and the little monk carried the remaining bag of silver into the restaurant on the side, on the second floor, Xinkong was sitting among the two women, hugging left and right and drinking flower wine, very happy.

"What, Xinyue, did he accept it?"

"Accept it, Master Seng Zheng, he has gone back to the mountain."

"Just accept it, I thought that this heart certificate would stay in our town for a long time, and I ordered it to go down and let those vicious dogs who can't feed me restrain a little, after all, this will be our territory in the future, don't do the stupid thing of killing chickens to keep warm, otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about the brotherhood."

"Yes."

Xinyue retreated, these monks went down the mountain and called them brothers and sisters like the Jianghu Society, and threw away the Shaolin etiquette and the rules of the monks, but they are not stupid, it is also a great honor to be able to come down the mountain to sit on one side, who will be stupid to give people the opportunity to give people a handle?

"Come on, come on, kiss one."

"I hate it, Master, your beard is so prickly."

"Come on, just kiss it, hahaha." (To be continued)