The rich officials in Changyi City finally began to panic, and at this time, Ye Xiaochuan's great cause of robbing the rich and getting rid of poverty had been going on for half a month.

He never thought about why more than ten days have passed, and what he has done has not been "talked about" by others.

It's like throwing a pebble into a lake and you can't hear it, it's a strange thing.

But if you've never thrown a stone into a lake, and you don't know the sound it makes when it hits the lake, then it makes sense.

This is the case with the fledgling Ye Xiaochuan.

And the bald fat man who likes to leave red paper after committing a crime has washed dozens of families in the past half a month, and he has been extremely exploitative, cruel in his methods, and never left a living mouth.

Coupled with the dozens of houses robbed by Ye Xiaochuan, the number has accounted for a small half of the large households in Zhumen in the entire Changyi County.

The county government office, which has been trying its best to block the news, finally can't hold it down.

The remaining nearly 100 heads of large households jointly petitioned and went to the door of the county government office to exert pressure, and the movement was not small, so that it soon spread all over the streets and alleys, and became the most talked about topic after dinner.

Ye Xiaochuan had already gotten a surplus entanglement, but here he sang every day, relaxed and comfortable, and talked with Wang Yuxuan every time, which meant that he hated to see each other late.

With such a gentle township, how can it be so easy to leave?

After he heard about the joint petition, he asked Wang Yuxuan with some concern, Your father is under a lot of pressure now, right? The latter shook his head, saying that he didn't know much either.

As for Le Tu, he probably felt that his cultivation talent was vastly different from Ye Xiaochuan's, so he still spent a lot of time cultivating every day. I don't have time to bother with this kind of boring thing.

In just half a month, a Buddhist temple of a large scale was built.

"Master, is it time to start promoting the Dharma?" A young monk with a young face looked at the old monk in front of him excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

The old monk with cracked skin and old bark smiled and said, "It's time!"

As a result, there were suddenly many monks in yellow robes on the streets of Changyi City, holding stacks of pamphlets in their hands, which were distributed to passers-by on the street for free.

In the beginning, no one took it to heart, and many poor families used the booklet to cook rice or play with their children. There are a lot of colorful paintings on it, which are novel and colorful, enough for children's rich imagination to gallop to their heart's content.

After reading the stories and proverbs above, I can't help but think of the bloody events that have occurred in recent days, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that the so-called karma really exists.

This kind of treacherous thing can't be hidden, one spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and soon the city was full of turmoil.

Before the construction of the new Buddhist temple was completed, it attracted a large number of pilgrims, especially those of large families who had not yet suffered.

Of course, there are also a few people who scoff at this, thinking that this so-called Buddhist temple is simply robbing while the fire is burning!

"What kind of karma? It's a ridiculous thing to do!" They wantonly slandered Buddhist temples and discouraged relatives and friends from going to Buddhist temples to burn incense and listen to the Dharma, "I think these bald asses may be murderers! Kill some people, and then coerce us to obediently send money for them to continue to grow bigger!"

As a result, the homes of these people were washed in blood that night. The chickens and dogs were not left, but the only ones who survived were a few of them.

But it's all crazy. When people meet, they say, "The Buddha spared my life, I should die, and so on."

The big families in Zhumen are cold, everyone is in danger, of course they are not stupid, they know that these bald donkeys with a smile are really murderers.

But with the knife on your neck, you can only smash your teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

As for the poor families, they don't even think about it. There are even some people who wish that these rich people would die!

They clearly saw that these monks had a gentle smile and a good demeanor, and they often gave generously on the streets.

The head of the Dharma is the Tao.

And these poor people who have a bad reputation on weekdays have also been punished, either blind or deaf, so who can not believe in Buddhism?

"Why is Brother Wang always sad these days? Is there something wrong at home?"

Ye Xiaochuan and Wang Yuxuan went to the Qinglou to drink flower wine, but the latter always sighed today, as long as he was not blind, he could see that this guy had troubles in his heart.

Wang Yuxuan sighed, shook his head, and said, "It's just some trivial matters, it's not worth mentioning!"

"Is it a brother? What the hell is going on?" Ye Xiaochuan didn't give up and continued to ask.

In the end, Wang Yuxuan reluctantly expressed his bitterness.

"Monk?" Ye Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then asked, "Your father is the county master, and he doesn't dare to tamper with them?"

Wang Yuxuan nodded, his expression was solemn, and said, "After you go out for a bit of adventure in the future, you will understand how deep the water of the Buddhist family is!"

"By the way, which is more powerful than the so-called Confucianism or Buddhism?"

Ye Xiaochuan thought of Zhang Yueya not long ago, and the unfathomable old man beside her seemed to be secretive about Confucianism.

"My father can be counted as a member of Confucianism, but I don't know exactly what happened, so the two should be about the same. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Yuxuan couldn't stop shaking his head

"The relationships inside are complicated, not to mention that there are far more than these two. It's all old accounts, and it's hard to study for a long time!"

"Then what is Brother Wang going to do this time?"

"Alas, what else can I do?" Wang Yuxuan sighed and said, "The word forbearance is a knife!"

Ye Xiaochuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Last time, Brother Wang helped me fight dogs, this time I will help you fight bald donkeys!

Wang Yuxuan refused to agree, saying that it was too risky to do so. How could he watch his brother risk his own?

Ye Xiaochuan smiled and comforted him, saying that even if he couldn't beat those bald donkeys, he could get out of the way, what was there to worry about?

In the end, Wang Yuxuan had to sigh, repeatedly told him to be careful, and told him what he knew about those monks.

"Don't worry, just wait for my good news!"

Ye Xiaochuan put down the big words and walked away.

Wang Yuxuan looked at his back as he walked away, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose until he looked up to the sky and laughed.

In the backyard of the county government office, a middle-aged man with a long beard is holding a teacup in both hands and sipping gently, and his body naturally exudes a light and elegant ink fragrance.

"Dad, it's done!" a handsome young man strode into the courtyard, "How is it?

"Hehe, it's worth showing off to coax a country boy who has never seen the world?

The young man pursed his lips and muttered, "It's like this every time, it's good and it's short!