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The place where the Holy Flame Myojin statue is located.

The Holy See was newly built, the mud between the bricks and tiles was still fresh, Zhou Mo was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and the whole person looked to be in his forties, with wrinkles on his face and dark complexion.

It looks like it is no different from the peasants who work between the fields all year round, especially the simplicity and ignorance between the eyebrows and eyes, and the little longing and gratitude in the eyes when looking at the Holy Fire Myojin Holy See, and it is a vivid performance of the image of a middle-aged peasant at the bottom who has been liberated from the oppression of Diablo theocracy.

Such a Zhou Mo appeared in front of the eyes of the Holy Fire Myojin Holy See and now the Divine Tax Collector of the Holy Fire Myojin Holy See.

The tax collector was not very old, only in his thirties, the red marks on his body from the sun had not receded, his neck was covered with red spots, and his big eagle hooked nose and small eyes showed a shrewd look.

After seeing the simple peasant played by Zhou Mo, the tax collector raised his eyebrows.

"You, you don't have to look at others, it's you!"

Zhou Mo pointed to himself in a daze, and when he saw the high-ranking tax collector nodding and looking impatient, he hurriedly trotted over, and looked up at the tax collector with a nervous face.

"I lack a servant to lead the beast for me, would you like it?"

Zhou Mo still had a stunned expression and looked at the tax collector.

The god tax collector looked at Zhou Mo with an unresponsive look, frowned, raised his voice and said:

"You're not willing to contribute your little contribution to the Holy Flame Myojin?"

Zhou Mo bowed again and again and said:

"Yes, yes, of course yes, where is your livestock, sir?

Being able to get in touch with the clergy, especially the tax collectors, was a great opportunity for the peasants.

The Divine Tax Officer nodded and said:

"That's pretty much it, it's your honor to be able to contribute your strength to God! My horse is on the west side of the divine court, and the brown horse with the most mud spots on all four legs is the one that has the most mud spots!"

Zhou Mo didn't dare to delay for a moment and brought the brown horse to the tax collector, and then carefully wiped his hands on his clothes and helped the tax collector onto the horse.

"Lord Divine Tax Collector, where are we going?"

Pulling the reins of the horse, Zhou Mo immediately became angry, and asked loudly, attracting the envious eyes of the surrounding villagers.

The tax collector was extremely satisfied with Zhou Mo's style, after all, this also highlighted his honor and prestige.

"Xiaoxihe Village, go collect their divine tax today!"

"Come on, Xiaoxihe Village, the old farmer knows the place!"

"It's best to know, lead the horse well, it's better to be steady, if this god servant can take a nap, then I won't reward you!"

Zhou Mo looked overjoyed, and even his steps were much lighter.

"Sir, don't worry, the little waiting horses are first-class, you can sleep well!"

With Zhou Mo's life level, subduing a half-old horse naturally came to capture, and led the horse to Xiaoxihe Village smoothly along the way, and the tax collector on the horse was also a little capable, and he had already dozed off without a trace of shaking, as if he had grown on a horse.

"Master, it's here!"

Woke up the tax collector softly.

The tax collector twisted his hooked nose, then glanced at it, and saw that the entrance of Xiaoxihe Village was close in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"Yes, yes, the ability to lead the horse is really good, when you go back, report your name and the village where you are located, you will follow this divine servant, and you can only pay half of this year's divine tax!"

"Oh, thank you for your grace, thank you for your grace!"

After buckling a series of thanks, Zhou Mo began to complain for the god tax officer:

"Lord Divine Tax Collector, you are really a good person, a good person like you, or a divine servant who preaches for the great Holy Fire God, come down to collect taxes, and even ride only a horse, it is really too tiring, I have seen a cart pulling grain, clean up the cart, cover it with a cabin, add chairs and covers, you sit comfortably in it, that is the life you should live!"

Listening to Zhou Mo's description, the tax collector raised his eyebrows, and couldn't agree anymore in his heart, who wants to ride a horse in the wind and rain and come down every day to collect taxes!

It would be great if there was a carriage like the old farmer described.

"It seems to be possible, but the Pope's travels are only on horseback, and I'm just a god tax collector!"

Zhou Mo came up with another idea and said:

"That's not easy, you can offer a better one to the Pope!"

Listening to Zhou Mo's words, the tax collector hesitated.

"Is that okay? That's the Pope, the Pope who can communicate directly with the gods!"

"What's wrong with this, you just have to offer it, even if the Pope doesn't accept it, can I blame you?"

The tax collector thought about it, it was really like this, he was offering things, not taking things from the Pope, at most he didn't accept them, could he still blame himself for not doing it?

After thinking about it, the tax collector asked hesitantly:

"But in this case, the tax book is ......"

Zhou Mo then came up with an idea:

"Lord Divine Tax Collector, here, in addition to you Divine Tax Collectors who often come down, how many people in the Holy See can work so hard? How much tax to collect, as long as you communicate well with the divine servants of various villages, it is not a matter of your words!"

The tax collector thought about it and felt that what the old farmer said made sense.

"But in the divine court, I am not the only god tax collector, everyone does not have a certain tax collection location, who is the turn of who, if other god tax collectors find out?"

Zhou Mo continued to come up with ideas:

"That's not simple, think about it, sir, who doesn't want to travel comfortably, who doesn't want to take a nap and rest on the road, only by taking care of the body and spirit, can you better contribute to the Holy Fire God, right?"

"After you have a car, other god tax officials naturally want to have it, as long as you show your mouth, and then everyone will work together to get up and down, who cares how much tax we small farmers pay?"

The divine tax collector thought carefully from beginning to end, and then suddenly realized that Zhou Mo's words had opened up a new world for this divine tax collector, a new world that could make his life more comfortable and more flavorful!

After collecting the tax and sending the god tax official back to the Holy See, Zhou Mo disappeared silently.

The hook-nosed tax collector also deliberately looked for Zhou Mo, but in this Guang Minghu plane, where there is no household registration system, if you want to find the most ordinary peasant, unless you know the detailed address and name, it is impossible at all.

In the shadows, the hooked nose was seen everywhere to make people check his tracks, and after the final fruitlessness, the hooked nose was silent for a while.

But as it happens, about three days later, the hooked nose went down to collect taxes, encountered a rainstorm, and was drenched in soup.

This happened to be the trigger, hooking out the words that Zhou Mo instilled in Eagle Hook Nose.

Zhou Mo stood on the top of a big tree outside the village, the whole person seemed to be transparent, and the cold light of the three rounds of silver moon passed through Zhou Mo's body, spreading all over the earth.

Watching the hooked nose enter the village church, he stayed until the next morning before being sent out by the local priest.

Looking at the tacit smiles of the two, Zhou Mo knew that the matter was done!

Sure enough, the village's tax revenue rose from 10% to 30%.

One spark fell into a basin of oil, and the rest was the speed at which the flames spread.

Frames, houses, luxury cars, mansions......

One percent tax burden, two percent tax burden, three percent tax burden, then fifty percent, seventy percent......

In the end, the pressure was transferred to foreign aggression, and from the original gentle divine charism, it quickly transformed into naked plunder.

The speed at which the Seven Theocratic Dioceses degenerated, in such a world of extremely backward communications, took only five years!

And when the sages, who are high up behind the scenes and are accustomed to looking down on the world, find that their gathered faith has not changed to the light under the influence of teachings, but has hopelessly fallen into the dark arms of the abyss.

The newly built system of seven dioceses has rotted from the roots.

Zhou Mo once again put the sages who were high above in a dilemma!

If you want to improve, you have to single-handedly smash everything that Zhou Mo worked hard to build up in the early stage.

If they don't improve, they can only watch the seven dioceses destroy themselves little by little.