Hearing that he wanted to become a monk, Zhu Qiwu sighed.

Zhu Chongba, the fourth brother himself.

How can there be no domineering spirit in history, and what I think about every day is how to let myself stay in Huangjue Temple to eat monk food together.

"Brother, if we all become monks, won't our old Zhu family be the last one!" Zhu Qiwu said.

"Hey, how could that be! Our eldest nephew Wenzheng, follow our sister-in-law to his grandmother's house! The matter of inheritance, it would be good to have a proper text! Zhu Chongba had a desireless attitude.

When Zhu Qiwu heard this, he almost didn't come up in one breath.

The eldest nephew, Wen Zheng, also known as Zhu Wenzheng, is the son of their eldest brother.

Since the eldest brother died of illness, Zhu Wenzheng followed his sister-in-law Wang back to his parents' house to live.

Although it was also a bitter one, it was finally able to make ends meet.

"Brother, now the world is in chaos, the people are not living, every day in this Huangjue Temple, when will there be a day to come out! Meng's vitality has been exhausted, the Han family will be revived, it is the time for us to make contributions and change our lives against the sky, I heard that many White Lotus sect members are contacting everywhere to prepare for the anti-Yuan, that is what a good man and a real man should do! Fourth brother, let's join the rebels! ”

Zhu Qiwukou was agitating Zhu Chongbadao.

Only when the identity of the fourth brother Zhu Chongba has become higher, can his identity rise with the tide.

In this way, the rewards of the system can be enhanced and better.

Such a messy world, even if you nibble on roast chicken every day, it's useless!

If you can get the reward of saving your life, that's the way to go!

However, for Zhu Wuqi's persuasion, Zhu Chongba refused without hesitation.

"Seventy-five, what nonsense are you talking about, what kind of rebels are you going to vote for! It's all eaten with your head, and if you lose your head, you'll lose a lot of money. Zhu Chongba reprimanded.

"Brother! The food in this temple is either coarse grain or wild vegetables, what is there to be nostalgic for! Zhu Qiwu was simply heartbroken.

The life of the monks in Huangjue Temple is not so good.

In addition to the abbot, lecturer and other upper-class monks live a fairly good life, the rest of the ordinary monks have to work every day to sprinkle and sweep, or to reclaim the wasteland and grow vegetables, and when they are idle, they have to wash and scrub, and they are not idle all year round.

Such hard daily work is exchanged for two shoddy meals a day, and they are often deducted and harassed by the fire-headed monks.

Zhu Qiwu has had enough of it.

"Qiwu, have you forgotten how delicious it was to be able to eat a bowl of coarse grain rice when we were asking for food along the street! After such a hard time, the days in the Huangjue Temple are not much better than then? Zhu Chongba shook his head and said.

"Brother, if the monk food of this Huangjue Temple can't be eaten, what should I do?"

Zhu Qiwu suddenly asked.

Zhu Chongba was stunned, obviously not thinking about this possibility.

However, he quickly shook his head and patted Zhu Qiwu on the head with a smile: "Qiwu, don't think nonsense, I'll ask the abbot for a little novice for you first, mix half of the monk's food, wait for two years to grow up, and then turn monks, wouldn't it be great for our brothers to live here in peace for a lifetime!" ”

When Zhu Qiwu heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

I don't know if it's because of his inexplicable appearance, Zhu Chongba doesn't have the slightest domineering, and he just wants to be a stable monk for a lifetime every day.

Zhu Chongba stretched out his hand to wipe the meat oil on his mouth, afraid that others would see the flaws.

"Okay, we can't stay any longer, I haven't finished brushing the abbot's urine bucket yet, but I can't let him say we're lazy!"

Zhu Chongba threw down a sentence and walked out of the firewood room.

Looking at the back of Zhu Chongba diligently brushing the urine bucket, Zhu Qiwu really had a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"Brother, you are willing to brush the urine bucket for the rest of your life, but I don't want to!"

Zhu Qiwu thought that if he had been trapped in Huangjue Temple, his status would not change in the slightest, and the high-level rewards of the system would not even be touched, and he would not even know what the rewards were.

In this chaotic world, there is no way out except to join the army.

"If you rebel, it will be glory and wealth and countless rewards!"

"If you don't rebel, it's just one roast chicken a week, plus a day of wild vegetables and coarse grain rice, oh...... And you have to brush the urine bucket for the old monk, dry! ”

The more Zhu Qiwu thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, and the more he thinks about it, the more depressed he becomes!

"No, I have to think of a way to force my brother to make him jump out of the rotten place of Huangjue Temple!"

"In this way, he is good to me!"

As a result, Zhu Qiwu began to re-examine the causes and consequences of Zhu Chongba's defection to the Righteous Army in history.

Zhu Yuanzhang in history originally planned to be a monk in peace.

But Fa Xiaotanghe, who grew up together at that time, had just joined the Righteous Army, and soon sent a letter, wanting to win over Zhu Yuanzhang to join the Righteous Army.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang did not agree, this letter was exposed!

The monks of Huangjue Temple wanted to accuse Zhu Yuanzhang of colluding with the Red Turban traitors.

In desperation, Zhu Yuanzhang fled from Huangjue Temple and went to join the rebels.

"Tang He participated in the righteous army for the twelfth year, and now it is only ten years of the righteous army, if you wait for Tang He to join the righteous army, and then write a letter to force Zhu Chongba, I am afraid that Lao Tzu has been brushing the urine bucket for more than a year at that time!"

Suddenly......

Zhu Qiwu had a plan in his heart!

"That's right, since a letter can force the rebellion against the elder brother, whether it is written by Tang He or written by Wang He, wouldn't it be able to achieve the same effect?"

The more Zhu Qiwu thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible.

Immediately, he walked out of the firewood room quickly, and slipped through the wall to the abbot's room in the front yard!

In the scripture room, there are not only many Tibetan scriptures, but also the four treasures of the study.

Zhu Qiwu looked at no one around, quietly entered the scripture room, took out a pen and paper and wrote a fake letter!

Where to check......

It is a name of 'Liu Futong'.