"Are they crazy?"

"Even if there is pressure from the Dao Gate, if the Vajra Temple does such a thing, the Maha Temple will clean up the portal."

"How could Fujitouda do such a thing?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chu Qianqiu couldn't believe his ears at all, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

The Kongoji family has a great business, and life is very comfortable.

In Fengzhou, it is completely at the level of the emperor of the earth, asking for money and money, women and women, and believers and believers.

The Maha Temple can't manage too much, except for the respect of the imperial court, they are completely their own small kingdom.

What is the need for them to make such crazy moves?

He even wondered if Fei Ping had deliberately made himself a feud with the King Kong Temple in order to retaliate for this action.

"I'm just guessing." Fei Ping's voice was much weaker.

"It's ridiculous, but it seems to be true."

"If you lie, you wouldn't make it up so far." Chu Qianqiu quickly forced himself to calm down, he couldn't be rash, he wanted to know the truth of the matter.

No matter how amazing, no matter how unbelievable, the truth is the truth, and the facts are the facts.

You have to know the truth, not the lie.

Chu Qianqiu took a deep breath, stared at Fei Ping with his eyes and said:

"Tell me all your guesses, and I'll be able to hear them."

"Yes, Lord Chu."

Fei Ping was a little surprised, he didn't expect Chu Qianqiu to calm down so quickly, he was really ambitious.

"If the hungry people first rebel, then they are defeated and captured by the imperial court."

"Rebellion is a heinous sin."

"At that time, if the senior monks of Vajra Temple go over again, the Maha Temple will not interfere."

Fei Ping said in a low voice, all of this was figured out by himself.

But he thinks he's close to the truth.

"This court is a cultivation tool in the holy land of martial arts, whether it is the Maha Temple or the True Martial Sect, their philosophy is to be moderately involved in the world, but they also rarely intervene excessively, so that Confucianism can call the wind and rain in the officialdom."

"To prevent excessive involvement in the time of dynastic change."

"Therefore, it is the proper duty of the imperial court to suppress the rebellion, and the Mahaji Temple will naturally not say anything."

"What difference does it make if the rebels are killed by the executioner with a knife or by the eminent monks?"

"Maybe for those Diao people, they will be surpassed by the high monks of King Kong Temple, and they can still say that I am a Buddha with compassion."

"At least it won't be that painful."

"My lord, isn't that reasonable?"

Fei Ping commented calmly, while secretly watching Chu Qianqiu's reaction.

"Good, good!"

"Sure enough, it's my Buddha's mercy!"

"Very reasonable, very reasonable."

Chu Qianqiu laughed angrily, he felt that he was also well-informed, and the two demons, Dao Zhen and Buddha and Demon, had personally seen them, and talked and laughed with them.

But this time I was still shocked by Fei Ping's idea.

"I don't know which hero came up with a trick."

"Fei Gongzi is really a hero and cherishes a hero, so he can have such a heart."

Chu Qianqiu even had an undeserved anger, because he knew that the design of this set was very ingenious.

The famine in Fengzhou was the root cause, and the one behind the Kongo Temple was just a gentle push and was ready to make a profit.

If a large number of hungry people rebelled and were suppressed by the imperial court, their fate would either be beheaded or exceeded.

I'm afraid that for ordinary rebels, being overtaken by the Buddhas may have less pain.

Killing you is also merciful.

Chu Qianqiu put aside the annoyance in his heart, and had to admit the subtlety of this design.

Even if the King Kong Temple is a little cleaner and does not hinder the entry of Lingzhou grain, you will even praise it

Promote his mercy and make the rebellious hungry suffer less.

And the Buddhas of Kongo Temple, their hands are always clean.

Such a method of killing people is even full of artistic beauty.

"It's all my own guess." Fei Ping lowered his voice and added.

"Then why did Kongoji do this? Do you have any guesses?" Chu Qianqiu asked in a deep voice.

If Fei Ping's conjecture is correct, then he is tantamount to intervening in a rather large conspiracy in the King Kong Temple.

This is only the tip of the iceberg of the conspiracy, and it is not his sole business to overtake the rebellious hungry people and lead them to Elysium.

"I don't know." Fei Ping shook his head, indicating that there was only so much he knew.

"Where is that Fujitouda lately?"

"I don't know." Fei Ping took a deep breath and said stubbornly.

"You don't know?"

"Since the end of the experiment, my uncle's whereabouts have been unknown, and he only negotiates with his father about other matters."

"My father mainly cooperated with them to control the flow of grain into Fengzhou, mainly relying on the influence of the grain industry."

"We told other grain stores to wait until the price of grain in Fengzhou rises to 200 wen yuan a catty, and then ship it over, and the benefits will be greater."

"This is also the idea of the Fengzhou side, they are going to squeeze out the remaining fields and cemeteries, and we will also offend people by transporting grain over now."

"The current food price is not high enough."

"The affected area in Windy State is not big enough."

"Without the Vajra Temple to do all this, in fact, the Fei family's grain store would do the same."

"It's just pushing the boat down the river."

"Kongoji needs to get a clear answer, and we will sell a favor along the way."

Fei Ping was also single, and even said the original plan of the Fei family grain store very frankly.

And Chu Qianqiu didn't dwell on this matter, and continued to ask:

"Then who is most likely to know the whereabouts of Fujito."

"Except for my father, I am the old butler." Fei Ping replied briskly.

"The old butler is also an inner disciple of the King Kong Temple, and he is of the same generation as his uncle."

"I can join the Kongo Temple, and the old butler is also the matchmaker."

Fei Ping's words reminded Chu Qianqiu of the white-haired old man who fought last time, wielding a hundred-pound Zen staff, and after using the secret spell, his strength was actually in the middle of his own, and he was very powerful.

It turned out to be an inner disciple of the older generation of Kongo Temple.

Although the inner disciples can't cultivate the supreme treasure book, their cheats are also the mastery that many people in the rivers and lakes dream of, such as the "Buddhas and Dragons Sutra" and "The Great Divine Power Dharani Sutra" are all peerless studies that are expected to be martial arts, and the lowest evaluation is also blue.

After eighty years of cultivation, it is natural to become a refinement.

After Chu Qianqiu got the information he wanted, he said with a somewhat pleasant face:

"Fei Gongzi, you did a good job, our deal was established."

"Thank you, Lord Chu."

"You're welcome."

"Just I wanted to ask you."

"You're also a Dharma student, what do you think in your heart?"

"When I die, I will go to Infernal Hell, but my surname is Fei."

Fei Ping's eyes were very clear, he knew what he was doing, a great benevolent man who was in Xingcheng for disaster relief, but planned a huge famine in Fengzhou.

"It's good to have this realization."

"When you see the Buddha, say hello to me."

After speaking, Chu Qianqiu slapped his palm and sent him to the western sky.

"Thank you."

These were Fei Ping's last words before he died.

"I'm still angry."