The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 629 Give Me Back My Land
The three fat guys got Li Muyun's confession in advance, so naturally they wouldn't give those monks good looks, so they stood outside the cement kiln and said to a middle-aged monk with their nostrils: "What's the matter, we burn cement on our own land? You? Didn’t I say that you monks are too lenient?”

The middle-aged monk suppressed his anger, pursed his lips and said: "My benefactor, you can't say that. Of course you can burn cement, but the dust is too big, and it is everywhere in our temple. Isn't that a little too much?"

But the third fat man obviously didn't care about this, he pouted and said, "I think you can move out if you are big, no one is stopping you, right?"

The middle-aged monk almost didn't come up and was choked to death by the three fat men. He knew in his heart that the other party was deliberately finding fault, but he had no choice. Leave.

After all, this cement kiln was opened next to the temple. It might not be a problem if it does this for a day or two, but if it continues to be open for many years, it is estimated that those believers will change places.

After hesitating again and again, the middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said again: "My benefactor, Buddhism is a quiet place, and it's a little strange that your cement kiln is here..." The monk didn't say anything, and continued after a pause: " How about this, if possible, our monastery will pay for you and choose another place for you, what do you think?"

The middle-aged monk thought that he was low-key enough, but the third fat man sneered: "What? You want to touch me with money? It's amazing to be rich! Is I a poor man? I'm not afraid to tell you, I will I like the scenery here, and the cement kiln is set to open here!"

Annoyed, really irritated, the middle-aged monk endured again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, glaring at the three fat men: "This benefactor, don't mess around. You need to know that although Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, it also has Dharma protector Wei Tuo."

"Hey, are you scaring me? What's the matter, you think you have no reason to use force, don't you? Hey, come and see, the monk hit someone, the monk beat someone..." The third fat man was not an honest boy in the first place After hanging out with some dandies in Chang'an for a while, things got worse, and they just lay down on the ground and started spitting.

"Hula", with the shout of the three fat guys, the workers who were still working inside rushed out, surrounded all the monks together, and pushed and shoved.

These people said they were workers, but in fact, most of them were selected from those who Li Muyun had brought to Songzhou before. Although a few of them were not from the army, at least they were veterans who had retired from the army.

It's not good for so many county officials to surround the monks in the middle. You will inevitably miss when you push me to block, so a group fight broke out with a group of monks who were inexplicable.

Wannian county magistrate's eyelids have been twitching all this time, the left eye twitches after the right eye twitches, and the left eye twitches after the right eye twitches.

However, when a group of monks and the three fat men, the "celebrities in the capital", appeared, the eyelids of the magistrate of Wannian County suddenly healed, and they stopped twitching. Not only did the eyelids stop, but even the heart A few beats skipped.

This side is the direct descendant of King Xiaoyao, and the other side is the abbot of famous monasteries around Chang'an. Who cares about the two sides is not something he, a fifth-rank county magistrate, can offend.

But having said that, the county magistrate is not as good as the current one. No matter how powerful the monk is, he can't compare to the guy who dared to stab someone with a knife in Xiaoyao Wang. The county magistrate Wannian still knows who he should lean towards. The difference is whether the fat man can Speak his truth.

Facts have proved that the county magistrate’s worries were a little unnecessary. As soon as the three fattys came to the court, they raised their hands to speak first, and took their responsibilities completely: "Master county magistrate, I am ordering by the emperor to increase cement production to build swords. I was preparing for the cement road in the south, but these monks actually called me because they interfered with their cultivation, and I argued with them, but they were beaten by them in the end, I hope your lord will make a clear decision!"

"My lord, he's talking nonsense. It's obvious that their people did it first, and the poor monk didn't hit him." The middle-aged monk, with two dark circles under his eyes, came out of the crowd and pointed at the three fat men.

As the saying goes, what is tolerable and what is unbearable, uncle can bear and auntie can't bear, almost all the monks watched the three fat people lie down by themselves, but this guy opened his eyes and told nonsense, and insisted that he was beaten. How can the middle-aged monk endure it.

The magistrate of Wannian naturally knew that it was impossible for the monk to do it, but then again, ghosts are afraid of evil people, Xiaoyao Wang's reputation is too bad, it is obviously not wise to offend him, but the monk is different, although it is risky to offend , but at least it won't play yin.

So Wannian county magistrate pondered for a while, looked at the three fat men and asked, "Li Jiade, is what this master said true?"

"Of course not." The third fat man pointed to a slap on his face and said, "Look, magistrate, the handprint he slapped on me is still on my face."

handprint?Wannian County Magistrate looked at the handprints on Fatty's face, good guy, it's pitch-black as if he's been hit by an iron sand palm!

The middle-aged monk felt that he had been wronged, and loudly argued: "My lord, it was clearly him who beat him!"

"Fart, if you punched yourself, the thumbprint should be under the ear, but look at my face, the thumbprint is clearly on the side of the nose, how could this be punched by yourself?" The three fat men waited. When the county magistrate spoke, he explained from a physiological and physical point of view that he couldn't make such a palm print on himself.

The middle-aged monk must have stayed in the temple for a long time, and his speech is more than a little inferior to that of the fat man. After listening to his explanation, he realized it and said loudly: "You asked your companion to beat you."

The three fat men curled their lips and said: "The preface is wrong and the postscript is wrong. It is clear that you are lying and trying to hide the case from the county magistrate. Such actions should be regarded as more serious crimes."

The middle-aged monk wanted to say something more, but an old monk who followed him suddenly said, "Huineng, shut up!"

"Yes! Master." Although the middle-aged monk was unwilling, he still didn't dare to disobey the old monk's words, and retreated with his hands clasped together.

The old monk took two steps forward, bowed to the county magistrate, and said: "Your Majesty, Huineng was at fault for this matter. The old monk is here to apologize to this benefactor on his behalf. I hope that Your Majesty can give him a A chance to repent."

Seeing the old monk being so 'reasonable', the magistrate of Wannian let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master Biancai is polite, your family has something to say, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, if the disciple can really repent, the government will naturally not pursue it. "

"So, thank you, Mr. Fu, and the poor monk will leave!" The old monk didn't even look at the third fat man who was standing aside and was about to say something. He paid a tithe to the Wannian county magistrate again and brought a few bruises and swollen faces from the beating. The apprentice quit the county government.

The three fatty looked at the monks who were leaving, and jumped angrily and shouted: "Hey, what's the matter with you, it's over after hitting someone and apologizing? Hey, are you unreasonable!"

Wannian County Magistrate came down from behind the table, patted the three fat men and said: "Jiade, forget about it, boy! This matter was originally your fault, and it would be better if it ended like this. If you continue to entangle, I'm afraid It's you who will suffer."

"Why, they were the ones who made the first move, so they have to hit them a few times!" said the fat man, poking his neck.

The magistrate of Wannian gave the third fat man a look: "You are ashamed to say, take a closer look, those monks' hands are clean, but there is a black handprint on your face, you said it was done by the monks!" , who would believe it!"

"Uh..." The fat man froze for a moment, and smiled awkwardly: "I said, Old Tang, you have really good eyesight, you can see it all."

The county magistrate of Wannian rolled his eyes and ignored the third fat man. He thought that the whole of Chang'an was repairing the courtyard wall, and the courtyard wall of his house was also repaired by the third fat man. However, Li Muyun was not the county king at that time, so the two at most It is acquaintance.

And now that Li Muyun has been promoted to the county king, Fatty's status has naturally risen. He used to call Uncle Tang to Wannian county magistrate, but now it's good to change to Old Tang directly.

Fatty was bored and didn't feel annoyed, he greeted Magistrate Tang with a playful smile and was about to leave, only to be stopped.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" The fat man asked inexplicably.

County magistrate Tang sighed: "It's nothing serious, just to tell you, don't make such troubles in the future, okay? Your uncle and I will retire in half a year, and I can't stand this. If you do this again next time, go directly to Chang'an County, don't come here."

The third fat man laughed badly: "Hey, old Tang, don't worry about this matter, we are old acquaintances no matter what, and we won't cheat you, isn't it just half a year? We promise you will retire safely."

"Your words are out of line, the more you say that, the more worried I am." Magistrate Tang wanted to say something more, but he retracted the words, shaking his head and said, "Forget it, love whoever you want, later I will write my resignation."

Seeing that County Magistrate Tang seemed to be serious about it, the third fat man quickly pulled him back: "Hey, hey, don't, let me tell you, Muyun is still making big moves when he turns around, so don't retreat now, or else The benefits of getting it will fly away."

"Big move?" Magistrate Tang frowned, and shook off the third fat man: "Yes, I will write my resignation right away."

"Hey, you..." The three fatty looked dumbfounded at the back of Tang County Magistrate who was leaving in a hurry, and after a while he murmured: "This old man runs like a rabbit, so fast."

It was night, in the Xiaoyao Palace, Li Muyun was holding a chicken paw, squatting on the side of the pepper seedlings that had just emerged, and the three fat men beside him were chattering about what happened during the day.

When he mentioned the old monk, Li Muyun suddenly turned his head: "Wait, what did you say the old monk's name just now?"

"Debate talent? What's the matter?" The third fat man asked inexplicably.

Li Muyun bit the chicken paw in his mouth, and muttered: "Biancai, it sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before."

(End of this chapter)