Zhu Wu didn't have a good impression of the monks from Huangjue Temple.
These monks owned large plots of land, but they did not engage in production and did not have to pay taxes. As long as the temple was there, the monks would have food to eat. At the very least, they could go to rich families to beg for alms with bald heads.
Meng Yuan worshiped Buddhism, and the monks had a very good life. The land tax of the temple was completely exempted, and the slightly famous monks were the guests of the nobles wherever they went.
This also caused the monks of this world to treat themselves as superior people. There was no mercy in them. They were all ruthless people. Relying on the fact that they did not have to pay taxes and grain, the monasteries embezzled land and hid their population.
They even took advantage of the natural and man-made disasters to borrow usury money.
Ordinary Han people lived worse than pigs and dogs. In the eyes of the Tartars, they were like ants. Even if they starved to death, no one would spare them a second glance. The monks, however, had carriages and carriages to go in and out. They chatted and laughed like dignitaries. Each of them had fat heads and big ears, and their faces were oily.
Therefore, Zhu Wu was extremely displeased with this group of people.
Buddha Xing was so stunned that he couldn't speak. Since he was a monk, he had never heard such disgraceful words.
"Great monk, if you obediently open the door, I will only take 80% of the food and silver from your temple. The remaining 20% will be enough for you to live through this year. If you don't know your place, don't blame me for being rude!”
"Kill them!"
More than twenty people shouted in unison, their killing intent soaring into the sky like a thousand troops!
At this moment, there were a few more bald heads on the wall of Huangjue Temple. It was obvious that a few more monks had brought a ladder over to climb the wall and look around.
"Abbot, what should we do? W-should we open the door?”
"Abbot, I-I don't want to die!”
The monks on the wall were frightened by the murderous aura of the black-clothed soldiers who stood quietly again after shouting. They were like quails, shrinking their necks and trembling.
Buddha Xing's expression was ugly. Damn it, he now suspected that even if the guard monk was at home, he might not be a match for these people.
"Warriors, let's talk things out. Why don't our temple pay a hundred stones of grain as your passing money?”
100 dan of grain was about 5600 jin. It was enough for Zhu Wu and the other 20 people to eat for a long time. However, Zhu Wu did not come to Huangjue Temple just for the grain of the Black Flag Army. He also came for the Hu Xiang Army and the surrounding villages.
He said," I say, Great Monk, we brothers have come to beg for alms, but you shut the door tightly. This is not the way to treat a guest!"”
"This temple is a peaceful place of Buddhism. I can send food to you from the wall…" Buddha Xing hurriedly said.
At this moment, Zhu Yi came to Zhu Wu's ear and said a few words. Zhu Wu nodded and said to him,""Since you've already chopped the wood, let's not talk nonsense with them. Let's break the door.”
Zhu Yi turned around and shouted,"Break the door and prepare for battle."”
In the forest behind them, four black-armored soldiers rushed out with a huge log in their arms, heading straight for the gate of Huangjue Temple.
Zhu Wu's subordinates were not only the 28 soldiers recruited by the system, but he had also recruited many young refugees.
Although the temple gate of Huangjue Temple was thickened, it could not withstand the impact of the round logs. In a few seconds, the temple gate opened with a bang.
Zhu Wu waved his hand and the soldiers rushed in.
The monks ran around crying for their parents, and the Buddha on the ladder was so scared that he almost fell off…
Soon, the monks were restrained. They squatted in the courtyard and trembled. Only the abbot Buddha Xing stood beside Zhu Wu with a terrified expression.
Zhu Wu looked at the monk squatting on the ground." You, you, you." He pointed at the three of them.
"Kill him!"
A few soldiers rushed into the pile of monks and dragged out the three crying monks that Zhu Wu pointed at. They did not care about anything else and slashed them with their sabers.
Buddha opened his mouth as if he wanted to stop it, but in the end, he did not make a sound.
Zhu Wu looked at the system interface in front of him.
As expected, the number of people who could be recruited changed from 0 to 3.
Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Zhu Wu did not have the slightest pity. These three monks were the most evil people that his third brother Chong Ba had told him about. They were the kind that could be sentenced to death.
"Big monk, take me to the warehouse. Don't play tricks. You don't want to see blood flowing here, right?”
Zhu Wu said without turning his head. The indifference in his words made the Buddha nature shiver involuntarily.
"I dare not, I dare not. Please follow me.”Buddha Xing nodded and bowed. His oily old face was full of fear. He could not speak fluently and did not have the dignity of a host at all.
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The villagers of Lone Village, including the few nearby villages, had some objections to Xu Da using Zhu Zhongba's name to gather the young and strong people in the village.
In their eyes, this was idle.
Training?
What training?
If he had that time, he might as well spend it on tidying up the fields…
However, as Zhu Wu led the Black Flag Army to show up in the vicinity a few times, the complaints in the village about Xu Da and the others establishing the "Village Guard Army" quickly disappeared.
Zhu Zhongba was still his monk, and his treatment was even better than before. After being robbed by Zhu Wu and his men, Huangjue Temple paid more attention to the martial arts in the temple.
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In the depths of Langya Mountain, a village stood in a dangerous place.
In the warehouse of the stronghold, there were piles of copper coins as high as a hill. Beside the copper coins were six boxes of silver neatly stacked. Behind the copper coins was a huge copper bell. In order to get it back, it took a lot of effort.
"Zhu Yi, is the mold for the copper coins ready?”Zhu Wu stood in front of the bronze bell and asked.
"Brother Xiao Jiu, it's done." Zhu Yi replied.
"Very good. Once this bronze bell is melted, it can be forged into at least 100,000 coins. We can recruit more refugees.”Zhu Wu.
"There's not enough food." Zhu Yi said.
"It seems that the matter of attacking A Mu 'er's manor can be put on the agenda.”
Back then, there were a thousand stones of grain from Huangjue Temple, but Zhu Wu only kept a portion of it. The rest was secretly transported back by Xu Da.
Otherwise, with so many young and strong people gathered for training, the food in the fields would not be enough for them to produce.
Langya Mountain, back mountain.
A soldier was training with a group of youths. Guo Xing and Guo Ying were among them.
These youths were also selected from the refugees. Other than training, Zhu Wu would also give them lessons to cultivate their relationship.
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One night half a year later.
In the village.
The village was very quiet.
After a tiring day, the people fell asleep.
Xu Da couldn't sleep. He thought about what Xiao Jiu had said about attacking A Mu 'er's manor in ten days.
He recalled the scene of him meeting Xiao Jiu that day.
Xiao Jiu seemed to have grown taller and stronger. There was also an indescribable temperament on its body. It was somewhat like those officials, but it was also different…He could not tell.
There were also a few warriors behind Xiao Jiu. They seemed to have been carved out of the same mold as Zhu Yi. Although their appearances were different, their expressions, temperament, and respect for Xiao Jiu were exactly the same as Zhu Yi.
This Xiao Jiu was becoming more and more like a leader!
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