The three fat men got Li Muyun's explanation in advance, so they naturally would not give the monks a good look. They stood outside the cement kiln with a slight gesture, and said to a middle-aged monk with their nostrils: "What, it's the problem that we are boiling cement on our own fields is also hindering you? Didn't I say you monks are too wide-minded?"

The middle-aged monk suppressed his anger and pursed his lips and said, "This donor, you can't say that. You can boil cement, but the dust is too big, making our temples full of people. Isn't this a bit too much?"

However, the three fat men obviously didn't care about this, and said with a lip voice: "I think you can move away because you are so gray. No one is stopping you, right?"

The middle-aged monk almost couldn't come up in one breath and was choked to death by the three fat men. He knew that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble, but he had no choice but to turn around and leave, but when he saw the cement kiln emitting thick smoke, he had to stay.

After all, this cement kiln is built next to the temple. If this happens in one day or two, it may be fine, but if it continues to be opened for many years, it is estimated that those believers will change places.

After hesitating for a while, the middle-aged monk put his hands together and spoke again: "This donor, Buddhism is a quiet place, and there is really something you have opened here in the cement kiln..." The monk didn't say anything, and paused and continued: "It's better to do this. If possible, we will pay for another place for you. What do you think?"

The middle-aged monk thought he was humble enough, but the three fat men sneered: "What? Want to touch me with money? It's so great to have money! Is I a person with a shortage of money? I'm not afraid to tell you, I like the scenery here, and this cement kiln is here to be opened!"

It's so annoying. The middle-aged monk endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore. He glared at the three fat people: "Don't mess around with this donor. You need to know that although Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, there are also guardians of the Dharma Wei Tuo."

"Oh, are you scaring me? Why do you think I ignored you and planned to use force, right? Alas, come and see, the monk is beating someone, the monk is beating someone..." The three fat guys were not honest children at first, but after spending some time with some playboys in Chang'an, he became even more violent. He lay on the ground and started to make trouble.

"Hula", with the three fat men shouting, the workers who were still working inside rushed out suddenly, surrounded the monks and pushed them together.

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

There will naturally be no good things for so many soldiers and monks in the middle of a county. If you push me and I block it, there will inevitably be a mistake. So a group of monks fought inexplicably.

The county magistrate of Wannian County has been thrusting his eyelids all the time. After the left eye twitches, the right eye twitches, and the left eye twitches. This time, the two eyes twitches together.

However, when a group of monks and the "celebrity of the capital" appeared, the eyelids of Wannian County Magistrate suddenly recovered and never jumped again. Not only did the eyelids stop jumping, but even the heart beat a few beats.

This side is the direct line of King Xiaoyao, and one side is the presidency of a famous temple around Chang'an. The two sides are in charge of who they are, and neither can offend him, a fifth-rank county magistrate.

But then again, county magistrates are not as good as current officials. No matter how powerful the monk is, he is not as good as the guy who dares to stab someone with a knife. Who should be favored by Wannian County Magistrate? The difference lies in whether the fat man can tell his truth.

Facts have proved that the county magistrate’s concern was a bit unnecessary. As soon as the three fat men came to the court, they raised their hands to speak and removed their responsibilities: "Mr. County magistrate, I am following the emperor's order to increase cement production and prepare for the construction of the Jiannan Road cement road. However, these monks actually came to the door because of the reason for interfering with their practice of reclamation. I argued with them, but they were beaten up by them. I hope the master will make a clear decision!"

"Sir, he said nonsense. It was theirs who took the first move, and I didn't hit him." The middle-aged monk came out with two dark circles, pointed at the three fat men and shouted.

As the saying goes, "It's unbearable, it's unbearable, it's unbearable, and almost all monks watched the three fat men lie down by themselves, but this guy opened his eyes and said nonsense that he was beaten. How could the middle-aged monk tolerate it?

The Wannian County Magistrate naturally knew that it was impossible for the monk to take action, but then again, gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people. The reputation of Xiaoyao King is too bad, and it is obviously not wise to offend him. The monk is different. Although there are risks of offending him, at least he will not play with evil things.

So after Wannian County Magistrate pondered for a moment, he looked at the three fat men and asked, "Li Jiade, what this master said is true?"

"Of course not." The three fat man pointed at a slap mark on his face and said, "See, the handprint he had hit me was still on his face."

Handprints? The magistrate Wannian looked at the handprints on the fat man's face. What a guy, black and black, as if he was hit by an iron sand palm!

The middle-aged monk felt wronged and made a loud defense: "Sir, he clearly beat him himself!"

"Fuck, if it was made by yourself, the thumbprint should be under the ears, but look at my face. The thumbprint is clearly on the edge of my nose. How could it be done by myself?" Before the three fat men could not wait for the county magistrate to speak, they explained from a physiological and physical perspective that they could not make such a palm print for themselves.

The middle-aged monk probably stayed in the temple for a long time, and his words were more than inferior to the fat man. After listening to his explanation, he realized and said loudly: "That was what you asked your companion to beat him."

The three fat man curled his lips and said, "The preface is wrong. It is obvious that you are lying and trying to conceal the county magistrate to make a case. If you do this, you will be punished with a higher level of crime."

The middle-aged monk wanted to say something else, but an old monk who followed him halfway suddenly spoke: "Huineng, stop talking!"

"Yes! Master." Although the middle-aged monk was unwilling to accept it, he still did not dare to disobey the old monk's words. He closed his hands and retreated.

The old monk took two steps forward and bowed to the county magistrate Heshi: "Mr. Fujun, this is wrong with Huineng. The old monk is here to apologize to this donor on his behalf. I hope Mr. Fujun can give him a chance to repent."

Seeing that the old monk was so 'reasonable', the magistrate of Wannian County breathed a long sigh 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. If the disciples really can regret it, our mansion will naturally not pursue it."

"So, thank you, Lord Fujun, I will leave!" The old monk didn't even look at the three fat man who was standing aside and was planning to say something. He once again gave a gift to the Wannian County Magistrate and withdrew from the county government with a few beaten apprentices with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The three fat man looked at the monks who were leaving, jumped up in anger and shouted: "Hey, what's wrong with you? I'll just apologize if you beat someone? Hello, are you talking nonsense!"

The magistrate Wannian walked down from behind the table and patted the three fat men and said, "Jiade, forget it! This matter is yours. It would be great if you can end like this. If you continue to get entangled, you may suffer a loss."

"Why, they obviously used the first move, so they had to hit them a few tricks!" said the three fat man with his neck stammered.

The county magistrate Wannian glared at the three fat men: "You have the nerve to say, look carefully, those monks have clean hands, but there is a black handprint on your face. You said that this was made by the monks, who would believe it!"

"Uh..." The three fat man stopped and smiled awkwardly: "I said Lao Tang, you have such good eyesight, you can see that."

The county magistrate Wannian rolled his eyes and ignored the three fat men. He thought that the entire Chang'an was in the monastery wall, and the wall of his house was also repaired by the three fat men. However, at that time, Li Muyun was not the prince, so the two of them knew each other at most.

Now that Li Muyun has been promoted to Prince, the status of fat man is naturally rising. He used to call Uncle Tang to the Wannian County Magistrate, but now he is better, and he has changed to Old Tang directly.

The fat man was bored and not angry. He smiled and greeted County Magistrate Tang and was about to leave, but was called away.

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

The magistrate of County Tang sighed: "It's nothing big. I just told you, don't make such a fuss in the future, will you do it? I'm going to retire in half a year and can't stand this. If you do this again next time, go directly to Chang'an County and don't come to me."

The three fat man smirked: "Hehe, Lao Tang, don't worry about this. No matter how old we are, we will always be acquaintances. No matter how hard we cheat no one, will we just be half a year? We promise to let you retreat safely."

"You guy is unsure of your words. The more I say this, the more I feel worried." County Magistrate Tang wanted to say something else, but he took it back to his mouth and shook his head and said, "Forget it, I love whoever I want, I will write my resignation later."

Seeing that County Magistrate Tang seemed to be serious, the three fat man hurriedly grabbed him: "Hey, hey, don't, I'll tell you that there are big moves when Mu Yun turned around. You must not retreat now, otherwise the benefits of getting them will be gone."

"Big move?" County Magistrate Tang frowned and shook the three fat men away: "Okay, I'll go write my resignation immediately."

"Hey, you..." The three fat guys were dumbfounded as they looked at the back of the county magistrate Tang's panic, and then murmured for a while: "This old guy runs like a rabbit, so fast."

That night, Li Muyun was holding a chicken claw and squatting beside the pepper seedlings that had just emerged, while the three fat men around him were nagging about what happened during the day.

When he talked about the old monk, Li Muyun suddenly turned his head and said, "Wait, what did you just say that old monk's name?"

"Are you a wise man? What's wrong?" asked the three fat men inexplicably.
Chapter completed!