"Don't bully people too much!" Zhike monk stood up from behind the fat monk with an angry look on his face.

"Zhi Guang retreat." The fat monk signaled Zhi Gu monk to retreat, and then looked at Chen Guang in front of him and said, "Since Mr. Chen has separated the temple fields of Bujie Temple, why bother to force others?"

Chen Guang said in a faint tone: "Monkey, I always treat everything equally when doing things. Why don't I pay the grain tax on Bujie Temple? Do you have your foreheads on your head?"

"You!" The fat monk showed anger on his face.

The other monks standing around him glared at Chen Guang, looking as if they could eat his flesh raw.

Chen Guang ignored the gazes of the monks around him, turned to a grain tax official behind him, and asked, "Have you notified Bujie Temple about grain tax?"

"I have notified it, and the young monk knows, I told him in person." The grain tax official pointed to the guest monk standing behind the fat monk with his hand.

Chen Guang followed the other person's finger gaze, then looked at the fat monk in front of him and said, "My monk, my people have notified you. I think the tax and food are ready. Move it out by myself, so that you and I can save trouble."

"Amitabha." The fat monk clasped his hands together, "Master Chen, if you are so forced to Bujie Temple, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Buddha and will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation after death?"

As the abbot of Bujie Temple, after receiving the notice from the town at the foot of the mountain to pay the grain tax, he never took it seriously, let alone prepared the tax grain.

Bujie Temple has been built for so many years and has never paid any taxes. The Buddha's things have never been in and out.

As the abbot, he could not break this rule.

Chen Guang curled his lips and said, "If Bujie Temple dares to resist taxes and not pay, I promise that you will definitely be reincarnated before me."

"So there is no discussion at all?" The fat monk's face darkened.

Chen Guang said: "My Monk, you Bujie Temple is a prosperous place in the ten miles and eight villages. There are temple fields in the temple. They eat white skin and wide body. Logically speaking, they are not short of that little grain tax, so why bother with that little grain tax? You must be clear that you will not end up with the good fortune if you dare to resist taxes."

"Amitabha, when you were dividing the fields, I monk and Bujie Temple fully supported me. For this reason, I took out more than half of the fields to give to the poor people at the foot of the mountain. Now I have to force Bujie Temple to pay the grain tax. Is it really unwilling to give Bujie Temple a way out?" The fat monk said indignantly.

It is impossible to pay grain tax. Once Bujie Temple pays grain tax this time, Bujie Temple will no longer be able to enjoy tax exemption in the future. So he knows that he must not give grain tax freely.

Chen Guang's face turned cold and said, "Monkey, I'll ask you again, whether to pay the grain tax in Bujie Temple or not, what will the tax resistance end? You should be able to think of it yourself."

"Amitabha." The fat monk clasped his hands together and stopped talking.

Chen Guang narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "I'm shameless, the grain tax official."

"At." The grain tax officer stood up from behind.

Chen Guang said: "Take people into Bujie Temple to charge grain tax. I heard that the Buddha's body in Bujie Temple hall had been brushed with gold powder, and scraped off the gold powder on the Buddha's body to cover grain tax."

"Yes." The grain tax official agreed and called a few soldiers to break into Bujie Temple.

"Stop them." The fat monk suddenly shouted.

The monk standing around took a step forward, blocking the way for the grain tax officer and others to go to Bujie Temple.

At this time, a group of big men holding sticks and sticks rushed out of the gate of Bujie Temple, raised the sticks, and blocked Chen Guang and others.

The fat monk retreated to the back.

"Monkey, you really want to be stubborn to the end. Since you dare to die, then I dare to bury it." Chen Guang looked at the men holding sharp weapons in front of him and were covered in fleshy faces. He spat fiercely on the ground, no longer being polite.

The fat monk standing behind the crowd said, "If Mr. Chen brought his people back to the mountain now, I would like to burn incense for Mr. Chen every day and pray to the Buddha to bless Mr. Chen for his blessings for Mr. Chen for his life."

"It seems that my army of tiger flags has left, monk, you are braver, too." Chen Guang took two steps back and said, "People's Soldiers."

A full team of peasant soldiers, thirty-eight people, plus two gunners and a tiger squat cannon, a total of forty people came.

When Chen Guang's order was issued.

A forty-person peasant soldiers appeared among the monks of Chen Guang and Bujie Temple.

Thirty-two long spears were pointed at the men holding knives and sticks in front of them. Six peasants holding clamps also lit the fuse at this time, and the muzzle pointed at the direction of the fat monk.

The tiger squat cannon was also pressed to the ground by two peasant gunners, and was loaded with gunpowder and iron sand.

The policeman standing next to Chen Guang whispered a few words in his ear.

Chen Guang's eyes swept over the men holding swords and sticks in Bujie Temple one by one, and finally looked at the fat monk behind the crowd and said, "Bujie Temple actually hides dirty things, even the officials wanted by the government. Master, your affairs are so big, now it's not just a matter of tax resistance."

The policeman just now told him that several of the men holding Park swords were wanted criminals in Yanqingzhou.

The fat monk behind the crowd changed his face.

There were indeed some important criminals in the court in Bujie Temple. After all, Bujie Temple also had to do some shameful things. Ordinary people could not do such errands. Instead, these wanted criminals were very useful because of their wanted relationship.

"Tax resistance, plus the secretly hiding wanted criminals, monks, it seems that you don't want it anymore." Chen Guang asked coldly.

"You forced all this. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless." Seeing that things had come to this point, the fat monk had no way out, so he simply broke the jar and destroyed it, and ordered, "Kill them, fifty taels per person, and the wine and meat are enough."

Ordinary people can't even spend ten taels a year, and the fat monk promised fifty taels at once. These men holding swords and sticks were all like chicken blood, rushing towards the peasant soldiers.

Although the peasant soldiers were trained according to the regular army, and their armor was not worse than that of the border soldiers, they had never been on the battlefield and had never seen blood. When they saw so many vicious men pounced on each other, many peasant soldiers turned pale, and several peasant soldiers were even scared to take a few steps back.

"Breaking the gun, breaking the gun."

Chen Guang saw panic in the array of peasant soldiers, and knew that once the monks from Bujie Temple rushed to the front of peasant soldiers, those who had never been on the battlefield would definitely be distracted and would flee without others' actions.

Several peasants holding muskets were busy loading gunpowder for the muskets in their hands, but their trembling hands spilled all the gunpowder onto the place.

Seeing this, Chen Guang stepped forward, took off the musket from the other party, bit off a paper bag of fixed gunpowder, poured the gunpowder and lead into it, and tamped it with a strip.
Chapter completed!