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    There was a fight in Mengjiacun, and it was still at the Heroes Temple.

    Mengjia Village was originally an inconspicuous village. Because Fucheng chose the Heroes Temple here, it became lively and famous, and more refugees came to it than other places.

    When there are too many people, friction and disputes are inevitable, but after the officials quickly drove the guilty refugees out of the government boundary and turned the guilty villagers into refugees, everyone just said hello to me when something happened. There were fewer disputes, even if there were disputes.  I also tried my best to resolve it privately.

    The Temple of Heroes is the most popular place in the whole mansion. In troubled times, temples, Taoism, gods and Buddhas have all been turned into clay sculptures and wood sculptures. The general public is more willing to come to these places that can truly protect them to make wishes.

    The Heroes Temple is always lively. People come here not only during the Qingming Festival. Family members who miss their loved ones often come here to sit and talk to their dead relatives. You can also meet other similar people and talk to people who share the same illness.  Be more relaxed and happy.

    In addition, the surrounding villagers, passing traders and passers-by will also come here to have a rest

    The Heroes Temple is supported by the government, and old or disabled soldiers are selected to take care of it. Free porridge and hot water are provided. Those whose relatives are buried here can eat and drink for free, and people passing by can also eat and drink for free.

    Of course, most people passing by don¡¯t eat and drink for free, so they put down a few coins to show their appreciation. Although the porridge here is not as good as restaurants in towns, it is still very economical, safe, fast and convenient.

    So even though there were a lot of people here early in the morning, many people gathered around them immediately after the fight started.

    Actually, this is not called a fight. To be precise, it is an old man holding a dung fork attacking a young monk holding a wooden staff.

    The young monk¡¯s wooden staff was always hanging on the ground. He moved it gently from side to side with one step or two, avoiding the angry and crazy old man.

    "You, a monk, should obviously feel compassion for all living beings, how can you call Mrs. Chu who also suffers all living beings an evil ghost!"

    Is it the monk who scolded Mrs. Chu?  The onlookers had complicated expressions and did not step forward to hold the two men down.

    "How can you scold Mrs. Chu?"

    "It's not right for you, a monk, to do this."

    "Are you jealous? Mrs. Chu has robbed you of your incense."

    Some are persuading, some are sarcastic, and all are talking in confusion.

    The old man was panting and sweating profusely in the cold winter, and his beard and hair were disheveled. It didn¡¯t look like he was beating someone, but that he was being beaten.

    "You, you monk, where did you get the water and bread I gave you earlier?" he shouted, "They were all given by Mrs. Chu. If you ate them and scolded her, I might as well give them to you."  Feed the dogs cakes.¡±

    He beat him fiercely and scolded him harshly, but Monk Mu was neither impatient nor annoyed, his expression remained unchanged, and his breath was not disturbed at all. He turned slightly to one side, and the dung fork hit him from the side.

    ¡°Husband, she killed your son,¡± he said.

    The old man jumped off the ground, red tears streaming down his face: "My son died killing thieves and protecting the common people. He is a hero."

    The wooden monk gently raised his wooden stick, and the dung fork slid aside. He looked past the old man at the temple: "She also killed these people."

    People around him were shocked. Even though he was jealous and cursed at others, he actually wanted to confuse right and wrong.

    "You monk, you must be a lunatic!"

    Everyone shouted, not knowing how to refute this crazy statement, because it was so unreasonable.

    An older man passing by understood and smiled: "The monk said that Mrs. Chu asked everyone to serve as soldiers, so they died in the war, right?"

    Monk Mu looked at him but said nothing.

    The elder continued: "Monk, you are wrong to think that way. In troubled times where rebels are rampant, if you don't fight, you will be killed, and your whole family will die. If you become a soldier, you will be killed by the rebels, but you will save your family's lives."  , the family can survive, he died for himself and his family."

    Monk Mu said: "Have you ever thought that he and his family would not have died?"

    What?  original?  Who could have imagined this?  The people watching were startled.

    Monk Mu looked at the dark stone tablets and names in the hall: "Many of them would not have died in the first place."

    The elder looked at Monk Mu like a lunatic and smiled helplessly in sympathy: "There is no original or what-if in this world. Master, you can't even understand this, but you can't live up to your clothes."

    The body of Monk Mu is like a bamboo, and his eyes are like a deep pool: "It's because you can't see it, you can't understand it, you are chaotic and think evil ghosts are gods."

    The old man poked him with a dung fork: "You are a crazy monk talking nonsense."

    Wooden monk¡¯s clothesbsp;These words have been said by officials everywhere since the attack on Mrs. Chu, and they have been conveyed to every village. The reason is not hidden from everyone. The group of rebels who attacked Mrs. Chu were dressed in disguise, and some villagers were not careful.  The village was massacred.

    The old man blushed and lowered his head after being told by the official leader. He was too greedy for that morsel of food, and seeing that this man was a monk, he forgot the government's instructions. In these troubled times, people wearing monk robes are not necessarily Buddhas. Wild wolves can still  Put on some clothes and turn into a human being.

    After appeasing the people, the official leader took people back to the city to report. When he saw the county magistrate, the official's expression was not so relaxed.

    "A few days ago, we said we saw this monk in Wujiang, and now he appears here. There was no trace of him leaving in Wujiang, and we didn't find any news of him coming in. This monk is really extraordinary."

    To be honest, what he saw today made him feel a little nervous, thinking that this monk was either a god or a monster.

    The county magistrate was promoted by an old official. According to private information, he gave a lot of money to a retainer of Mrs. Chu

    "However, the old official is smooth and calm. He has seen many strange things in his long life, and he is not surprised when he hears about gods and ghosts.

    " Daxia is in chaos. Everything in this world is normal. Old officials often sigh calmly like this.

    After listening to the officer's words, he twisted his beard and said calmly: "There is no airtight wall in this world. No matter how hard you guard, there will still be fish that slip through the net. Since this monk is determined to act, he can naturally avoid the checkpoints. If others are capable, there is no need to destroy our own prestige."  , do our job well, whether we can be caught or not depends on God¡¯s will.¡±

    Officials can only take orders. This county magistrate only does what the superior officer tells him to do, and ignores other things. If he doesn't work hard, he won't be perfect. As long as the county does not disturb the people's peace, it will be fine. The old officials are like this. They are naughty and just  I just want to live my life without seeking merit, but Shangguan doesn't dislike it

    The official could only follow the county magistrate and do what reassures the superior officer. He should carefully write down the discovery of the monk and report it to the higher-level government and forget about it.

    They have too much to do. A spy is very scary, but thousands of people cannot be wasted just because of one spy.

    New Year is here, and the crackling of firecrackers in Huainan Road is constant. In a small town in Xuanwu Road, which is not as stable as Huainan Road, there are occasional firecrackers.

    Chen Er threw a bamboo tube into the bonfire, listened to the banging of firecrackers, grinned, and then clapped his hands and shrank his shoulders and walked into the room.

    Xiang Nan was also smiling under the indoor lights, holding a letter in his hand.

    The corners of Chen Er's mouth dropped: "You don't like Mrs. Chu very much. You haven't memorized her letter yet, and you still want to read it."

    Xiang Nan smiled at him: "Seeing the words is like seeing the face. What's the point of only memorizing it? Of course, it must be seen in front of your eyes at all times."

    He was so shameless, Chen Er choked and stared.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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