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Chapter 57 of the Immortal Master: Killing the Chicken to Scare the Monkey

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    "You bird official, you look like you haven't been beaten yet, right?" A fierce-looking monk shouted.  Qin Hui smiled slightly and said calmly: "What's the point of regretting my death? Of course, the court will provide compensation. I'm just worried that your Longquan Temple will turn into a Zhurong fire under the anger of the court. I'm afraid the monks in the temple will also be  We can only go to the Western Heaven to see the Buddha! That¡¯s right, according to the Taoist law, all souls must be judged in hell first, but you can¡¯t help but decide whether they can go to the Western Heaven or not!¡± The monk was even more angry and gearing up.  He was going to come up and beat Qin Hui again.  But someone in the audience shouted: "Stop" The sullen-faced monk stopped immediately and retreated angrily.  After a long while, the monk Facheng who was sitting in the seat asked: "You mean, your Shangfu will definitely take action? Doesn't he think about it? He just conquered the Northland, so he doesn't think about the popular support?"  "Conquer the barbarians by fighting with each other!" Qin Hui said with a faint smile: "Those nerds who study hard and study hard think that this sentence is just to scare the barbarians and conquer them. In fact, how can it be so simple?"  "The so-called Wu Gange means to conquer the person first and then move on, right?" The ferocious monk said with a sinister smile.  Qin Hui laughed: "This master still has wisdom. If he goes to study, he will be much better than those nerds!" The monk went up and punched Qin Hui in the eye socket.  Qin Hui fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.  The monk Fang smiled and said: "Look at me, you are still not convinced now. It must be because I didn't fight enough!" Qin Hui was lying on the ground, not angry, and said with a smile: "Actually, that's not the case. You are just withered bones in the tomb. How could it be possible?  Convinced? Although he has a calm face, he is actually complaining in his heart. If this guy really has such integrity, he should be called Su Wu, not Qin Hui. But this guy is smart, really smart.  He knows very well that if he resists to the end, there is still a chance of survival. But if he is beaten like this, he will be dead. In his eyes, it is clear that there is no chance of survival.  The monks will not be tired for long. They think that with their status and prestige, Master Wen will not dare to do anything at will, or he will have scruples. But Qin Hui knows very well that at this time, he has to think.  Stabilize the situation. Violence is far more effective than Huairou's efforts to convince the people of the North. But these monks who are used to being arrogant and spoiled by the Khitan people may not understand this truth.  . Or even if he understands, he will subconsciously turn a blind eye. The only thing he should worry about now is his own life. He doesn¡¯t want to die at all! I hope Mr. Shang thinks that he is still useful and reaches out to save him!  Qin Hui is very smart, it should be said that he is too smart, but he lacks the most important character. Master Wen understands this very clearly. The difference between politicians and politicians is not in ability.  He still has superb methods and a shrewd and terrifying mind. What politicians lack is a bottom line. They can sell everything for personal gain. But Master Wen does have great use for keeping this guy, and he wants to carry out reforms in the Song Dynasty.  To change the current situation in the Song Dynasty, abolish the useless Xiang army and even the imperial army, clean up redundant officials, and reduce taxation. The overall situation of the development of Liaodong must not be delayed. These all require an obedient and capable person in the government.  There are people to preside over, and Qin Hui, whose ability has been proven by history, is such a good candidate. Reform is a hard job in any era. Although Master Wen is not afraid, it is best to be detached.  Outside, let someone from Qin make this chamber pot. So, as long as Master Wen doesn¡¯t want this guy Qin Hui to die, of course he won¡¯t die. When Master Wen doesn¡¯t want this guy to live, he will definitely do it.  During the hustle and bustle, Liu Fa had already led his army to the vicinity of Xishan. This time, the army was swaying, armed and murderous, and its bright armor was plated in the afterglow of the setting sun.  A layer of gold. This time, three thousand troops were dispatched, and they came silently. It had already caused a sensation in the entire Youzhou City. Even when Qin Hui took a hundred soldiers to Longquan Temple, it was already known.  , no matter what they thought in their hearts, but they were watching from the other side until these three thousand troops marched out with murderous intent, countless people felt chills in their hearts, knowing that this time the monks of Longquan Temple really kicked the iron plate.  .  It seems that this time, Master Wen wants to kill him.  There are many things in the worldLove is only clear to those who are watching.  Even those Youzhou tycoons who are paying attention to the changes in the whole matter already know it in their hearts.  However, these monks in Longquan Temple have not realized it yet.  Still resorting to the old trick, they gathered and clamored thousands of tenants and serfs, surrounded the army, and even tried to repeat the same trick.  At this time, Liu Fa didn't even raise his eyes and shouted: "pass the order, anyone who blocks the army will be killed without mercy!" The flags in the army were waving, and the order was quickly passed on.  In an instant, the army was heard shouting in unison: "Anyone who blocks the army will be killed without mercy! Kill, kill, kill" Countless sharp swords were unsheathed, flashing with cold light.  Before they actually took action, the mob was so scared that they pissed themselves and ran away in all directions.  Thousands of serfs and tenants ran around crying, pushing and trampling.  Some of the weak and unlucky ones fell to the ground and were stepped on by countless big feet. In the blink of an eye, they seemed to be dead.  Several monks in charge shouted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. These Song people don't dare to kill us northerners, they are just pretending" Liu Fa sneered, took off his big bow from his horse, and pointed it.  A monk who was shouting desperately drew the bow string.  The monk grabbed a tenant and shouted, "Why are you running away? Do you want to plant the land in our temple this year?" The tenant was stunned and hesitated.  Khitan has a strict hierarchy and serious mergers and acquisitions.  He himself was poor and had no land at all. Although he received 70% of the rent from Longquan Temple, he could still survive.  If the land in Longquan Temple could no longer be cultivated, then his family would have to starve to death.  Just when he hesitated for a moment, an arrow flew from the sky like a shooting star chasing the sun.  "Whoosh" shot out of the monk's mouth, leaving only the tail feathers exposed outside his lips.  Blood spurted out on the tenant's face, and he screamed, as if he had seen something incredible.  The monks who used to dominate their life and death were now killed so easily.  Just like a chicken or a rabbit killed by a hunter.  Fear finally overwhelmed his spirit, causing the tenant to scream and turn around and leave desperately.  When other people saw that these officers and soldiers were really killing people, they were in chaos.  The escape became more and more hasty, and even the monks who were trying hard to maintain their hearts became frightened at this time and fled one after another.  The smart ones just run away, not even going back to the temple.  The stupid one fled up the mountain and back to the temple.  However, Liu Fa waved his hand and said: "This mountain has been surrounded. Don't let a single monk go!" "Kill, kill, kill!" The army shouted in unison. They were under Tianshi Wen Da,  One of the most elite troops.  Having defeated countless powerful opponents, how can you take these fat-headed monks seriously?  What's more, these thief bald men actually dared to go against the Heavenly Master, and even dared to arrest their colleagues using despicable means.  It is tolerable, but what is unbearable!  None of the soldiers had a good impression of these bald thieves.  If it were other troops, they would still be afraid of the curses of those monks, such as destroying Buddhism and being thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.  However, these troops under the Celestial Master are all Taoist believers.  Who cares about these powers?  It is still true as stated in the "Open Heaven Bible". These Hu religions were introduced to the Middle Earth by demonic gods from outside the territory and stole our luck in the Middle Earth.  Definitely not a good product!  The army blocked all the main intersections at the foot of the mountain, and then went straight up the mountain.  There are actually hundreds of monks and soldiers in that temple, who always serve them with delicious food and drink.  I usually play with guns and sticks.  When it was time to use them, everyone mustered up the courage to rush down. Some of them even wore armor. At a glance, they knew that it was peeled off from their own comrades.  "Kill" A shower of arrows shot over like locusts. Dozens of monks fell down in the midst of these powerful crossbows, bleeding all over the ground.  This time, these monks were immediately fooled. Although they practiced martial arts on weekdays, it was different from fighting in the army.  The most important formation coordination in the army is to kill, especially the troops under Wen Da Tianshi.  No one is given the opportunity to fight alone. No matter how high these monks are in martial arts, no matter how brave they are individually.  However, under the large army, they can only be massacred.  Just a round of arrow rain passed, these monks were beaten.  The mountain road is narrow, and the army is divided into countless small formations. Three or five cooperate to form small battle formations.  While using a crossbow to clear the way, he thrust his spear forward.  A Mingguang whose clothes were stripped from a prisonerThe ?? warrior monks rely on their strong martial arts skills and strong armor.  Like a crazy tiger, he danced a Zen staff made of fine iron as thick as an egg so that water could not enter it. He rushed in front of a small team, swept out the Zen staff in his hand, and smashed a soldier's chest until it collapsed and flew backwards.  .  However, before he could retract his Zen staff, three spears stabbed him from the left and right.  The monk was shocked. He took back his Zen staff and blocked it in front of him.  But his eyes flashed as a spear pierced his face.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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