Hou Xuanyan pulled off Xu Yuanbao's headscarf and sat down under his butt.

"Old monk, where have you hidden our Han women?"

The old monk knew that the other party must have had definite news, and he cursed his subordinates in his heart that he was really not enough to make a mistake. At that time, he repeatedly told him to act carefully, but the fat monk was also a man who loved to drink wine, which caused these problems.

He pointed back and said, "The Qing soldiers transported six women in total, three of which were said to be dedicated to Dorgon, and three were retained by Duoduo himself. On the day when Suzhou City changed its ownership, the Qing soldiers killed two of them, left the rest and ran away. We also kindly adopted them..."

Hou Xuanyan sneered: "Good intention to sell them to brothels, right?"

The old monk turned red and continued, "The remaining four have been sold, one in Yihongyuan and the other in Changle Building, and two are left in the wing room behind."

Everyone knew it clearly when they heard it, eighty percent of the remaining two were left as forbidden corpses by these monks.

Yang Qingshan led a monk to the wing room, opened the door and saw that there were two women wearing exposed clothes hanging on the beam of the room, and they had already died for a long time.

It turned out that after they were humiliated, they had been determined to seek death, but because these monks were very strict in their care. Today, Hou Xuanyan led people into the temple, and they finally got the opportunity and committed suicide by hanging their beams.

After Yang Qingshan came back, he approached Hou Xuanyan's ear and whispered. Hou Xuanyan's pupils gradually tightened and his fists were clenched unconsciously.

"Send someone to Changle Building to rescue the woman, and take this lust to me."

He suppressed his anger and asked with a grin, "Old monk, I think you have good fists and feet. What did you do before?"

"I went to the temple to practice at the age of eight..."

Hou Xuanyan winked, and Xu Yuanbao understood it and hit his knee with a stick. "I'll ask you again and advise you to tell the truth, we are not good people."

The old monk's knee bones were shattered, but he still gritted his teeth, which showed the demeanor of a generation of cruel people, just to insist that he was a monk who became a monk in his childhood.

Hou Xuanyan ordered Yang Shu to take someone to take a pile of firewood, lit it, and asked, "What did you do before?"

The old monk stared at him hatefully, without saying a word, his eyes were like wolves and jackals. If ordinary people saw such eyes, they would be scared to death and wanted to find a charlatan from the village to summon the soul.

Hou Xuan has seen the scene of massacre of the city for more than three times. He is more determined than ordinary people. How could he be scared by him?

He touched a stone, threw it into the monk's pile, and hit a monk's forehead.

Hou Xuanyan pointed to the monk who was hit and said with a smile: "Take him into the fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yuanbao pulled the monk up and threw it hard. He heard the monk fall into the fire and howled desperately. He tried his best to rush out, but every time he just ran to the side of the fire, he was beaten back by the guards with sticks.

Only then did the monks realize that although their group of people were evil people, they met ruthless people who were dozens and hundreds of times more evil than them.

The unlucky monk was burned for a long time before he stopped struggling. His legs and feet were interrupted by the guards, and he was unable to escape any longer, and was burned to carbon.

"I'll ask again, who are you?"

The monks all looked at their leader and shivered and dared not speak.

Hou Xuanyan touched a small stone, threw it into the sky, and took it into his hand.

At this time, a monk who was a senior in the grade struggled to crawl out and shouted loudly: "I'm going to do it, I'll say anything, don't burn me."

Hou Xuanyan stared at him and said, "Tell me."

The monk was frightened by his burned companion and dared not hide it anymore. He said it like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

It turned out that this abbot was a robber who used to be a murderer and robbery. He was a man of great reputation in Suzhou. Once, Yang Xiong went to the city to eat flower wine and was recognized and surrounded by the government. He fled to Hanshan Temple and accidentally saw the monk in the temple counting incense money at night.

The white silver completely shocked Yang Xiong. He killed people and licked blood from the tip of a knife. The gold and silver he earned were not as good as these monks. The gains in one day were as good as those who put their heads on their belts and fucked them dozens of times.

After Yang Xiong escaped, he summoned a group of brothers, rushed into the temple, and killed the abbot in charge of the temple. Only some little novice monks were left behind. They changed their appearance, and a group of thieves became monks from then on.

It’s ridiculous that those who believe in men and women were deceived by them at will. In addition, the Qing soldiers went south and the government did not notice it.

After listening to it, Hou Xuanyan frowned and remained silent.

There are many temples in Jiangnan, and the income from the incense and oil in these places can actually make a group of thieves change their jobs. An idea gradually took shape in Hou Xuanyan's mind, and every temple can send people to the yamen. Since the incense and oil money is to buy a peace of mind, how can it be cheap and not a monk who does not have to do anything about production? The days when sitting on a cushion and knocking on a wooden fish can make money, are gone forever.

Rich businessmen in Jiangnan held a lot of gold and silver in their hands, and would rather spend a lot of money to make wishes in the temple than pay taxes in full. In the Ming Dynasty, they were the worst and most barbaric tax resistance in all dynasties. They often instigated their people to besiege and kill tax collectors and resist tax violently. Then they incited literati to write about them, and praised this kind of rebellion.

At that time, these southern tyrants could also push taxes to the mud legs of the north, so that they could pay for their people and money. But now that the north has fallen, and if the taxes are not rectified, they will probably have to drink the northwest wind.

Thinking of this, Hou Xuanyan immediately realized that this matter could not be left to Xia Yunyi. He was an authentic scholar in Jiangnan. He had been brainwashed in his bones and thought that tax resistance was the righteousness.

"Let's go, go back to Gu's family, and meet my father-in-law first." Gu Youde is the richest man in Suzhou and the first businessman. As long as he convinces him and asks him to set an example, the resistance of Suzhou to close the commercial tax will be much smaller. Then I will go to Zhejiang in person, which will inevitably be implemented throughout Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Seeing him turn around and leave, Yang Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what should we do with these evil monks?"

"Hanshan Temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is an excellent place. It is set up a military camp here to station the recruited soldiers here for easy practice. These fake monks are full of evil deeds, lose all their conscience, and collude with Qing soldiers to abuse and sell Han women. Since we have lit this fire, don't waste these firewood."

Yang Qingshan's body trembled and took a breath of air conditioning. He felt a chill behind his back in the hot weather.

The commander-in-chief is a cruel person.
Chapter completed!