Everyone looked at each other weakly in silence.

"It seems that some of them also know that the mountain gods cannot protect the people of this county." Zhang Feng stood up and said: "After the execution today by Shopkeeper Xing, take someone with me to Dongshan."

"Yes..." Master bowed and saluted.

"This..." The four old men also thought about it for a while, and finally said cruelly: "Sir... if you don't dislike us, we are also willing to go!"

"That's the best." Zhang Feng nodded and glanced at everyone, "I'm not one to judge with just one word. I also know that the main reason why a temple can be demolished is the people."

Zhang Feng walked toward the door, "Because every time spring begins, people will go to Dongshan to offer sacrifices as in the past.

But of course it would be inappropriate if the temple were to be suddenly disturbed.

But these things are all trivial and cannot be broken or established.

We can't let a false god continue to enjoy the incense of our county in vain?

And now, I am still a little curious, is this mountain god fake? Or is there someone obstructing it, allowing outsiders to pretend to be the mountain god and eat the incense of our county? "

"Your Majesty, please take this seriously!" When Li Laocai and others heard the words "stealing incense" and "destroying temples," they hurriedly knelt down, as if they wanted to prove their innocence and had nothing to do with this matter.

"Of course the ones who can eat the incense are the monks and demons." Zhang Feng turned around and looked at them, and pointed out something else: "It has nothing to do with you. I, Zhang Feng, am not a person who surrenders and makes innocent people scapegoat."

Zhang Feng knew what they were thinking and heard their "worry".

They were afraid that when they demolished the temple, they would not be able to explain to the people, and then they wanted to use them as scapegoats to divert the trouble eastwards.

For example, when I demolished a temple, the people were unwilling and said that they couldn't demolish it because it would cause disaster.

But as long as he comes to know that 'the incense has been eaten by someone among the four shopkeepers', or 'this is a scam by a certain old man and the cultivation sect that comes for overhaul and rectification every year, he wants to steal tax revenue in the name of the mountain god.

Fifty-fifty split and the like'.

Wait until these words come out.

These shopkeepers must have been scolded to death.

The temple must also be demolished, and the demolition will be loud.

He will also be able to fulfill his title of Master Qingtian.

Because in the final analysis, people worship gods every year, and there are still floods, droughts, and earthquakes, so we are somewhat suspicious.

Coupled with the people's hatred for Sun Laocai and Shopkeeper Xing, they can easily find another Laocai to take the blame.

Then this plan to divert disaster to the east is logical.

It's just that Zhang Feng didn't bother to use this strategy.

It was as if he was afraid of some mountain god and found some reason.

For example, after the mountain god found out that the temple was demolished, he really came over and said, "I thought it was a few old rich people who did it, and I didn't mean to offend the mountain god?"

I don't know how to use this trick. Instead, I will tell the mountain god that I think it is useless and I just want to dismantle it. So what's wrong with it?

To put it more simply, to use the words of Brother Tao from the previous few worlds, as a local magistrate, how can I allow outsiders to collect protection fees? I can just accept it, and if I don’t do anything, I can’t bear it.

"The temple must be demolished today."

Zhang Feng came to the door of the house and looked at the people in the house who were still thinking. "Prepare axes and tools, and prepare some lamp oil and fuel. Make sure that after today, no trace will be left in the mountain temple."

"Yes..." The master followed and walked out, but suddenly asked: "Sir, what did the city lord say..."

The Dongshan Temple is somewhat of a big deal, and it needs to be reported to the 'Prefect' at the higher level.

A magistrate is a city lord who is in charge of dozens of counties thousands of miles away.

Lord of Huaihe City.

It just takes time to talk to him and react to him.

Then it will be time for discussion.

The main key now is time.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment, then looked at his master and said, "Send someone to Hehuai City and inform the city lord."

"Doesn't this matter wait for the city lord's decision?" The master was stunned.

"Why didn't you report it?" Zhang Feng saw the master in trouble and asked a police officer next to him, "We should pass on the message and demolish the temple. There is no conflict between the two."

"Eh..." When the master saw that the master had indeed made up his mind, he didn't say much and went to the backyard to get people ready to dismantle the temple equipment.

And as time goes by.

When shopkeeper Xing carried out the execution at noon, there were crowds of people outside the execution ground, all shouting that he should be killed.

Zhang Fengde came here empty-handed, sat at the front, threw down his token, and watched the executioner execute the beheading.

For a time, the people's morale was greatly boosted!

But later.

Zhang Feng did not have much contact with the people, but after hearing that the master was ready, he took people to the Dongshan boundary.

It is about ten miles away from Qiguang County.

On the way, I heard from my master that Dongshan is a majestic mountain about thirty feet tall.

There is also a huge platform at the top of the mountain, which really seems to have been flattened by an immortal with sword energy, and a mountain temple was built on it.

Time also passes.

When Zhang Feng came to the foot of the mountain with more than a hundred guards and a dozen policemen, he swept his consciousness and saw that people in Baili Village and Town in Qiguang County had begun to come to Dongshan to worship.

They held sandalwood and sachets in their hands, chanting "Blessings for a good harvest" in their mouths. They always looked at the mountain peak, ready to climb up the mountain and light the sandalwood.

There are also people who came early from the village forty or fifty miles away and walked for a long time before arriving here.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw that although the people on the road were a little tired, they were more pious about making a pilgrimage.

Those who are able to afford it even bring some fruits with them and go to the temple to pay homage to the mountain god.

Look at the whole picture with your spiritual consciousness.

There is a mountain peak standing in the forest, with this place as the center, surrounded by pedestrians coming and going in an endless stream.

"My lord has come to worship the mountain god!"

"Magistrate Hongxian also comes to pay his respects in early spring every year..."

When the people who came to worship saw Zhang Feng coming, they also saluted one after another and made way for a path leading to the mountain.

Zhang Feng nodded to them one after another. When he reached the top platform, he saw a temple of about 500 square meters in front of him.

Inside are people kneeling and praying, and there is a mahogany statue more than two meters tall at the top of the center.

He looked like a kind old man, his eyes slightly downward, looking at the people who came to pray in the temple.

One hand reached forward, dragging an east mountain that seemed to have shrunk ten million times.

Press down slightly with one hand and hold a crutch made of a tree trunk.

Zhang Feng glanced twice and then walked forward.

Crash-

The guards who followed also carried fuel and hay and entered the temple.

There were also several policemen standing in front of the temple to stop the people who had just gone up the mountain, and the area around the temple was under martial law.

At this time, a shopkeeper who came to pay homage was confused and asked Li Laocai, who was standing next to the policeman, "Executive officer Li... what is going on..."

"Wait a moment..." Shopkeeper Li remained silent and looked at the master who walked out of the temple after being given instructions by Zhang Feng.

"What's wrong?" The people were even more puzzled and panicked when they saw such a posture and saw that the smell of fuel began to fill the temple not long after.
Chapter completed!