"I have offended you just now, please forgive me Master."
Chu Qianqiu quickly found a secret room in Baixiang Pavilion, invited the old monk in, and apologized repeatedly.
After all, the direct descendant of Fahua Temple, the disciple of the abbot, must always express his apology.
"Well done to my nephew. My disciple went to Guangming Temple to practice and came back. The monk held an umbrella and was lawless. I have long wanted to find someone to teach him a lesson."
"The good nephew should be beaten lightly."
"It would be better to let him vomit a few more mouthfuls of blood to let him know that there are people outside the world, and even better, there are people outside the world."
After Master Juemi recognized each other, he quickly changed his title and put on a kind smile, which made Chu Qianqiu complain in his heart.
You are truly a dear master.
How could I dare to do such a heavy trick? I'm afraid you didn't recognize me at first, and you were preparing to protect your own disciple.
It's just that Buddhism is vast and there may be some magical skills that allow him to see through his disguise and recognize that he is Chu Qianqiu.
"As for the Master, my dear brother has profound skills. He has mastered the fourth level of the Golden Bell Cover at a young age. He will definitely become a world-famous eminent monk in the future."
Chu Qianqiu recognized the young monk as his younger brother and complimented him a lot.
"My good nephew is so complimentary, so complimentary."
"That's just an incompetent disciple, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Master Juemi was obviously very happy, but he said polite words.
"By the way, what did my nephew think about the incident a month ago?"
"As the saying goes, a son inherits his father's legacy. Is my nephew willing to bear the heavy burden left by my brother Chu?"
Master Juemi suddenly asked.
If it had been when he had just traveled through time, Chu Qianqiu might have been a little nervous or even exposed his flaws, but now he can perfectly put on a sad expression and then asked
"Master Juemi, did my father really die at the hands of Daxia's spies?"
Chu Qianqiu also inquired from the bald instructor many times and got the same result.
"Hey, I don't dare to be 100% sure." Master Juemi sighed twice and continued.
"Since Tie Qianshan came to Lingzhou, the news has become more and more serious day by day."
"That mad dog doesn't like food and salt, is stubborn, doesn't like money, doesn't like goods, doesn't like sex, and is devoted to being a dog for the imperial court. He must be sick."
Even the eminent monk who was a dignified treasure always cursed when he talked about Tie Qianshan.
"A few days ago, a businessman leaked the news. He used the fake salt before leaving Lingzhou, and the mad dog noticed it."
"Lao Na and Chu Xiandi saw that the situation was not good, so they joined forces with the imperial court. The three of them chased for thousands of miles and killed the businessman and a dozen green-clad policemen."
Fake salt guide! Businessman!
Chu Qianqiu finally realized it.
No wonder Tie Qianshan is so entangled, no wonder his father-in-law is so rich.
Nonsense, selling private salt is the biggest huge profit in the feudal dynasty, how can he not be rich?
Perhaps half of Shenwu Kingdom's private salt is sold by Huang Qianhu.
Chu Baihu was running errands for Huang Qianhu.
My father is indeed a kind man.
"At that time, it was not convenient for me to stay for a long time, so I took the first step after burning my body to eliminate any traces."
"Who would have thought that that day would become our farewell forever."
"Later, Lao Na and Huang Qianhu investigated many times together, and they could only see that those people were extremely skilled in swordsmanship. The cooperation of your father-in-law and his father-in-law only left a few traces."
"From these traces, it is inferred that it is unlikely that he is from the Six Gates. Tie Qianshan does not have such superb swordsmanship. It is a bit like Daxia's Dragon Sword."
"Back then, Boss Huang killed Li Shouyi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, and the two sides became enemies. Although the Dragon and Tiger Sect didn't come to make trouble directly, a lot of our business in Daxia was wiped out by them."
"If this were not the case, there would still be a way to escape even if we met Dan Jun, the purple-clad policeman."
"What's more, Tie Qianshan's reaction doesn't look like they've found evidence. We can only speculate that they met a master halfway."
"That's why Liu Dutong immediately made a solid case and determined that he was killed by Daxia spies."
"But I can't be 100% sure."
"After all, Ziyi Detective Dan Jun has transferred Tie Qianshan and others this time, and there is no guarantee that experts will be transferred from other places."
"But the evidence has been destroyed long ago. No matter which line of information it is, it can be determined that the court has not grasped our information."
"Brother Chu Xian and Boss Huang are both impeccable people. There is nothing Tie Qianshan can do against them."
I see.
Cheap Daddy is really engaged in a particularly promising industry.
In the previous life, there were many senior role models, such as Huang Chao, Cheng Yaojin, Zhang Shicheng, Qian Liu, Fang Guozhen and other heroes. They were all salt traders.
Once the world is in chaos, it is possible to take advantage of the situation, separatist power, and become emperor.
Moreover, this is an enhanced version. The army is selling smuggled salt, and the court cannot stop it.
They are all ruthless characters.
Chu Qianqiu was filled with emotion.
A handsome and elegant monk like Abbot Juemi picked up his sword and went on a killing spree, killing more than a dozen green-clad spies from the imperial court. He relished the story, put down his butcher knife, held flowers, smiled, and recited Buddhist scriptures.
We’ve been making trouble for a long time, are we the villains?
If we were to make a TV series about catching smuggled salt, then my father-in-law, my father, Liu Dutong and others would be perfect villains.
The Shenwei Army maintains a semi-independent state, and can even open a large number of martial arts lecture halls, and extend the martial arts lecture halls to town-level construction. It is unimaginable without a huge amount of money, and the imperial court does not have such a lot of money.
The Shenwei Army sought huge profits by selling private salt, which destroyed the imperial court's fiscal revenue.
For the imperial court, it was a terrible vicious cycle.
Illegal salt is everywhere, the government's finances have dropped sharply, and it cannot support enough finances, and the situation of local semi-independence will become more and more serious.
For the Shenwei Army, it is a virtuous cycle. The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the imperial court is getting weaker and weaker.
But Chu Qianqiu had already made it clear where he stood, and the mark of the Divine Power Army on his body could not be erased, not to mention that he had never thought about rebelling.
But he needed more information, so he pretended to sigh:
"Master, my father used to have some personal secrets about this."
Since Chu Baihu is called a great benefactor, there should be some kind of performance, Chu Qianqiu secretly explored.
As expected, Master Juemi shook his head.
"My dear brother likes to read, and my dear nephew also follows him in reading more Buddhist scriptures."
"What was originally a good thing has now become a bad thing."
"I'm not saying bad things about my good brother, but it's a pity that he only read the flesh and blood, but not the marrow."
"Selling private salt is a great deed that has immeasurable merit and countless lives, but he has to hold it against him."
"Please ask the mage to teach me."
Chu Qianqiu wished that Master Jue Mi would spit out all the information, and naturally he looked like he was sincerely asking for advice.
"The imperial court sells official salt at 100 cents per pound. Can the common people in the world afford salt at this price?"
"It doesn't matter if it's expensive. A pound of salt is mixed with half a pound of sand. The imperial court forces tens of millions of people to eat this stuff. Isn't it just to make more money?"
"The imperial court can make money, but we can't?"
"Like Fengzhou and Yunzhou, people who can't afford salt have died."
"What we sell is refined salt without sand. It costs 50 cents, 40 cents, or 30 cents per pound. Isn't it a great thing to benefit the people?"
Abbot Juemi said it with confidence and no guilt at all about poaching the court.
The Shenwu court had a monopoly on the entire salt industry and sold salt at the official price, naturally to make huge profits rather than to benefit the people. The court sold salt at a high price, selling it for 100 cents per pound.
The cost of making salt is only one or two cents per pound, which means that even if a pound is sold for 10 cents, it is a huge profit of ten times, which is enough for private salt dealers to take risks.
Of course, those small traders could only make a small amount of money. Only monsters like Huang Qianhu and Shenwei Army dared to swallow up the huge profits from the salt industry, forcing the court to trace the whereabouts of illegal salt everywhere.
"My father said that he still did some things against his will." Chu Qianqiu tried ambiguously. As expected, Master Juemi is a cheerful person.
"This is really my fault."
"Seven or eight years ago, when Mazhi County came to take office, he was indeed a non-corrupt official, and he refused to pretend to be ignorant and wanted to investigate illegal activities."
"The business at that time was not as comprehensive as it is now, so he discovered the clues."
"I thought about it for a while, and realized that the secular world could not tolerate such an upright person, so I had no choice but to send him to see the Buddha."
"Brother Chu Xian should not have been allowed to help him at that time. It caused him unnecessary guilt and grudges."
Chu Qianqiu's eyes widened. This Master Juemi was indeed an eminent Buddhist monk. He killed rare and good officials in the imperial court without any psychological burden. This was an eye-opener for him.
"Master Juemi, shouldn't you feel guilty about this?"
"My good nephew should have read the Diamond Sutra." Master Juemi was still smiling, which surprised Chu Qianqiu, and he quickly replied:
"The master wants to say that all conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
"Yes, that's it."
"Buddha told us that everything in the world is false. How can my nephew be bound by the good and bad of the world?"
"It's true that Ma Zhixian is a non-corrupt official, but he only investigated the smugglers just to earn a few more taels of silver for the court. Is this a good official?"
"Then it would be a great thing if I kill him so that people can continue to buy private salt at low prices." Master Juemi is still solemn and dignified, even looking down on ordinary things.
"As the saying goes, when the jackal is in power, ask the fox."
"None of the Gong Gong princes in the court is not a wolf, tiger, leopard, or dressed like a beast."
"Mazhi County cannot deal with the salt mixed with sand that the court sells for 100 Wen, but it uses the court's laws to arrest illegal salt. In my opinion, it is no different from those criminals who commit crimes."
"It's a pity that when Brother Chu Xian read the book, he only read the skin and flesh, without the marrow, so he made a mistake."
"Amitabha, Amitabha."
He is indeed an eminent monk.
Chu Qianqiu was convinced after hearing this. Regardless of whether this statement was unreasonable or not, at least his logic was self-consistent. No wonder he could do things with peace of mind. But now is not the time to discuss right and wrong, but to further integrate with them and investigate intelligence.
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"What the Master said makes sense."
"I often say these words to my nephew because I don't want my nephew to misunderstand us. We do this business with a clear conscience. Even in front of the Buddha, we can say that our merits are immeasurable."
"It depends on whether my nephew is willing to inherit his father's legacy."
"I would like to provide low-priced salt to the people of the world and do some meritorious deeds."
Chu Qianqiu answered very decisively.
"My nephew is indeed very wise." Master Juemi seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and then said
"Today's auction happens to be a Fulong Pill, so I gave it to my nephew."
For your nephew?
"Master, the auction hasn't started yet."
Why did you just give it to me?
"This matter is easy. The only one who will snatch this Fulong Pill is Wang Rong. He can pay up to 50,000 taels."
"My dear nephew, keep these banknotes."
Chu Qianqiu's eyes widened, and there was a pile of banknotes in his hand. Each banknote was worth 10,000 taels. There were exactly 10 of them, totaling 100,000 taels.