Long live the best

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"I'm here to tell the world, no matter whether it's inside or outside the customs, or it's a sect in Jianghu, whoever dares to disobey the rules will end up like this!"

"I don't care what your status or background is, even princes and generals are the same!"

"In the final result, there must be death without a place to bury!"

The people were terrified, and the civil and military ministers broke into cold sweats.

The continuous rebellion, rebellion, and conspiracy finally angered His Majesty.

……

When Qin Yun returned to the palace, as soon as he entered the imperial study, Jin Yiwei Wuming returned to his rear.

He was panting heavily, evidently having spent some effort just now.

"Your Majesty, only one was caught, and the other got into the crowd and ran away."

Qin Yun's eyes were sharp; "Where are people? Drag them up!"

Wuming winked outside.

Two Jinyi guards came in carrying a man in black, threw it on the ground with a bang, and lifted his hat with one hand.

Qin Yun didn't sit still on the spot, but stood up abruptly.

This person is actually a monk! !

The bald head is shiny, there is a ring scar on the top of the head, the skin is bronze, and it is a bit muscular.

Qin Yun immediately thought of Chaotian Temple.

"Damn it!" He cursed a little excitedly.

At this time, the flustered monk calmed down, knelt down and saluted.

"Amitabha, the poor monk pays homage to His Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

Qin Yun was so emotional that he grabbed an inkstone and threw it at the monk's forehead.

He Sang's eyes sharpened for a moment, his body shook slightly, and he wanted to avoid it by reflex, but then he thought of something, and knelt on the spot without moving.

Clang.

The inkstone hit his forehead accurately, although there was no bleeding, it was still in severe pain, and a big lump quickly swelled up.

"Ah!" The monk screamed, covering his forehead: "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"Fuck, stop pretending to me and say, who are you and what are you doing in the market!"

Qin Yun rushed down and grabbed He Sang's collar with one hand, his eyes could eat people.

He was sure that there was something wrong with this person, and it was a big problem!

The monk panicked and said: "Your Majesty, the poor monk's name is Jie Chi, and he is a floor-sweeping monk from the outer temple of Chaotian Temple."

"The poor monk came to the market to see the excitement and see how His Majesty dealt with the bad guys, so that he could go back and talk to his brothers and sisters about the strange things they saw."

Qin Yun slapped him on the forehead with a slap!

Angrily said: "Do you think I'm a fool? Why don't you stop when I tell you to stop, and run away!!"

Jie Chi was about to cry, and lay on the ground begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, the poor monk has never seen the market below the mountain, and he ran away because he was afraid for a while."

"Your Majesty, please be clear, the poor monk really did not do anything illegal."

"Really?" Qin Yun sneered, and said sarcastically, "Your Chaotian Temple is really a big temple with many winds and winds. I can meet you even in the imperial capital, what a fucking fate!"

Jie Chi's eyes flickered, he knelt at his feet, kowtowed and said: "The poor monk was punished by the abbot to come down the mountain to do good deeds and eliminate evil."

"I was able to come to the imperial capital because I was greedy for fun."

Qin Yun naturally didn't believe these nonsense, and was ready to make a move and press him personally.

At this time, Wuming's eyes flashed, and he growled.

"Your Majesty, the black clothes this guy is wearing are the special clothes of Xingnan Cloth Village, and the sewing technique is a unique ancient method!!"

Chapter 239 Do you want to slaughter the temple?

Qin Yun's eyes became sharp, almost approaching Jizhi.

Jie Chi's face flustered for a moment, and he immediately lowered his head and explained: "Your Majesty, the poor monk doesn't know what Xingnan cloth is, nor what ancient sewing methods are there!"

"This dress was bought by the poor monk himself."

boom!

Qin Yun kicked him hard on the shoulder, as if he had kicked a steel plate: "Dog, do you think I'm a fool? What the hell did you get so much money from a monk?"

Jie Chi took advantage of the situation and rolled back a few times, crying, "Your Majesty, this poor monk saved it himself, he didn't steal it or snatch it!"

"At most, I violated some Buddhist precepts, but the poor monk really didn't do anything bad!"

Qin Yun raised his brows and snorted: "There are no cheap clothes in Xingnan Cloth Village. Even if you are a Buddhist disciple, you can't be so exaggerated even if you save money!"

"Since you don't tell the truth, well, I will deal with you, a bastard who stole incense money for Chaotian Temple."

"Come on!"

With a loud roar, a group of imperial guards rushed in.

Jie Chi thought of Cao Hui's miserable situation, panicked immediately, knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, the poor monk is a monk, you can't do that!"

"You embezzled Buddhist incense money and dressed yourself in secular brocade robes. With such a style, you deserve to be called a monk?" Qin Yun scorned.

Jie Chi said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, the matter of the poor monk is not considered to trigger the law, why don't you send me back to the temple, the abbot will naturally deal with the poor monk."

"It's not right for you to do this. Chaotian Temple is the number one temple in Daxia."

Qin Yun snorted coldly, his eyes were like a wolf's when he lowered his head: "You mean, I have no right to deal with you, the eminent monk of Chaotian Temple?"

Jie Chi trembled all over: "No... dare not."

"The meaning of the poor monk is only to say that Chaotian Temple is dedicated to the country, chanting scriptures and praying every day, and there is hard work without credit. Please forgive me."

"From now on, the poor monk must make up his mind."

Qin Yun's eyes were sharp: "I'll change the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"