Chapter Fifty-One: Finding Evidence

  He reluctantly retreated, originally ready to leave. Liu had prepared two plans, one was to find evidence, and then not hurry to kill these monks, take advantage of their drowsiness, let Zhang Kaihong send people to capture them all.

  The second way is like now, if you can't find evidence, then just kill all these monks and disguise yourself as a Khitan bandit to take revenge!

  This is easy to handle, just write a few slogans on the wall of the courtyard.

  The problem is, suddenly letting Liu Bei kill so many people... thinking about it, this is over 200 lives, even killing chickens would make one's hands soft.

  No, I heard that the abbot of Bao Lin Temple is no longer there. Several senior monks are competing fiercely for the position of abbot, and this fat monk does not have it in his hands. Do other monks have it?

  Liu Bu-yi suddenly remembered this and thought that someone with the ability to contend for the position of Fang-zhang would naturally not be able to live in a monk's quarters like a large dormitory.

  No need to say, Liu Bei circled around again. Soon he discovered a small courtyard. Fortunately, an old monk inside was still quite honest and was sleeping soundly, not getting up to any messy business.

  Liu Buji suddenly entered the room, and the old monk was startled awake. In a changed tone of voice, he shouted: "Thief has come! Quickly come and catch the thief!"

  Liu Bu-yi sneered and said with a wicked tone: "You can shout, even if you shout your throat hoarse, no one will come to save you!"

  Thinking about it again, I feel disgusted. If the person in front of me was a beautiful young woman, maybe there would still be some interest. But this old monk who is fifty or sixty years old... has goosebumps all over his body.

  "Cut the nonsense, where is the valuable thing? Bring it out quickly!" Liu said with a cold face.

  The old monk's face changed, and he took two steps back, with an attitude of giving up his life but not his wealth.

  Liu Bu didn't bother talking nonsense with him. Looking at the old monk's sly gaze towards the bed, he knew what was going on.

  The old monk's bed was much simpler than the large, intricately carved bed that the fat monk had slept in earlier. It seemed to be just a simple wooden platform. It was strange that all these monks liked to hide things under their beds.

  He didn't bother with the old thing anymore, and as soon as he went up, he wanted to flip the bed over. The old monk actually dared to block his way in front of the bed. Liu was so annoyed that if he wasn't afraid that they wouldn't be able to find anything later, he would have sent the monk to see Buddha by now!

  In this world, there aren't even any ghosts, so where would divine spirits come from? This monk can't even see the Buddha himself.

  With one kick, he sent the old monk flying, and Wen Da Tian Shi suddenly lifted up the bed board, only to be immediately dazzled by wave after wave of silver light.

  This old monk's residence is naturally less luxurious than that of the fat monk, and the interior is simply decorated.

  However, at this moment, the bed board was lifted, and it was found that the ones supporting the bed board were all silver bricks. Each one is almost as big as a green brick, and each one weighs about 10 or so kilograms?

  That is to say, there are at least over a hundred taels under the bed. Tens of thousands of silver coins! Does this old monk emit silver light in his dreams when he sleeps?

  The old monk once again fearlessly threw himself onto the silver brick, with a look of determination to defend it to the death.

  But then Liu Buji asked in a low voice: "It seems that you are really not afraid of death? Well, I've heard that the silver stained with blood is particularly refreshing to spend!"

  The old monk closed his eyes, his whole body trembling with fear, apparently scared out of his wits, yet unable to move away. It was unclear whether he truly wanted to risk his life to protect his silver or if he had forgotten to flee in terror.

  "However, I can give you a chance. Speak up. Where is the evidence of your collusion with that Zhu Cang guy? If you tell me, I'll spare your life?" Liu Bu Yi said with a light smile.

  The monk suddenly opened his eyes wide: "So, so..."

  "Are you going to talk or not? If you don't, I'll kill you and search slowly... Anyway, everyone in your temple is already dead, so no one will save you!"

  The old monk's body was trembling as if he had been whipped several times, and the commotion here had lasted for half a day without startling anyone. It made him believe Liu Bei's words that all the monks outside were really dead!

  "I said, I said..."

  The old monk suddenly collapsed on the ground, his spirit completely collapsing.

  Soon, Liu Bu Yi found the evidence of their collusion with Zhu Cang. The gold, silver and jewels were hastily hidden away, but these evidences, they actually didn't take seriously at all, and directly threw them into the temple's accounting room...

  Since the abbot of Bao Lin Temple died, the temple has been in complete disarray. Several senior monks do not get along with each other and only care about making money for themselves. As a result, no one is willing to take charge of the temple's affairs.

  "These fools!"

  When Zhang Kaihong saw these letters, he was simply unbelievable. This is a letter from the abbot of Xiangyang Lumen Temple to the monks of Baolin Temple, asking them to pay attention to recent movements and cooperate with Zhu Cang at the right time.

  After hastily reading through several letters, Liu Buji finally understood the monks' plan. It turned out that they were preparing to wait for the Khotan Khan bandits to breach the city, and then lead their elite monk soldiers to drive them back.

  In this way, they can naturally maintain their Buddhist reputation without being drunk. As for Liu Bu-yi, there will be a hundred ways to deal with him in the future.

  "So that's how it is. I was wondering why these monks were so stupid. They actually colluded with the Khadan thieves and killed thousands of people in Yincheng. Even if they wanted to deal with their own kind, it wouldn't be like this, would it? It turns out I was overthinking."

  This was originally their means of spreading the teachings, as long as they rushed out at critical moments to save the city. Thinking about it, it's clear that the Buddha's reputation would be revived, and even reach its peak.

  It's just that something went wrong in the end, and those monks didn't show up after all. Instead, Wen Da Tian Shi used a sniper rifle to save Yin City.

  This letter is so important that whoever reads it will not leave it behind, and it must be burned immediately. At the very least, even if it's kept as evidence, it must be hidden well.

  But unexpectedly, the monks of Bao Lin Temple directly threw these deadly things into the accounting room, and no one even bothered to take care of them! It can be seen how chaotic the temple has become.

  Liu Bu-yi sneered and selectively destroyed the letters that mentioned the monks who would come to rescue them, leaving only those that implicated the traitors as evidence.

  "There is also a witness!" Liu said calmly: "Many monks in the temple knew about it, they had originally agreed with Zhu Cang that after taking down the county town, they would not disturb the property of Bao Lin Temple..."

  He muttered to himself, actually the monks in the temple knew that they would have to come out and defeat the Khagan bandits. Even coming out to supercross the fallen brave warriors, winning people's hearts.

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  Thanks to Brother Flash for the reward, but the collection during Sanjiang period was not ideal. Are there no brothers who collect? If Da Tang is written badly, then try to write a little less...

  Everyone can rest assured, even if I were to be beaten to death, I will still finish writing this book...