Kind Boathouse must have paid taxes.
If they did not pay taxes, the Han army would march in and tear down their sect. But it was also because of this that Fangzheng knew the exact address of Kind Boathouse. After all, this world was not the original Wuxia world. It was impossible for a hidden sect to be hidden in the mountains without anyone knowing about it.
After all, hidden sects also had to pay taxes!
By the way, Fangzheng also checked the tax records of the Cihangjing Mosque. He found that the Cihangjing Mosque had existed since the founding of the Han Dynasty …
'Damn it, I didn't expect them to have hidden for so many years under my nose.'
By the way, Fangzheng also checked the tax records of Jingnian Monastery. It was indeed as he had heard before. It was a new sect that was formed last year, and the sect that guaranteed Jingnian Monastery was Kind Boathouse.
'Hmph, I see.'
After learning about this, Fangzheng understood. It seemed that the bald donkeys had been plotting against the Han army for a long time, but they had been hiding behind the scenes. Perhaps because the Han army had risen to power, they wanted to take advantage of the Han army's momentum to merge with them. After all, the improvement of material civilization and the shaping of spiritual civilization were inseparable. When people had enough to eat and drink, they would always pursue some messy things.
It had to be known that even in the modern era, there were still people who prayed to the gods and worshiped Buddha. Even if Professor Fangzheng existed in this era, it was normal for some of the citizens to be fooled.
After all, phone scams could still fool quite a number of people every year.
Now that Kind Boathouse had gained a firm foothold in the Han army, they wanted to bring Jingnian Monastery in as well?
They sure knew how to dream.
In the following period of time, what happened in the Bamboo Forest Lake Gathering soon spread through Guiyang City. After all, the Martial Arts Circle Tournament was about to begin. The representatives of various sects and some martial artists had almost all arrived. All sorts of gossip was naturally very popular. The matter of Li Tianming inviting eight young swordsmen to attend the Bamboo Forest Lake Meeting also caused quite a commotion.
Among them, the battle of words between Fangzheng and Fan Qinghui was naturally the focal point. Of course, among the people who heard of this matter, their attitudes towards this matter were divided into three categories.
The other group was like Fan Qinghui. They believed that Fangzheng had been too harsh on the criminals. Although they had indeed committed a crime, the cruel and inhumane way of punishing the criminals was indeed too sinister and vicious. There were even 'wise men' who called for the imperial court to regulate such matters and abolish the death penalty to show the Great Han Dynasty's majestic grace ….
Towards these people, Fangzheng naturally smiled on the surface, but secretly recorded their names in a small notebook, waiting to blacklist them when he returned to the palace. Anyone who called for the abolition of the death penalty was either stupid or bad, or both. Kind Boathouse probably wanted to use this incident to increase their reputation, but to Fangzheng, this could also be considered as helping him find a bunch of black sheep hidden among the cultured people.
Don't be fooled by how happy you are now. Be careful that you don't make a list in the future.
There were still a lot of people who could plant potatoes in Siberia.
As for the second group, they firmly supported Fangzheng. Most of these people were women. After hearing about the things that the villains of the underworld had done, these women wanted to eat their flesh and bones. How could they possibly think that Fangzheng was too ruthless? Besides, Fangzheng was handsome, elegant, romantic, and handsome. In this day and age, good looks were justice!
As for the third group, although they admitted that what Fangzheng said was right, they still criticized Fangzheng. The reason was very simple. In modern terms, these people thought that Fangzheng was too ungentlemanly. He humiliated a woman so rudely in front of so many martial artists and seniors, which was definitely not what a chivalrous man would do.
Of course, the third group was the loudest, but Fangzheng did not care about them at all.
What gentlemanly demeanor? He only showed gentlemanly demeanor to his own people. If it was Fangzheng, he would have just crippled a witch like Fan Qinghui, who brought disaster to the country and the people, and sent her to the government to be a slave. Oh, right, he had also abolished the government …
Then he would send her to the Western Desert to plant trees.
This was also a form of merit …
As for those who scolded him for being ungentlemanly, Fangzheng did not care. They were just jealous that he was handsome and popular with women, so they found an excuse to scold him. It was just like how honest people would always scold those rich second generations for being ignorant and incompetent. They were all good-for-nothings on the outside, but those rich second generations did not lack women around them.
The goddess in their hearts fell in love with the rich second generation's sports car. What could they change even if they scolded her ten thousand times?
Therefore, Fangzheng treated these scoldings as the barking of a defeated dog. He did not care at all.
After all, he was handsome, talented, young, and rich. It was only natural that there would be people jealous of him. He could not let others scold him a few times, right? That was just too unreasonable, right?
In any case, these rumors spread like wildfire, making the entire martial arts circle convention a lot livelier. On the day before the martial arts circle convention began, disciples from various sects came one after another. Therefore, Guiyang City was also filled with people, looking at the disciples from various sects who came from outside the city wearing different coloured clothes.
This was a bit like the parade before the opening of a competition, but the sects were quite diligent in this aspect. After all, in this world, there was also a nine-year compulsory education system, and the various sects were similar to modern martial arts schools or technical schools. It was not impossible to accept disciples, but in the current society, there were very few families who were willing to let their children join a martial arts sect. After all, the current society was peaceful and prosperous. Everyone had food to eat and a place to stay, but the competition in the martial arts circle was the place where it was easy to see blood and hurt people. Therefore, it was not that easy to let someone join a sect.
The annual martial arts circle convention was like an advertisement for the sects among the people. Whichever sect was strong, had beautiful clothes, and had an attractive temperament could attract children who were interested in martial arts to join. Therefore, the sects tried their best to show off their sect's demeanor.
Sitting in a restaurant and looking at the disciples of the sects below, Fangzheng could not help but recall the scene when he participated in the student sports competition in his previous life.
"… Accompanied by the athletes' march, the sects circled the city once they entered. What we see now is the Huashan Sect's square formation. They are holding up the Huashan Sect's flag, showing off the heroic spirit of the Huashan martial artists. Come on, Huashan martial artists! Friendship first, competition second!
"Develop sports and strengthen the people's physique! Train the body and protect the motherland! One, two, three, four! "
"Develop national fitness martial arts and build a well-off society! Next up is the Taishan Sect. Disciples of the Taishan Sect, enter the arena! "
"Who said that women are inferior to men? The third to enter the arena is the Emei Sect's square formation. Look, they are walking in orderly steps …"
"Work hard, strive to become stronger, be civilized, and embrace victory. The next to enter the arena is the Black Tortoise Sect's disciple! They are full of vigor and spirit, displaying an incomparable youthful aura. Let us cheer for them …! "
"Forge ahead and forge ahead. Only we, the Eight Trigrams, work together and create eternal glory!"
"The next to enter the arena is the Eight Trigrams School, the Eight Trigrams School …"
Looking at the martial arts sect's fashion show and the sports competition below, Fangzheng laughed so hard that he was about to breathe.
Soon, the famous sects in the martial arts circle had all left. Next up were the smaller sects that were less famous. The streets became much quieter because of this. Finally, Fangzheng saw a group of monks walk in. They held a monk's staff in one hand and placed their other hand on their chest to pray. They looked different from the rest.
Huh?
But at that moment, Fangzheng's gaze swept past them and landed on a certain monk. As if sensing Fangzheng's gaze, the kind-looking monk raised his head and looked in Fangzheng's direction. When he saw the jade fan in Fangzheng's hand, he turned pale with fright and hurriedly tried to run away!
However, before the monk could turn around completely, he saw his vision blur. Immediately following that, Fangzheng appeared in front of him and pressed down on his shoulder.
"Yo, isn't this the Bloodhand Butcher Wang Wu? How dare you show up in Guiyang City? Are you here to turn yourself in? "
"Amitabha …."
Looking at Fangzheng in front of him, the monk's face turned livid and he saluted with his palms.
"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. My Dharma name is Shanzhi. I don't know the Wang Wu you mentioned …."
"Yeah, do you think you can write off the past just because you've become a monk? Do you think the laws of the Han Dynasty are made of paper? Since you're here, don't leave. Come on, I'll treat you to tea at the yamen. There's good Biluochun tea there. You'll definitely be able to have a sip before you die. "
"M-Master, save me! Save me! "
Upon hearing Fangzheng's words, the monk's face turned ghastly pale. He pleaded for help from the old monk beside him. He knew that Fangzheng was ruthless and unscrupulous. If he ended up in Fangzheng's hands, he might as well end up in the hands of the yamen.
Upon hearing the monk's cry for help, the expressions of the old monks around them changed slightly. They hurriedly surrounded Fangzheng.
"Benefactor, why are you making things difficult for the Jingnian Monastery? Kidnapping a disciple on the street isn't something a chivalrous person would do.
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"What? Are you harboring a fugitive? "
Upon hearing this, Fangzheng narrowed his eyes, and a ferocious glint flashed in his eyes.
"Then I'm sorry, all of you, come with me to the yamen!"
"Amitabha, I hope you'll repent and be saved!"
Upon hearing Fangzheng's words, the monks had solemn expressions on their faces. They did not expect that Fangzheng would actually have the guts to come out and cause trouble in front of so many people! Upon hearing the words of these bald donkeys, Fangzheng chuckled.
"I should be the one saying that to you. Harboring a fugitive of the imperial court is a serious crime …. All of you, stay here!"
"Whoosh —!"
As soon as Fangzheng finished speaking, the expression of the monk named Shanzhi in front of him suddenly changed. His palm turned into a sharp claw and grabbed at Fangzheng's chest!
(End of this chapter)
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