Temple Attendant Zhao of the Eastern Dragon King Temple in Fushun City was well known. When this Master Zhao first arrived in Fushun, he was penniless. He sought refuge with the former temple attendant of the Dragon King Temple and relied on controlling a group of beggars to make a fortune. Later on, he threw the former temple attendant into the Muddy River to feed the River Dragon King, and he himself became the number one person in Fu Shun City.
Later on, the Temple Attendant Zhao climbed up the ranks of Fushun Qianhu Office's Zhao Yihe, Zhao Daren, and could be considered to have a firm foothold in this strategic town of Liaodong. Everyone thought that Temple Attendant Zhao was a relative of Sir Zhao. In reality, Temple Attendant Zhao was related to Sir Zhao's concubine, but this did not stop Temple Attendant Zhao from bragging about his strong background.
Fu Shun City's people of all trades and nine schools, all kinds of monsters and snakes, would have to think twice when they hear Master Zhao's name. Although those with real status wouldn't care about a lowly temple attendant like Master Zhao, at least the commoners of the lower class couldn't afford to offend such a person. Even if they scolded him for being thick-skinned and black-hearted behind his back, they still had to respectfully address him as' master 'in front of him.
Early in the morning, Temple Master Zhao left his new concubine and came out of the side room. He wore the Five Mountains Crown on his head and white cloud shoes on his feet. He lit up three sticks of incense in the main hall of the Dragon King Temple, praying to the Dragon King to bless his family with peace and prosperity. After a while, a subordinate came in from outside the hall to report.
"Master Zhao, we still don't know who killed Li Er who died two days ago? The old masters at the House of Thousand Households did not care. The corpse started to stink after being stored for too long. Yesterday, they hastily threw it into the mass grave and buried it. We went to ask around. That night, Li Ersi wanted to sleep with a newly widowed girl in the city. It was said that he broke the door open, but he was hit hard with a stick. "
His subordinates had inquired quite clearly and had basically explained the situation clearly. However, Temple Head Priest Zhao frowned. He was unhappy as if he had been stabbed by a thorn.
In this Fu Shun city, the various forces have nothing to do with each other. Everyone has their own way, and snakes have their own way. They will not cross the border to infringe on the interests of others. If there was a conflict between the various powers, there should at least be a sign. Those who could negotiate would try to find someone with high prestige to be the notary, and everyone would discuss it.
Fighting at the slightest disagreement was a tactic used to bully commoners. However, Li Er's death was too sudden. This meant that the killer was someone who did not follow the rules. This must be a newcomer from the outside. He was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, and acted rashly without considering the consequences.
Temple Attendant Zhao had been in Fushun for many years. He was also a man with a family and a career. He especially disliked this kind of sudden incident. However, he had been investigating for two days, and there was no news at all. This made him even more uneasy.
"Who else is in Li Er's family?" Temple Attendant Zhao asked.
The subordinate was amused. "Li Er is just an ignorant ruffian. What family does he have? Oh, right. We didn't find that IOU on Two Zombie Li. "
Not long ago Li Er got his hands on a batch of red goods and put them in Temple Master Zhao's shop to sell. Miaobaozhu Zhao estimated the price of the goods and said that he would pay after the goods were sold. Although Li and Ren were both dead, Temple Apostle Zhao could still take the goods and deny it. But he still hoped to get that promissory note back and settle a matter that was weighing on his mind.
But the IOU was gone.
"Strange, who took the promissory note?" Temple Master Zhao muttered in his heart. Li Er was an illiterate ruffian. The circles on the promissory note represented the amount of money. However, the promissory note he gave to Li Er was not just a few dozen taels. Mother Zhang's interpretation of the promissory note was a little off, but there was no mistaking Temple Master Zhao's signature on it.
Early in the morning, his heart was stifled. Temple Master Zhao felt that Li Er's death was not that simple. He kept thinking about who killed Li Er. And the person he was thinking about was already charging towards him.
Fushun's Dragon King Temple was outside the city, on the north bank of the Hun River. The sky had just brightened. The city gates opened, and the flow of people increased. There were dung pickers, farmers, workers, merchants, and small traders. All kinds of people came in and out. A dozen men and women dressed in ordinary clothes came out of the city and silently headed towards the Dragon King Temple. Among them, there was an eight-year-old child following, but no one paid attention to him.
The terrain outside the city was open, and the grass and trees in the fields were verdant. Farmers with their heads lowered could be seen everywhere. The group of people coming out of the city walked along the field road. They first entered a farmhouse's courtyard outside the city to rest. Mother Zhang, who was in charge of scouting, set off first. She went to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense and pray. She threw some money for incense and investigated the situation.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around curiously in the farmhouse's courtyard. The well, the pergola, the millstone, the low house, everything in the village of the late Ming Dynasty in the north was fresh. The others who came with him were either standing or sitting, and they were all looking at him.
The day before yesterday, Zhou Qingfeng used the Mind Bewitching Spell to persuade the servant, Mother Zhang. That night, Mother Zhang invited her husband and an uncle from her maiden family over. Zhou Qingfeng still had ten taels of silver left in his hand. He generously invited the two honest men to drink wine and eat meat. Then, he told them about his previous plan.
The two men were not old, they were in their forties. Their foreheads were full of wrinkles, and the calluses on their hands were like nails, thick and scraping. When Zhou Qingfeng saw their rustic appearance, he was a little disappointed. Although he hoped that the people he recruited would be honest and obedient, he did not want to bring some old farmers who were as docile as sheep.
However, after trying to use the Mind Bewitching Spell to influence them, Zhou Qingfeng soon found that the two seemingly thin Liaodong men had strong willpower, and he could not influence them at all.
The border of Liaodong was not peaceful. The barbarians outside the pass fought and killed all day long, and the Han people inside the pass also lived a hard life. However, in order to survive, the men in the north all showed a kind of ruthlessness that could seize the opportunity.
After Zhou Qingfeng used his master and senior brother as a guarantee, the two sides began to discuss the details. Mother Zhang's husband's surname was Wang, and he kept drinking to drown his sorrows. Her uncle, on the other hand, was more active. Zhou Qingfeng called them "Uncle Wang" and "Uncle Zhang" respectively, which was considered close.
During the discussion, Zhou Qingfeng asked straightforwardly, "I'm very happy that the two of you can come. What do you think about what I said? If you think that I'm young and ignorant, you can go back. Today's meal is on me. If you want to make a fortune, you might as well talk about it. If you have any doubts or difficulties, it's better to talk about it earlier. "
"Young Master, you're young but you can do great things. We poor people naturally admire you. However, such a big matter, won't the master of your house come out to talk about it? "Uncle Zhang looked kind, but he did not let go of the details.
"Hehe … Let's not talk about whether this is a big matter or not. Even if it is, do you think you're qualified to talk to my master? "Zhou Qingfeng casually waved his hand, and a small fireball flashed on his finger. His spiritual power was weak now, and his spells were weak, but releasing a fireball was good for showing off. It was definitely enough to scare people.
During this period of time, Gu Yuanwei ran around outside every day, and he always felt that his little disciple should stay at home. But in reality, that was not the case at all. Zhou Qingfeng was an unscrupulous guy, and he always used Gu Yuanwei's name to fool people.
Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's sarcastic words, the simple and honest Uncle Zhang was not dissatisfied, especially when he saw Zhou Qingfeng casually release the fireball. Instead, he felt that although the child in front of him was young, he was a person with real ability. After all, the difference between the social classes in this world did exist. The superior rarely treated the inferior kindly, and it was already generous to not order them around.
"To be honest, Young Master, I used to be a member of the Zouma Gang. If there was a suitable opportunity, I would live on the edge of a knife and do some business without any capital." Uncle Zhang cracked his mouth, revealing a set of crooked yellow teeth, and laughed, "Later on, when I got older and got married, I stopped doing this."
Zhou Qingfeng pretended not to care, and waited for him to continue. But he cursed loudly in his heart, "Damn, could this family be horse bandits?"
Uncle Zhang continued, "We dug for food in the fields, and it would be difficult to fill our stomachs even if we worked hard for a year. Now that we have a lot of people, we have been looking for a backer to earn some money. Today, I came to find out if Young Master can be relied on. "
Uncle Zhang in front of him stared at him and laughed, and Zhou Qingfeng could feel that he was not someone to be trifled with. But he could only continue to put on an act, and said, "Actually, I also want to know if you can put me to use. If you are just a bunch of farmers who only know how to farm and can't even kill a chicken, then I have to find someone else. "
The old and the young probed each other, but neither could figure out the other's background. Both sides could only stare at each other in a deadlock. Just when Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was a 'cultivator', and that he should not lower himself to let the other party test him for too long, Uncle Wang, who had only been eating and drinking, suddenly threw down the chicken bone in his hand and said, "Young Master, how many people do you want to work for you?"
Oh …? Could it be that I made a mistake, and the one who can make the decision is this listless looking Uncle Wang? Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, and looked at him from head to toe.
"Temple Attendant Zhao of the Dragon King Temple only has about ten capable fighters, and there are only seven or eight who live in the Dragon King Temple every day. The Dragon King Temple is not big, and there are two entrances, and a total of seven or eight rooms. That place is remote, and if something happens, it will not be easy to call for help. But we still have to move fast, and finish this quickly. "
Zhou Qingfeng casually drew out the layout of the Dragon King Temple, and this was all written by Wang Kunpeng in his book. "I need double the number of people, and attack from the front and back door. It would be best if none of the people inside can escape. Maybe by the time we finish this, no one will know what happened? "
The layout drawn by Zhou Qingfeng was clear, and the plan was simple and feasible. He even arranged for Auntie Zhang to go to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense and scout the way. He also requested for someone to stand guard around the Dragon King Temple, and for everyone to kill their way in with their faces covered. He also arranged for someone to receive them from the back.
Is this a f * cking trick that an eight year old kid can think of? The plan was orderly, the division of labor was simple and clear, and the response was efficient and smooth. This was clearly an experienced bandit! The two old men finally realized that they had underestimated the kid in front of them. One must know that in ancient times, when illiteracy was common, it was very heaven-defying to have the ability to plan. To be able to become a commander, one must have long experience and know how to use their brains.
Although the matter in front of them was small, the entire arrangement was flawless, and orderly, which made people gasp in amazement. This was more convincing than the tiger skin that Zhou Qingfeng pulled.
"I have to set a rule in advance. The gold and silver in the Dragon King Temple is definitely more than a dozen taels, and I can get a smaller share of the money. If you want to kill or set fire, I don't care. But the loot must be distributed by me first, and you are not allowed to embezzle it. If someone doesn't listen when we kill our way in, don't blame me for being impolite. "Zhou Qingfeng felt that this sentence was the coolest tonight. The two old men were stunned by him.
"Boss is right. Back when I was in the horse gang, I also hated those who didn't listen to orders and acted recklessly in private. Everyone is in the same gang, so we naturally have to follow the rules. If they don't follow the rules, I will kill them with one strike. "It was unknown what Uncle Zhang's nerves were touched, but he suddenly shouted with extreme agitation.
"Nonsense!" Uncle Wang, on the other hand, shouted at Uncle Zhang in a low voice, "What 'Boss', this is Master Zhou Shao who wants to cultivate to become an immortal. He is very precious, and not like the bandits that were in the horse gang with you back then. Hurry up and apologize to the young master. "
"Yes, yes, yes …" Uncle Zhang hurriedly wanted to slap his mouth and apologize. However, Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand to stop him, "Eh … 'Boss' sounds good. Since we are going to rob, the title must be pleasing to the ear. Just call me 'Boss', I quite like it. "
The two men laughed heartily as well. They felt that calling him 'First Master' was quite easy.
With Zhou Qingfeng planning and commanding behind the scenes, a robbery team of around ten people was put together just like that. After two days, when everything was ready, he led the team to the Dragon King Temple and hid in a nearby farmer's house. After a while, Nanny Zhang, who went to scout for information, sent back a message. Everything in the temple was normal, and the enemy's defenses were extremely lax, so they didn't notice anything.
In the courtyard, Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wang, who were the leaders of the team, came in front of Zhou Qingfeng together and asked, "Boss, are we going to do it?"
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