The raindrops were very heavy, swept by the strong wind and fell on the bluestone slab, making a dense sound like a bean-burning sound.

"Sir, it's raining."

Jianzhen carefully led Lin Cunzheng and others into the main hall and greeted Li Chongrun, who also came in to hide from the rain.

"Yeah, it's raining."

The master and apprentice seemed to be talking nonsense, but Jian Zhen looked at Li Chongrun with a strange look, "Sir, can there be something evil in this temple?"

"Just coincidence, it's just a strong convective weather. The weather is hot and humid, and it's easy to rain."

Li Chongrun was also a little surprised. He just wanted to take these children out to practice military training, and avenge the little monk Jianzhen, practice the way for heaven, etc. It was nothing more than a casual gimmick. Who knew that it really came true. As soon as the monk temple was broken, it really rained.

Yang San and Gongsun Lan rushed over with a few dirty monks in the rain. Fortunately, a village chief pointed out and recognized the monks on the spot as the leading figures in the temple. I thought they were just thinking about escaping from the back mountain while they were in trouble, but Yang San and the others blocked one on the spot.

The wind had stopped outside, but the rain became heavier and heavier. The rain lines of the sky were weaving into curtains, sprinkling layer by layer on the bluestone floor, forcing away the originally a little anxious heat, and a very fresh smell slowly rose from the bottom of the mountain.

Li Chongrun glanced at Lin Cun, who was vaguely shivering, and several men dressed in civilians. His eyes turned, thinking about the rumors collected in the previous information, and felt that he had the opportunity to play.

"Muramasato, the temples here have long been infected by evil spirits. We are here to kill demons and eliminate demons. Now the evil demons have been broken by us using the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma, and the drought has been resolved. I hope the old man can help spread it, so that no longer let the ignorant villagers bewitched by the evil demons here."

Lin Cunzheng had never seen such a scene. Seeing that Li Chongrun was vaguely a leader, he only knew that he knelt down and kowtowed to him like pounding garlic. "All the immortal masters have great magical skills. The old man must raise some money to destroy this evil place, and build a Taoist temple for the immortal masters."

"We must not waste money. We just come to subdue demons and eliminate demons and have no intention of practicing Taoism here."

"The immortal master is indeed a world-class magic. Once the immortal magic comes out, the evil spirits will disperse." He said some confusing compliments, but Muramasa's eyes looked out of the hall from time to time.

"If the old man has something urgent, just leave directly. Remember to tell the villagers that you should not bewitched by evil demons again."

It was not difficult for Li Chongrun to guess what the old man had to do. As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Cunzheng got up without hesitation. Regardless of the heavy rain outside, he hurriedly took a few civilians down the mountain.

"Prince, why did Grandpa Muramasa leave so anxiously?"

Jianzhen was a little strange. How could Mummasa, who was so cowardly that he was like a rabbit, run faster than a frightened rabbit?

"Can we move this temple away?" Li Chongrun replied with a smile. "In the face of greed, all beliefs are false. I heard that we will leave immediately. The old man thought he would go back to the village immediately to call some people, and to fight some autumn wind when others didn't notice it."

Since this village can come to fight for autumn wind, Li Chongrun can do it naturally.

Although the ox cart brought by the village was already frightened and killed by the wall, Li Chongrun still requisitioned the cart without hesitation. The secret room was full of money. Li Chongrun asked the students to move a lot and piled up the two cars. Fortunately, it was not far from the canal. The marked boat had already stopped on the canal and ran back and forth twice. Most of the ill-gotten money that the monks had accumulated for many years were moved to the boat by Li Chongrun.

Some of the women and children in the Zen room were forced and some were voluntary, but Li Chongrun was unhappy to go and chose. He was originally going to let go, but he saw the children rushing blood toward the monks tied on the bluestone floor with blood red eyes, and smashing them with the weapons they caught to pieces, Li Chongrun felt a little sad.

Seeing that the gurgling water flowing on the bluestone floor had been stained with blood, Li Chongrun arranged for everyone to stop a few children.

"Whether you go to report to the official or return home, there is a lot of money here. Just take some of it and leave it yourself. Even if these monks pay compensation, if there is anyone who is unwilling to return home, there is really no place to go, we can do it."

Li Chongrun made a brief arrangement, but except for a few women who searched for some things, such as bags and stuff, leaving in the heavy rain, most of the rest just looked at Li Chongrun blankly.

"A bunch of poor people, too."

Jian Zhen talked to them briefly, and he, who was also a victim, soon became empathetic, and told Li Chongrun their equally tragic stories with red eyes.

After struggling for a long time, the rain did not weaken at all. Yang San's apprentice, who was staying at the foot of the mountain, broke through the rain curtain and ran over, saying that a group of people were rushing to the temple.

"Catch the team." Li Chongrun shouted. He escorted the fat abbot in the temple and some of the spoils he had finally found, and avoided the group of people who were going up the mountain from the path behind the mountain and went down the mountain.

As we approached the foot of the mountain, a trembling cheer came from the top of the mountain, mixed with a burst of curses and crying sounds, piercing the endless rain curtain and reaching the ears of everyone who bowed their heads and rushed to the road.

Jianzhen was originally a little worried about the monks tied to the mountain gate, but seeing that everyone looked deaf, even the women who used to sleep with them had no sympathy. Then he sighed silently and lowered his head to join the rushing team.

The sound of rain became heavier and louder, covering up all the greed, regret and anger. Only a line of black-clothed Taoist robes were left, leaving behind a series of shadows in the dim sky.

Since we arrived in Yangzhou, the building ship borrowed from His Highness the Princess came in handy for the first time.

After getting off the boat at the workshop, and despite the many things on the boat, Li Chongrun rushed to the intelligence office in the middle of the warehouse in the heavy rain.

"Sister Bing'er, send someone to take all the Taoist priests in Yangzhou City."

"Send some people to visit Jianzhen's house and see what rumors have been spread recently."

"It's very urgent, remember to hurry..."

"What new discoveries have the prince made?"

Bing'er thought that Li Chongrun had found something amazing in the monk temple, and was a little puzzled. He didn't know what Li Chongrun had discovered, but he actually wanted to gather all the Taoist priests from Yangzhou. Could it be that he found any demons in the monk temple?

When they heard that they were back, Wang Rong rushed over from the classroom with a very delicate umbrella. He looked at the mountains of wealth on the boat and the smile on his face became very bright.

"What a rain." Wang Rong shook the rain on his umbrella and greeted Li Chongrun with a smile.

"It's really a good rain." Li Chongrun replied with a hint. I don't know if he was answering Bing'er or responding to Wang Rong's greeting.
Chapter completed!