Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 17 The guard of Longxing Temple!

After listening to Zhu Qiwu's explanation, Zhu Chongba immediately understood the truth.

What happened to the honest man, Zhu Chongba was also an honest man back then.

It can be said... Lao Zhu's family are honest people, under the bullying and persecution of the government, they would rather die of starvation and illness than the whole family, and they dare not say a word to the official.

But what about now?
He, Zhu Chongba, still killed the monk Zhiping in Huangjue Temple, and ganged up to destroy the bully Diao's family!

The honest man is anxious, and it is also terrible.

"Qiwu, what you said is too reasonable, then let's train these newcomers well and give us a good start!" Zhu Chongba said with a smile.

Zhu Qiwu selected about 50 youths this time.

Zhu Chongba shouted loudly to these people.

"Do you all know us?"

The young and middle-aged refugees below all responded chaotically with gratitude on their faces.

"You are our savior!"

"Master Chongba, living Bodhisattva!"

"Master Zhongba, Maitreya Buddha came to the world!"

Obviously, the characters of these young refugees are very good.

Zhu Chongba, who gave porridge to them, was very grateful, and he didn't have that kind of greedy and insufficient thinking.

"Very well, since everyone knows us, don't talk nonsense."

Zhu Chongba was wearing a blue short jacket, he didn't look like a monk at all, but more like a strong martial artist.

He raised his arm, pulled out a steel knife, and shouted at the refugees.

"The world is chaotic now, and our Longxing Temple is not a peaceful place. If there is no such knife handle, we cannot protect this Longxing Temple, and if we cannot protect Longxing Temple, we will not be able to give you a bite to eat."

When the young refugees below heard it, they immediately screamed.

"Master Chongba, even if we fight for our lives, we must protect this Longxing Temple!"

"Yes, whoever dares to touch Longxing Temple, I will fight him hard!"

"Master Chongba is our reborn parents, and we will protect them even in death!"

Hearing these people's words, Zhu Chongba was so satisfied that he looked at Zhu Qiwu.

Zhu Qiwu nodded calmly.

Obviously, Zhu Chongba is very satisfied with these young refugees selected by Zhu Qiwu.

After a few days of donating porridge, not only saved the lives of these refugees, but also let them see the hope of living.

And what Zhu Chongba said just now added a hidden threat to their hope, how could they not be impatient!
It's been a good day, only two days have passed, and it must never be gone again.

"Okay, if you all think so, then we can rest assured that from today onwards, you don't have to go outside the temple to drink porridge anymore." Zhu Chongba nodded slowly.

The young and strong refugees below panicked when they heard this.

What does this mean, why don't they let them drink porridge?

They are all honest and honest people, and they didn't react for a while.

Fortunately, Zhu Chongba's subsequent words immediately turned their panic into surprise.

"Starting tomorrow, you will eat, live, and practice in the inner courtyard and the back mountain. You will have three meals of rice and noodle cakes a day, one meal of fish every two days, and one meal of meat every five days!" Zhu Chongba said loudly.

The young and strong refugees below were instantly overjoyed.

"Three meals a day?"

"It's still rice noodles, not porridge?"

"It's fish and meat again, is it true or not?"

"The rich people in my hometown don't eat fish every two or three days!"

The life of farmers in ancient times was very difficult. Under normal circumstances, they maintained a state of two meals a day. The way to deal with hunger was to go to bed early every day when the sun went down.

What's more, for these refugees who have no food and clothing, they are already very satisfied with one meal a day.

After arriving at Longxing Temple, if he could eat porridge twice a day, he would worship Zhu Chongba as a living Bodhisattva.

It's better now, not only can I eat three meals a day, but I can also eat fish for three to five days, everyone can't believe it.

"Cough cough!"

Zhu Chongba cleared his throat and stopped everyone's discussion.

Then, he followed up.

"What we said is true, you can keep it at ease! It's just that the bowl of rice in Longxing Temple's nursing home is full and satisfying, but it's not so delicious. Whether it's training or catching thieves, it's hard work." Be ruthless!"

In fact, with such a good food standard, Zhu Chongba was a little hesitant at first.

Longxing Temple, a majestic treasure of Buddha!

Although it was opened by a group of fake monks who murdered and robbed goods, all the official procedures are true.

The recruited guards wanted to eat fish, which made Zhu Chongba feel a little inappropriate at first.

According to Zhu Chongba, three meals of rice noodle cakes a day are enough.

However, Zhu Qiwu kept insisting that he would have at least one meal of fish every three to five days.

After getting in touch with the knowledge of later generations, Zhu Qiwu knew that these malnourished refugees were young and strong, and if they wanted to become an army as quickly as possible, they must have basic fish, meat and eggs.

What Buddhist precepts, that's bullshit!

As for what food costs too much, it is not a problem with this.

It won't be long before the world will be in chaos. No matter how much gold and silver you have in your hands, no elite soldiers will be effective.

Besides, it doesn't matter if you consume a lot of gold, silver and food, they can continue to plunder the surrounding bullies.

The young and strong refugees below didn't care at all when they heard Zhu Chongba's words.

Suffering, what they are most afraid of is not suffering at all.

What they fear most is being hungry.

"Master Chongba, we are not afraid of suffering!"

"What is suffering!"

"That's right, whoever is afraid of suffering will be the grandson!"

For these, having a full meal is the most important thing.

"Okay, from now on, you will be our old Zhu's subordinates!" Zhu Chongba said with a big wave of his hand.

All the refugees, young and strong, suddenly became happy.

Such a good nursing home, I finally seized the opportunity by myself.

Finally, Zhu Chongba said that he would give a new set of rough cloth clothes to every refugee brother who joined the nursing home of Longxing Temple.

This group of refugees was young and strong, and they kowtowed and bowed happily, calling Zhu Chongba the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha.

In fact, Zhu Chongba didn't like these messy titles, and they always reminded him of the days of suffering and suffering in Huangjue Temple, so he said: "From now on, don't be a mage or a mage. I'll be like my eighth brother!"

Zhu Chongba looked like a hero in the world.

"Then let's ask you again, whose food are you eating!" Zhu Chongba asked again.

The group of refugees, Qing Zhuang, was taken aback for a moment, and then someone took the lead to answer.

"We eat the food of Brother Chongba!"

Zhu Chongba was very satisfied, and then asked again.

"Then let's ask again, whose clothes are you wearing!"

This time, everyone answered without hesitation.

"Wear heavy eighth brother's clothes!"

Zhu Chongba laughed loudly, and finally asked again.

"Then let me ask you, whose orders are you listening to!"

"Listen to the order of the eighth brother!" All of them responded for a while.

Zhu Chongba was very satisfied with the answer.

"Very good, eat our food, wear our clothes, and obey our orders!"

"In the future, everyone will share the blessings with us, and share the difficulties!"

After this agitation, all these refugees, young and strong, completely believed in Zhu Chongba.

(End of this chapter)