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Chapter 45 Glory to the King!

As the voice of Zhui Ming fell, the scene fell silent instantly.

People, look at me, and I look at you.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded, as if they wanted to confirm, did they hear correctly?

Pick up the money?

An old lady who was close to the life-seeker asked in disbelief.

"My lord, is what you said just now true?"

"of course it's true!"

Zhui Ming said with a smile.

"This is the promise made by our Highness King Yan, come here!"

Zhui Ming waved his hand.

The gold and silver treasures brought by Miaozhen's presidency were placed in front of the people of Beiliang City.

After seeing the boxes of gold and silver treasures.

The common people finally confirmed that Yan Wang Qin Hao really wanted to send them money!
"It's really going to send us money, am I still awake?"

"It's true, His Royal Highness King Yan really wants to send us money!"

"These gold and silver treasures are real, long live His Royal Highness King Yan!"

"Long live His Royal Highness King Yan!!"

With the first people who took the lead in cheering, of course there will be a second.

The people are simple, and they will choose to support whoever can bring them practical benefits.

It didn't take long before the outside of King Yan's mansion in Beiliang City was filled with shouts that reached into the sky, calling for the king of Yan, Qin Hao, to live forever.

The sound that soared into the sky.

Even Qin Hao, who was located in the backyard of King Yan's Mansion, could hear everything clearly.

"What happened outside here?"

Qiu Xiang, who was leaning on Qin Hao's shoulder, looked curiously at Qin Hao with her beautiful eyes when she heard the call that towered into the sky.

Qin Hao smiled slightly.

Then he hugged Qiuxiang directly in his arms, and laughed.

"Go, go back to the room with His Highness, and I will tell you slowly when the time comes!"

"No, Your Highness, it's daylight now..."

In the backyard, Qiu Xiang's shy voice came.

"..."

"This……

Outside King Yan's mansion, perhaps the only person who felt uncomfortable hearing this frenzied call was Miao Zhen who presided over it.

You must know that all these gold and silver treasures belong to their Vajra Temple!

What does it mean that King Yan Qin Hao found it, and he was obviously cheated from their Vajra Temple.

And the most important point is that these common people nowadays are all supporting Yan Wang Qin Hao.

This has nothing to do with their Vajra Temple.

At this time, Zhui Ming had already started ordering people to send money.

Although the gold and silver treasures brought by Miaozhen and the others are in large quantities.

However, there are too many ordinary people in Beiliang City.

On average, each person can only get a small piece.

But even so, the people who led the gold and silver treasures all showed joyful smiles on their faces.

It is really too poor in Beiliang City.

More than half of the people in this city have never seen gold and silver goods in their entire lives, let alone being able to own them.

"Old man..."

When Host Miaozhen saw that Zhui Ming was distributing gold, he tidied up the Baina monk clothes he was wearing and prepared to walk over.

He wanted to spread the Buddhist teachings of their Buddhism.

It's a pity that just as he was about to act, Tie Xue, who was standing next to him, raised his hand and organized the further action presided over by Miaozhen.

"Chairman Miaozhen, what are you planning to do?"

After all, Tie Xue is a prefecture-level powerhouse.

So the host Miaozhen could only explain patiently.

"The poor monk has already agreed with His Royal Highness King Yan long ago that I will go together to feel the suffering of the people in the city!"

For this point, Zhui Ming they have long known.

Otherwise, how could they stop Miaozhen's actions?

Tie Xue looked at the host Miaozhen in front of him with a half-smile, and said with a malicious smile.

"Of course we dare not disobey the orders issued by His Royal Highness King Yan, but you have also seen the current scene, host Miaozhen. There are many common people here. If there are hidden thieves among them, then what should we do if we hurt the host?" ?”

"..."

Host Miaozhen was so angry that he had nothing to say.

He could only tilt his head silently, and without saying a word, looked at the orderly line up in front of the common people, one by one happily receiving their own share of treasure.

See this happy and peaceful scene.

Even if there are barbarians outside the Great Wall at that time, he is a strong man in the Xuan level.

Even if there were assassins who came to wreak havoc, I believe they would all add up.

Nor is it his own enemy.

Host Miaozhen is full of self-confidence, as long as Tie Xue and others don't take action, no one in this mob can hurt him.

"Then what..." Host Miaozhen coughed, and then said seriously.

"Iron-blooded benefactor, you don't know something. In order to spread the truth of Buddhism, even if the poor monk is in the eighteen hells ahead, the poor monk will not hesitate to go there!"

I saw the presiding officer Miaozhen showing pain on his face, and when he said these words, he was compassionate.

In the eyes of those who don't know, it is completely the image of an accomplished monk.

However, Tie Xue didn't reply immediately, instead he signaled Tieshou and Ruqing with his eyes.

Because if it's a fight, Tie Xue is too lazy to force you, he just goes up and slaps you.

But if it's a joke.

Iron Blood is almost that interesting.

But it doesn't matter, although he can't with Iron Blood, but Wuqing and Iron Hand can!

After getting the look from my elder brother.

Wuqing and Tieshou exchanged glances with each other, then came to the host Miaozhen's side and set him up.

Miaozhen, who was about to go, presided over it, and his body left the ground in an instant.

"You are..."

Ruthless and life-seeking, they are both strong at the Xuan level.

Besides, there is an iron blood at the prefecture level next to him, watching it covetously.

Miaozhen's presidency is really incapable of resisting.

"Master, don't mind!"

"That's right, I've heard Buddhists say that you must obey the precepts and not get angry at will!"

Standing on both sides of the presiding officer Miaozhen, supporting his ruthless and iron hands walking back, the two of them talked with each other with smiles on their faces.

"..."

You can't be angry, you have to obey the precepts?

His grandma's, you are clearly bullying honest people, right?
If it wasn't for a strong man at the prefecture level next to him, he was watching him covetously.

Host Miaozhen may have already begun to break the precept and wanted to do something.

In the past, only my Buddhism bullied people, and no one has ever dared to bully our Buddhism!
"Donor wait!"

In desperation, the host Miaozhen could only helplessly smile.

"The poor monk is really willing to die for the promotion of Buddhism, and ask the almsgiver to fulfill it!"

"The master has such determination, we understand very well."

Although they said so on their lips, they did not let go of Miaozhen's presiding over Wuqing and Iron Hands.

Instead, continue to argue with him.

"It's just that there are too many ordinary people in front of us."

"That's right, if Miaozhen chairs you and you really encounter any danger, it is really difficult for us to explain to His Royal Highness King Yan!"

The two of you said one sentence to another, which made Miaozhen's hosting a bit incompetent!
It's not easy to explain to Yan Wang Qin Hao, you bastards, you might as well let the old man die!

Host Miaozhen could only watch helplessly as the treasure he brought over began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye. In his heart, it was as if someone was cutting his flesh.

"Then what..."

The monks who came with Abbot Miaozhen saw this scene and were about to say something.

"Is there a problem?"

After noticing these monks, Iron Blood just gave these bald donkeys a look.

drink!
You must know that the aura exuded by the powerful people at the prefectural level cannot be resisted by these low-level monks.

It was just a look, which almost scared the crap out of them.

So they stepped back quickly one by one, lowered their heads, clasped their hands together, and dared not speak again.

"..."

(End of this chapter)