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"Abbot, what are you looking for?"

The young monk serving the abbot asked.

"My account book is missing. Did you see anyone enter my room?"

This startled the young monk. As the abbot's attendant, he naturally knew what the ledger was and how important it was.

"Abbot, a lot of people have come from outside."

A monk rushed in. The abbot was already furious because the account book was lost, and seeing the monk's recklessness only fueled his anger, so he roared.

"Someone, let them in. Try to get them to donate more money for incense."

"The host is not a worshipper; he's here to cause trouble."

"Causing trouble? What kind of trouble?"

The host cleared his ears, wondering if he had just heard something about causing trouble.

"Yes, Abbot, these people are here to cause trouble at our temple."

"What's going on? Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The abbot no longer cared about the accounts. Jinshan Temple had always been highly respected among the people of the capital. Normally, let alone troublemakers, these people wouldn't dare to speak loudly when they came to Jinshan Temple.

"The host seems to be related to Journey to the West."

"Journey to the West? What does that mean?"

When Journey to the West first came out, the monks were not interested, but when they learned that it was written by Zhou Wu, they began to take it seriously. Like the common people, they collected and read it, and sometimes, when they heard something they liked, they would give rewards and monthly tickets.

As the story unfolded, the common people and monks alike believed that Zhou Wu's Journey to the West was a tribute to Buddhism.

The abbot of Jinshan Temple even thought that this was Zhou Wu showing weakness and admitting defeat, but now the people are causing trouble because of Journey to the West, which is incomprehensible.

The abbot of Journey to the West had personally read it, and even led all the monks in the temple to read it during their morning prayers, so he knew Journey to the West very well.

"Host, look at this."

"Thoughts after watching Journey to the West?"

The host started watching intently, but halfway through, he couldn't help but keep massaging his chest with his hands, his rapid breathing even making his face turn red.

"Well, Zhou Wu is too cunning. Buddha will definitely send you to the eighteenth level of hell."

What should the abbot do? The people have already surrounded our temple.

"Hmph, these unruly people, if we overthrow them, aren't they afraid that Buddha will punish them and send them to the deepest hell?"

The host seemed to have brainwashed himself, as he kept mentioning Buddha.

"Master, please think of a solution quickly, otherwise those people will break in."

Normally, the monks at Jinshan Temple would be overjoyed to see so many people, but today they stubbornly blocked the gate.

"Open the mountain gate, I want to see what these troublemakers are up to."

"Let's not have a host, there are just too many of them."

The monks standing nearby tried to persuade the abbot, saying that at this point, the people had lost their minds.

"Open it. I have been the abbot of Jinshan Temple for more than 30 years. I have seen all kinds of storms. Open the door."

Upon hearing this, the young monk dared not disobey, so he opened the mountain gate and let the abbot go out.

But in just a few breaths, the host retreated in a sorry state, covered in rotten vegetable leaves and a lot of mud-like stuff. Wait, why does this mud smell so bad? Damn, it's poop.

In an instant, everyone moved more than five meters away from the host.

"These unruly people didn't even let me explain before they attacked me. Hmph, Buddha will surely punish them."

The host, with the tightly closed door open, resumed his previous arrogant demeanor.

But before they could say more than a few words, they saw the mountain gate being repeatedly pounded by something, and it looked like it was about to break down.

The monks began to unconsciously retreat, and slowly their retreat turned into jogging, running, and sprinting.

"Boom~~~"

The temple gates were smashed open, and countless angry people began searching for these hypocritical monks, throwing the entire Jinshan Temple into chaos.

At this moment, this scene is playing out in many places, and any temple with a bad record is being held accountable.

Upon receiving the news, Li Tiancheng reacted immediately.

All the suspected monks were arrested and brought to justice. The authorities then launched an investigation. Those found guilty were sentenced accordingly, while the innocent were released.

As for the account books, in order to quell public anger, all loans were voided.

Ultimately, Jinshan Temple was convicted of crimes such as usury, forced transactions, and forcing women into prostitution. The ringleader, the abbot, was sentenced to hard labor in the mines, where he would likely spend the rest of his life. The other monks, depending on the severity of their crimes, were sentenced to hard labor, exile, and so on.

Jinshan Temple went from prosperity to decline almost overnight.

At the same time, following Zhou Wu's advice, Li Tiancheng vigorously rectified religion. No matter what religion it was, it had to be approved by the government to establish a sect, and becoming a monk also required government approval. In order to prevent officials from abusing their power, the court even imposed restrictions on the number of people based on the size of the city and abolished the rule that religious land was exempt from taxes.

Outside the capital,

Jinshan Temple gate.

Looking at the dilapidated Jinshan Temple, Tiedan couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Father, Mother, rest in peace. If it weren't for Lord Zhou, Tiedan's life would probably have ended like this. So I'm leaving the capital to seek refuge with Lord Zhou and serve him."

Tie Dan took one last deep look at Jinshan Temple. This was the beginning of his nightmare, but now it was also the starting point of his new life.

. . . . . . .

South China Sea.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. This is an eternal truth. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. This is a slogan you yourselves have shouted, so you can't blame anyone else."

Zhou Wu lit the letter in his hand directly on the candle flame, and the story turned the page as the letter burned out.

"My lord, the madam is calling you for dinner."

"Okay, coming right away."

With his worries resolved, Zhou Wuren felt much more relaxed and even ate an extra bowl of rice at lunchtime.

"My husband seems to be in a very good mood today; he even ate an extra bowl of rice."

Li Baiwei hadn't seen her husband in such a good mood in a long time; he was usually always troubled by political affairs.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry."

"Husband, have you read today's newspaper?"

No, is there any news?

"Do you still remember Jinshan Temple in the capital, my husband? It turns out they did a lot of bad things behind the scenes, and now they've been arrested."

"Pfft~~~"

The newspaper was created incidentally after Zhou Wu invented movable type printing, because Nanhai Island was practically an isolated island with limited access to information.

So Zhou Wu arranged for people to set up a newspaper. In addition to local anecdotes and stories from the South China Sea, it would also collect news from other places. The original intention of the newspaper was to relieve the islanders' boredom. However, unexpectedly, not long after, the newspaper even carried news from the capital.