I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

The old village head is the village head of the nearby villages and also the most devout believer of Pushan Temple. He goes to the temple to burn incense and offer money on the first and fifteenth of each month.

Because he visited frequently, the abbot of Pushan Temple even received him and personally blessed him, saying that he was quite wise.

If he didn't have a large family to support, he probably would have become a monk at Pushan Temple.

Today, he brought the villagers to block the area; the abbot sent him.

The army that set out from the capital is going to destroy the Buddhist kingdom. The abbot doesn't need to summon him; he will come on his own.

Destroying the Buddhist kingdom is no different from killing his entire family.

However, just as the villagers were about to be persuaded, the old village chief shouted sternly:

"Shut up, all of you!"

The villagers immediately fell silent and all looked at the old village head who was leading the group.

"I've been a village head for half my life. I don't know many words, and I haven't read many books, but I do know the simplest and most straightforward truth."

"If it's not yours, don't take it. If you do, what's the difference between that and stealing or robbing?"

"The eminent monk is not from the Great Zhou Dynasty, why force him?"

"Why not the Great Zhou?" Zhou Biao continued with his twisted logic: "Once the Buddhist Kingdom becomes the territory of the Great Zhou, the eminent monks will belong to the Great Zhou. Wouldn't it be even closer if we were all family?"

Upon hearing this, some of the bolder villagers stepped forward and said to the old village head:

"Muramasa, he's right. The family will be closer together then."

"Now that we belong to two countries, there are many restrictions on eminent monks coming to our Great Zhou. Since we are all part of our Great Zhou, the situation is completely different."

The villagers' thinking is very simple: good things should belong to their own family.

Even if it's not yours, you should find a way to make it yours.

The old village chief glared at him fiercely, his anger rising:

"My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful and capable woman in the village. So, according to you, she's yours now? Trying to steal her away?"

The villagers immediately shut their mouths and dared not speak.

He wouldn't dare; even if he had the desire, he wouldn't have the guts.

……

"I don't care, if you don't give me an explanation today, none of you are leaving!" Old Village Chief waved his arm, acting like a rogue.

If he can handle this matter well, he will become the number one believer of Pushan Temple, which is an honor to think about.

Perhaps the abbot of Pushan Temple will sit down with him and discuss Buddhism, and even take him to the Buddhist kingdom to see the Buddha.

If that's the case, then his life has been worthwhile.

Seeing that the village chief had said so, the villagers all followed suit and echoed his sentiments.

"Explanation? What exactly do you want? Didn't I just give you an explanation? You believe in Buddhism, so we'll turn the monks from the Buddhist kingdom into monks from our Great Zhou. Isn't that enough? What else do you want? We can't have it both ways," Zhou Biao said.

Some things cannot be forced.

Old Man Zheng took the hoe from the person next to him, gripped it tightly, and said, word by word, "But some things can be done, such as His Highness the Crown Prince immediately returning to the capital and never disturbing this pure land again!"

That was his real purpose in bringing the villagers here.

He didn't care who the crown prince wanted to attack.

However, one cannot attack his Buddhist kingdom.

That was the last pure land in his heart.

It must not be disturbed or trampled upon.

Anyone who dares to trample on it will lose their life.

If they wanted him dead, he would fight them to the death.

"Hey, you old codger, trying to bully me, huh!"

Zhou Biao rolled up his sleeves, glared at him, and said, "When I was being tough, you old codger were still crawling around in the beds of young girls and wives in the village."

After saying that, Zhou Biao jumped off his horse, grabbed the long knife in his hand, and walked over.

The villagers were terrified and retreated one by one.

Old Village Chief also wanted to back away, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

"W-What are you going to do?"

The old villager stammered.

"What are you doing!"

Zhou Biao glared like a bull, holding a knife in one hand and grabbing the old village chief's collar with the other. "I'm going to chop you up!"

"What are you looking at? Chop him up, then it'll be your turn."

Zhou Biao didn't forget to glare at the other villagers.

The villagers trembled with fear.

He took off running, leaving his farm tools scattered all over the ground.

Soon, only the old village head remained at the scene.

Old Village Chief was so frightened that he wet his pants, and his body slumped down uncontrollably.

He clasped his hands together and begged for mercy, "My lord, my lord, spare my life!"

Smelling a strong odor of urine, Zhou Biao disgustedly released the old village chief and quickly took two steps back. "Pah, another bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong."

"Get out of here!"

"Okay, okay." The old village chief's legs went weak, and he staggered with each step, trying to escape.

Seeing that he had dealt with the villagers who had surrounded the road so easily, Zhou Biao turned around and gave the crowd a victorious gesture, with a smug smile on his face.

But no one said anything, they just pointed behind him.

Zhou Biao frowned in confusion, but still turned his head back.

Suddenly, another group of villagers gathered around, led by a strong, muscular man.

The villagers who had just fled, as well as the old village head who hadn't had time to leave, were brought back by them.

"Old Liu, why did you wet your pants from being so scared?"

"You're so old, stop making a fool of yourself. Just step down and let someone more capable take your place."

The burly man saw that the old village chief's crotch was soaked and laughed mockingly without any attempt to hide it.

The old village chief, though quite old and embarrassed, still pointed at the burly man and lectured him: "Wu Chuang, don't be so smug. You're just relying on your youth. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, and crossed more bridges than you've walked roads..."

But before he could finish speaking, the burly man named Wu Chuang interrupted him, saying, "Alright, alright, stop talking. I've heard these words so many times I'm sick of them."

Ignoring the old village head, Wu Chuang looked at Qin Li and his group.

"So this is the Crown Prince's group? Which Crown Prince are you? Step forward and let me see!"

"I've lived this long and never seen the Crown Prince before. The son of a dragon, let me see if he has dragon horns."

Upon hearing this, the villagers behind Wu Chuang burst into laughter.

Zhou Biao stepped forward and angrily shouted, "Are you tired of living?!"

After saying that, he put the knife to his neck.

Unlike the old village chief's reaction, Wu Chuang was not afraid at all, and didn't even panic.

He even leaned his neck forward and said, "If you've got the guts, then chop me down with one stroke! Come on, chop me down!"

This was the first time Zhou Biao had met someone even more arrogant than himself, and he was taken aback.

"If you're too scared to cut, then get the hell out of my way! You're a coward!"

After cursing, Wu Chuang walked straight over.

Zhou Biao realized what was happening and was about to chase after him and slash him with his knife.

If a troublemaker is allowed to act so arrogantly, how will he ever get along in the future?

But Qin Li, on horseback, gently shook his head at him.

Zhou Biao was unwilling, but he still put the knife away...