An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The sound echoed in Qingxuan Palace, buzzing and going around the beams.

Although they were impassioned, the three of them were veterans of the industry and were used to saying one thing and another, and they would definitely not be moved by a few words. Besides, as Yuan Zhuo is the emperor, who needs to call a few monks into the palace to discuss it?

They are not Taoist priests and cannot predict bad luck, so what is the use of calling them here.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Yuan Zhuo was not annoyed. Anyway, his words were just to set the tone. To put it mildly, they were nothing more than showmanship and polite remarks. He didn't expect to fool these three old foxes into it with just a few words.

If they were really that stupid, they wouldn't be able to sit in the chair of a temple.

"Three masters, please share your thoughts. I also want to hear what compassionate Buddhist disciples have to say."

The three of them sighed helplessly, wondering what Yuan Zhuo meant by what he said. How could they not understand it? How can we be merciful when they have come to kill people? The last words point to them.

They didn't want to answer, but Yuan Zhuo had the attitude of breaking the casserole and asking for the final answer. He couldn't avoid it!

Baoshu thought for a while, stood up and said, "Amitabha, barbarians entered the palace and assassinated him. This is an unforgivable crime!"

Then he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Eunuch Feng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sneer in his heart, this treasure tree was really naughty. The attitude is correct, but that's all there is to it.

But Yuan Zhuo doesn't care. What he wants is their attitude. As long as you stand with me, it's fine. As for whether you want to pay or not, well, that's not up to them.

"Do the other two Zen masters think so too?"

"Yes." The two stood up and performed a Buddhist salute.

What can I say if I don’t say yes at this time? There is a great master next to him who is watching eagerly!

"Okay! Okay!"

Yuan Zhuo smiled while stroking his hands. Although his tone sounded joyful, the expression on his face was that the conspiracy had succeeded. He looked at the three of them not as if they were looking at people, but as if they were looking at the food in the warehouse.

"Sure enough, Zen masters are all good people!"

"The notes given to me by the cabinet say that the monks occupy mountains and become kings. They show off their power and show off their power in an arrogant manner. What's worse, they collude with officials and businessmen to resell land and hoard goods. They bully men, dominate women, kill, and set fires. That's all evil."

"It doesn't seem so exaggerated now, don't you think?"

The three of them were so frightened by the series of accusations that they broke out in cold sweat. They waved their hands and said with a smile, "Those are all exaggerations. How can a monk miss the worldly fame and fortune..."

Yuan Zhuo, who had just sat down, took a sip of hot tea and said with relief, "I think so too. It seems that the cabinet cannot fully believe it. We still need to listen to different voices in order to govern the world well."

"Now it seems that those officials are eager for quick success and make random excuses without checking clearly. The cabinet is also responsible and is responsible for the oversight! My dear friend."

Eunuch Feng replied, "My servant is here."

After thinking for a while, Yuan Zhuo ordered, "Wait a minute and ask the cabinet. Are they already so busy that they don't even have time to conduct verification? Can they afford to file a random report to frame Zhongliang?"

"Slave, I'll go in a moment."

It was just a show, Yuan Zhuo just told the three people. As for whether he would ask the cabinet, hehe, could it be that Eunuch Feng didn't understand the meaning of his words?

Having said this, Yuan Zhuo didn't want to make excuses anymore, "Three Zen masters, I want to conquer the barbarians in the north and restore peace to the world. However, the soldiers have enough food and grass but there is still a shortage of food and grass. I don't know what clever ideas the three Zen masters can come up with." To relieve my worries?"

At this point, if the three of them don't understand what Yuan Zhuo means, they would be fools. So Baoshu stood up first and said respectfully, "The emperor's intention to restore peace to the world is a great good thing! The barbarians repeatedly invaded the border, which is really hateful! Although Lantuo Temple is small, it still has a heart of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. The poor monk made the decision and stored food in the temple. Sixty percent will be donated to the soldiers.”

"I only hope that the soldiers will fight to the death in front of the formation, with His Majesty's love for the people!"

The other two people agreed one after another and expressed their intention to donate 60%. But Yuan Zhuo's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at the three of them with a smile, seemingly not hearing what they said.

The three of them were confused by this expression and looked at each other unable to find any problems. Logically speaking, 60% is quite a lot. Is it possible that Yuan Zhuo wants 80%?

He shouldn't be so greedy, the three of them thought in unison.

"I can already see the innocence of the three of you." Yuan Zhuo was still smiling, but his bright smile clearly felt that 60% was too little.

"Your Majesty, this poor monk is willing to pay 80%!"

At this time, one must be ruthless. Baoshu's heart tightened and he raised the price in a deep voice.

Before the other two people could react, Yuan Zhuo smiled and raised his hand, "Three Zen masters, this is not a vegetable market. How can you and I make a counter-offer?"

After the words fell, Yuan Zhuo's face was full of cruelty, "No one knows how long the war will last. Not to mention 80% of the food, even 100% will not be enough!"

The three of them didn't understand what Yuan Zhuo meant.

Ten percent is not enough? Is it possible that they still need to cut off the meat for food? They are not Buddhas. What is the difference between cutting their flesh and killing them?

Eunuch Feng didn't say anything, but his hands in his sleeves had been stretched out, and the true energy in his body continued to flow. Against the background of the extremely sharp martial arts true meaning, he is like a bloodthirsty monster in the dark, ready to kill people if they can't reach an agreement.

"Daban, the three Zen masters are also kind-hearted..." Yuan Zhuo first comforted Eunuch Feng, and then said expressionlessly, "I have a suggestion. Liucheng Temple has food stored in it."

When the three of them heard the words "60%", smiles appeared on their extremely nervous faces again. But before the three of them could be happy, Yuan Zhuo's voice came to their ears, "But the fields will be returned to the imperial court, and I will send special personnel to survey them. Secondly, the disciples in the temple must farm, and 70% of the food earned will be returned to the imperial court, and 40% will be left to you. We will also send people to supervise this move until the end of the Northern Expedition!”

Yuan Zhuo's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, but to the three of them, it sounded like thunder in the sky and burning oil. To them, these proposals are tantamount to cutting off their flesh. No wonder they only need 60% of the stored grain. It turns out that they need both the stored grain and new grain.

Baoshu knelt down in fear. He could not agree to this proposal, otherwise he would become a sinner in the temple, or even a sinner in Buddhism. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this suggestion is too much. I'll be waiting..."

"I'm not negotiating with you! This is an order!" Baoshu was interrupted by Yuan Zhuo before he could finish his words.

"If I hadn't cared about my reputation, I would have cut down mountains and destroyed temples twenty years ago! It's already magnanimous of me to have such a proposal. Do you really think that I am weak and incompetent?"

"Your Majesty, even if the three of us agree, no one else in the temple will agree. Why should the Emperor make things difficult for us?" Baoshu shook his head and sighed. He would not agree to Yuan Zhuo's words, and he did not dare to agree.

Yuan Zhuo sneered contemptuously, "I think they will agree. Da Qi and the Hu people will not coexist. Either the Hu people will break through the pass and go south, or Da Qi will march north to the north of Binghu Lake."

"If the barbarians break through, do you think they will only ask for 70%? I am already merciful enough! Besides, the war will only last a few years at most. I promise that after the war is over, everything will return to normal."

After saying that, Yuan Zhuo stood up, holding the table with his right hand, staring at the three people who were thinking deeply. His patience was running out, so he simply waved his hand.

"You guys should go back and think about it..."

"Don't let me down."