High-profile King

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The time passed slowly, and the night time was not known.

Because it was the beginning of the moon, a crescent crescent slowly rose above the horizon, driving away the golden sun, and scattering the white moonlight to the earth.

In the downtown block of Chitelun, an open courtyard in the style of Osturki.

Fan McGrady sat on the seat bed under the grape truss, chanting scriptures in his mouth, overlooking the kneeling head of Man Yuan, a kind of contentment in his heart.

Because the Osturki Beast Soul Legion did not save Yi Yuan Guo Zuo, the belief of the New Moon Sect was faintly excluded.

Even he, the great imam, didn't build any temples, but bought land to build a large courtyard in accordance with the tradition of preaching in Yiyuan.

The houses facing the street are used to manage Osmanthus native goods, and the courtyards and rooms at the back are used to pass scriptures and live in.

Although the current missionary environment has changed drastically, and the ban on building scripture temples has been abolished, because Fan Meiti is too greedy, the scale of the temple he wants to build is too large, and it will not be completed for a while, so he can only temporarily stay in the original. Sermon in the open courtyard.

But even though the occasion was the same, his state of mind, as well as the attitudes of others towards Van Mehti, were completely different.

After the chanting was completed, the biting cold wind grew stronger in the night.

Fan Maiti solemnly waved his hand, and the brightness of the moonlight falling in the open courtyard suddenly brightened by more than several times, and it gave birth to the warmth like the sun, dispelling the pervasive chill.

"Praise the great new moon god, praise the pious shepherds under Mohadni, and the virtues of the great imam chanting scriptures." The believers in the courtyard felt the benevolence of the gods and the great imam's powerful methods. Praised.

"These are all sacred virtues under Mohadni, the **** of the new moon." Fanmeti said lightly after hearing the words: "The ground is shady, everyone get up."

He used to say that he was a great imam, but in reality, Yiyuan didn't even have an official diocese, let alone the ‘‘government’ type of sacrifice that can directly interfere with ordinary authority.

But now the diocese has been faintly established. Although Yiyuan’s ordinary authority cannot be tainted, but with the "Harmony Act" passed by the Congress, Fanmaidi can use the name of "religious asylum" to interfere with the law enforcement of the judiciary.

And for the Osturki immigrants in the diocese, they also have dual management powers. Not to mention life and death, but they can also make things difficult, persecute, and even secretly make people have nowhere to redress.

So he stood high on the seat bed, and Fan Meti looked at a haggard old man in the traditional black robes of Osturqi who was struggling to get up from the ground from his command and said: "Abu Yi, we Osturki people stay away. Homeland, we must unite as one.

Now that the Yiyuan government allows dual management of Osturki immigration, you should still register the "Golden Hill Business Group" with me as soon as possible. "

As the leader of the Osturki business group with the largest scale in the entire Lingdong region, although the old man looks weakened, in fact, his mind is still wise and clear, and his will is still firm and courageous.

But the current situation is stronger than people. In the face of the new moon teaching power's continuous attempts to extend to Yiyuan, a leader of a business group is not worth mentioning, let alone blocking it, even if it is slightly opposed, it will immediately become a fan. .

Even misfortunes even the family, the whole family died.

Therefore, although looking at the big imam who was initially supported by one's own hand, because of his growing greed, Abu Yi, the big imam who parted ways, bit his back teeth, his eyes were almost red with anger rising in his heart.

In the end, he held his hand to his heart, bent down deeply, followed the traditional Osturchi etiquette, and whispered: "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I will ask Apu Yixin to register tomorrow.

Later, in accordance with the traditional rules in the "Quran", pay 10:1 income to your temple. "

"Let Lannazar do the registration," Fanmety said quietly, "she appears more religious than her brother."

Apu Yixin is the eldest son of Abu Yi and the heir of the Jinqiu Business Group, who knows everything about the business group.

But Lannazha is Abu Yi's youngest and most beloved daughter. She is just 17 years old and she is still in high school. How can she understand the business registration?

Even an idiot can hear the hidden evil in Fanmaiti's words, not to mention the leader of the big business group like Abu Yi.

His face turned red, then white, his body swayed slightly, and he took a few deep breaths before finally standing still again, gritted his teeth and said: "Fan Mai Te Da Imam, Lan Nazha is just..."

"I explained that the heavens will let Lannazha come." Hearing Abuyi's disobedience, Fanmaiti coldly rolled his eyes, staring at him, and interrupted Abuyi's words.

At this moment, Abu Yi was about to burst out, but in the end, the responsibility of a merchant family who had inherited the lives of dozens of relatives for hundreds of years, defeated the blood surging in his chest.

Shaking all over, he held his hand to his heart again, bends down deeply and said, "Follow your wishes, Imam Fanmet."

Fan Maiti seemed regretful when he heard the words, and smiled with satisfaction. He turned his head and ignored Abu Yi. He looked at a middle-aged Yiyuan humanist who had just joined the Crescent Church not far away: "Guyou Song, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, your trouble is not small."

Nowadays, among those who can enter this open courtyard and listen to Fanmaidi's lectures, it is difficult to have ordinary characters.

But this middle-aged Yiyuan is a bit different. He is tall and thin, with a loyal and honest appearance. Although his clothes are clean, but with patches, he is clearly living in the middle and lower classes of society.

Hearing Fanmaiti mentioned him, he humbly leaned over, learned Osturki etiquette, pressed his hands on his heart, almost bends his waist to the ground, and said in grief and angrily: "That's a corrupt officer from the Chit Lun City Police Station. The corrupt officials, colluded with the insurance company to frame me.

Noble Imam Van Mehti, how could I, a kind-hearted and loyal person, murdered my sister who was raised by my own hands for a mere 20,000 yuan in insurance money.

Vivi, Vivi is my heart..."

"Friend Song, since I have baptized you, no matter whether you have committed the crime of extermination before, you are now innocent." Fan Maidi interrupted the middle-aged man expressionlessly. Sadly, "The most critical question now is whether you still have the prestige. Persuade 300 Yiyuan people to join the Shengjiao in Zaoshu Street and build the altar."

"Don't worry about this, Great Imam," the middle-aged man said in a firm tone after holding back his tears, "The poor folks on Zaoshu Street have not accepted my help.

Few people believe that I will kill my sister because of the insurance money. It's only 300 people, and I can fill it up within 5 or 3 days. "

"That would be great." Fan McGrady said with a gentle smile on his face, satisfied.

When the voice fell, he saw the surrounding scenery suddenly change in amazement, the believers in the courtyard disappeared in an instant, and the Catholic Song in front of him became an ordinary, but sharp-eyed young man from Yiyuan.