Prince Fengxian bowed to Zhang Fan, then stood aside and listened.

"Agriculture is the foundation of a country. Once people have enough food to eat, they can develop commerce and make the people richer. But the prerequisite is that a county must have the support of the army. Only a strong army can support the development of everything..."

What Zhang Fan said were all very simple truths in later generations, pointing out that it was really foolish for them to use all the money to build temples, provide tax exemptions to monks, improve the status of monks, and increase the number of monks.

Is it just because these monks can pray for rain?

No, these monks cannot pray for rain. If we want good weather and good harvests, we need to build canals and ponds and establish a developed irrigation system, rather than relying on some monks to pray for rain.

And those monks would add to the burden on the city.

Those temples, those exempted taxes, and those monks who do not work will plunge Fengxian County, which has already suffered a severe drought, into a deeper quagmire.

The Prince of Fengxian County stared at the gentleman intently, feeling that everything he said was simply unheard of, and that he really cared about the people everywhere, and what he said was really right.

In fact, those ministers have also said these words.

However, because his three princes were all fond of martial arts and worshipped gods, and the three masters they worshipped were all monks, in order to satisfy the masters, Fengxian County promoted Buddhism.

In fact, before these monks came, the people of Fengxian County did not believe in Buddhism very much. They were more willing to believe that self-reliance could change their destiny rather than relying on eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures to change their destiny.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, I will keep it in mind. I will pay attention to controlling the number of monks and the size of the temple..."

The prince of Fengxian County knelt in front of Zhang Fan. He seemed to know what Zhang Fan meant.

You can worship Buddha, but you cannot believe in him completely, and you cannot have every household in the county worship Buddha and not engage in production.

"You can leave the body of the Yellow Lion Monster behind. You can leave with Zhu Bajie..."

This time, Zhang Fan signaled Bai Wuchang to release Zhu Bajie's soul. His soul had been locked in the Soul-Catching Mirror. After the Yellow Lion Monster's soul came out of Zhu Bajie's body, it went straight into his own body.

Then Zhang Fan gave him a few drops of resurrection soup. After drinking the soup, the yellow lion monster quickly resurrected. The Fengxian County Prince and his son, who witnessed their reunion, knelt on the ground.

"It's really a fairy!"

This yellow lion monster had clearly been dead for a day or two, its corpse was cold and they had seen it countless times. But after it was carried in, it only took the immortal a moment to bring the yellow lion monster back to life?

This is a divine method that makes people worship it.

Prince Fengxian kept kneeling down and kowtowed to Zhang Fan. In their opinion, this immortal was much more powerful than the several divine monks. What he said was the true language of a saint and it was not wrong at all!

No wonder those gods with strength as big as mountains are so submissive and obedient to them.

It turns out that this is the real god.

Prince Fengxian once again bowed down at Zhang Fan's feet, and the words Zhang Fan said once again echoed in his heart.

Pluto and Sun Wukong outside the small courtyard were both very anxious. They wanted to rush into the small courtyard, but they looked at each other, and then at Wu Gang who was silent in front of them.

No one has the courage to do that.

Suddenly, the prince came out with his three princes, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The three princes were released, which meant that Zhu Bajie could also be released. But why hadn’t he come out yet?

"The gods inside said that he can release the people, but the remaining three monks must kneel three times and kowtow nine times in his small courtyard and apologize for killing his servants. Then Zhu Bajie can be resurrected and released directly..."

The words of Prince Fengxian almost made Sun Wukong, who was waiting anxiously, fly into a rage.

"No, no, I won't agree. He is not the Buddha. How can I kneel down and kowtow nine times to apologize? No, no, no..."

Sun Wukong's head shook like a rattle.

No matter what you say, it's just not possible. He is fearless and has never kowtowed to anyone to apologize. How can this be possible?

Jin Chanzi also frowned. How could this be possible? Was he deliberately making things difficult for him?

"This is not good. We are the ones who preach the sutras under the Buddha. How can we kneel three times and kowtow nine times to apologize to others?"

Sha Wujing, who usually has a calm personality, found it hard to accept the news.

Not to mention the hot-tempered Sun Wukong.

But this time the prince said nothing. He just protected his three princes and said a few words of advice.

"The immortal said that his servant was beaten to death by you. He asked you to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to express his sincere apology. He also asked you to think twice before you take action next time. Buddhism does not allow killing..."

As soon as the prince said this, Guanyin Bodhisattva on the other side chanted "Amitabha".

Wu Gang on the side also kept nodding.

"In fact, the fault lies with you masters. You beat someone to death for no reason. He could have easily taken Zhu Bajie's life, but you only asked them to kneel down and kowtow nine times to apologize. You didn't even ask for a life in exchange for a life. I think you did it for your disciples and fellow apprentices. Even if it's a little unfair, it's better to go to the Heavenly Palace to ask for help..."

Wu Gang naturally strongly agreed to let Sun Wukong and the others kneel three times and kowtow nine times to the people in the yard!

He will fully support his master no matter what he wants to do.

Taishang Laojun on the side stroked his beard and nodded.

"General Wu Gang is right. Since you are the ones who preach the scriptures, you will naturally encounter numerous hardships along the way. Even if it is for my junior brother this time, it doesn't matter if you lose face once. Face is more important than my junior brother's life. If something can be solved by an apology, why use fists, not to mention..."

Taishang Laojun also strongly agreed to let Sun Wukong and others kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

Anyway, this seems to be the simplest solution.

The most important thing is that for them, there is really nothing to lose.

As long as he got them to apologize, Sun Wukong would not go to the Jade Emperor again, and he would not have to run around. If he got things done, although he had no credit, he had worked hard.

"Haha, yes, since the masters want to preach in the Tang Dynasty, they are naturally flexible. Haha, why should we apologize if we do something wrong? It's not like we are asking for anyone's life."

Pluto seemed to be persuading her at this moment, but his tone was sarcastic, and she just wanted to laugh and watch the fun.

Watching the monkey kneeling three times and kowtow nine times is a very interesting thing to think about.

"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong. That yellow lion monster stole our weapons first, so what's wrong with me killing him? This will make me apologize to them, and I won't do that..."

Sun Wukong suddenly jumped up, filled with indignation!