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Every time the Revolutionary Committee descended the mountain, De Xin could see the disappointment on their faces, the disappointment of not being able to become a hero.

In this crazy era, only by capturing the enemy could one experience the thrill of battle and become a hero. It was a struggle for justice, everyone said it was so, he believed it, he also understood, so all his hatred, was the result of being suppressed, and the source of all that oppression, was Su Chen.

A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind. "Master, everything is now free."

Right! This reason was to organize the monks in the temple to practice martial arts.

This is a peaceful time, with production as the priority. You have organized so many people to train in martial arts, what is your purpose? Was it going to reverse the day? This was an opportunity to be a hero. He took out the "hero" pen the leader had given him and wrote down his heroic deeds on a piece of paper, waiting for the day when the leader would head up the mountain and hand the hero over to him.

The next day, an old man came to the temple. The master and he were whispering in the room.

De Xin took the opportunity of bringing in some tea to eavesdrop on their conversation.

said the old man. They say I'm a capitalist capitalist, plundering my house every few days, and I'm afraid I can't take it anymore.

Su Chen said. Sigh! This World …

De Xin became happy. From the way the two of them spoke, it seemed that they were extremely dissatisfied with this movement! Very good! He had to remember this when he got back. He actually complained about the legitimate activities and complained about it. It was clearly a counter-revolutionary act.

They plagiarize the house and plagiarize only the surface, hmph! They could not copy out valuable items. Master, I will donate those things to the Temple of Tranquility, just take it as incense money!

Su Chen waved his hands, he could not do anything! This was unacceptable! Those are your treasures, Temple of Tranquility cannot take them.

said the old man. If you don't want it, sooner or later it will fall into the hands of that group of people. If these things end up in their hands, you know the consequences even if I don't tell you that it doesn't matter if I die.

Su Chen thought for a moment, then nodded. Fine! I'll keep it for you and return it to you later.

said the old man. No! No need! Just treat it as a gift for the master. I'm afraid that my old bones won't be able to hold on for much longer.

On the third day, a few young people came and left with a big box, which was the treasure that the old man had gifted to Su Chen. De Xin found an opportunity and secretly opened the box to take a look. Good boy! It was full of antiques! Needless to say, this is the typical bourgeoisie. The people are still living in deep waters, and you, old man, still have the leisure to play with antiques! This is the obvious quintuple molecule. Besides, these antiques were the property of the country. How could they be collected personally? They were the fruits of stealing socialism. They were a huge crime!

Relying on these crimes, De Xin believed that Su Chen would definitely not have any problems with it. He even found that old fellow and killed two birds with one stone. He was extremely happy, and after eating a few bowls of rice in the evening, he found a secluded place to clear up Su Chen's crime.

De Xin hid the letter and waited until the leader came back up the mountain. Just like before, the leader didn't notice anything amiss. After a routine inspection, he prepared to leave the mountain. De Xin secretly followed them and in a secluded place, he handed over Su Chen's crime certificate to the leader.

The leader watched very carefully. As he watched, his eyes emitted a dazzling light. It was the light of battle and excitement. After the Leader finished reading, he stabilized his high spirits and solemnly asked, "Is what you wrote really true?"

De Xin firmly said, "It's true, it's absolutely true!" If you don't believe me, you can search it and make sure you can find that box of antiques.

The leader said, you are Su Chen's first disciple, why would you do that?

De Xin was even more determined to say that we should consciously resist all actions that are self-defeating the people and the Party. On this route, we should not let anyone else be close to us but must clear away the stumbling blocks of socialism. This is something that every ambitious youth should do.

The leader patted De Xin's shoulder and said three 'yes' loudly. He wandered around Temple of Tranquility for a few months, and finally got something out of it.

The leader said to De Xin, you go back and stabilize Su Chen, we'll support you soon. And made him an ambiguous and beautiful promise.

De Xin happily accepted the order and went back to the temple in high spirits. He felt that he would be free soon, and according to the leader's promise, the Temple of Tranquility would be under his control.

He felt that this step was right. Not only had he gained his freedom, but he had also gained control over the freedom of others. For a young man like De Xin, this sort of power was enough to make him dance with excitement.

Very quickly, the leader brought the â" Guards "up the mountain. Once they entered the Temple of Tranquility, without saying a word, they immediately started rummaging through the temple, and a few 'guards' tried to control Su Chen, who was shouting to stop them, but since Su Chen had martial arts, they were not his match. Under the desperate situation, the" guards' took out their guns, and Su Chen had no choice but to be controlled by them.

Su Chen actually resisted, the 'guards' were very angry, after grabbing him, they tied him up. There were even a few 'guards' who took advantage of the fact that Su Chen had no way of resisting, and kicked him a few times, cursing him, 'opposing the people, I think you are courting death.

The powerful ability of the "Guards" to rummage through boxes was quickly reaped, and in the small warehouse at the back, the boxes were found. The leader smiled like a chrysanthemum when he saw the antiques.

The "guards" stationed in the Temple of Tranquility, holding onto their spears as they locked Su Chen up.

De Liang and De Qing stepped forward and asked the "Guards" why did they lock their Master up.

said the Guard arrogantly. Why? With this box!

De Liang was unconvinced, who wouldn't have a bottle in their house, just based on capturing people, you guys are too unreasonable!

The "royal guard" pointed his gun at De Liang and said angrily, "Yes!" What do you want to do?

De Liang and De Qing flanked them from the left and right, wanting to save Su Chen, but the "close guard" shot at the sky and shouted, "If you two little bald donkeys dare to take another step forward, I'll kill you on behalf of the people."

Helplessly, De Liang and De Qing retreated.

If you don't draw a clear line between you and him, then we'll catch you the same way. Rough! To become a monk of the capital class, I think you all are tired of living.

Every day, these "guards" fought with teachers and literary and art workers, while the higher ups were the county's leaders. It was the first time they fought with monks, and it was truly exciting!

On the second day, the Temple of Tranquility received another group of "royal guards". They built a simple stage in the training grounds and dragged Su Chen up the stage. He also threatened the monks of the temple with a gun to come to the training ground to watch the battle.

The training field was filled with the revolutionary slogans written by the "Guards."

They made a big paper sign, on which was written in large numbers: "The Four Blurs of the bourgeoisie: Su Chen." and also drew a red cross on Su Chen's name.

Now, only when the prisoner was shot did he strike a cross over the name. At that time, he had crossed his name out because he was determined to beat his mother to death if she couldn't knock him down.

The "royal guards" were all ready to fight Su Chen. The several so-called leaders on the stage had even brewed tea and prepared to fight for a long period of time.

"How should we fight?" The guards asked Su Chen as soon as they got on stage. Do you know the crime you have committed?

Su Chen said, he did not know.

The "imperial guard" stepped forward and kicked with his foot. It was as if he was a target! Entertain us! Don't you know the words?

Su Chen said indifferently, I can't see the words on the sign.

With such a big sign hanging in front of his chest, no matter how long his neck was, he wouldn't be able to see it!

"Guards" tore off the cards, pointed at the words on it and asked fiercely. Now, they knew their crimes!

Su Chen shook his head, he did not know.

I am just a monk, my six roots are already quiet, what is there to be confused about in the bourgeoisie?

"Guards" became angry from the embarrassment and hung the plate back around Su Chen's neck, shouting, "He is a typical stubborn person, just by showing him some colors, he knows that he has committed a heinous crime."

The "guard" who spoke was good at grabbing the hair of the person being attacked. He scratched his head, which hurt a lot, but when he was done, not a single strand of hair was missing. In the "guard", there was the term "god's hand." It was said that in order to practice this technique, he would scratch his hair whenever he had nothing to do, and eventually became a bald man.

"Divine Hand" extended his hand to grab at Su Chen's head, but very smoothly grabbed empty air. How dare you not grow your hair. A circle struck Su Chen's abdomen.

Su Chen's waist was struck so hard that he arched his back. Because the force of the "Divine Hand" was too strong, he did not have the time to cough before spitting out a mouthful of saliva which just happened to spray onto the "Divine Hand" 's face.

"Godly Hand" turned angry from embarrassment. He threw out a few punches again. It was rough! To dare to spit on the face of a general of the revolution was a blatant act of spitting revolutionary saliva.

Below, the monks that were watching the competition were all rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, De Liang's eyes burned with the desire to kill. At this time, he calmed down. The "personal guards" surrounding them all had guns in their hands. These monks were forced to sit here by the deterrence of the guns.