Li Muyun was talking about exactly what Yuan Tiangang was worried about, but to be honest, he was in a difficult situation now. Although he knew that the young prince in front of him was right, he could not agree with his point of view.

Just when Old Yuan was about to say something, Li Muyun waved his hand and continued, "Old Yuan, don't rush to deny it. I know what you think. Moreover, I met someone who was driven to the shelves like you and was unable to get rid of the tiger. So you don't have to pretend to behave with me. Let's open the skylight and say something bright, and you will not return my land!"

Yuan Tiangang sighed: "Since the prince knows the difficulties of the old Taoist, why should he force others to do this? If those lands are mine, then the old Taoist will give you all the land deeds without saying a word. But the problem is that land is not the old Taoist, and I am not the spokesperson of the Taoist sect. What's the point of forcing the old Taoist like this?"

"Then let you become the spokesperson of the Taoist sect!" Li Muyun raised his legs and squinted his eyes and said, "Old Dao Yuan, you should know that there is a religious management quarter meeting in the Tang Dynasty, right? I can guarantee that you will be the vice president in it, and at the same time, you can leave four permanent directors for your Taoist sect. What do you think of this condition?"

Yuan Tiangang's eyes flashed slightly, as if he was a little moved. He didn't know what the religious management committee was, but news had long been heard in the court, and it was said that it was related to religions such as Buddhism and Taoism.

Li Muyun saw that Yuan Tiangang was a little moved when he observed his words and said with a smile: "Are you a little moved? To be honest, this religious management committee may have no practical significance to ordinary people, but it is different for you, a person who has faith."

Yuan Tiangang took the opportunity to ask, "Why? What kind of existence is this religious management committee?"

"Manage, approve new religions, review doctrines, and have the power to reject certain religions. Of course, the religions rejected by the Management Committee are defined as cults, and the government is responsible for arresting their religious followers. In addition, the Management Committee has many other functions, such as how many believers can be recruited for each religion every year, etc. In short, the Vice President has a great power in the position. After all, the president is the prince, and the prince is too busy, do you think so?"

After listening to Li Muyun's brief introduction, I have to say that Yuan Tiangang was really moved. Not to mention whether he could use his power to suppress other religions, it would be a great benefit to just not be suppressed by other religions.

Thinking of this, Yuan Tiangang's heart also became warm. He called a Taoist priest from outside the door and ordered: "Go and stew two cups of tea my uncle brought to Chunrili, remember to use mountain spring water!"

"Yes!" The Taoist priest who came in at the door agreed, ran to a corner of the house, took out a long time to take out a small bag, and then carefully held it out.

Li Muyun looked at Yuan Tiangang sitting beside him and laughed strangely: "Old Master Yuan, you are so untrue. When you don't have any benefits, you are cold to me. When you hear that there is a benefit, you will immediately serve good tea. If this is spread, let's see where your old face is put."

Yuan Tiangang smiled helplessly: "Your Majesty, there is no way for the old Taoist priest. There are so many Taoist sects in the world, it is impossible for them to listen to me, right? Moreover, there are so many people who think a lot. Put me, the old Taoist priest, on the fire, you say, what can I do?"

Li Muyun curled his lips: "If you want me to say that you are kind-hearted and ruthless. As a leader of the Taoist sect, you should have the right to speak out. What's the matter with the people below? Where is your authority? If you keep doing this, even if you give you the position of vice president, you can't suppress it."

After hearing Li Muyun's similar complaining speech, Yuan Tiangang bowed with shame: "What the prince said is, but no matter what, this position cannot be given to others, right? Besides, my Taoist ancestor is me and the ancestor of the Li clan. Speaking of which, the Taoist sect and the royal family are still considered a family, and this fat water cannot flow into the fields of outsiders, right?"

"Hehe..." Li Muyun pointed at Yuan Tiangang with his fingers: "You are worthy of being a fortune teller. Anyway, you have told you all the truth. What else can I say? However, we are ugly in front of you. You have to send me my land back, otherwise, let alone the vice president, even the four permanent directors may not be given to you all."

Yuan Tiangang smiled and took over the conversation: "That's natural, that's natural. If this matter cannot be done, I am even more embarrassed to ask the prince for that position, no matter how thick the face is, I am not embarrassed to ask the prince for that position."

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Li Muyun patted his butt and stood up and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll leave. Remember, three days later, let your people send the things over."

Yuan Tiangang laughed with her and stood up to keep her: "Your Majesty, don't you stay for a while?"

Li Muyun walked out and said, "If I had just sat for a while, I'd be afraid you would cry. Besides, you, the old man, don't have the heart to chat with me now, I'm afraid your mind would have flew long ago?"

In fact, no matter who it is, he basically doesn't have the intention to continue chatting with a guy who wants to do something like this. Yuan Tiangang is no exception. After learning about the specific situation of the Religious Management Committee, the old Taoist priest just wanted to recruit his disciples as soon as possible and release the news.

With a vice president and four permanent directors, I think there is no small say in this religious management committee. Since the whole thing of paying food is irreversible to the Taoist sect, it is better to make good use of it and give yourself some benefits.

Of course, in addition to these, it is also a matter of discussion that the four permanent directors shall be held. After all, there are many factions in the Taoist sect, and each sect has no less than a dozen. It is also a very troublesome thing to allocate four places to so many sects.

However, these things have nothing to do with Li Muyun. After dealing with the Taoist sect, he still needs to deal with Buddhism. However, compared with the Taoist sect, those monks are much more difficult to deal with, and the goal cannot be achieved through normal channels.

So, the next night, the three fat guys were recruited by Li Muyun from the mountains. This guy spent nearly half a year building roads and houses in the mountains, almost isolated from the world. If Li Muyun had not sent someone to find him, he would not have known that his promising best friend had returned from the war.

"How is it? Is life in the mountains comfortable?" When Li Muyun saw the fat man, he patted his belly twice intimately, and the three fat men were covered in fat flesh.

The fat man hid for a few times but didn't dodge and gave up. He let Li Muyun slap a few times, and said unhappily: "It's so comfortable, why don't you stay in the mountains for half a year?"

"Tsk, I'm not much better than you. Don't think that you are the only one staying in the mountains. Compared to the forests I've been through, your place is simply paradise." Li Muyun complained, and then asked, "How is it, how is the house built?"

"What else can it be done? The road is very difficult to repair, and the amount of gunpowder is limited. It can't be repaired very far in a day. As for the house, the road has not been repaired, do you still count on the house?" The three fat man said in a whisper, throwing himself into Li Muyun's recliner, and the rattan recliner made a moan overwhelmed.

"Okay, don't complain. Whatever you have, we're not in a hurry anyway." Li Muyun's recliner was occupied by someone and she could only find an ordinary chair to sit down. She stared at the fat man with flickering eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The three fat man was a little furious when he was seen. He struggled to lift his head up and said to Li Muyun: "Why are you watching me like this? Are you making up some dirty thoughts?"

"Damn it, I feel dirty when I look at you." Li Muyun almost tilted his nose by the fat man's anger and glared at him: "I'll give you a task. I'll build a cement kiln on the edges of all monk temples tomorrow. I'll build as many kilns as there are temples. Do you know?"

"What are you doing? Have money and have no place to spend it?" The three fat man frowned.

"Bah, can you speak people's words?" Li Muyun rolled his eyes and continued, "After the cement kiln is ready, you will burn it for me, and I will never believe that those monks can bear this."

The three fat men looked at Li Muyun in amazement, and after a while he said, "I said Muyun, are you too cruel?"

Li Muyun snorted coldly: "It's so cruel. I haven't built the steel mill and the coke kiln yet. I don't believe it, and they won't cry!"

You should know that no matter what kind of kiln it is, as long as it is fired, pollution is inevitable. Once the cement kiln is burned, a large amount of dust will be covered with the earth, and people and beasts retreat within five miles of radius.

This is especially true for coke kilns. A large amount of coal ash accompanied by smoke and dust can turn a white European man into a black African man in one day, and its power is only stronger than that of cement kilns.

As for the steel plant, let alone the grass grows within twenty miles of radius, don’t ask anything. In fact, the process of steel plants in later generations has been improved many times. The pollution caused by earth kiln iron smelting is definitely more than a hundred times more evil than modern times.

Of course, this is also because the steel mill requires too much raw materials, and transportation is really inconvenient. Otherwise, Li Muyun would really not mind getting a few more.

But even so, half a month later, the monks finally couldn't stand the pollution caused by a large amount of dust. The wells in the temple were always floating with a layer of suspended objects, and countless gray balls were always inside their nostrils. If the shiny bald head was not wiped for half an hour, it would immediately turn black.
Chapter completed!