Time passes slowly, and it is not until nightfall.

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

In the central block of Zitelun, an open courtyard with Ostuchi style.

Fanmait sat upright on the bed under the grape trellis, muttering scriptures in his mouth, looking down at the kneeling heads of the yard, and a kind of satisfaction arose in his heart.

Because before the Ostuki Beast Soul Legion saved Yiyuan's country, the faith of the Crescent Sect was faintly excluded.

Even his great imam did not build any sutra temples, but only bought land and built a large yard according to the tradition of preaching in Yiyuan.

The houses facing the street are used to manage Ostuqi local goods, and the courtyards and rooms are used to spread scriptures and live in.

Although the current missionary environment has undergone tremendous changes and the ban on building sutra temples has been abolished, because Fanmaiti was too greedy and wanted to build the temple that was too large and would not be completed for a while, so he could only temporarily stay in the original open courtyard to preach.

But although the occasion is the same, his mood and other people's attitude towards Fanmaiti are completely different.

After the chanting of scriptures was completed, the biting cold wind at night became stronger.

Fanmait waved his hand solemnly, and the brightness of the moonlight that fell in the open courtyard suddenly became more than several times brighter, and it even produced warmth like the sun, dispelling the chill.

"Praise the great God of Crescent Moon, praise the devout shepherd under Mohad, and the virtues of the Great Imam Fanmati chanting the scriptures." The believers in the courtyard felt the kindness of God and the powerful means of the Great Imam, and praised in unison.

"These are all holy virtues under Mohad, the God of Crescent Moon." Fanmait said lightly when he heard this: "The ground is cool, everyone should get up."

He used to say that it was a great imam, but in fact Yiyuan didn't even have a formal diocese, let alone the Vihe who sacrifices in the '****' regime could directly interfere with mundane power.

Now the diocese have been vaguely established. Although they cannot be affected by the authority of Yiyuan and ordinary people, relying on the "Good Act" passed by Congress, Fanmaiti can interfere with the law enforcement of the judicial organs in the name of "religious protection".

In addition, he also has dual management rights for the immigrants of Ostuchi in the parish. Not only does he mean life and death, but he can also make things difficult for others, persecute them, and even secretly attack them, which makes people have nowhere to seek justice.

So on the bed, Vanmeti looked at a haggard old man in the traditional black robe of Ostuchi who had struggled to get up from his orders and got up from the ground, saying, "Abuyi, we Ostuchi people are far away from our hometown, and we must unite as one."

Since the Yiyuan government now allows the Aostuki immigration to be managed with dual management, you should still register the 'Golden Merchants Group' with me as soon as possible."

As the leader of the Ostuqi business group in the entire Lingdong area, although the old man seemed to be weak, he was still wise, bright, and determined.

But the current situation is better than that of people. In the face of the general trend of the continuous attempt of the Crescent Education Power to extend to Yiyuan, a mere business group leader is not worth mentioning at all. Not to mention blocking it, even if he shows a little opposition, he will immediately turn into powder.

Even the family will be damaged and the whole family will die.

Therefore, although he looked at the imam who was originally supported by himself, but because of his increasing greed, he quietly broke up and parted ways. Abuyi bit his back teeth and his eyes were almost dyed red when the anger rose in his heart.

In the end, he held his hands and bent down deeply, and performed the traditional etiquette of Ostuchi, and said softly: "As the order of the Great Imam of Fanmati, I will let Apyixin register tomorrow.

In the future, according to the traditional rules in the Quran, pay 10:1 offerings to your sutra temple.”

"Lannaza will register," said Fanmaiti. "She seems more religious than her brother."

Apu Yixin is the eldest son of Abuyi and the heir of Jinqiu Shang Group. He is well aware of the affairs of the Shang Group.

However, Lannaza is Abuyi's youngest and most beloved daughter. She is only 17 years old and is still in high school. How can she understand the registration of a business group?

Even idiots could hear the hidden malice in Fanmaiti's words, not to mention the leader of the big business group like Abuyi who is "old and mature".

His face suddenly turned red, Xu Er paled, his body shook slightly, he took a few deep breaths before finally standing firm again, gritting his teeth and saying, "Imam Fanmati, Lannaza is just..."

"I mean let Lannaza come tomorrow." Hearing that Abuyi had disobeyed his wishes, Fanmait turned his gaze coldly, stared at his eyes, and interrupted Abuyi's words.

At this moment, Abuyi almost broke out, but in the end, the responsibility of a parent of the business group family who had been passed down for hundreds of years and had the lives of dozens of relatives in the family defeated the bloody nature surging in his chest.

He trembled all over and held his heart and bent down deeply and said, "Abide by your wishes, the Great Imam Fanmati."

Fanmait seemed to be regretful when he heard this, but also smiled with satisfaction. He turned his head and ignored Abuyi. He looked at a middle-aged man Yi Yuan who had just joined the Crescent Sect not far away and said, "Journalist Song, you are in a lot of trouble."

Now it is difficult for ordinary people to enter this open courtyard and listen to Fanmaiti's lectures with your own ears.

But this middle-aged Yiyuan is a little different. She is tall and thin, and looks honest and honest. Although the clothes on her body are washed clean, they have patches sewn, which is obviously in the middle and lower class of society.

When Van Maitti mentioned him, he immediately humbly came over, learned Ostuki's etiquette, pressed his hand on his heart, and bent his waist almost to the ground, and said in a grief and angry tone: "That's the corrupt officials of the Zitlun City Police Department who colluded with the insurance company to frame me.

The noble imam of Fanmaiti, how could I, such a kind-hearted and loyal person, murder my sister I raised for just 20,000 yuan in insurance?

Vivi, Vivi is my heart…”

"My friend Song, since I have baptized you, then no matter whether you have committed the serious crime of destroying your relatives before, you are now innocent." Fan Maiti interrupted the middle-aged man's grief with expressionless face. "The most critical question now is whether you still have reputation. I persuade 300 Yiyuan people to join the Holy Church and establish an altar on Zao Shu Street."

"Don't worry about this, big imam," the middle-aged man instantly stopped his tears and said firmly: "No poor fellow villagers in Zao Shu Street have ever received my help.

Few people believe that I will kill my sister because of the insurance money, just 300 people. I can get it in less than 3 days.”

"That would be great." Fanmaitti said with satisfaction with a gentle smile on his face.
Chapter completed!