Li Huowang's words clearly held another layer of meaning, and the abbot of Zhengde Temple naturally caught it.
He pressed his palms together and gestured to Li Huowang. "Amitabha, goodness, goodness. Monks don't speak lies. Since this humble monk has said Da Qi belongs to Benefactor Li, I will never go back on my word."
"But while Zhengde Temple may be the state religion of Da Qi, we can't control every person's heart. The things Buddhists here wouldn't do, there are always others who believe otherwise."
As he spoke, four monks came in, restraining an old man with their discipline staffs, and they hauled him straight in.
When he was brought before Li Huowang, he immediately spilled everything he knew, as if every second of delay would bring him inhuman agony.
"I don't know, I really don't know who started it!"
