Cha Ziyong was lying on the bed, feeling the pain in his body. The doctors who came to inspect felt that Cha Ziyong's body was not seriously injured, and he didn't even have any skin breaks. However, they didn't know that the government's methods were vicious. The place where Cha Ziyong felt pain was not the place where he was tied up. The government caused Cha Ziyong to suffer internal injuries.

In addition to physical pain, Cha Ziyong also felt mental pain. His son sat beside the bed and kept persuading Cha Ziyong to embezzle the land of the temple. From the bastard's words, he could hear that he felt that the money he had given to him by his parents' worship of Buddha was depriving him of the money he should have left.

Under the dual torture of spirit and body, Cha Ziyong finally shouted softly: "Shut up!" If there is no physical problem, Cha Ziyong's anger will definitely be bright and crisp. Then Cha Ziyong tried his best and said: "...You must be responsible. If you can't be open-minded in your heart when you walk on the street, what's the use of having to count the money?"

When Cha Ziyong's son saw that his father was angry, he didn't dare to say too much. He just complained in his heart that it was because he didn't have enough money to walk on the street and be open-minded. Then Young Master Cha turned his eyes to his mother, and the old lady still looked at her son. Seeing her husband angry, she advised: "Officials, we probably can't defend the land by our family. You might as well return the land to Tiantong Zen Temple and be quiet."

When I heard my mother say this, Cha Ziyong's son immediately showed an anxious look. If the land was really returned, how could the Cha family make a fortune?

After listening to his wife's advice, Cha Ziyong was irritated. He said impatiently: "You don't have to talk too much. I have my own ideas."

The Cha family is competing for those lands, and the prosecutors who have created these pressures are having dinner. Zhao Ziran held the wine glass and said to Zhao Xun, "It's a blessing that you are so patient."

Zhao Xun picked up the wine glass and touched Zhao Ziran for a moment, then smiled and said, "I have this temper."

This is perfunctory. Zhao Xun knows his temper. He doesn't like such a life full of struggle and calculation. The life that his uncle Zhao Jiaxin lives is the life that Zhao Xun envies. As long as he is in the officialdom, he feels the ghosts and monsters inside. Even if the land country has such excellent things from idea to practice, it requires many methods that are not glorious at all. Zhao Xun is now pinching his nose and firmly implementing it.

Zhao Ziran drank all the wine and sighed: "It would be great if we could force the means of state-owned land. I won't have to worry about it."

Zhao Xun once asked his father this question. Now, when he heard others say this, Zhao Xun sighed: "There is nothing to do about this. If the court forced the land to be collected, the Song Dynasty would have already killed it, and blood would flow into a river."

Of course, Zhao Ziran did not know how the "New China" after more than 600 years had adopted fierce means to complete the state-owned land ownership, but he could understand that if the Zhao official family recklessly forced land, not to mention those landlords, even ordinary people would have to resist. Jia Sidao had to carry out public land reform and formulate a regulation that "the people of non-official families owned 200 acres of land."

After hearing what Zhao Xun said made sense, Zhao Ziran picked up the wine glass and drank it all, without saying much.

Zhao Xun's father Zhao Jiaren picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said to Liu Chong, chairman of the traitor committee: "You are worried that if the monks have no source, they will harm the society. I think you underestimate the people. Only then will the people not be polite to the dogs who fall into the water."

"The government thinks there will be no conflict?"

"There are conflicts in society every moment. The so-called bright world is not a world where no contradiction occurs. It is so arrogant or incompetent that we expect nothing to happen."

Liu Chong felt that Zhao Jiaren didn't understand what he meant, so he continued to explain: "Officials, I think there must be more than 100,000 monks in the Song Dynasty now. If possible, they should make good use of them."

Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but smile and said, "Haha, will the monk be sent to the frontier?"

"What's wrong?" Liu Chong immediately said. He once fought in Hebei, the motherland, and knew how the frontier needed population. "The monks did not work for production, and made a living by cheating. Let them fill the frontier population and starved to death without working. They are also a kind of respect for the workers of the Song Dynasty."

"I'll talk about this later." Zhao Jiaren immediately stopped the discussion. There was a major incident on the northern border recently, and he didn't want to mention it.

After Liu Chong left, Minister Luo Yiren of the Lifan came. After seeing Zhao Jiaren, he said, "Can the official family choose monks who understand Buddhism in Ningbo and other places to go to India to restore Buddhism?"

When the monks were sent to the frontier, Luo Yiren's suggestions were obviously much more reliable. Buddhism had declined when Xuanzang went to seek Buddhist scriptures in the Tang Dynasty, but instead emitted dazzling light and shadow like the setting sun. The dazzling one was followed by darkness. From the 9th to the 10th century AD, with the invasion of the True God Cult in India, the completely decaying Indian Buddhism collapsed under the massacre. By the 19th century, Indian Buddhism had disappeared on the land of India, and even Indians themselves did not know that they had such brilliant experiences on this land. Studying Indian history must find records from the books left by incomplete Chinese monks.

Luo Yiren continued: "The official family, the staff of the Lifan Department who came back from Sinhala wrote a report. I sent one to the official family. I wonder if the official family can read it."

"I didn't see it." Zhao Jiaren replied readily.

This statement did not hit Luo Yiren at all. Luo Yiren simply gave a brief introduction, "The Sinhalese people also believed in Brahmins, but they still mainly focus on Buddhism. However, the Buddhism there is Tantric Buddhism. I wonder if the officials know this term."

"I know." Zhao Jiaren answered simply. In the 21st century, these nouns were not uncommon at all.

"The Brahmins have a strict hierarchy, and Buddhism talks about the equality of all beings. Therefore, our Lifan tribe decided to attack Brahmins and promote Buddhism. All sentient beings are equal, so those Sinhalese can equally be plantation workers for the Song Dynasty."

"..." Zhao Jiaren wanted to speak but stopped. He actually wanted to say that perhaps the Brahmins who were very strict in their hierarchy and strictly followed the division and wanted to reincarnate to a higher level in the next life. However, after Luo Yiren defined the Sinhalese as workers, Zhao Jiaren decided to continue listening.

"And Buddhism also has an advantage. When the Buddhist army of Sinhala soldiers attacked southern India, they despised the Brahmins in southern India. This contempt made the Sinhala soldiers very capable of fighting." Luo Yiren was a little excited when he said this.

Zhao Jiaren nodded. In the 21st century, after obtaining sufficient Chinese equipment, the Sinhalese people wiped out the Tamil Tigers and surrounded the rebel commander. Being able to achieve such results under pressure from Europe and the United States is enough to prove that the Sinhalese people are definitely not soft-boys who only know how to recite scriptures. Zhao Jiaren is not surprised at all about the Sinhalese soldiers slaughtering the Sinhalese.

"Now we need monks who truly understand Buddhism to help Sinhala form true Mahayana Buddhism. The Hinayana Buddhism is too evil and must not be used." Luo Yiren finally expressed his request.

Confirm that Luo Yiren had expressed his thoughts, Zhao Jiaren asked: "Minister Luo, do you think that the monks who are being attacked by us now understand Buddhism?"

"Can't you choose someone who understands Buddhism?" Luo Yiren asked in surprise. He felt something from Zhao Jiaren's words and sentences.

Zhao Jiaren explained: "Those people regard monks as a profession for making a living. Buddhism is a belief, never a profession."

After hearing this, Luo Yiren nodded repeatedly, and he replied decisively: "Official family, I will go to find monks who understand Buddhism by myself."

"You don't have to go find me anymore. I'm going to hold a meeting between the monks and Taoists of the Song Dynasty to discuss the affairs of Buddhism and Taoism in the Song Dynasty. You can choose from it at that time."

"Aren't the official family cleaning up the monk? Is it appropriate to have a meeting at this time?"

"It's just that I'm dealing with the monks. It's appropriate to hold a meeting at this time. What will the monks' future destiny be, whether to survive or destroy, is to figure it out through this meeting. The same is true for Taoist priests."

"Where is Nestorianism and True God's Sect?" Luo Yiren couldn't help asking.

"They have to destroy it. There is no need to discuss this."

Zhao Jiaren was not joking. He ordered the Ministry of Justice to choose hundreds of reliable prosecutors to deal with the monks in Ningbo in order to prepare for this meeting. After receiving the order to lead the monks in the temple to attend the meeting of monks and Taoism in the Song Dynasty, some monks panicked, fearing that the Song Dynasty officials would gather them together to catch them all, and they were also happy, feeling that they could finally face the Zhao family and have the opportunity to convince the Zhao family with their eloquence.

No matter what these people thought, they all began to prepare for their trip to Hangzhou. At this time, Zhao Jiaren focused more on the north. Until he received a notice from the Ministry of Health, all the troops in the northern epidemic areas withdrew and blocked the passage from the epidemic areas to the Song Dynasty. Zhao Jiaren breathed a little relieved.

As a doctor, Zhao Jiaren knows the plague is powerful. The medical community has always hoped to produce a plague vaccine, and it did produce a vaccine. However, the validity period of this vaccine is very short, and it is generally believed that it will expire in about half a year. Zhao Jiaren, a clinician and psychologist, has no ability to surpass professional immunology experts at all.

Since there is no plague vaccine, the Song army can only retreat. In the summary report, the description of the army is very sad. The Song army can show off its might and kill the enemy north of Yinshan, but in the face of the plague, it can only leave thousands of graves, abandon the camps that have been operating for nearly ten years, and all retreat to the south of Yinshan.

Zhao Jiaren did not mean to blame the army, so he could only discuss the matter with experts from the Animal Husbandry Bureau of the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry Bureau. Although these people were experts, Zhao Jiaren found that he really couldn't expect the experts to explain what happened. Finally, Zhao Jiaren made up his mind and began his own discussion. This discussion was not entirely a blind thought, but also had some basic foundations.

In the 21st century, on the CCTV7 Farm Channel, Zhao Jiaren watched an episode of the program, which talked about how Mongolia dealt with gerbils. Gerbils have a large appetite and reproduce quickly. They can eat grass at the roots. Therefore, the grassland was turned into pieces and became extinct. At that time, the prairie wolf that ate gerbils had become extinct. Finally, the locals trained foxes to eat rats, and it seemed that they had a lot of results. The plague was carried by mice and spread by blood-sucking insects between mice and humans.

Zhao Jiaren's explanation is very simple. Plague bacteria have always existed in remote plague areas. Humans did not go to places where birds did not lay eggs. However, the Song Dynasty fought on the grasslands on a large scale, but the population decreased and the corpses increased. The desert mice that lost the livestock drove them began to reproduce unscrupulously, and the mice brought plague during the flow. The blood-sucking worms bred from the corpse were responsible for infecting humans.

After hearing these explanations, the experts couldn't speak. They did not expect that things could be like this. Finally, someone said, "The so-called great plague after the war. Is it all this the reason?"

"Yes. Suddenly there were so many more corpses, so there were so many carnivorous and scavengers to clean up. The vultures are always looking for targets to die on the ground. How long hasn't you seen vultures?" Zhao Jiaren said. When he mentioned this, he couldn't help but think of a famous photo. A skinny child was squatting on the ground, and a vulture was waiting for the child to die, and then he went to have a beautiful meal.

"If you say this, wouldn't the plague only gets bigger and bigger?" another expert asked.

Zhao Jiaren shook his head, "This is not. Because of its balance, the grassland mice are the first to grow on a large scale because of their rapid reproduction, which led to the epidemic of plague. But when we regard mice as crops, the harvest brings harvest. The harvest is human beings who harvest crops and fruits. The harvest of harvest can easily reduce the mortality rate of human children in the human race. The harvest of mice is the wolf and small carnivores on the grassland."

"Wolf eats rats?" The experts from the Song Dynasty were surprised.

Forestry experts said: "In addition to wolves, there are animals like weasels." At this time, what they have learned so far has finally been continued.

"Official family, how many years do you think it will take for the wolf to eat a rat?"

"It will take about three years. In other words, three years later, the plague north of Yinshan will probably end." Zhao Jiaren gave a time limit.

As soon as the meeting was finished, Luo Yiren sent a report. After reading the first two paragraphs, Zhao Jiaren was happy.

‘…From Buddhism itself, temples have become great feudal lords. Monks have become corrupt and degenerate, possess countless land treasures, and the precepts are slack. The temple requirements are beyond the people's ability to bear it, so they are abandoned by the Indian people. After the popularity of Mahayana Buddhism, they began to donate wealth to the temple in exchange for merit. Monks no longer have to go out to beg for alms every day. Monks who once practiced hard began to seek comfort and compromise with social customs from all aspects. This greatly affected the reputation of Buddhism, and the people took a stay away from the temple.
Chapter completed!