Temples in the Land of Fire can be seen everywhere, and they are both bright and glamorous.
In Mei Ji's impression, most temples are bright, solemn and sacred, and many of these temples are so beautiful that they can be called coquettish.
How can the sculptures and buildings made of real gold and silver not be charming and alluring?
In the thousands of miles of land, there are singing and dancing birds, red peach and willow trees, and a scene full of spring. In the villages near the water and the city walls on the mountains, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere, and there are temples and pavilions filled with smoke.
The pavilion stood in the hazy mist.
Such a prosperous and prosperous scene.
However, let’s briefly review the history of the ninja world.
In the early Warring States Period, the world was in chaos. Daimyos from various places established their own regimes one after another. The five major nations were finally unified. Driven by the god of ninja Senju Hashirama, the ninja world entered a period of confrontation between the five major nations and the five major villages, ending the chaotic period.
Warring States Period.
During the chaotic Warring States Period, monks achieved unprecedented development. Due to frequent wars, many civilians became monks to avoid the wars. As a result, the monk groups grew larger and larger, more temples were built, and more and more money was accumulated in the temples.
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As we all know, feeling full and warm makes you think**.
Temples have gradually become places where filth and evil practices are harbored. Many unseen things happen in temples, and due to the decrease in population, the country's population and taxes have decreased.
To put it bluntly, monks enjoy privileges and do not engage in production, but Meiji wants them to farm in the fields or work in the city. They cannot just eat free rice, but must create actual value.
Naturally, he will become a thorn in Meiji’s side.
There can be monks, but there are too many now.
This is also the reason why Meiji did not kill Dilu. The young man has understanding and wisdom.
But the tricky part is that not only are there many monks who are inflammatory to the people, but also some monks master chakra and ninjutsu.
Since the Warring States Period, there have been rebellious little ninjas who can't afford to play and have been joining this group.
Fortunately, the interior is not completely monolithic.
First, test their bottom line.
The majestic Buddha stands in the hall, eyes closed and eyebrows bowed. Under the Buddha statue, monks sit cross-legged on futons. Soldiers with guns enter the hall and read loudly.
"From now on, the monks will be taxed, and the tax will be ten and a half based on the head count. Each temple must pay land rent every year, and the monks will participate in corvee and military service on a regular basis."
"As a vendor in the general's territory, the Buddha still needs to pay operating fees, listing fees, and worship fees, which are calculated based on the Buddha's head."
"The above, this is the general's order."
Fengxing put away the documents and looked at the leading monks.
"Everyone, here are the specific terms. I am busy with official duties, so I will not read them out in detail. Masters, please study them carefully."
As he spoke, he motioned to his subordinates to leave a copy of the terms and conditions.
The faces of all the monks were livid with anger, and their whole bodies were shaking non-stop.
This is no longer an obvious robbery, it is simply bullying.
However, if you bully me, what can you do?
Against her?
After careful consideration, it seems that I can't win.
The host, who was always amiable and prosperous, showed a kind smile on his face and said: "This gentleman, the young monk already knows what the general means, I don't know..."
"By the way." said Banto, the head of Shinobu: "According to the time when the temple was established, past arrears need to be paid back. Your Ginkaku Temple has a long history, it has been more than three hundred years, right? The general is kind-hearted, and it is only a small amount.
Erase it and pay it back as an integer of three hundred years."
A harsh curse word was stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out.
The monks' faces turned green and red, and veins popped up.
This is forcing us to die!
A bloody grin appeared on Fantou's face. He had long been unhappy with the group of monks. He patted the saber on his waist and said, "Don't let the general down, please."
All the monks had awkward smiles on their faces.
After Fantou left with his troops, the monks couldn't wait to jump up and down.
"She is forcing us to die!!! Damn Konoha rural ninjas!!!" A monk yelled angrily, and the solemn hall was no longer solemn.
"She is just forcing us to die." Another monk said: "There is no reason and it is not easy to kill us. We still have some weight among the people."
"Just rebel against her! Let's go shoulder to shoulder together! Call those untouchable believers! Let's see what she does!?"
"Are you an idiot!" said a monk: "Isn't this exactly what she wants! Stick your head out and let her chop it off!"
"Besides, is it really feasible?"
"Don't look at what she has given to the untouchables during this period, including various tax exemptions and benefits. Those people are now full of hope and confidence in the future. The untouchables would like to keep her at home and worship her day and night. What will they do for her?
Are we trying to lose our heads?"
"Damn it! They don't regard us as human beings at all! They are just untouchables, but when they come to our place, they will bully others! Can we still have a good life in the future!?"
The designation has not had a good time.
The faces of all the monks were dark.
"Be patient and see what others plan to do."
"Now Konoha is gaining momentum. In this Ninja World War, the future of other countries is worrying. The most terrible thing is that we are under Konoha's nose and there is no shadow that can fight against Konoha."
Now we need someone with high enough prestige to step forward and take the lead.
If we fail, I won't be the main culprit, so it can be regarded as a fallback route.
so...
"What will we do if it doesn't work out?"
What to do, cold salad.
Just listen honestly.
If life is hard, just be hard. If you can't get through it easily, treat it as hard work.
In another hundred or two hundred years, I will be a good man again.
"The poll tax is not important, the worst is layoffs." A monk said: "We raise too many people, and then reduce the income of the monks below, and it only costs a few dollars. There will always be a way. The key to the problem is
, three hundred years of back payment.”
"We can't pay!"
Sadly, I don’t seem to have that much money.
At this time, the host who had been carefully checking the terms said quietly.
"We have money, we can pay it."
But with this cut, the bottom is basically clear.
Over the past three hundred years, all the efforts of the past generations have come to nothing.
This is not an ordinary pain in the body.
But spending money to buy lives, overall, this business is not a loss!
Look at the group of people hanging outside. The money is gone and the people are gone.
"Great!" After hearing this, some monks breathed a sigh of relief and found a way out.
With his face twitching, the host said: "You can prepare to pay the money first, but we must continue to wait and see the situation."
This is really hard to bear.
However, as long as the monastery remains, we can continue to accumulate wealth, and sooner or later we will be able to recover it all.
"Let everyone get ready."
As he spoke, the host stood up and looked at the shining golden Buddha behind him.
"Amitabha..."
After clasping his hands and bowing, he said.
"Have someone come and scrape the gold off the Buddha's body and smelt it into lumps."
The majestic Buddha has his eyes closed and his eyebrows lowered.
Not so angry that I jump.
The eyes of all the monks were red, and they shed a few tears, looking sad.
"What a sin!"
A monk stamped his feet sadly.
People have been laid off, so it can be optimized.