Chapter 59: These monks are rich, very rich, very rich!
Within the next few days, Kong Qing's life seemed to have returned to peace.
Every morning I get up and practice sword fighting for half an hour. After getting some physical activity, I have breakfast, then go straight to the entrance of Zhuangyan Temple to collect wool. After closing the stall in the afternoon, I chat with Kunlun Numoli, and then return to Qingdu Temple or go to Zhao's House in West City.
Have a delicious meal at the lady's restaurant.
After a few days of accumulation, Kong Qing had gradually mastered his own strength after establishing the foundation, and also seriously re-learned the Qinglian Sword Song.
Almost every time he practiced, Kong Qing could feel his swordsmanship improving.
The Pei family's meritorious work has begun quietly. In addition to the renovation project of Qingdu Temple, Kong Qing also received their first relief from the panel yesterday afternoon.
The merits of poverty.
Although there are not many merits, only about ten points, Kong Qing believes that as long as the Pei family continues to do good deeds under his suggestions, he will continue to receive feedback from his side.
The water flows slowly, and the size is also an input.
The only thing that puzzled Kong Qing was that the gang of thieves and monks in Zhuangyan Temple were really silent.
During this period, Kong Qing would throw an identification spell at anyone who tried to get close to him without even looking at them, but so far he had found nothing.
Even for some of the passing monks from Zhuangyan Temple, Kong Qing did not see any plans against him on their dashboards.
It’s quite puzzling!
Could it be said that these monks are really cowardly?
But the problem is that Pindao still holds your leverage. If you just let Pindao go, aren't you afraid that Pindao will make what you have done public?
Could it be that you are so confident that it won’t matter even if I am exposed to you?
After hesitating for a few days, Kong Qing decided to find time to go to Zhuangyan Temple to investigate at night.
Well, that’s right, after building the foundation and entering the Tao, Kong Qing felt that he had expanded...
With the bamboo dragonfly that can fly freely, coupled with his own Taoist skills, the swordsmanship of Sword Fairy Li Qinglian and the ancient dust suit, it can be said that he can advance, attack, retreat or defend...
The world is full of possibilities!
If that doesn't work, there is also a dwarf hand-held cannon in the demon refining pot on Kong Qing's waist, which can be changed at any time with one click.
As long as the Taoist master Yuan Tiangang has not reached the level where identification skills cannot tell the information, then whether it is a human or a monster, Kong Qing is sure to teach him how to behave using a dwarf holding a cannon.
Under the trolls, all living beings are equal!
So, after Kong Qing felt that he had completely digested the strength and insights after building the foundation, on a dark and windy night, a bamboo dragonfly flew silently across the night sky above his head in the direction of Zhuangyan Temple.
Suspended in the sky above Chang'an City at night, the gap between the rich and the poor in Chang'an City can almost be seen at a glance.
In the Daming Palace and Tai Chi Palace in the north, there are dense lights flashing. The markets on both sides of the Tai Chi Palace are also brightly lit and dotted with stars, which are very eye-catching in the dark night.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is a certain market located in the southeast corner of the imperial city. It can be said that the candles are brightly lit, like daylight, and Kong Qing can faintly hear the sounds of singing and dancing coming from that market.
That's right, that's the famous Pingkangfang where many ragged ladies live!
From north to south, the dots of lights begin to become increasingly scarce. After passing Yongle Square, where Kong Qing is located, there may only be two or three candlelights in a certain square. When we approach Nancheng,
Many places in the city were completely dark, with no candlelight at all.
In the dark south of Chang'an City, the Zhuangyan Temple in the southwest corner seems to have suddenly emerged. The brightness of the lights is almost as bright as the Daming Palace, second only to Pingkangfang.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Kong Qingfei looked at the brightly lit Zhuangyan Temple in the night sky outside the Zhuangyan Temple, and then looked back at the Qingdu Temple with only one or two lights flashing. Tears of envy were about to flow from the corners of his mouth.
"These monks are really too rich, too extravagant, and too squandered... No, they have to rob the rich and give to the poor."
What Kong Qing didn't know was that since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the widespread spread of Buddhism in China had led to a sharp increase in the wealth of the Sangha. By the Daye period of the Sui Dynasty, there were a total of 3,985 Buddhist temples, monks and nuns in the country.
Two hundred and thirty-five thousand two hundred people.
Please note that the number of monks and nuns mentioned here only refers to those monks and nuns who have officially shaved their heads and become monks, not counting those who temporarily practice in the temple, and most importantly, those who work in the temple
The slaves don't count either.
Some people want to say, don’t the monks practice in the temple? Aren’t the monks doing all the work in the temple themselves? Why are there slaves in the temple?
In fact, since the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the status of monks has been very high. Monks will never do menial tasks such as sweeping the floor, washing clothes, and cleaning. The monks are responsible for chanting sutras, meditating, and practicing every day. All other tasks are done by their slaves.
Completed.
Otherwise, why would Fu Yi say that these monks are all moths?
The rule that these monks had to work by themselves in order to earn a living would not be implemented until Zen Master Baizhang Huaihai, who was born a hundred years later, formulated the Baizhang Qing regulations.
Today's monks are basically masters, and they have servants to take care of their daily chores. They live a very comfortable life.
According to historical records, when Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty exterminated Buddhism, he directly liberated 150,000 slaves from the monk temples and turned them into two-tax households.
This was after Li Tang had suppressed the development of monks for more than a hundred years since Li Yuan and Li Shimin suppressed the development of monks. These monks could find hundreds of thousands of slaves in their temples. Now, in the early Tang Dynasty, the number of slaves is only
There will be more.
And as Kong Qing said, these monks are rich, very rich, very rich!
Not to mention anything else, the amount of land owned by these four thousand monk temples alone exceeds more than 40 million acres. Even after the war, a large number of people died, and the land has become a bargain price, these lands
The value is also worth tens of billions, not including gold, silver and other valuables donated by believers as well as free money.
It is not an exaggeration to say that these monks are as rich as the country!
"Well, where to find it?"
Kong Qing was floating in the sky above Zhuangyan Temple, looking at the brightly lit lights below, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I remember that in the resumes of those monks, there seemed to be a name that appeared very frequently, and I also met him when I met Yang Mudan, the eldest lady of the Yang family. Her name seemed to be Fazheng..."
Kong Qing's body was like a ghost in the air, falling silently to the roof of the front hall of Zhuangyan Temple, sticking his head out and looking down.
"Where is that monk Fazheng?"
I saw four everlasting lamps as big as ocean bowls lit on the left and right sides of the front hall, and two rows of candles lit in front of the shrine in the hall. The entire front hall was illuminated not just like daylight, but almost as well.
Kong Qing sniffed slightly.
"It's so extravagant. They actually use sesame oil to light lamps. The poor Qing Du Guan can't even bear to use sesame oil for cooking!"
Against the backdrop of the lights, Kong Qing saw a teenage novice monk sitting on a futon in the corner with a mallet in his hand, his head dozing off little by little.
"Well, it's you, Identification Technique..."
A translucent panel appeared silently beside the little novice monk.
Name: Mingxin
Identity: Novice monk of Zhuangyan Temple
Age: twelve years old
Past: When I was ten years old, my father died in the rebellion, and when I was eleven years old, my mother fell ill and died, so I sold myself to Zhuangyan Temple. Because I was smart, smart and well-behaved, I was noticed by the wise monk of Zhuangyan Temple. I received the novice ordination and became a monk in the temple.
The novice monk.
Now: Because Monk Jingyan was injured, Monk Fazheng was angry and arranged to be on night duty.
Future: After visiting the Lotus, I felt that the divine light shone everywhere, so I changed the name of the Dharma to Shenzhao. Later, I went to Yexia to listen to Master Xiu's Mahayana theory, and Master Xuzhou Kong to listen to Miscellaneous Heart Theory. After that, people said: Henan
Take photos again and again. His heroic voice is not only called for. He died in Anye Temple in Zhenguan.
"Huh!"
Kong Qing scanned the future profile of this young novice, and then looked at the dozing novice below in surprise.
The largest religion in Buddhism, the Lotus Sect, is really full of talents. I just randomly grabbed a handful of them in the temple and caught a future eminent monk.
Kong Qing looked at the photo of the future eminent monk below, and then thought about the team his master Xuancheng had left for him...
It’s really annoying to compare people to each other!
Kong Qing pursed his lips, and his spiritual mind began to quickly search the future monk's panel.
"Monk Fazheng... Well, this is when he is cursing people, this is when he is preaching, this is when he is kicking people... Is this bastard monk a human being? Even teenagers go directly to the scene.
Kicked...
I found the residence of Monk Fazheng, let me take a look, um... on the south side of Zhuangyan Temple, the Zhishi Yard."
Kong Qing turned his head on the eaves and looked somewhere in the temple.