"Fangshan Village, east, twelve miles, thirty acres." The tax officer lowered his head and found the record of Fangshan Village in the book. After comparing it, it was correct. He handed it to the last person to check and confirm, put it aside, and continued to pick up the next land deed.
"Fangshan Village, east, thirteen miles, fifty acres."
"Repeat title deed!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly fell silent. The faces of the host and the several monks behind him suddenly changed. One of them couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Nonsense!"
Following the words, he rushed to the two of them like lightning, stretched out his hand and snatched back the land deed.
As soon as the monk moved, Qi Zonghui's face immediately became stern, "You are a bold maniac who dares to attack an official. You are a rebel!"
"Come here, take it with me!"
The monk's face darkened, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Normally, people from the Shaomusi family would not let them go. They were used to being arrogant and domineering, so he subconsciously snatched the land deed and came back. It was too late to regret it now.
Before he could say anything, the two soldiers beside Qi Zonghui stepped forward and reached out to grab the person.
No matter what, this monk is from the Shaomusi Temple. His kung fu is beyond the comparison of two soldiers. Moreover, he cannot be caught no matter what. Facing the outstretched hands, his two arms suddenly trembled outwards.
The two soldiers clicked, clicked, clicked and took three steps back.
At this moment, the monk was a little scared, and swooped back to the host with his toes touching the ground.
"Bold maniac, you dare to resist arrest. The army surrounded me!" Qi Zonghui roared, and the two hundred-man squares behind him dispersed. One hundred-man opponent rushed to the front with steel swords and shields, and the other hundred people took out their weapons from behind.
Strong crossbow.
Two hundred troops marched in neat steps toward a group of monks and surrounded them.
The host's face changed drastically, and he immediately stood up and called the Buddha, "Amitabha, general, please stop."
"Hui Xing, you still haven't returned the land deed!"
The monk named Hui Xing immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and obediently handed the land deed back.
Seeing the siege stop, the host breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw the crowd separated into a passage. Qi Zonghui strode over. He looked at the host up and down with a sneer, and then said loudly: "Assaulting an official and resisting arrest is not surrender."
Just the land deed is enough!"
The host frowned and said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, if you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. Hui Xing already knows that he was wrong, and he will repent in front of the Buddha."
"Yes, yes, the poor monk knew he was wrong, so he decided to repent in front of the Buddha." Hui Xing also quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Hmph, haha, hahaha!" Qi Zonghui curled his lips and laughed loudly: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. Hehe, if everyone is like this, then what use is the national law? You wait, you are putting the national law on
where!"
"General..." The host was about to continue, but was interrupted by Qi Zonghui with a wave of his hand. He pointed at the host and said fiercely: "Old monk, hand over this person immediately, otherwise, you will be harboring fugitives. If the army moves, your entire temple will be destroyed.
Full house!”
As he spoke, Qi Zonghui raised his hand and aimed all the crossbows at it. Each of them placed their hands on the triggers. The hundred swordsmen and shield soldiers raised their shields in front of them, ready to charge at any time.
The scene suddenly became tense. The crowd including the pilgrims who were watching the excitement seemed to have a big stone on their hearts. Qi Zonghui raised his hand high. Everyone knew that once his hand fell, it would be violent.
When the crossbows are fired and the shield soldiers charge, a bloody storm will be inevitable. It's okay if these monks don't resist. Once they dare to resist, they are fighting against the army, which is no different from rebellion.
By then, the entire Shaomu family will be implicated.
All of this was planned long ago. Wang Xuan wanted to force Shaomusi to do it openly and openly to see if they dared to take action!
As long as Wang Xuan is given a sufficient reason to do so in public, Wang Xuan will dare to mobilize all 50,000 Fujian troops and massacre them all in one fell swoop!
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the abbot. A group of monks looked at the abbot anxiously. Their hearts beat faster. They were also anxious. The court is the court, and the army is the army. No matter how beautiful their Shaomusi Temple is,
I don't dare to openly oppose the imperial court.
Even though these people actually listen to Wang Xuan.
"Host!" I couldn't bear the pressure and couldn't help shouting.
"Hosting!" Hui Xing's head, body, and hands were covered with sweat. He felt that he was going to die. If he really fell into the hands of the army, he would probably die without a burial place!
The host was also dripping with cold sweat. He looked into Qi Zonghui's eyes. In those eyes, he saw Qi Zonghui's hidden murderous intention. In an instant, he understood that he must not resist. If the trouble really got bigger, their Shaomusi Temple
Really can't afford it.
"I'll hand it in!" He said this without being a mere monk. After spitting out these two words, he sighed heavily, as if all his strength had been lost. He turned his head and looked at Hui Xing, "Hui Xing."
Okay, master, master, I can’t protect you anymore, the entire temple and even my Shaomu Fujian family cannot afford to sacrifice.”
Hui Xing was shocked, his eyes dimmed, he lowered his head and sighed, then looked up at the host and said, "I understand, little monk."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Qi Zonghui.
The disappointment in Qi Zonghui's eyes flashed and then disappeared, but this time, it did not escape the eyes of the old host.
Sure enough, this army deliberately forced us to wait today.
Qi Zonghui glanced at Hui Xing and ignored him. He was just a bald thief. The Lord didn't pay attention to him at all. He didn't order the army to retreat and just surrounded the opponent.
"Continue to check, and you must be serious and serious. You will never make any mistakes, and you are not allowed to wrongly accuse the other party!"
"I'll understand." The five tax collectors continued to check, reading the land deeds and comparing them in the book. It took more than an hour to check all the land deeds.
Not to mention whether it is true or false, 40% of the land titles are duplicates. These land titles were registered during the previous local verification.
In addition, 40% of the land deeds were verified correctly, but the specific number of acres did not match the actual measurement. Only 20% of the land deeds were correct.
In fact, these are some common methods. The 40% that are repeated are said to belong to the temple when the official collects taxes, which can be exempted from tax. As for the land deed, it is just made privately. It is fake at all.
, in this era of underground anti-counterfeiting methods, they can easily be counterfeited.
As for the other 40% where the numbers don't match, it's because they deliberately changed the measurement from two acres to one.
Qi Zonghui looked at the host and smiled coldly, "Old monk, how do you explain these repeated land deeds?"
"..." The host opened his mouth. He wanted to make a few quibbles, but when he looked into Qi Zonghui's eyes, he suddenly changed his mind. He didn't know if the other party was just waiting for him to quibble. If he gave the other party an excuse, he would cause trouble.
If not, you will be arrested.
He didn't dare to think about what he would be like after being captured. Wang Xuan was the reincarnation of the devil and his methods were extremely cruel. He didn't dare to fall into his hands.
Forget it, money is something external to the body. A poor monk is a monk, so how can he be greedy for money? Before, well, it was all to train his will. Well, that's it. It's just that with less income, I can't leave more for my son.
money...
"I don't even know where these land deeds come from. I haven't seen them, so I don't know!" The host closed his eyes and refused to acknowledge them.
"Haha, in that case, these duplicate land deeds were entered by myself."
"The poor monk doesn't know!"
"This monk's temple also has land deeds, hehe."
"The poor monk doesn't know!"
Qi Zonghui frowned. This old monk started to act like a scoundrel. What the hell, "Then how do you explain the wrong number of acres of land!?"
"Land deeds are all issued by the government, but the poor monks don't know!"
"You!" Qi Zonghui's eyelids twitched in anger, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, he could only snort heavily, "Poverty monk, I think you are poor monks but not poor!"
The reason why the monks call themselves "poor monks" means that monks are all poor, but in fact...the earliest pawnshops and so on were opened by these monks.
Facing Qi Zonghui's ridicule, the host said nothing. It was as if a breeze blew on his face, drying his face, and the smile reappeared on his face again. He looked like a master from this world, which made Qi Zonghui's teeth itch.
He had also read some of the information collected by Ye Huo, and he knew very well how dirty these monks were in private.
Of course, it is wrong to say that there are no real eminent monks in the Shaomusi Temple lineage, but those are just a small number of people who specialize in studying Buddhism. The development of Buddhism on such a large scale has little to do with the credit of these people who study Buddhism.
There are intrigues in the world, and those who can lead Buddhism to develop and grow are all peerless old foxes. Of course, this is called division of labor. Some people are responsible for studying Buddhist scriptures, some are responsible for complex fights, and some are responsible for playing tricks. Only by working together can we achieve success.
Buddhism flourishes.
Moreover, cooperating with local large households and some rich farmers to hide acres of land and evade taxes is itself a means of making friends. If not for this kind of interest entanglement, how could Buddhism be deeply rooted among the people and develop rapidly.
In addition, if you have no money or food, how can you give out porridge and win people's hearts in disaster years? To put it bluntly, the development and growth of both the country and Buddhism are inseparable from money.
If you really become a poor monk, that's the end of it.
The host acted as if he didn't know what was going on, and Qi Zonghui had nothing to do. Remembering that Wang Xuan had told him before that if there was no sufficient reason, don't push too hard. Qi Zonghui took a deep breath and said: "In that case, let's talk to him quickly.
The handover of government houses and the re-determination of land leases."'
After saying that, Qi Zonghui gave an order to the army to put away their weapons and turned around to leave.
As for how to deal with the matter after that, it has nothing to do with him. Wang Xuan will naturally make the decision and will talk to him when he is needed.
Seeing the army lined up neatly and the five hundred people slowly walking away in neat steps, the host breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and the solid air seemed to flow again as the army retreated.
A gust of wind blew past the host, and he felt a cold feeling on his back, and his whole back was wet with sweat. He had not felt it before.