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Chapter 436: True and False Monks

"Wait, wait!" the abbot quickly jumped out to stop him.

"You dare to stop me, you are very brave!"

"No, no, I will take you in, don't mess around." These soldiers did not do anything lightly. Many things in the temple are very precious. Although these soldiers despise them, they

I still cherish it very much.

Wang Xuan nodded and didn't care, what he wanted was money.

Seeing Wang Xuan agree, the old abbot breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered the big, medium and small monks to bring Yu Leyou's soldiers in, while he himself led Wang Xuan towards the treasury.

"Mr. Wang, go and see for yourself. You really don't have that much money. Why don't you believe me?" As they walked, the abbot was still mumbling.

"Believe what you say? You should do it quickly!" When it comes to deceiving people, these bald thieves are professionals. "Okay, stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

The abbot had no choice. The group of people walked inside quietly for a long time. The temple was very big. After all, more than 400 people lived there. There were no buildings in this era. Plus various hall buildings and so on, the entire temple was over 50 people.

mu, about 40,000 square meters.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, we arrived at the treasury behind the temple. Wang Xuan stood at the door of the treasury and looked at the old monk and sneered, "The temple is quite big and there are a lot of people!"

The abbot was stunned for a moment, and then his heart tightened. Although he didn't understand what Wang Xuan meant, he could clearly feel that Wang Xuan had evil intentions.

But this... what's the problem if there are so many people in the temple?

It can only show that our Buddhist Shaomu lineage is prosperous!

"Okay, open the door."

After hearing Wang Xuan's instructions, the old abbot didn't even think about it. He quickly stepped forward and opened the chain lock. The thick mahogany door opened, and the sunlight from the outside world poured in directly. Wang Xuan saw piles of dark green

The hill, various boxes neatly stacked next to it, and wooden shelves beside the wall, all made of golden nanmu, neatly display all kinds of precious treasures and antiques.

Wang Xuan didn't even look at the old monk, and walked in. When he walked in, he realized that the dark green coins were all copper coins. The ropes tied to them had rotted away, and the coins were covered with green patina.

Damn it, what a waste. This money cannot be circulated in the market and can only lie here to rust. It is really a waste of its attributes as money.

He walked to the side and kicked off the lock on the box. He opened the box and saw that it was full of silver and gold. Then he looked back at the golden nanmu shelf with various scrolls and antiques. He reached out and picked up a scroll.

Open it, a set of signatures.

Well, well, well, the words are very...Wang Xuan frowned and tried to find an adjective, but he could only tell that it was good, but he didn't know where it was good specifically. Thousands of compliments turned into shit in the end (wo read softly, cao read

Four tones) two words.

He rolled up the scroll and put it back. He turned to the tax collector outside and shouted, "Come in and take stock." He kicked the mountain of copper coins on the ground and said, "Don't worry about this pile of things. Pull them all back and put them back into the furnace to make them again."

"

What do you mean, don’t worry about it anymore?

The abbot wanted to yell, these mountains of copper coins are worth a lot of money!

But in the end I didn’t dare to object.

Wang Xuan walked out of the treasury, looked at the abbot, and said, "Bring in some chairs, are you going to let me stand like this?"

Damn it, you came to my temple to search, you are so tired... Why don't you kill me? The old abbot took a deep breath and told the people around him: "Go quickly, and then collect the tea collected in the temple."

Get it and make it for Mr. Wang."

Wang Xuan smiled and looked at the abbot, "You are quite capable of doing things!"

The abbot laughed without feeling embarrassed at all, "Mr. Wang can come to the small temple, it must be a great success. How dare a poor monk neglect him?"

"The level of your work now means that you have become a monk. Are you interested in returning to secular life? Even if you are older, I can arrange for you to be a fourth-grade prefect."

"Mr. Wang is so proud of me. The poor monk is old and doesn't want to repeat the worldly affairs again."

Wang Xuan suddenly turned cold, "In that case, let's talk about something else."

"..." This change of face was so fast. The abbot's expression changed and the corners of his mouth twitched. Damn it, what kind of devil is he? He changed as fast as he said.

"Bring out the roster in your temple, and call all the monks in the temple who are okay."

"This, what does this mean!"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Just do it as you are told. I, the king, am the most disciplined and law-abiding person. As long as you make no mistakes or omissions, there will be no problem."

The abbot had no choice but to ask those around him to take care of it. Not long after, more than three hundred monks came together, all of whom had nothing important to do. Another thick roster was also brought over.

Someone next to Wang Xuan also took out a roster, but it was the roster of the two Buddhist and Taoist sects in Xinghua Prefecture registered in the hands of the monk Gangsi of Xinghua Prefecture. Of course, most of them were Buddhist sects, and the Taoist sect only had three or two big and small cats.

The roster of Southern Shaolin was handed over to the scribe who followed Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan got up and came to the group of monks. He walked in front of the group of monks. He suddenly stopped and looked at the abbot and said: "Old monk, according to the Ming Dynasty Hongwu

The "Approval of Buddhism" issued in the 24th year stipulates that many people here wear the wrong color of clothing."

"What's going on with you? Are you despising the laws of the country and not taking the Ming Dynasty into consideration?" Wang Xuan suddenly became harsh, which startled the old monk.

Only then did he remember that there was indeed such a provision. It was a law promulgated by Zhu Yuanzhang in the early Ming Dynasty to restrict the development of Buddhism. However, after more than 200 years, no one cared about it and no one implemented it. In other words,

This law has long been forgotten. If he were not the abbot, he would not know about the existence of such a law.

This is just like the Ming Dynasty that stipulated that merchants could not wear silk clothes.

"The Complete Book of Nongzheng. Volume 4" states that in the 14th year of Hongwu's reign: "The Shangjia wanted to pay more attention to the basics and suppress the weak, and ordered that farmers' homes were allowed to wear yarn and silk cloth, and merchants' homes were only allowed to wear cloth. If there was only one merchant in a peasant's home,

You are also not allowed to wear turban."

In other words, it is illegal for merchants to wear silk clothes (they can only wear cloth clothes).

Now that Wang Xuan has brought this matter up, it is obvious that he is deliberately trying to find trouble, but he still can't say anything. The national law is the national law. Since this law has not been repealed, then these monks have violated the law.

However, this is too much to use chicken feathers as legal arrows. According to this, none of the businessmen will break the law.

But if he really wanted to talk about it, the old abbot really had no choice.

"Take him away!" Wang Xuan gave the order, and soldiers immediately went up to take him away.

The abbot immediately became anxious, stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted, "Wait a minute, you must have worn the wrong clothes of someone else in a hurry, please change them immediately!"

These soldiers did not hear Wang Xuan say stop. Naturally, they ignored the old monk and just pushed his hands away and walked over. The old abbot did not dare to stop him. Otherwise, how could he be beaten by the soldiers with his first-rate skills?

poke.

He quickly turned his head and looked at the crowd. The soldiers were like wolves and tigers trying to catch people. Those who were caught were so frightened that they were at a loss. Who knows what would happen if they were caught? What if the devil directly let people kill them?

The more unknown they are, the more frightened they become. Furthermore, no one from Shaomusi Temple has come to provoke them. These guys have little experience in facing this kind of thing, so they will immediately start to resist.

This scene was so frightening that the abbot's heartbeat slowed down a beat, and he shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to resist. The crime will not lead to death. To resist is to resist arrest. You will fail to rebel!"

Wang Xuan watched with joy, "Hey, old monk, you are quite sensible. Hehe, if anyone really dares to resist, he will be killed without mercy!"

Wang Xuan was smiling when he spoke, but his words were filled with murderous intent.

The old monk was also helpless. He could never make any mistakes next to this demon king, not at all.

In a short time, more than fifty people were arrested. Seeing the abbot's eyelids twitching, he quickly walked to Wang Xuan and asked: "Mr. Wang, this... I accept the punishment in the temple, accept the punishment."

"Accept punishment." Wang Xuan thought about it for a moment. The heaviest clothes of this kind were indeed punishable by death, but they were wearing 'black and yellow' clothes. For a monk, this is not a big problem. However, Wang Xuan looked at

The old monk said: "Do you still have money? Just accept the punishment!"

The old monk was stunned, and subconsciously turned to look at the treasury. A group of people were rummaging through boxes and cabinets inside. He suddenly felt distressed. It's over, no money, all gone!!

Lanshou, shiitake mushrooms...

"Humph, old monk, I give you twenty-four words of mantra - there is no death penalty, but there is no escape from living crime. The state has national laws, and families have family rules. Violators must be prosecuted, and law enforcement must be strict!" Wang Xuan said with a cold face: "Take them all back.

, one year of labor reform!”

One year after the labor reform, the abbot breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he knew that this labor reform was carried out by Wang Xuan. He said that if the prisoners were just imprisoned, they would not get a lesson and waste money and food. He had to make the prisoners work.

It is to satisfy one's own consumption of food and drink, and secondly, it can also exercise the body so as not to get sick and die in a dark cell.

These monks are strong and healthy, and it is perfectly okay to undergo labor reform. However, it is a bit embarrassing, and it is also a blow to their Buddhist power.

After struggling for a long time here, the roster comparison came out. There were more than 400 people, but there were less than 50 people on the roster...

When Wang Xuan took it over and took a look, he immediately turned cold and looked at the old monk and shouted loudly: "What a bald donkey, there are so many fake and shoddy monks!"

This roar immediately made the abbot's heart skip a beat, but... something seemed to be wrong. Since when had there been a fake monk in Shaomusi Temple?

"How can this be possible? These are all real monks. The shortest one has been practicing in the temple for two years." The abbot was so anxious that he broke into sweat.

"You still don't admit it!" Wang Xuan shook the name list in his hand, "Seng Gangsi only registered the names of 50 people and issued more than fifty ultimatums, and you still said there are no fake monks!"

The Senglu Division is located in the capital. Each prefecture has a Sengang Division, the prefecture has a Sengzheng Division, and the county has a Senghui Division, which specializes in managing monks in various places and issuing ultimatums. But in fact, by the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was no one to manage the Sengang Division.

.

As soon as Wang Xuan finished speaking, the abbot froze on the spot. Indeed...except for a few people, no one had given an ultimatum. But, damn, it has been more than a hundred years. When would it be necessary to give an ultimatum excessively, unless you want to travel, go

The scriptures are preached all over the place, otherwise, there would be no one who would think of making an ultimatum, and no one would check it at all!!

It’s not his fault for this matter. Ever since he took up the post of abbot, he has never issued excessive ultimatums, and no one has checked, so the procedure is basically a waste of time...

If Wang Xuan hadn't mentioned it today, he would have forgotten about it, but according to national law, there are more than 400 people in the temple, and only about fifty are real monks, and the rest are fake. This fake monk is a serious crime...



No, have you ever given an ultimatum?


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