Chapter 437: People are alive, but the money is gone!
For a moment, the old abbot fell into deep thought... What the hell, did I have an ultimatum or not?
I have been worrying about the temple for decades, so I am not a fake monk, am I?
Seeing the old monk lost in thought, Wang Xuan blinked. He was a little confused for a moment. He never thought that this old bald thief might be a fake monk...
"Let me see, I can't remember, have I made an ultimatum?" The old abbot raised his head and looked at Wang Xuan in a daze.
Wang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then handed over the roster with interest. The old monk dared to take it and looked through it. He saw it again, and there was nothing there... and he looked again... not even there. Damn it, I turned out to be a fake monk...
Wang Xuan also looked over and saw the old monk reading it over and over again. He couldn't help but look at the old monk with some pity. He had stayed in the temple all his life and worked hard all his life. In the end, he was still a fake. It was really embarrassing.
, even though he was displeased with the old monk, Wang Xuan felt some sympathy and comforted him: "Old bald thief, you are a fake monk. You are suspected of illegally becoming a monk and pretending to be a monk. Come with me."
Well, you have the right to remain silent, but what you say will become evidence in court!"
The old monk's face changed drastically. Let's not talk about anything else. If the news that Abbot Nan Shaomu is a fake monk is spread, who knows how much trouble it will cause. Will the thousand-year-old reputation of Shaomusu Temple be lost!?
No, absolutely not!
"I must have an ultimatum, and the thousand-year reputation of Shaomusi Temple must not be ruined!" The old abbot stared at Wang Xuan, his eyes full of determination, and an unshakable will radiated from his eyes.
"Snapped!"
Wang Xuan slapped the old monk on the bald forehead, "Why the hell is it necessary? Who are you talking to!?"
This snap not only hit the old abbot on the head, but also hit the heads of the more than 300 monks around him. For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely depressed. Apparently, they all heard the conversation over there.
He is a fake monk, and even the abbot is fake!
"Ouch." The abbot covered his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched in anger. He wanted to resist but had no confidence, so he ignored the pain and embarrassment. He looked at Wang Xuan and said, "Mr. Wang, tell me, how can you give it to me?"
The people in the temple will prepare the ultimatum."
"Hey, that's right. Please be direct. I hate it when people beat around the bush with me." Wang Xuan nodded and said with a smile: "The state has national laws, and families have family rules, but... legal principles are nothing more than human relationships, but after so many years
Monk, it’s a pity that you were arrested and re-education through labor because you didn’t pay the ultimatum. Well, I’ll just be lenient and give you a chance.”
After listening to Wang Xuan's words, the old monk also showed a smile and said, "Amitabha, thank you very much, Mr. Wang."
"But I don't know what conditions are required."
"Yes, this favor is also love. I would like to give it to you, but it's just for the money!"
"When did our Shaomusu Temple lack money? How much do we need? Tell me..." When the words came to his mouth, the old abbot suddenly froze. He saw a group of people moving boxes out of the secret storehouse. He recognized them immediately.
, that was the box containing gold and silver from his Shaomusi Temple, and suddenly... I felt like crying.
The most tragic thing in the world is that people are alive but their money is gone!!
"Look, you have no money. You don't even have enough to pay the fine. Do you understand?"
Wang Xuan's laughter sounded to the old monk's ears like the howl of a devil from hell, so harsh.
"In this case, I won't force you. I like to persuade people with virtue most. Five thousand taels for an abbot and 2,000 taels for an ordinary monk. You can choose how many people you want to serve."
"But, I, we have no money!" the abbot said with a sad face.
"Fart, you have no money, who are you fooling? You still have more than 40,000 acres of land, so many shops, houses, and four oil-pressing workshops alone. You tell me that you have no money. Do you believe it or not?"
I will send troops to seize your properties right now!"
The old abbot took a step back in fright. He almost hated Wang Xuan to death. He would send out the army at every turn. We can't say anything else. Aren't you tired of the old man using the army to make trouble?
If this happened in other provinces, the old abbot would definitely not be afraid. He knew what the guards and troops in other provinces were like. Two years ago, the guards and troops in Fujian were also corrupt. How could anyone dare to say what the army was like?
, with their Buddhist influence among the people, they can start a rebellion with just a little trick. Who dares to provoke them!
But the damn thing happened to be Fujian, with an army of 50,000, all of which were absolutely elite troops. The whole place was run by a monolithic system. Now there is not even a bandit cottage to be found. As for instigating rebellion, we can only hehe, this devil king
He also wished that someone would come out to rebel against that... He just ransacked his family and wiped out the stubborn local forces, which was tantamount to following his wishes.
The old abbot is really out of tricks, he can't beat him, he can't speak out, he doesn't dare to make small moves, he is just like fish on the chopping board, how he slaughters it all depends on the mood of the devil.
"Okay, okay, let me think about it, let me think about it." All kinds of thoughts went through his mind. Finally, the old abbot sighed and could only give in. He had no choice but to use the connections he had returned to secular life before.
Every few years, a group of people from Shaomusi Temple return to the secular world and take root in various places in Fujian. This is also their way to go deep into the local areas and expand their influence and control. Of course, there are also many people who have been in the temple for generations.
When you become a monk, you can just return to secular life and return home when you reach a certain age.
This is also the way they maintain their relationship with Buddhism. This is equivalent to a network, with Putian Nanshaomu as the main hub, and the families who have returned to secular life in various places are branch points. They are interconnected, forming a hidden force that envelopes Fujian.
"Yes, think about it carefully." Wang Xuan put his arms around the old monk's neck and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, you monks, why do you need so much money? If you have a compassionate heart, you can save all sentient beings.
Enough, do you have to have a lot of money to appear sincere and a devout believer?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old monk was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head, "Without money and power, wouldn't it be like a lamb to be slaughtered? The Buddha has eight heavenly dragons to protect him, so why not
There is an Arhat who unleashes the wrath of thunder."
Wang Xuan sighed. This is also the difference between domestic Buddhism and foreign sects. For example, Baoguang Temple in Mount Emei, Sichuan, has 99W incense sticks. Of course, the price of incense sticks in basically all major temples is very expensive, and the specific prices are circulated in small circles.
, Wang Xuan is not very clear, anyway, what is reported is very expensive.
Nowadays, people go to temples for bribes, to spend money to burn incense to pray to Buddha, to ask for fortune-telling, to seek blessings, to beg for peace, to get rich, to be promoted, and to have good luck.
But Wang Xuanyao's Buddhism is not like this. He hopes that people go to the temple to repent their souls, listen to advice and teachings, and tell the ugly and dirty things to the Buddha, relieve psychological pressure, release psychological resentment, and let the soul
Got purified.
"Let me tell you clearly, the current Buddhism is not the Buddhism I want. If you fail to meet my requirements, I will destroy you and rebuild it."
"What!" The old abbot looked at Wang Xuan in horror. He never expected that Wang Xuan would actually want to destroy their Buddhist sect.
However, there is still a glimmer of hope, "What kind of Buddhism do you want?"
Wang Xuan was not polite and said what he wanted. The abbot lowered his head and said nothing. Is there such a person in Buddhism?
The answer is yes, there is.
Throughout the ages, there have been people who devoted themselves to worshiping the Buddha without being contaminated by the worldly world, and who regarded money as dirt. However, these are a minority after all. Can Buddhism be as powerful as it is today with the help of those true monks?
The answer is no, it is simply impossible.
The reason why Buddhism is so prosperous is that it relies on a network of relationships all over the world. The source of influence is the entanglement of interests.
Not to mention others, the old abbot cannot do it himself. Such Buddhism can save all sentient beings, but what good does it do to themselves!?
He himself does not have that kind of sacrificial spirit. He is not a virtuous and eminent monk, and a virtuous and eminent monk cannot be the abbot or abbot of a temple.
Now that Wang Xuan has come to terms with him today, he has to think carefully about what the future will be like.
Now, he didn't even have the time to care about the stolen money, paying ultimatums, etc. They were already trivial matters. The top priority was to figure out a response strategy.
It was not until more than two hours later that the tax collector who took inventory of the treasury found Wang Xuan and reported that there were more than 15 million taels of gold and silver in the treasury, as well as countless copper coins. Jewelry, jade, scrolls, etc. were not included.
Wang Xuan was stunned when he saw the account book. He really didn't expect that a mere Shaomusi Temple would have more money than the seven major families combined. Damn, these thieves are bald. No wonder Sanwu wants to destroy Buddha in a week. There are so many
If you don’t spend the money, you won’t be able to destroy them!
Looking at the waiting old abbot, Wang Xuan said with a cold face: "As expected, I am neither a thief nor a bald man, nor a bald man nor a thief. After accumulating so much money, I have created money shortages everywhere. I would be sorry to all the people in the world except for you!"
Is it wrong to have money? The old abbot cursed in his heart, this is all the wealth accumulated by the previous abbots, and it was snatched away by you, the devil, and you turned around and bit our temple. Having money is also our own.
What you have saved has nothing to do with you!
He doesn't understand and doesn't care about the money shortage. It's all a matter of the country and has nothing to do with their Buddhism. Over the past thousand years, there have been many dynasties and generations, but their Buddhism has always stood firm. In their hearts, they have never cared about it.
The country took it seriously.
"Take away all these fake monks who have no ultimatum. If there are any resisters, shoot them without mercy!" Wang Xuan gave the order, and three thousand soldiers surrounded them completely. Their steel knives were unsheathed and their crossbows were cocked. They all aimed at the unarmed people in the middle.
The monks who gave the ultimatum gathered around him.
Faced with this situation, no one dared to resist. Wang Xuan's evil reputation had long been spread throughout the temple. He was a murderous demon king who had killed thousands of people and didn't care about a few hundred of them.
Furthermore, these people are basically children of their parents. Once they are accused of attacking and killing officers and soldiers, their families will also be implicated, so who dares to resist!
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