After the Dragon Boat Festival, for some unknown reason, a Western fever suddenly arose in the capital.
To be more precise, it should be his interest in the history, myths and legends of Western countries, as well as the Holy See.
In particular, the legends and stories about the Holy See are constantly being interpreted in the mouths of almost all the storytellers in the city.
The common people are extremely interested in this weird religion and would burn people for fun. Isn't this what the evil cults do?
Why do those red-haired, yellow-haired, and green-haired barbarians believe in evil cults?
I heard that their king had to be crowned by a pope before he could succeed to the throne. Is there any official in the world who is greater than the emperor?
The people in this land are always so simple and traditional. In their understanding, the emperor is the son of Heaven, and the herdsmen of Heaven, whether they are Taoist or Buddhist, must listen to His Majesty the Emperor.
Out of curiosity, the Western fever quickly spread to the entire Gyeonggi Province. It seemed that when greeting people, they would not mention popes, bishops, coronations, child molestation, and burning people without mentioning that they were on the front line of eating melons.
Originally, this kind of curious thing was just one of the things to talk about after dinner. The women used it to gossip, but they didn't want to be put on the stage soon and become the object of discussion by the ministers of the DPRK and China.
Because the religious concepts of the Holy See and its special status in the West have hit the core taboo of the Central Plains bureaucracy, that is, who has greater monarchy or divine power.
In the West, people of all walks of life, whether they are kings or lords, whether they are knights or ordinary people, can only think and live within the framework of religion, and they can never transcend it.
Christianity stipulates seven types of religious ceremonies: baptism, confirmation, penance, Holy Communion, final ceremony, wedding, and ordination.
Except for the last item, all of them must be implemented by ordinary people up to princes and ministers.
It can be said that all major events in life are included in the religious rituals of the Christian church. From birth to marriage to death, there are special religious rituals. A person's life is under the constraints of religion.
Various customs have a profound religious imprint, and almost all customs have a strong religious flavor.
People's clothing, food, housing, transportation, life, old age, illness and death are all related to the church and religion. Even the dramas all play out stories from the Bible.
On the seventieth birthday of British Duke Zhang Yue, when officials from the DPRK and China gathered at the Duke's Mansion to celebrate his birthday, when everyone mentioned this, they combined the gossip together and began to talk about all kinds of weird things about the Holy See.
To be honest, Jia Cong also knows little about Western religions, but he can't help but talk nonsense.
He brought together Catholicism, Protestantism, Orthodox Christianity and ancient Greek mythology, father and daughter, mother and son, brother and sister...
All kinds of weird and unethical myths and stories were told, making everyone go further and further in their pursuit of novelty.
"How can there be such an ignorant, ignorant, and disrespectful sect in the world?"
But after listening to it, everyone tasted a different taste...
It turns out that in the Western countries, power, wealth, and knowledge were all concentrated in the hands of the Holy See, and the rulers of the kingdoms were only ranked second.
Looking at China again, even if the emperor is always unwilling to admit it, since the Han Dynasty, the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats have shared the world.
Almost all the guests thought so. Scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, as the first class of the dynasty, they were very happy that the imperial power was supreme in Daxia.
They, the group of court officials who surrounded the imperial power, were aloof and did not need to kowtow to the monks and Taoist priests. There was no pope in Daxia.
"Fortunately our country is not Western..."
"But there is no guarantee that there will be no pope-like existence in our dynasty. Don't forget the disaster of Liangwu Buddhism."
Jia Cong suddenly spoke quietly, and the atmosphere at the table suddenly stopped, and then everyone burst into laughter.
"Uncle Yongfeng, Buddhism must also abide by the rules set by the Ministry of Rites. If Buddhism dares to have thoughts about the old affairs of Nanliang, colleagues from the Qing Li Department will definitely smile and invite their hosts and masters to the Ministry of Rites for tea and lectures Follow the rules."
These are the officials of the imperial dynasty. Their suppression of religion can be said to be an inherent advantage.
Every king who believes in Buddhism and Taoism will be sprayed all over his body by the officials of the court. After the spraying, they will unite together, temporarily forget the party struggle, unite to suppress Buddhism and Taoism, and even launch a vigorous campaign to exterminate Buddhism.
Fortunately for the Taoist sect, this local religion, which is both mysterious and mysterious, with high levels of ebb and flow, seldom mixes with politics.
Buddhism, a sect that likes to cause trouble, has been slaughtered countless times throughout the ages.
Everyone felt that Jia Cong's talk about Buddhism was a bit too unfounded.
Unexpectedly, Cao Jiugong, the commander of the Dragon Imperial Guard who was sitting at the head of the military attaché table, suddenly spoke.
"You guys underestimate Buddhism..."
I saw Cao Jiugong looking around, specifically looking at the Buddhist officials in the court.
"Do you all know about Songshan Shaolin Temple? The leader of Buddhism in the world. Shaolin monk Yuan Zhen of the Yuan generation has been very active recently. He is liaising all over the capital, trying to persuade the major temples in Beijing to imitate the Western Holy See and establish a Chinese Buddhist country."
What is a Buddhist country? Cao Jiugong didn't elaborate, but almost all of the people here are the best among the best. How could they not understand the meaning of these two words.
How dare you dare to take advantage of us and other nobles!
No one would doubt Cao Jiugong's words. It was impossible for the Dragon Guard Commander to joke about such a thing.
The originally cheerful gossip group suddenly became furious. They believed that Buddhism wanted to restart the Buddhist kingdom of ancient India. Monks were the first-class Brahmins, and they, the officials, were ranked below the monks.
Seeing everyone's anger rushing toward Buddhism, Cao Jiugong and Jia Cong smiled vaguely at each other, and then talked about the power of the Western Holy See and the Brahmins in ancient India...
…
May in the capital seems to be spent in the ever-changing turmoil.
After the officials went to the British Duke's mansion to congratulate their husband on his birthday, they rarely put aside their conflicts and discord for the time being, and united to target Buddhism.
Even those officials in the DPRK who believed in Buddhism wrote letters to urge the Ministry of Household Affairs to clear the land under the name of Buddhist temples across the country.
They even impeached the officials of the Ministry of Revenue, saying that Lin Ruhai, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was passive and sabotaged. The matter of clearing the land has been going on for two years. Buddhism still occupies a large area of fertile land and has never paid a grain of grain tax to the court.
Lin Ruhai immediately became dissatisfied and immediately asked the emperor to ask the Ministry of Household Affairs to make more moves. He hoped that the emperor could support some manpower...
What manpower? Of course it was the Beijing army with sword handles.
As long as it can add money to the treasury, let alone mobilize troops, even if the emperor personally carries a sword to the Mahavira Palace to ask for money from the Buddha, the current king of Great Xia will happily put on his armor and carry a long sword out of the palace.
Soon, the palace issued an order that all Buddhist temples in the world must obey the imperial edict and conduct an inventory of the number of temples and monks in the world.
Five days later, all the temples in the world were ordered to be demolished within a time limit. Including more than 4,600 Tianxia temples and 40,000 Lanruo (private monk residences).
The dismantled temple materials were used to repair the government posthouses, the gold and silver Buddha statues were handed over to the state treasury, the iron statues were used to cast farm implements, and the bronze statues, bells and chimes were used to cast money.
In just over ten days, various localities reported that tens of millions of hectares of fertile farmland owned by temples and 150,000 slaves had been confiscated.
Monks and nuns ordered a total of 260,500 people to return to secular life, and released more than 500,000 good people to serve in the monasteries. The government received a large amount of property, land and taxpayers from the movement to abolish Buddhism.
It is said that Qi Shiyi, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites Temple and the Qing Dynasty official department, personally led a team to Henan. It is estimated that the news of Shaolin Temple will be spread back to the capital soon.
Master Yuanzhen probably would never have dreamed that the sudden appearance of "Yuanyou destroying Buddha" was caused by Jia Cong's desire for revenge and Cao Jiugong's desire to suppress possible signs of Buddha chaos.
At this time, Yuan Zhen no longer cared about targeting the Rong Guo Mansion. The imperial court was conducting strict inspections on temples all over the country and purging Buddhism in Daxia. His bald head was like a bright light, and he would be stared at every time he went out.
When he heard that the imperial court had sent an imperial envoy to lead a thousand elite imperial troops out of the capital to Henan, he immediately couldn't sit still. He quickly packed up and left the capital, hoping to rush back to Henan to live and die with Shaolin.
Yuan Zhen even forgot that there was an ally in the capital, Jia Hua. The news about Jia Hua was sent to the Shuntian Mansion Yamen urgently by Ni Er.
When Jia Hua, who was still restless in the Yamen, heard that Yuan Zhen was leaving the capital, he quickly changed into regular clothes and hurried after him.
Leaving the capital from Yongding Gate, Jia Hua chased him for more than an hour regardless of the bumps. It was almost dark. Not only did he not see Yuan Zhen's shadow, but he missed the closing time of the city gate.
He originally wanted to stay overnight in a small town next to the official road in the south of the city and rush back to the capital early the next morning.
Unexpectedly, when he woke up the next day, he was tied up and squeezed into the same carriage as Monk Yuanzhen.
Bang~
The road was very bumpy, obviously not the smooth Gyeonggi official road.
Jia Hua tried his best to bump into Yuan Zhen, who was sleeping (unconscious) beside him, trying to wake him up. Unfortunately, no matter how much he hummed and bumped into Yuan Zhen, he could not wake him up.
"Don't waste your efforts. The Mongolian sweat medicine given by Mr. Yu from the Taiyuan Hospital will make even a bear unconscious for twelve hours."
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the sunlight outside was so dazzling that Jia Hua finally saw the person coming.
His eyes narrowed, and cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.
Jia Shiyi, one of the military commanders of Rongguo Mansion, and a confidant of Yongfeng Bo Jia Cong.
Therefore, he and Yuan Zhen fell into the hands of the Jia family.
"Huh, huh..."
With his mouth blocked, Jia Hua couldn't speak at all, and could only growl anxiously and fearfully.
Jia Shiyi sneered and raised his eyebrows at Jia Hua.
"Stop mumbling nonsense, your incident has happened. My third master is waiting for you and this damn bald man in Fusi, Beizhen~"
…
Cao Jiugong, the Commander-in-Chief of the Dragon Imperial Guard, was personally in charge of Fusi in Beizhen at this time.
He has been in charge of the Dragon Guard for eleven years and has never handled such a popular case. The civil and military officials of the entire court gave their full support, and Tiqi was arresting people all over the capital. So far, there has not been a memorial to impeach the Dragon Guards, which is unprecedented.
There were even ministers who believed in Buddhism and took the initiative to send evidence of the crime of a certain Buddhist great "sage" to Long Jinwei.
"Everyone is worried about me. All the officials in the court are watching us. If we can't handle this case, we will all be sent to the minister's room. After that, we will go to the palace to serve the nobles!"
The hundreds of people in the execution room were going crazy. The table was banging so hard that the strongman holding the soldering iron almost burned his thigh.
Zhi~
A scream rang out, followed by the devilish interrogation of the strongman.
"Say it or not? Say it or not?"
When it comes to torture methods, if Long Jinwei is ranked second, there will be no one in the world who dares to rank first.
The soldering iron left burnt black marks on the chest of a fat and bald man, and then the smell of burning spread in the dark cell.
The other monk who was hanging on the wooden frame was already peeing and excreting, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. When the strongman gave him a cold look, he immediately started crying.
"I said, I said, sir, don't brand me, I said everything!"
Lux asked in surprise: "Damn it... did I ask anything just now? Do you know what I want to know? Tell me everything..."
Zhi~
There was another scream, and Lux was finally satisfied and threw the soldering iron into the brazier and continued to heat it.
These two monks were used to being pampered, so they could not withstand the stimulation of the iron on their chests, and they immediately fainted from the pain.
Another strongman wanted to pour cold salt water on him to wake him up, but the executioner raised his hand to stop him and said: "Sixth son, don't worry..."
"Ah? Brother Wei, seeing that this man is about to say something, why not take advantage of the victory and get the information we want, so that we two can go and collect the reward from Lord Baihu."
Liuzi was a little puzzled. Lord Baihu had just said harsh words. If the case was not solved, he would be castrated and sent to the palace. He didn't want to lose the quality of being a man at all.
Brother Wei chuckled and whispered: "Master Baihu is just trying to scare us. After all, the governor personally came to Beizhen Fusi to take charge today. He was just showing off to the governor. Even if we asked for any important information, It doesn't matter to us strong men to be rewarded for our meritorious service. What matters is the money hidden by these monks..."
What does the monk represent?
Who can not love the free money?
As a non-staff member of the Dragon Guard, Brother Wei knew that no matter how beautifully the case was handled, nothing would happen to him if he was rewarded for his meritorious service.
Therefore, from the beginning, he had no intention of finding out anything useful to the case from the two monks. Instead, it was the money hidden by the two monks.
About an hour later, two monks, one fat and one thin, died in the cell.
Brother Wei and Liuzi were whipped twice by their leader, a small flag from Beizhen Fusi, and then sent them home to reflect on themselves.
There was not much progress in the case because Cao Jiugong didn't even know how far he wanted to take the case.
He just sat with Jia Cong in the pavilion of Fusi in Beizhen, enjoying the rare leisure and comfort.
The confessions sent from the execution room were piled up in a wooden box. Cao Jiugong just picked up one at random and looked at it carefully.
"Two more monks have died, and what comes out is still nothing new. There are a lot of fair-weather monks, or it's just such nonsense as loan sharking."
Jia Cong lay down directly on the fence beside the pavilion and used a broken bamboo to tease the koi in the pond.
After hearing what Cao Jiugong said, he curled his lips and said, "This is normal. The biggest creditors in the capital are the monks. Otherwise, where would these monks get the money to buy wine and meat?"
"That's true..."
Cao Jiugong smiled dumbly, but soon became worried.
He threw the confession back into the wooden box and asked bitterly: "Brother Cong, how far should this case be handled? Your Majesty won't give me an accurate answer. I feel a little unsure!"
ha?
Jia Cong's face was full of shock, and he turned to look at Cao Jiugong: "Dudu, are you kidding me? At this point, if we don't wipe out Buddhism, how can we be worthy of those civil and military officials who are fully supporting us? "
The emperor didn't speak, it was because the officials had already spoken for him.
In the past, officials in the DPRK might have stood up and said a few words for Buddhism for some reason.
But this time, all the officials wished that everyone in Buddhism would die.
If Buddhism wants to climb on top of the officials, it is touching the vital interests of the officials.
At this point, let alone a monk, even if the Buddha comes to earth in person, all officials will be determined to fight the Buddha to the end.
The emperor used the mouth of the officials to destroy the Buddha, and the officials used the Dragon Guard to destroy the Buddha. With the Dragon Guard as a sword, everyone does not have to be contaminated with cause and effect, so why not do it?
As for the Dragon Guards, they were born to do dirty work. There is no afterlife in this life. As long as you have merit, don't worry about cause and effect, just kill.
It's not that Cao Jiugong didn't know, he was just a little scared.
Whether he believes in Buddha or not is one thing, but with such a big cause and effect as destroying Buddha, he really wants to shrink back.
"Damn, it's different from what I expected. I thought I was just checking the Shaolin Temple..."
Jia Cong rolled his eyes and advised: "Dudu, it's come to this point, whoever retreats will die. Really, don't underestimate this group of political people, just pull one out and cut it open. The hearts are black!”
Cao Jiugong sneered: "How could I not know? I'm just complaining..."
He pointed to a wooden box full of confessions. To put it bluntly, they were innocent souls, poor women who were kidnapped and sold in brothels.
"Even for these reasons, I am willing to go to Abi Hell!"
Jia Cong stretched himself out, sat up straight, and said solemnly: "Count me in, the teacher has been running all over the summer just to promote the clearing of land. This cancer of Buddhism must be completely eradicated this time! "
…
Jia Cong sat in Fusi, Beizhen, for a whole day. Just before nightfall, some soldiers rushed back to the capital, saying that they had captured Monk Yuanzhen and Jia Hua.
However, less than two-quarters of an hour away from the capital, he encountered a Dragon Guard warrior who had escaped from Ashoka Temple.
According to what the strong man said, he secretly saw a yellow-robed lama in Asoka Temple, having a secret conversation with a man in python robes...
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