"Are you threatening me?"
Wang Qinruo looked at the fat black monk and said.
"No, the poor monk just wants to tell you that our Buddhism is also related to the stability of the world. There are many people in the world who believe in Buddhism, and it is inevitable that some righteous people will..., I hope you will not act rashly, so as not to harm me, Buddha Tathagata. It would be bad if it causes disaster and harms family, relatives and friends.”
What the fat black monk said was threatening Wang Qinruo either covertly or covertly.
"kill him."
Wang Qinruo said.
"Yes, sir."
Yu and the three brothers responded and rushed forward.
"Yu Jiulian?"
"All sentient beings?"
"Snowdrops?"
The monks also recognized the identities of the three people.
They just called out the names of three people.
The fat black monk was beaten to death by three people.
Yu Jiulian cut his neck, and blood spurted directly into the sky. .
Pudu cut off his limbs before he fell. When the limbs fell to the ground, they were still twitching.
The snow bamboo leaf whisk pierced his chest at the last moment, nailing him to the ground.
"Hey, you do recognize us."
Yu Jiulian put the sword back into its scabbard and trampled the head that rolled to his feet into pieces.
The three of them returned to Wang Qinruo and bowed their hands before retreating behind him.
"Master Wang, what do you mean?"
Monk Mingwu took a step forward and pointed at Wang Qinruo and asked.
“Isn’t today the eighth day of April, the Christmas Dharma Ceremony of Sakyamuni Buddha?”
Wang Qinruo ignored Monk Mingwu.
He looked at a middle-aged monk.
"Yan Hui, tell me what you found."
The person Wang Qinruo was talking about was Yanhui, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple.
The abbot of the Song Dynasty Temple was invited by them. Is it a royal temple? It has a solid foundation. It is the master who can make loan sharks and open gold and silver shops in Kaifeng City.
This is a master with great hands and eyes. This means that Yan Hui has just become the host and needs connections to invite him. Otherwise, this is a master who would not be able to invite him at ordinary times.
Unexpectedly, Wang Qinruo would find him first.
Yanhui, who was wearing a loose monk's robe, stepped forward and gave Wang Qinruo the official courtesy of a subordinate meeting a superior.
"Xiaguan Yanhui pays homage to the Prime Minister."
After giving the gift, Yanhui took out several account books from his arms, held them in both hands, and presented them to Wang Qinruo.
"The lower official was ordered to come to various temples in the south of the Yangtze River to investigate. Now he has recorded all the land and money of the temples in the south of the Yangtze River, illegal incidents, desperadoes gathered, and privately trained monk soldiers one by one in these account books. Please also ask Your Excellency, take a look."
"Yan Hui, you did a good job. Then tell me what secrets these four hundred and eighty temples have."
Wang Qinruo did not take over the account books, but asked Huyan Bixian to take over the account books.
"These large and small temples in the south of the Yangtze River are generally called the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples. The land in the hands of these temples is as much as 30% of the land in the south of the Yangtze River. Some of them are hundreds of acres, and some are no less than tens of thousands of acres. Like this Nanchan The total land of the temple and its affiliated temples is no less than ten million hectares, and the farm laborers of the Jiangnan temple also have a population of one million. It can be said that 20 to 30% of the people in Jiangnan are under their control."
Yanhui began to tell Wang Qinruo and the faithful men and women present how these temples allocate land to the tenants.
"They allocate fat fields to wives who look good, and thin fields to wives who look ugly. Moreover, many temples are descendant temples passed down from father to son."
As soon as Yan Hui said what he said, people in the square of Nanzen Temple began to talk, and the voices were so loud that it was difficult to hear what was said.
"Anymore?"
Wang Qinruo waited until everyone stopped talking and asked again.
"Yes, adultery with women is the norm in some temples. Some of the so-called temples that are said to be effective in praying for children are those where the monks had an affair with the wife who wanted to have a child and got pregnant."
After saying this, the expressions of the monks changed.
"Yanhui, shut up."
An old monk rushed forward.
"kill."
Wang Qinruo pointed a finger, and the old monk was shot into a sieve by a bow and arrow.
"The land south of the Yangtze River is originally a land of fish and rice. Even if you can't survive here, you can still go elsewhere. You can always survive by opening up wasteland and farming or selling yourself to those big households. But in order to prevent the tenants from escaping, these monks stayed in the temple Train monk soldiers to kill the whole families of those tenants who have fled the country, or send bandits to kill all the big families who have taken in temple tenants."
"What do you mean by sending bandits?"
Wang Qinruo asked, catching the bandit.
"The bandits are all from these temples. Once the news gets out, those bandits will immediately become ordained and become monks, and then they will become bandits again when the news is over."
Yanhui exposed all kinds of illegal activities in the southern temple one by one, leaving all the faithful men and women present dumbfounded and no longer knowing what to say.
The abbots of the large and small temples in the south of the Yangtze River also had livid faces, but they looked ferocious.
"Yan Hui, don't forget that you are also a bandit. Back then you were the famous Xichuan Tiger and Leopard in the green forest. Gao Feihu, you are also a gangster."
Monk Mingwu watched Yan Hui reveal their old secrets one by one, and immediately revealed Yan Hui's secrets. They were all bandits, and no one could have an easy time.
Yanhui straightened the monk's clothes calmly.
"I am the abbot of the Daxiangguo Temple, and the chief monk in charge of the Buddhist monks and nuns all over the world. The great monk Zheng has an ultimatum, and he has a seat in the Ministry of Rites. How can you compare with me, let alone supervise the Buddhist monks and nuns in the world? Lawlessness is the responsibility of this official, and disputes in Buddhism are handled by this official. If you have anything to sue me, you might as well tell me."
Yan Hui looked at the faces of those monks that looked like they were eating, and couldn't help but sneered: "If you still want to expose me, you must first see clearly that I am the abbot of that temple who is speaking, no matter how big or small."
"Yanhui, step back."
Wang Qinruo patted Yan Hui on the back.
Yanhui retreated behind Wang Qinruo without saying a word.
"How about this gift from me? I think Sakyamuni must be happy to come."
Wang Qinruo said with a smile.
"Wang Qinruo, you are going too far to deceive others. You must know that our Buddhist sect has monk soldiers, and there are no less than a hundred thousand monk soldiers in the world. We also have hundreds of thousands of bandits in our hands. If you are sensible, just retreat on your own. Otherwise, I won’t be able to make things easier for you, at worst..."
A group of monks pointed at Wang Qinruo and started shouting.
"The second gift hasn't been delivered yet. What are you calling, Palm Mouth?"
Wang Qinruo frowned and said.
As soon as the words were spoken, a group of forbidden soldiers stepped forward, grabbed the group of monks, and began to slap their mouths.
"This second gift is to destroy the mountains and cut down the temples. Today, the birthday of the Tathagata, all the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty will be destroyed. Today, the Great Song Dynasty will begin to destroy the Buddha in Jiangnan."
After Wang Qinruo finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the heads of the tied monks fell to the ground at the same time.
"Wang Qinruo, aren't you, Zhao Song, afraid of our Buddhist sect's revenge? Those three martial arts sects and one sect will not die well after they destroy the Buddha."
The monks began to threaten Wang Qinruo with rumors of ghosts and gods.
