Xie Jing's eyeballs rolled twice.
He can be sure, certain and absolutely convinced that your words are definitely not just literal.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he tapped his folding fan on his palm.
He said: "Huo Xianke injured his forehead, and the doctor who treated him used a needle to trap part of his Qi. Therefore, in the end, he only needed to prick the air bag, and after the collision on the second floor, the person who received the needle will be fine. Yes. Right, sir?"
Di Ying nodded with a smile and praised: "Very smart."
Xie Jing opened the folding fan and fanned it proudly.
However, thinking about the miraculous methods of adults and how to make things perfect step by step, Xie Jing couldn't feel proud anymore. I feel like my IQ is being undermined in front of my own adults.
So I actively used my brain and asked the adults.
"Sir, since Your Majesty began to pursue Buddhism, temples have sprung up everywhere and been built everywhere. Many of them are not authentic. Anyone can shave his head, burn his scars, circle the land, and build some A house and a plaque can become a temple. How do you deal with this? Is it enough to just explore the temple opposite?"
Di Ying was also thinking about this problem.
Because the temple receives various preferential treatment, there is no need to pay taxes on anything within the scope of the temple. Including fields, incense, etc.
Every year, he could also receive a large amount of money from the court to support monks, Taoists, nuns and other monks.
And because His Majesty took the lead, people also like to go to temples to offer incense.
There is no temple, temple or nunnery that is poor. Even in front of the father-in-law on the roadside, there is constant incense and tributes all year round.
We can't let Di Ying burn down illegal temples, temples, and nunneries all over the country like he burned down Jiangnan Road, right? No matter how much he didn't want to die, it would be difficult for him to stay with Hui Hui'er.
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While Di Ying and the others were still thinking about those things.
Pingfu Village in Yangning County was in chaos.
"Did you hear that I don't allow you to go? You're a careless child. Your parents have raised you up so hard that they just asked you to farm and support your family. But you want to be a monk? You, you, you...I Kill you!"
A middle-aged woman grabbed a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, held a stick in one hand, and whipped the boy's calf without thinking.
The young man struggled, but did not dare to use too much force for fear of hurting his mother.
All I could do was shout back: "What's wrong with me? What's the point of farming? I'm exhausted to death for a year and can't even afford a piece of meat. Look at the monks in the temples. They eat a lot of fish and meat every day." , I don’t have to do any work, and my hands get cramps when I get money.
Isn't it just a matter of shaving your hair? A scar? I can get whatever I want, get whatever I want, and I can let you all leave the village completely and go to the city to live a good life. What's wrong with me?
Isn't that better than me guarding you all the time? Why don't you take a look at what you have become like if you have lived like this and generations of people have lived like this?
After working hard all my life and not being able to see a doctor, when I get old, I can only lie down and wait for death. This kind of life is what you have thought about, not what I have thought about, nor is it what I want to see you living like this. As for the temple, where I can have food, drink, and money without working, I want to go! "
The aunt stopped what she was doing, sat down on the ground dejectedly, and cried.
Yes, my son was not wrong. They have worked hard all their lives, with their faces facing the loess and their backs turned to the sky. They are reluctant to eat, drink, and wear. They have saved a lifetime of money, but it is not enough to see a doctor or buy a medicine.
Every day, if you can't even fill your stomach, and live a life where you can see your head at a glance, but there is no hope, is this really considered alive?
My son is now looking for another way out, a way out where he can afford to live, get sick, and die. What can he do wrong?
In the same village, about 20 other young men and even middle-aged men in their thirties were also quarreling with their families.
They also want to go up mountains and enter temples. They no longer want to farm. They also want to live a life where they can get money with their hands and have enough to eat while lying down.
An old man wiped the tears on his face and slammed the crutch in his hand on the ground. He kept punching it, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said bitterly: "God, look at it. What is this kind of world like?" What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”
An aunt also fell to the ground, slapping her thighs and crying loudly.
"Go! You old man, go! If you want to go, go alone. Why did you bring your sons with you? Are you all burned to death? How can the mothers, daughters-in-law, and children in this house of us survive? How to live..."
But no matter what kind of crying, beating, scolding, spitting, or begging... it was of no use.
One can imagine how decisive a person who has suffered all his life is when he has a chance to turn around.
What's more, those who are leaving, and those who still have conscience, think that when they have money, they will get the money back, and their families will enjoy the happiness.
But the land is desolate... and so are the people...
The fields will not become fields, the land will not become land, the family will not become a family, and the people will no longer be human beings...
And in another Majia Village.
It was broken in by a few vicious monks.
They stood at the entrance of the village and shouted loudly: "According to the head count, each person takes out one hundred copper coins and donates it to the Buddha. If anyone does not follow, it is disrespectful to the Buddha. We, the masters, will represent the Buddha and uphold the principles." The Buddha intends to send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Another monk had his robe almost falling to his hips, his hat tilted, his fat belly and his fat face.
He also kindly reminded: "Don't blame the poor monk for not reminding you. Anyone who fails to pay tribute to the Buddha will be arrested and sent to the temple prison. In there, tsk tsk, it will be difficult to go in standing and walk out again. . When the time comes, it won’t be a matter that can be settled with a hundred copper coins. Come on, come on, pay it quickly, those who know the current affairs are heroes. I believe you don’t want to suffer more like this, right?"
These words made the villagers tremble with anger.
The old village chief walked out on crutches, trembling slightly, pointed at them and said: "You come once a month, and each of you has to pay a hundred coppers each time. Where do we get the money?
Look at our village. How many strong men are there? No one lives in the land and no one takes care of the home. Where does the money come from?
You, you all come from village households, and you also come out one by one from the homes of people like us.
How can you go out and break your heart? We are all fellow countrymen, how can you do this? ! And in the name of Buddha, Buddha wants you to harm the people? "
"Get out! You old man, you are so shameless. Hurry up and get the money!"
A monk kicked the old village chief down and kept yelling and cursing.
