Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 241 Checking My Buddha Doesn't Get Over Poor
None of these people believed in Buddhism.

Qiu Zhitao said righteously: "My lord, this move is for the common people of the world, and these rich monks should also make contributions."

He Jinzhao patted the table excitedly and said, "Fuck him!"

A thousand monks, no matter how old or weak, planted [-] mu of land, and each monk had to plant [-] mu of land on average. All of them are monks?
Don't think about it, there must be many slaves helping them work.

"By the way, are there any Taoists in Hequ County?"

He Jinzhao knew that Buddhism and Taoism achieved unprecedented development in the mid-Ming Dynasty.

"Returning to the lord, they were all taken to Mongolia by the White Lotus Sect."

He Jinzhao didn't look into it carefully either, isn't the White Lotus Sect an inanimate old mother? Could it be that it is a practice of both Buddhism and Taoism?
"Pass on my order, tell Gao Yigong to come here, take all the cavalry with him, and go to worship Buddha outside the city now."

"Yes."

A group of cavalry quickly arranged their clothes and went out in a mighty manner.

As the cavalry marched, they kept coming and going to investigate.

Most of the villages passing by are in disrepair.

Some of the military fortresses are dilapidated, and even the people are yellow and thin, but they are full of energy.

Many people were working in the fields. They used to work for the landlord and Zheng Shoubei, but now they work for He Jinzhao.

The only difference is that He Jinzhao exempted them from tax this year, and they only need to pay this year's rent. I heard that next year's rent will be reduced.

This gave many military households more hope.

I hope that He Jinzhao can stay in Hequ for a long time. In a few years, everyone's life will be better.

The people on the horses whizzed by, they hadn't ridden their horses for a long time, and they rolled up waves of smoke and dust.

He Jinzhao was riding on the horse, looking at the temple from a distance.

I have to say that the location is good, just like the Wang family compound, on the mountainside, but there is still water flowing through it.

The gray-roofed and red-walled buildings are more and more charming.

It is in stark contrast to the dilapidated houses in other places.

Probably only the homes of gentry like Zheng Shoubei could be decorated so luxuriously.

There were still many people working in the surrounding land. Seeing many war horses roaring towards them, these people were frightened and threw away their farm tools and ran desperately to the temple.

"The Mongol Tartars have come to plunder."

He Jinchao reined in and looked at the soldiers around him. When did the Mongols become as rich as his soldiers?

A man with two horses and armor?

Now most of the Mongols outside the Great Wall are a bunch of poor, except for my grandsons who are rich.

Even Lin Dan Khan can't beat him, he's degraded too fast.

"Everyone often says that you can see the real Buddha in a hidden temple." He Jinzhao raised his whip and said, "I don't think this is a hidden temple."

"My lord, there are only real monks in unknown temples. Most of them are fake monks here, and there are no certificates."

"Okay." He Jinzhao laughed twice: "Then I will just help Daming reshape the rules, so that the Buddha will not be disturbed by a group of fake monks who take advantage of the opportunity to make money, and tarnish his reputation."

Ji Gui chuckled twice, and walked forward with He Jinzhao.

He Jinzhao saw too many dilapidated houses and straw huts, and when he saw the magnificent temple, he couldn't help but said, "Do you know what three things monks do every day?"

"I don't know?"

Ji Gui glanced at He Jinzhao, wondering if he, like Zhu Yuanzhang, went to a temple to become a monk when he was so poor that he couldn't afford food?
But isn't he a postman?

Holding his horsewhip, He Jinzhao smiled and said, "The monk only does three things every day, reciting scriptures, doing lessons, and cleaning."

"My lord is really astute, so they don't have time to cultivate the fields!"

"No, no, no, these are just three things on the surface." He Jinzhao shook his head and said with a smile: "The purpose of memorizing scriptures is to fool the rich.

Cleaning is the money thrown away by the incense pickers (tourists).

There are also small memorial tablets, merits, lotus lanterns for blessings, talismans for blessings, and things that make wishes, such as pendants and the like.

The most important thing is to do things. "

"Oh, there are so many types of money that I have never heard of before!"

Ji Gui has no interest in Buddhist affairs. He used to only worship the Confucius Temple, but after he learned fortune-telling, he didn't believe in anything.

"What I'm talking about is just the tip of the iceberg." He Jinzhao put away his horsewhip: "In a word, I'm not poor!"

Ji Gui reined in the reins and looked at He Jinzhao in surprise.

My lord, he sees things thoroughly!

"how?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's question, Ji Gui pursed his lips: "My lord's words are always thought-provoking and memorable."

"Hey, my dog-headed military adviser just speaks nicely." After He Jinzhao finished speaking, he laughed.

Ji Gui didn't expect that he would become He Jinchao's military adviser, even though the word "dog head" was added in front of it.

But among the trio of staff, this is a qualitative leap, after all, he took the initiative to join He Jinzhao.

"Thank you, my lord."

Ji Gui didn't care at all. If ordinary people want to get He Jinzhao's verbal nickname, they can't even ask for it.

By dividing the land, the hearts of all the soldiers can be united. If the hearts of most of the people in Hequ County can be harvested, the lord can run rampant in Shanxi.

Even if the imperial court frees up its hands, it will not work if the official army enters Shanxi.

The gate of the temple was closed immediately after the discovery of cavalry, indicating that there were monks and soldiers.

Many monks and slaves who had never entered the monastery ran far away, fearing that they would be killed by the incoming soldiers.

Seeing this, Gao Yigong immediately shouted: "Surround me."

"Presumptuous, An Neng is so rude in front of the Buddha's gate!"

"Captain, they won't open the door."

He Jinzhao glared at Gao Yigong, and said loudly:
"Today we are here to offer incense, how can we act like encircling the temple?
If the gate does not open within a quarter of an hour, it will be burned directly, which can be regarded as offering incense to the Buddha. "

Gao Yigong laughed twice after hearing this, and immediately roared loudly: "Have you heard everything clearly, repeat the words of the captain to me."

"Yes."

The orderly shouts of the hammer bandits echoed from the foot of the mountain.

In the temple, several chubby monks hurriedly went to find the presiding officer. The group of people at the foot of the mountain really spoke harsh words in front of the Buddha.

"Abbot, this is He Jinchao, the rebel who has occupied Hequ, known as the head coach of the 80 rebel army in Shaanxi.

He was stirring wind and rain in Shanxi, and even the officers and soldiers couldn't cure him, so why did they focus on this small temple of ours? "

"Yeah, big brother is right, what should we do?"

"Why are you panicking?" The abbot sat up from the futon, "Since he wants to come to offer incense, he must open the door to welcome guests, how can he refuse them thousands of miles away?"

"Abbot, this door can't be opened. We still have three hundred monks and soldiers, enough to guard against the mountain."

"That's right, never open the door."

The abbot took the Zen staff and walked forward slowly: "It's a blessing, not a disaster, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided, so good!
The old monk just saw this hammer bandit, why did he come here? "

(End of this chapter)