Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 242 I also want to worship the Buddha (Part [-])
He Jinzhao was waiting outside, with several cavalry surrounding a sedan chair.

A chubby soldier stepped out of the sedan chair, looking at the surrounding soldiers in armor and holding knives trembling.

"My lord, I'm here to invite the Buddha."

He Jinzhao looked at this gorgeously dressed member, and knew that this kind of person was a big customer of the temple.

Xianglin's sister-in-law's kind of low-level people who spend all their wealth to donate the threshold, these monks will not take the money seriously.

Only this kind of local rich man is their key customer group.

"Invite Buddha?" He Jinzhao looked suspicious, "How much did it cost?"

"No money."

"hiss."

He Jinzhao was a little surprised for a while, it is really rare to invite Buddha in a temple without spending money.

While Li Yuanwai was rambling on, He Jinzhao knew why he didn't spend any money.

Because I felt that the location of the ancestral grave was not good, I found a good Fengshui and wanted to move the grave.

After burning incense and breaking the ground for a few days, it was the night of the first day when the grave was moved.

Suddenly, a Buddha statue appeared in the place chosen by the Feng Shui master. Everyone said that it was the Buddha statue of Haichao Temple, and it must have come here by himself.

A group of villagers said that the Buddha had taken a fancy to this three-acre land.

Then everyone said that they wanted to build a temple here, and the old mother in the family also believed in Buddhism, so they asked to find another place with good geomantic omen to move the grave.

This place was funded by the Li family to build a temple!

After He Jinzhao finished listening, he asked, "Do you believe that the Buddha statue will go and occupy your geomantic treasure land by itself?"

Li Yuanwai also felt sorry for his field.

"This must be man-made!" Ji Gui sneered:
"Confused, is it possible that your Li family's cemetery is more important than a clay sculpture? Your mother may be bewitched by doing this."

"My family members are famously filial." The young boy at the side said boldly, "Where any tenant in the ten miles and eight villages will not boast that my Li family is a great benevolent person."

"My lord, this man can be a model of a gentry and landlord, if it is true."

Ji Gui felt that all the landlords and gentry could not be beaten to death with one stick.

"Zhao Xiaowu, take a few people to Li Yuanwai's village to inquire about it. I want to see if Li Dashan is really a good person, and then invite all the surrounding villagers to the temple to meet the real Buddha."

Hearing He Jinzhao's order, Zhao Xiaowu immediately led his men and grabbed the boy and put him on the horse and left.

Li Yuanwai shivered, and the sweat dripped from his face.

At this moment, the temple gate of the temple opened.

An old monk holding a Zen stick came out from the inside, followed by many chubby monks, all of them dressed in silk and gold thread,

The sun shines, and the golden light is shining, just like Tang Seng's precious cassock.

Then came a group of grey-clothed stick-wielding monks, and more skinny monks.

All of a sudden, many people came out.

He Jinzhao glanced at the many monks, and it seemed that the temple was also strictly hierarchical.

"Amitabha." The abbot said the Buddha's name, and then walked forward alone: ​​"May I ask which benefactor is here to offer incense?"

He Jinzhao rode a horse and looked at the kind-hearted old monk in front of him:
"It was I who wanted to come to offer incense, but the gate was closed tightly. It seems that guests from all over the world are not welcome as stated on the sign."

The old monk was also looking at He Jinzhao: "The world is chaotic, even a monk would be afraid."

"You can talk." He Jinzhao got off his horse and walked up to the old monk:
"My name is He Jinzhao. Now the land of Hequ belongs to my official. I wonder if the abbot has heard of me?"

"This old man is the abbot of this courtyard, and the abbot Guanghui may be in the place of reincarnation of the five grains." The old monk paused and said: "I have heard that today, congratulations to the benefactor, are you here just to offer incense?"

"Actually, offering incense is just an excuse."

He Jinzhao took two steps back, turned around and smiled:
"Recently, I was checking the land and found that your temple has tens of thousands of mu of fertile land. Where did it come from?"

"I still need to ask Guanghui about this matter. I don't care much about the common affairs in the temple."

"Old monk, don't push the matter to others."

Pointing to the fertile fields around him, He Jinzhao said, "I heard that everyone will donate sesame oil money and merit money to you. Look at your rich life. You all eat fat heads and big ears. Maybe you secretly raised a little wife. Look at the miserable days of those servants who plow your fields.

Can't you, a highly respected person, not see it? "

"The Buddha said: They have their catastrophe, it is God who is training them."

"Hahaha." He Jinzhao laughed wildly, "Is this Buddha's day really the Buddha's day?"

"Amitabha."

"I heard that monks often say that money is something outside of the body, and your temple has so many fertile fields, I'm afraid it will disturb the Buddha's meditation.

So I decided to come and ask you for sponsorship. To put it simply, it is what you call sesame oil money.

I will distribute your land to the meritorious people, and I will inform you specially, what do you think? "

As soon as He Jinzhao's words came out, the monks in charge were filled with righteous indignation. Did he come to rob?
The temple has always collected sesame oil money, how can there be money for sesame oil sent out!
Zhangkou is 78 mu of fertile land, but it is really a big tone!
The monks and soldiers in the back were also quite upset. Why would others want to take away the property of the temple.

Otherwise, how can I eat meat in the future!

The rest of the emaciated monks were also full of anger. They couldn't eat well. If the fields in the temple disappeared, they would really starve to death.

The old monk paused without turning his head: "Guangkai, how many fertile fields does the temple have?"

"If you go back to the abbot, it will be about 78 mu."

Hearing this, the old monk subconsciously picked out his ears, how could there be so many?

Li Yuanwai on the side opened his mouth even more, abaa aba, he was already very distressed when he took out three acres of land.

He doesn't believe in Buddhism, so it's understandable to bury his ancestors in the ground.

But to build a small temple, it really hurts, but he can't disobey his mother's request.

After all, his Li family only had [-] mu of fertile land and [-] mu of dry land.

Compared with the fertile land owned by the temple, it is just a hair in nine cows.

People's temples don't need dry fields at all.

He Jinzhao sighed and said, "Old monk, your temple occupies so much fertile land. How many monks can sincerely pay respects to the Buddha? Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity to make money by paying respects to the Buddha?"

"Amitabha, this is a donation from good men and women."

Although the abbot was shocked, he didn't expect Guanghui to buy the temple property in this way, but he had to stand down.

"Okay, can you donate these fields now?"

He Jinzhao looked at the old monk, and now he is not willing to give up these external things.

"It's about the future eating and drinking of the whole temple. I still can't make the decision. I can only discuss it."

"Discuss?" He Jinzhao looked at the driven people, "Since you can't even make the decision, let me help you make a correct choice."

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