Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 245 Confiscation of Temple Property (Fourth Change)

"After all, sincerity is true."

The dog-headed military officer Ji Gui chuckled, these smelly monks who deceived the ignorant villagers deserved it!

If the lord comes up and doesn't make sense, just cut them all down, which will save trouble.

Now instead of killing them all, let them donate good land and swallowed money, a compromise, they naturally choose to agree.

The surrounding villagers hated the monks' true colors more and more.

What the fuck is an eminent monk?

It's all for defrauding everyone of their hard-earned money. From now on, these villagers will have to spit when they see a bald head.

Their relationship is so simple and unpretentious, if you dare to lie to me, I will scold you to death behind your back, and even teach my grandson to scold you!

Moreover, He Jinzhao believed that once what happened today, it would spread very quickly.

After all, this kind of thing is more exciting than the flower sow next door who gave birth to eight cubs.

He Jinzhao immediately announced that everyone at the scene would get one hundred coins for the money that was confiscated, and people from each village would guarantee each other.

All the slaves and tenant servants in the temple are restored to be free people, all registered in the register, and can continue to farm here.

It has to be said that even though these great monks have small coffers, the money confiscated is still being counted.

It has to be said that these monks are very sincere in order to survive.

Because they also saw He Jinzhao's sincerity and remembered the three people who were thrown into the river.

Regarding He Jinzhao's large amount of money, the dog head army division did not persuade him.

The lord is happy, anyway, it's all ill-gotten gains, and what is distributed is always a small amount, but it will eventually let the villagers taste some sweetness.

But he told every soldier who gave out the money to tell the villagers that it was King He who gave them the money.

As for the monks in the temple, those who don’t have a degree will return to vulgarity. The monks and soldiers who are willing to join the hammer bandits choose to absorb, and those who are not willing to give a hundred coins for travel expenses love to do whatever they want.

He Jinzhao sat on the steps at the entrance of the temple, looked at the crowds of people queuing up to receive money, and smiled happily after receiving the money.

Some people even saluted He Jinzhao from afar, talking about the Living Bodhisattva.

No matter what the era, receiving money is a happy thing.

He Jinzhao played with the hammer in his hand: "Seeing him building a tall building, seeing his building collapse."

"He benefactor's words are related to my Buddha."

"The Buddha in your mouth, whoever has money has a destiny."

Abbot Puqi took advantage of the situation and sat aside.

He Jinchao asked without raising his head, "You want to kill me?"

"I thought about it."

He Jinzhao glanced at the abbot who was sitting next to him: "When you get older, you won't have the courage to risk your life."

The abbot put down the Zen stick in his hand: "After all, this old man is still not good at hiding."

"A true eminent monk should have understood the situation at the very beginning.

That kind of desire and desire, a little money is nothing to him, and he can even break the precepts in order to save others, but you are not allowed.

If you don't enter the world of mortals, you will be a clay bodhisattva after all. "

Abbot Puqi remained silent.

He Jinzhao looked at the gold-thread cassock on the abbot's body:
"You look kind and kind, but you don't behave like a monk after all. Look at your hands. You used to hold a knife when you were young."

"He benefactor has good eyesight." The abbot paused and said, "You won't kill them all, right?"

"If you kill you, no one else will cheat you?" He Jinzhao shrugged:

"I got what I wanted this trip, and I'm too lazy to pursue other things.

Abbot Puqi, I don't have time to deal with all of you pretenders. "

"Heh." Abbot Puqi said with a puzzled face, "Actually, I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?" He Jinzhao felt a little relaxed, and his heartstrings were tense these days.

Whether it is arranging houses, expanding population, measuring land, and distributing methods, at most, they are all piled up together.

It can be said to be full of waste, and everything has to be faced.

Without their own basic platform, they only rely on sponsorship. When the snowball gets bigger and bigger, it will be a loft in the air after all.

Because there are not so many sponsors in the world.

What He Jinzhao has done these days is to solidify his foundation.

"Since you are a rebel, you can come to the temple to grab money. Why do you want to rob the temple property?"

Abbot Puqi stroked his gray beard: "At first I thought you were a drunkard and didn't care about drinking, and the property was just a cover. I didn't realize that you really came here for the property."

"I'm an honest person. I just say what I want, and I won't let you guess."

Abbot Puqi twitched his lips, a rebel leader said he was honest, and the devil would believe it.

"Are you a monk who came back from the north?" He Jinzhao asked with the roster and some books in his hand.

"Hehe." Seeing that He Jinzhao got something, Abbot Puqi no longer concealed it:

"I think back when grandpa and I rebelled, your mother wasn't even born!"

He Jinzhao glanced at him: "I remember I was almost dead for 50 years, and the abbot seems to be cruel when he was young."

"I'm old, otherwise I wouldn't let you handle it." Abbot Puqi paused and said, "I think you will need me."

"Why do you think so?"

"To overthrow Daming is our long-cherished wish."

He Jinzhao scratched his face subconsciously. How should I put it, the White Lotus Sect specializes in rebellion.

When Da Yuan was around, they rebelled against Yuan.

When Daming was around, they turned against Ming.

When the Qing Dynasty was here, they rebelled against the Qing Dynasty.

"Even if you are young, you are over 70 years old, and you still want to rebel?"

"Revenge, even if it is the ninth generation, you can repay it. Even if I am at this age, why can't I repay it?"

"Da Ming killed your relatives?"

"That's right, my enemies are not only Da Ming, but also I Da.

He dedicated our leader and the other eight leaders to Daming in exchange for his grandson. "

"I've heard of it." He Jinzhao paused, "But I can rebel myself, so why did I bring you along?"

"With our help, you will become stronger."

"Sorry, in my opinion, those so-called invulnerable talismans of yours should go and deceive other rebel leaders. They need this kind of death squad."

He Jinzhao stood up and moved twice: "Besides, why did I cooperate with your sect?"

"In the case of Mongolia, don't you need it?"

Abbot Puqi was not in a hurry: "You have big ambitions. Although the people in my teaching did not develop in the open, we have always been secretly developing teachers.

If you need to know the news inside Mongolia, I still need the face of this bad old man. "

He Jinzhao took two steps. To be honest, when it comes to engaging in intelligence, no matter whether he is dealing with Daming or Mongolia, he is blindsided.

Taking the land boundary of Hequ as the basic territory, it is impossible not to inquire about the news of Mongolia, because everyone is separated by the Great Wall.

And it is not very far from Hohhot.

"What are your conditions?"

　It was almost 11 o'clock in the middle of the night and was called back to the company to work overtime, and the fifth change will be sent tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)