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Chapter 431
"Wait, wait!" The abbot quickly jumped out to stop him.

"You dare to stop me, you are so courageous!"

"No, no, I'll take you in, don't rummage around." These soldiers did not move their hands lightly or heavily. Many things in the temple are very precious. Although these soldiers look down on them, they I still cherish it very much.

Wang Xuan nodded and didn't care, what he wanted was money.

Seeing Wang Xuan's agreement, the old abbot breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly ordered the monks to take Yu Leyou's soldiers in, while he himself led Wang Xuan to the treasury.

"Mr. Wang, go and see for yourself. You really don't have that much money. Why don't you believe me." While walking, the abbot was still muttering.

"Trust your mouth? You can get it quickly!" Speaking of fooling people, these bald thieves are really professional, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, dare to lead the way."

The abbot couldn't help it. The group walked quietly for a long time. The temple is very large. After all, there are more than 400 people living there. There are no buildings in this era. In addition to various hall buildings and so on, the entire temple covers more than 50 acres. About [-] square meters.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, I arrived at the treasury behind the temple. Wang Xuan stood at the door of the treasury, looked at the old monk and sneered, "The temple is quite big, and there are quite a lot of people!"

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, and then his heart tightened. Although he didn't understand what Wang Xuan meant, he could clearly feel that Wang Xuan had bad intentions.

But... what's the problem with the large number of temple adults?
It can only show that our Buddhist Shaomu is prosperous!

"Okay, let's open the door."

Hearing Wang Xuan's order, the old abbot didn't think much of it, and hurried forward to unlock the big iron chain lock. The thick mahogany gate was pushed open, and the sunlight from outside the world directly poured in. Wang Xuan saw piles of dark green The hill, and all kinds of boxes neatly stacked next to it, and there are wooden frames beside the wall, all of which are made of golden nanmu, neatly displaying all kinds of precious treasures and antiques.

Wang Xuan didn't even look at the old monk, and walked in. When he walked in, he found that the dark green coins were all copper coins, and the ropes tied to them had rotted away, and the copper coins were covered with green rust.

Damn, waste, this money can't be circulated in the market, it can only lie here and rust, it's so fucking blind to its attributes as money.

Going to the side, kicked off the lock on the box, opened the box and saw that it was full of silver and gold, and then looked back at the golden nanmu shelf, scrolls, antiques, all kinds, reached out and picked up a pair of scrolls Open it, a pair of signatures.

Um, um, um, the word is very... Wang Xuan frowned and wanted to find an adjective, but he could only see that it was good, but he didn’t know exactly where it was good. Thousands of compliments turned into shit in the end (wo read softly, cao read Four tones) two words.

He rolled up the scroll, put it back, turned his head and shouted to the tax collectors outside, "Come in and count it." He kicked the mountain of copper coins on the ground, "I don't need to worry about this pile of things, pull them all back, and return them to the furnace for rebuilding. "

What do you mean don't care?

The abbot really wanted to yell, these mountains of copper coins are also worth a lot of money, okay?
It's just that he didn't dare to object after all.

Walking out of the treasury, looking at the abbot, Wang Xuan said: "Bring some chairs, why don't you just let me stand like this?"

Damn, you come to my temple to search, and you are so tired... Why don't you kill me, the old abbot took a deep breath, and told the people around him: "Hurry up, and take the tea treasures in the temple. Get it, and brew it for Mr. Wang."

Wang Xuan looked at the abbot with a smile, "Is there anything going on?"

The abbot smiled and didn't feel ashamed at all, "Mr. Wang must be able to come to the small temple, it must be full of splendor, how dare the poor monk neglect it."

"The level of things you have come back to, when you become a monk, you are not interested in returning to vulgarity. Even if you are old, I can arrange a fourth-rank magistrate for you."

"Mr. Wang loves you, the poor monk is getting old, and he doesn't want to repeat the worldly things."

Wang Xuan suddenly turned cold, "If that's the case, let's talk about something else."

"..." The change of face was too fast, the abbot's face changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Damn, what kind of monster is this?

"Take out the roster in your temple, and call all the monks who are okay in the temple."

"This, what is the meaning of this!"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Just do what you are asked to do. I, Mr. Wang, obey the law the most. As long as you have no mistakes or omissions, naturally there will be no problems."

The abbot had no choice but to tell his side to do it. Not long after, more than 300 monks gathered, all of whom had nothing important to do, and another thick roster was also brought over.

Someone beside Wang Xuan also took out a roster, but it was the roster of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism in Xinghua Mansion registered in the hands of the monk Gangsi of Xinghua Mansion.

The roster of Southern Shaolin was handed over to the clerk who followed Wang Xuan, but Wang Xuan got up and came to the group of monks. The "Shenming Buddhism List" promulgated in 24 stipulates that many people here wear the wrong color of clothing."

"What's the matter with you, you are flouting the laws of the country, and you don't take me seriously?" Wang Xuan suddenly became strict, which shocked the old monk.

It was only then that he remembered that there was indeed such a regulation. It was a law promulgated by Zhu Yuanzhang in the early Ming Dynasty to limit the development of Buddhism. This law has long been forgotten. If he wasn't the abbot, he wouldn't even know there was such a law.

This is the same as the Ming Dynasty also stipulated that merchants could not wear silk clothes.

"The Complete Book of Agriculture.Volume 14 states that in the [-]th year of Hongwu: "The Supreme People's Government emphasized the importance of the basics and suppressed the end, and ordered that farmers' families were allowed to wear silk cloth, and merchants' families were only allowed to wear cloth. Even if one of the farmers' families was a merchant, they were not allowed to wear gauze. "

In other words, it is illegal for merchants to wear silk clothes (only commoner clothes can be worn).

Now that Wang Xuan brought this matter up, it was obvious that he deliberately wanted to find fault, but he still couldn't say anything. The national law is the national law. Since this decree has not been abolished, then these monks have broken the law.

It's just that this is too much to use chicken feathers as an arrow. According to this, none of the businessmen is not breaking the law.

But if you really want to talk about it, the old abbot really has nothing to do.

"Take it away!" Wang Xuan gave an order, and soldiers immediately went up to grab him.

The abbot immediately became anxious, stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted, "Wait, I must have worn someone else's clothes in a hurry just now, change it immediately!"

These soldiers didn't hear Wang Xuan say stop, so they naturally ignored the old monk, and walked over with his hands. poke.

Quickly turned to look at the crowd, those soldiers were like wolves and tigers trying to arrest people, those who were frightened were at a loss, who knew what would happen if they were caught, what if the devil directly killed them?

The more unknown, the more fearful. Moreover, no one in Shaomu Temple has been provoking. These guys have little experience in facing such things, and they will immediately fight back.

The abbot's heartbeat slowed half a beat after being frightened by this scene, and he hurriedly shouted: "You are not allowed to resist, the crime is not punishable by death, resisting is resisting arrest, you will fail if you rebel!"

Wang Xuan looked at Zhi Le from the side, "Hehe, old monk, you are quite sensible, hehe, if anyone dares to resist, they will be shot to death!"

Wang Xuan was smiling when he spoke, but his words were extremely murderous.

The old monk was also helpless. With this devil king, he must not make mistakes, not at all.

After a while, more than 50 people were arrested. Seeing the abbot's eyelids twitching, he hurried to Wang Xuan and asked, "Mr. Wang, this... I accept the punishment in the temple, accept the punishment."

"Admit the punishment." Wang Xuan thought about it for a while. The heaviest of the wrong clothes could indeed be punished by death, but it was wearing 'black and yellow' clothes. For a monk, it is indeed not a big problem. However, Wang Xuan looked The old monk said: "If you still have money, you will accept the punishment!"

The old monk was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the treasury. A group of people were rummaging through boxes and cabinets inside. He suddenly felt distressed. It's over, no money, all gone! !
Lanshou, shiitake mushrooms...

"Hmph, old monk, I'll give you a 24-character mantra-there is no capital crime, but life crime is inevitable. The state owns the state law, and the family has family rules. Violators must be investigated, and law enforcement must be strictly enforced!" Makeover for a year!"

One year, reform through labor, the abbot breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he knew that reform through labor was done by Wang Xuan. It is to satisfy one's own food and drink consumption, and secondly, it can also exercise the body, so as not to fall ill and die in the dark prison cell.

These monks are strong and strong, and there is nothing wrong with labor reform, but it is a bit embarrassing, and it is also a blow to their Buddhist prestige.

This side has been entangled for a long time, and on the other side, the roster comparison has also come out. There are more than 400 people, but less than 50 people are on the list...

Wang Xuan took it over and looked at it, and immediately turned cold, and looked at the old monk and shouted loudly: "What a bald donkey, there are so many fake and shoddy monks!"

This roar immediately made the abbot's heart skip a beat, but...something seemed wrong, since when did Shaomu Temple have fake monks? ?

"How can this be possible? These are all real monks. The shortest one has been practicing in the monastery for two years." The abbot was so anxious that he was sweating.

"I still don't admit it!" Wang Xuan shook the roster in his hand, "The Monk Gang Division only registered the names of 50 people, and issued more than 50 graduation certificates. You still said that there are no fake monks!"

The Senglu Division is located in the capital, each prefecture has a Seng Gang Division, the prefecture has a Seng Zheng Division, and the county has a Seng Hui Division, which specializes in managing monks in various places and issuing certificates. But in fact, by the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was no one to manage the Seng Gang Division. .

As soon as Wang Xuan finished speaking, the abbot froze in place. It is true... Except for a few people, none of them had a certificate, but, what the hell, it’s been more than 100 years. When would you need a certificate? It has been said, otherwise, there would be no one who wants to issue a certificate, and no one will check it at all! !

I don't blame him for this matter. Ever since he was appointed as the presiding abbot, there has been no excessive notice, and no one has checked it. The procedures are basically too expensive...

If Wang Xuan hadn't brought it up today, he would have forgotten about it, but according to national law, of the more than 400 people in the temple, only about [-] are real monks, and the rest are fakes. Being a fake monk is a felony... …

No, do you have a ultimatum? ?
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