Songtsen Gampo claimed to the outside world that Lu Dongzan had started the war without authorization, and had committed suicide in fear of crime. In order to plead guilty to the Tang Dynasty, he will send his youngest son to send the body of the guilty minister Lu Dongzan to Chang'an and hand it over to His Majesty the Heavenly Khan for disposal.

When the news came out, there was an uproar in the world, and this year was really changing, and the big news was one after another, which was almost numb.

Chin Ling did not give his father a vigil, and after placing his father's body in a coffin, he rushed to the Turks by night.

He wants to realize his father's long-cherished wish, his father was in business in the first half of his life, but he was trembling in the second half of his life, just because this Datang was so strong that people were frightened. Even if he thought of the Tang Dynasty now, a huge city as magnificent as the Heavenly Palace and a solemn palace appeared in his mind.

A person like Qinling, who was overwhelmed by the imperial court, still has the opportunity to argue, he does not have the appeal of Sanzang, and the fox and the fake tiger cannot convince people after all.

Every time Yuan Tiangang went to a Taoist temple, he could get the Taoist temple to pay taxes and order people to go to the designated place to serve as a servant.

And he took great pains to convince the two temples, most of the land of the other temples was provided by tenants, and in the past, tenants paid rent to the temples, and if they paid taxes to the imperial court, they had to divide some more to the tenants, what could they leave?

On this day, the debate machine returned to the residence, but found Du Chuke sitting on the main seat with a black face, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and escape.

"Where does the Debater want to go?"

Du Chuke's angry voice went straight to the head of the debate machine, and he embarrassedly punched Du Chuke.

"When he came, Master Debater swore that he would be able to do the work of the temples, but now that all the seventeen Taoist temples here have paid taxes and paid taxes, and only two of the thirty-two temples have served and paid taxes, shouldn't you explain it to the official?"

Du Chuke's nose dilated, and his wide eyes were full of anger. Before leaving, Cai Congliu told him that there were smart people in Daomen, so he didn't need to worry, and asked him to focus on Buddhism, but now that Buddhism has achieved such results, he simply doesn't dare to report it.

"Please ask the monk to borrow a hundred axes, and the monk will make all the temples pay taxes and serve as soon as possible."

Speaking of this question, the eyes of the debater also became vicious, he now hated those fake monks who were reluctant to give up on wealth, and since it didn't make sense, he planned to wash these moths in blood.

"Axeman? Your dogma says, abstain from greed, sex, and killing, what does the debater want to do with this sword and axe? ”

Du Chuke said calmly, the decision of the debate machine had long been expected by Cai Cong, so Du Chuke was not surprised.

"Amitabha, the Buddha has anger, and the Buddha also has angry eyes. Some Buddhists have already fallen, and the poor monks will look at the vajra angrily and sweep away the filth and obscurity. ”

He tried his best to calm his anger, and thinking of the cynicism he had received these days, he wished he had killed them all right now with a knife.

"Since these people are killing themselves, let the debater deal with it! The sword and axe hand will give it to you, and what to do is your business, and the court will not take responsibility. ”

Du Chuke said calmly, it is his business to debate what he wants to do, and if there is anything in the future, he will never take the trouble into trouble.

"Amitabha!"

The debater was satisfied with the announcement of a Buddha name, and sat on the ground and recited Buddhist scriptures. Du Chuke didn't care about him, got up and left.

The next day, the debater took a hundred sword and axe men to the temple, and the monks in the temple did not look at him properly, but when they saw those murderous sword and axe hands, they were so frightened that they did not dare to move.

"Let everyone in the temple gather in the main hall." The debater said to the little novice with a smile, and then said to the knife and axe hand behind him, "You will go to the temple to search in a while, and whoever does not come will be killed." ”

The bloody words made Xiao Shami's whole body tremble, and he ran back to Xiang with a shout.

After a while, the main hall was full of monks, some with sad faces, some with calm faces, and more with hatred and arguments.

"Amitabha, the master is polite, and the nephew is here again, I don't know what the uncle is thinking about?"

The debater smiled and asked the calm-looking host, but his eyes looked at the monk who was glaring at him.

"Amitabha, money and foreign things, the old man never asked, you should talk to the monk about this!"

The host shook his head as he spoke, the person in charge of the property in this temple is a monk who knows the guest, but unfortunately the drunken gold fan has long forgotten that he is a monk.

"Hehe, the debater's nephew brought so many murderers, is it possible that he still wants to coerce me to wait?"

The monk was a lean man, squinting his eyes and looking at the debate machine coldly.

"Then it depends on how Uncle Shi decides, if he is obsessed, then it is no wonder that the little nephew will clean up the filth."

The debate machine said unceremoniously, and immediately several monks stood up and cursed the debate machine for being lawless. Some even stand directly to the side of the monk who knows the guest.

"The poor monk sees that you have fallen into the devil's way, not only to help the abuse, but now he is personally armed with a knife to go into battle, and the people outside are not subject to secular jurisdiction, this is a law since ancient times, if you want to go your own way, then the poor monk will see if you can kill us all like Cai Cong's devil."

The monk jumped like thunder, and the spit stars sprayed directly on the face of the debater. Smiling all the time, he looked at the people sitting on the futon chanting, and then at the people jumping up and down.

He grinned out a mouthful of white teeth, and said happily, "Drag these people out and kill them, don't do anything here, so as not to defile the Buddha's eyes." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and even the host, who had been staying out of the matter, opened his eyes and looked at the debate machine in horror.

The impression given to him by the debate machine is that he is clean and dedicated to the Buddha, how can he be so murderous?

The axemen didn't care about anything else, he just put the knife on the neck of the bald donkeys and escorted people out. Some people were frightened and incontinent on the spot, and the monk suddenly weakened his feet, couldn't walk at all, and was dragged out.

"Amitabha, sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, but treating ants is still like this, how can you be so poisonous as a fellow Buddha?"

The host asked bitterly, but the debater smiled and asked, "The karma has been cleared, now the uncle can talk to the nephew, right?" ”

The host was speechless with heartache, the same teacher or brother was actually regarded as a karma by him, is he going to fall into hell?

"Your master is okay now?"

The host asked sternly to the debate machine, and the face that had been calm finally appeared angry.

"Everything is fine with the family teacher translating the scriptures in Honglu Temple, but if it drags on like this, I'm afraid that the teacher and nephew will be very bad."

After listening to the words of the debate machine, the host immediately thought that Cai Cong was using Sanzang to threaten the debate machine, and he was even more speechless for a while.

After a long time, he resigned himself to his fate and said, "Since it is the will of the imperial court, my temple should obey it, we will pay as many taxes as we need, and how many people we need to serve, let you and uncles come back!" There is no misunderstanding when it is said. ”

"Shi Boguo really has great wisdom, but people can't let it back, and it's just a scourge to keep it to the Buddha without intention."

The debate machine smiled proudly, and the host struggled to run outside, he only thought that the debate machine was scaring his junior brother, but at this moment he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The strong smell of blood near the mountain gate made him nauseous, and what caught his eyes was blood all over the ground, and those fresh lives disappeared like this.

He couldn't believe how a virtuous monk like Senior Brother Sanzang could have such a cruel disciple.

"The required people and money should be handed over to the master and uncle, and the master and nephew hurried to the next temple and took their leave."

The debate machine walked out unhurriedly, without looking at the corpse on the ground, and calmly said to the host.

"Your master is not threatened?"

The host's voice was trembling, and he felt that his cultivation for so many years was about to be ruined.

"Yes or no, the prince asked him to preside over but he didn't agree, so the little nephew came. The master is under house arrest, and if the little nephew does not do well, the little nephew and the family teacher will die. However, the little nephew was not threatened, and he would be more careful when the house was dirty, and he would be more careful if he let others clean it. ”

The debater smiled too cleanly, and the fanatical eyes were more reverent than the host.

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