"Amitabha! My Buddhism is compassionate, and the common people are purified, how can I eat meat and drink blood, in front of the Buddha, I want to slander! In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the monk Yuanjue said in a deep voice, and his words were full of compassion.

"Compassion for the heart, Pudu people?!" Mo Wushuang sneered, "Your Buddhism's compassion has always been only in the scriptures, and it is about the sky, but it is useless!" ”

"If you Buddhism is really compassionate, five years ago there was a great drought in the north, the treasury was empty, and you were unable to provide disaster relief, why didn't you monks and great virtues take compassion as your heart, Pudu people, and go to help the victims?!"

"Three million victims, my Buddhism is also powerless!" Monk Yuanjue sighed.

Hearing the words of Monk Yuanjue, Mo Wushuang laughed: "Weak heart? If you really have a heart, why are you powerless, this magnificent temple, the bronze Buddha Arhat, the silk and satin on your body, the splendid robe, which one is not money?! ”

"If these are exchanged for food, let alone 3 million victims, even if it is 30 million victims, it will be enough for them to eat for several months!"

"You are not powerless, but powerless!"

"Compassion is in the heart, the world is alive, where is it worth real gold and silver?!"

"It's just that you Buddhism collects wealth, and it is also human nature to chase wealth, who doesn't love gold and silver, but since you can't be merciful and purify the common people, don't use this as a cover to deceive the people of the world!"

Mo Wushuang doesn't have a good impression of Buddhism, this group of bald people is too hypocritical, they talk about the sky, but they don't do any practical things.

He always talks about compassion, shows his righteousness in everything he does, and talks about benefiting all sentient beings every day, but he doesn't do even the smallest good deeds.

Forty years ago, Mo Wushuang was the son of a hired household under the Shaomuro Mountain, but one day, there was a big drought, then heavy rain, the harvest was not good, and his mother happened to be sick, so his father begged bitterly, and even knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and his head was bloody, hoping to hand in a little less, and wait for next year's harvest to make up for it.

But those monks who collect rent don't care whether your harvest is good or not, and if you can't collect the rent, they will be punished, and the final result is that Mo Wushuang's mother died of illness, and his father also collapsed, and died of illness within two years.

Since then, Mo Wushuang has understood that the compassion of Buddhism has always been on the lips, how can there be so many true monks who are compassionate, and nine out of nine monks are all gathered together because of interests.

The fields of Buddhism are exempt from taxation, and this alone is enough to give birth to countless fake monks in the world!

"Lord Mo, 30 million taels of gold were found in the treasury of Shaolin, as well as the share deeds of major commercial houses and restaurants, a large number of land deeds are converted into nearly 100 million taels, and there are countless antique calligraphy and paintings!" At this moment, a brocade guard hurriedly came, "In several wells in Shaolin, I found several golden Buddhas, full of gold, adding up to nearly a million taels of gold!" ”

Mo Wushuang sneered: "This is the master's compassion for the weakness of the heart? In the heyday of my Great Song Dynasty, the annual tax was only a few million taels of gold, you Shaolin, not the entire Buddhism, the money in the treasury is comparable to the tax revenue of my Great Song Dynasty for 30 years! ”

"Old monk, what else do you have to say, it's really a fake compassion for the monks in the temple!"

"Come on, tie up all these monks!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of brocade guards had already rushed out and rushed directly towards more than a dozen monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Xiu Nian and several other grandmasters were about to make a move, but they were stopped by Yuanjue monks.

Cihang Sword Code made Yuan Jue change his mind, originally he wanted to hide secretly, wait for Wang Daoming to be broken, or sit down, and then seek great things.

The remnants of the Six Kingdoms of the Qin Dynasty did this, and as a result, as soon as the First Emperor was shattered, in just one year, the huge Great Qin Empire collapsed.

But now, with the distorting power of Cihang Sword Codex, he has other ideas.

"Stop!" Monk Yuanjue shouted, "You don't need to tie up, let's go by ourselves!" ”

"Let's go?!" Mo Wushuang sneered again and again, "Who said that you can go, it was Your Majesty's mercy to let you go before, but it is already a big crime to be stubborn and ignore the imperial decree!" ”

"I want to leave now, it's too late!"

"According to the sins committed by you and others, you will have to be sent to at least ten years of labor reform, how can it be so easy to leave!"

Hearing Mo Wushuang's words, Monk Yuanjue's face trembled for a while, and he turned a little blue, these days, Wang Daoming changed the law and changed the world, and Monk Yuanjue naturally knew what labor reform was.

As a grandmaster, the leader of Buddhism on the surface, his status is so high, but now, Jin Yiwei is so humiliated by him, Rao is his Buddha heart, and he can't help but have infinite anger in his heart.

"Go and tie up these people, and the robes and clothes on their bodies are also taken off for me, these are all silk and satin, which are worth a lot of money, and now they belong to the property of the state, Your Majesty is not just preparing to build a few exhibition halls, to remember history, let people remember history, these robes are just placed in the exhibition hall, it is said that it was once the largest force in the world, the leader of Buddhism, and the treasure clothes of his great monks!" Mo Wushuang said, "Let everyone remember that in front of my Jinyi Guard, all enemies are paper tigers, so the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods are vulnerable, even if it is the most magnificent Buddhism in the past!" ”

"You!" Monk Yuanjue's face was purple, Mo Wushuang did this, he was trampling on his face nakedly, and he was also trampling on the face of the entire Buddhism, although it is said to be merciful in Buddhism, but there is also the anger of the King of Ming to subdue demons and eliminate demons, if it were not for the great plan of Buddhism, Monk Yuanjue would definitely not be able to help but do it at this moment.

Monk Yuanjue didn't know, Mo Wushuang on the other side was also very helpless in his heart, Mo Wushuang never expected that this group of monks would be so enduring, he was so humiliated, he could still endure it.

His previous words were just to provoke this group of monks to take action.

Wang Daoming did not give the order to kill directly, which made Mo Wushuang unable to directly cut down these bald people, but if the bald man made a move, Jinyiwei could kill him on the spot.

Although there are four grandmasters in this group of monks, but around the Shaolin Temple, there are seven emperor tools, plus he himself is already a grandmaster master, as long as this group of monks dares to do it, the next moment Shaolin Temple will be razed to the ground.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from afar, as if tens of millions of people were shouting in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

"Your Majesty actually came in person!" Hearing this voice, Mo Wushuang was slightly startled in his heart.

Monk Yuanjue, when he heard this voice, he was shocked at first, but then there was a burst of ecstasy, originally he thought that if he wanted to plot against Wang Daoming, he still needed to find another opportunity, but he didn't expect that now Wang Daoming appeared directly in front of him.

At this moment, the thousand-year-old plan of Buddhism and the Buddha country on earth are all within reach!