After a few months, the turmoil caused by the conference began to ferment gradually.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain, and there are many Buddhist temples in the world, how many are more than 480?

With the establishment of the Han Buddha, the registration of land property, and the need for monks to hold the degree, this series of means, even the elimination and beating, are all hit on the soft underbelly of Buddhism, making the latter miserable.

After all, when it comes to influence, although Buddhism is powerful, how dare it compete with the government.

In just a few months, many monks in Buddhist temples fled and scattered, and some helpless monks could only worship the Han Buddha honestly according to the requirements.

Despite this, there was still a lot of fierce resistance in the shadows.

In this regard, Su Zimo was unrelenting, and ordered Luo Wang to investigate in secret, and once it was discovered, it was a thunderous method, together with the defenders stationed there, almost without resistance, to exterminate these monks who dared to be villains.

Under this two-pronged approach, the power of the entire Buddhism has begun to shrink, and even has declined.

…………

Luoyang City.

Since the Jingnian Monastery was burned, the temples that were originally located around Luoyang City were full of incense, and the most famous of them was the White Horse Temple, which was located ten miles east of Luoyang City.

This temple was founded in the 11th year of Yongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is the first government-run temple built after Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains.

At this time, with the issuance of a will for Buddhism, even this famous White Horse Temple is also a little depressed.

The door of the temple can be full of birds, in front of several newly erected gold-plated bronze statues of Han Buddha, incense is also scarce.

"Damn it...... These mud legs, do you have to turn the sky upside down? ”

"If you are rude to my Buddha, sooner or later you will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell......"

"Yes, it's not that Yang Guang......"

"Shhhhhh

In an inconspicuous corner, several monks with indignant faces were constantly cursing something, and with the scarcity of incense in the White Horse Temple, many monks in the temple also fled.

As for the large amount of land under the name of the temple, it was also confiscated by the imperial court and redivided among the local tenants.

This series of measures naturally made several monks who had been in the White Horse Temple since they were children and were accustomed to being powerful and blessed feel extremely uncomfortable.

A few people looked around a few more times, and then sneakily came to the firewood room.

One of the monks stepped forward and picked up the messy pile of firewood and grass, and the remaining two, too, lifted a huge bluestone slab, revealing the hole hidden under the slate.

The entrance to the cave was very dark, with only a faint candle flame, but fortunately, a few people were also familiar with the road, and tiptoed to the bottom with the dim pearl light.

It's a huge cellar!

It turned out that this White Horse Temple had gone through a hundred years, and it was inevitable that it would encounter the baptism of war, and this cellar was secretly arranged by an unknown abbot at that time, and several disciples under his door, but it has been passed down to this day.

As soon as a few people landed, a middle-aged monk with five big and three thick eyebrows frowned and glanced at him.

"How's it going, has anyone found out?"

"Master, don't worry, we are careful enough when we come down so that no one will find out," one of them nodded, and the other monks also hurriedly saluted.

But I saw a huge statue of Buddha in the cellar, and not far away, there were a few futons, and several old monks with white hair were meditating on the futon with their eyes closed.

In addition, there is a lot of dry food and water in the cellar, as well as some necessities for life.

Obviously, these monks lived in this cellar for a long time.

With the issuance of the holy decree, naturally many monks were unwilling to succumb to these rules and regulations, but in the face of the iron hooves of the imperial court, they had no power to resist, so they hid in the cellar in an attempt to avoid this catastrophe.

"Come here, a few of you will incense the Buddha first."

"Yes, Master."

When several young monks heard this, they walked to the Buddha statue, recited the incense on the side, and bowed respectfully three times, reciting words in their mouths.

Seeing that a few people had worshiped the Buddha statue, the middle-aged monk's face looked a little better, and he walked up to a few people and asked, "Recently, have those damn court lackeys ever sent someone here?" ”

"I've been here a few times, Master."

When one of them heard this, he hurriedly nodded: "It's just that I saw that the temple ** enshrined those ...... The Buddha statue died down, and only warned me to wait for a few words. ”

"Phew!"

Hearing this, a trace of hatred flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes and said: "That's not a Buddha statue at all, remember, if you let me know, you dare to incense those things, don't blame me for settling accounts with you one by one in the future!" ”

"Yes, yes......"

Several young monks replied tremblingly.

The middle-aged monk, however, showed a sneer, nodded and said, "Wait, it won't be long before the faint monarch will know what the consequences of offending my Buddha Rulai will be, and when the time comes, ......

…………

Grassland.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

This was originally the most common scene on the grassland.

However, with the killing and plundering of various tribes, the powerful nobles, and the enslavement of ordinary herdsmen are becoming more and more serious, although there are many livestock on the grassland, there is very little free grazing land, and the population distribution is very uneven.

For many reasons, the vast grassland is full of poverty.

The tribal nobles on the grassland have luxurious tents one by one, with fine wine and meat to eat, which is extremely luxurious, while ordinary tribal people can only barely survive by grazing.

The concept of hierarchy here is more serious than that of the Central Plains, and it is currently in a slave society.

At the end of the grassland, near the plains, the situation is slightly better.

Although the fertile pasture grass is gradually decreasing, because it is close to the Central Plains, there are some towns on the border.

These towns were originally outposts to protect against the southward invasion of the steppe tribes, but in peacetime, they also served as places for trade between the two sides.

In the case that the steppe tribes did not invade the Central Plains for many years, the trade between the two sides was exchanged, but there was a brief peace.

Some animal skins, cattle and sheep and other things that are not very valuable on the grassland can be exchanged for a lot of cloth, ironware, and tea when they are taken to the Central Plains, and all kinds of silk, porcelain, and many luxury goods in the Central Plains are also cherished by the grassland nobles.

Nomadic tribes in the frontier areas, so they were very wealthy.

Moreover, before the war between the two sides started, these small tribes on the grassland were still in peace, guarding their own acres and threes to live, although they coveted the wealth and stability of the Central Plains, but no one dared to take a piece of the pie at this time.

After all, at present, the Turks are divided, and the contradictions between the various tribes are continuous, so they are naturally powerless to invade the Central Plains.

As the temperature gradually warms up, the grassland is rich and the pasture is fertile, and many merchants have begun to choose to go to the grassland at this time to carry out various trades.

Although along the way, there are naturally many dangers, bandits, bandits...... There were even some small groups of Hu cavalry wandering around.

But as the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food.

Although a trip to the grassland trade is only two or three months, the income generated by it is enough to make people crazy!

Just some ironware, grain, salt, tea, silk, these are not very rare things in the Central Plains, once successfully trafficked to the grassland, their profits will more than tenfold!

Because of this, there will be more and more caravans, flocking to it, even if they encounter great risks on the road, they will not hesitate.

Of course......

The principals of these caravans are not stupid people, so naturally they will not go on the road casually.

Generally speaking, each caravan will develop a convoy that will be responsible for guarding the security along the way as the caravan departs.

As for some of the weaker caravans, they will also combine with other caravans and hire some good hands, so that they can go to the grassland with confidence and boldness.

"Boom—"

The smoke and dust were filled, and I saw a huge caravan on a long journey on the brown-yellow official road.

From a distance, many burly men are wearing leather armor, with a lot of blades around their waists and backs, and the whole person is full of fierce atmosphere.

Some small bandits, seeing such a powerful caravan, naturally did not dare to confront it.

Therefore, along the way, the caravan was quite smooth.

In the caravan, in a spacious carriage that was not loaded, but only followed the caravan, several monks with solemn appearances and who looked like eminent monks, but they were sitting in a precarious position, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Master, do we really want to do this?"

But I saw a young monk in his twenties, first looked at the scene outside the carriage, then retracted into the carriage, cautiously came to an older monk, and whispered.

"Let's go to the Turks this time, isn't it too ......?"

"Amitabha."

Hearing this, the monk who was meditating slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, looked at his disciple with a nervous look, as if he understood what the other party was thinking, and sighed.

"This trip to the Turks is a matter decided jointly by the four holy monks and the master of Cihang Jingzhai, as for us, it is just a step ahead, how can we allow you and me to put their beaks?"

"What's more, if it weren't for Yang Guang's faint monarch who was hard pressed by my Buddhism, how could we be willing to leave our hometown."

As soon as these words came out, the young monk who spoke just now was also related, and couldn't help but think of some senior brothers who grew up since childhood, just because they refused to erect those Han Buddhas in the temple, they were slaughtered by officers and soldiers, and a trace of hatred flashed in their eyes.

"Hey!"

Seeing the hatred in his disciple's eyes, the latter also sighed: "Under the nest, there are no eggs, this time, Yang Guang has done too ......much to the Buddhism sect."

"As for us, we're just pawns."

(End of chapter)

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