The entitlement of Li Zicheng is just a way for Zhu Cihong to win the hearts of the people.

You must know that the generals of Dashun in later generations were relatively loyal to the Ming Dynasty, and they were the ones who insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty to the end.

Each has its own needs, but at least it can be used.

The difficulties in front of us are passed first, and the situation in the future is that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

Recently, there have been some rumors in Nanjing.

After all, the news of the edict spread so quickly that it was impossible to get back without rumors, but the problem is that no one knows whether it is true or not.

At the court meeting, Zhu Cihong was furious and severely reprimanded the Zuo Du Yu Shi Zuo Maodi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who put forward his opinions, which is a fact.

Even if they want to confront the palace and ask questions, then they must be able to enter.

The current Zhu Cihong is no longer the Wang Zhiming who was able to steal the day and ascend the throne completely by relying on the words of the Donglin party.

If you want to see me, can you see me if you want to?

"Old Han, how are the original monks in Jiming Temple arranged?" Zhu Cihong held the music in his hand, and he didn't even raise his eyelids when he asked.

Han Zanzhou waited aside and said respectfully: "Back to the emperor, there were originally more than 6,000 monks living in Jiming Temple. ”

"The slaves and maids spent 8,000 taels of silver to buy a house in the suburbs for them in the hands of the Otoda Mansion, which is more than 3,000 rooms."

"These places were previously inhabited by the craftsmen who built the walls, but then the craftsmen returned to their hometowns in shifts and were abandoned."

"Because the place is really remote, it is difficult for Master Tian to make a move, so he sold it to us for a price of 8,000."

"Well, they have a place to live, so I'm relieved." Zhu Cihong nodded, then thought of something, and said:

"Who is the presiding officer of Jiming Temple?"

Han Zan Zhou said: "It is Master Zongqian, Master Lianhua passed away in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, and Master Zongqian succeeded him as the presiding abbot. ”

"Call him to me."

Soon, the current presiding officer of Jiming Temple, Master Zongqian, was brought here by the pro-military guards.

Looking at his former residence, but now it has been completely turned into the emperor's palace, Master Zongqian is a little embarrassed.

However, his face was very respectful, and he couldn't see these inner movements at all.

"The name of the little monk is Zongqian, see His Majesty the Emperor."

Hearing that he called himself two more words, Zhu Cihong sneered, and naturally understood the meaning of this famous Zen master's words.

To address Your Majesty is to be a courtier of the Heavenly Family.

To address His Majesty the Emperor is to serve as a foreign minister.

In other words, this sectarian master did not know whether he was preempting the temple for himself, or for some other reason, to show that he was not his courtier.

Zhu Cihong's eyes were still on the music in his hand, and he slowly turned the page, as if unintentionally: "Don't you think that the disciples of Buddhism are my people?" ”

Venerable Zongqian understood the killing intent contained in this question, and said, "The little monk is a disciple of Shakyamuni, a member of the Buddhist sect, outside the world. ”

"I am the Son of Heaven!" Zhu Cihong interrupted his words, threw his hand on the table, looked at him coldly and said:

"The whole world is not the king's land, and since the mage is in this world, how can he claim to be outside the world."

"I can give you 3,000 rooms as a place for meditation, and I can also take back these houses so that you can beg on the streets, eat and sleep."

"Jiming Temple, it is the imperial grace given to you by the Ming royal family, I will take it back now, these three thousand rooms are the same as the imperial grace I gave you!"

"Where is your Buddha?"

"The Buddha is in the heart, not in the tangible ......" Master Zongqian clasped his palms together, silently recited Amitabha, and closed his eyes to chant sutras.

Zhu Cihong stared coldly for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Master Zongqian is tired, send him back for me."

Han Zanzhou was extremely angry from the sidelines, and when he sent Master Zongqian out, his eyes were constantly staring at him.

This old monk is too ignorant of the heavens and the earth, and His Majesty often asks them if the monk has a place to live.

is so kind, they are all regarded as donkey liver and lungs!

Looking at Master Zongqian who was slowly walking out of the palace of Jiming Temple, Han Zanzhou said to Mu Hu on the side: "This old monk doesn't know what to do, you go and teach him a lesson." ”

Mu Hu was originally the lowest minor, and he got acquainted with Wang Zhiming on the way to escape, and because he knew the secret of his life experience, he was able to have the status of the head of the five cities and horses.

That's all he asks for now, since he took the throne, Zhu Cihong has been not thin to him, and now he has married a few beautiful Qin Huai concubines, and his small life is flourishing.

What these seemingly pious monks were secretly doing, Mu Hu understood best.

He snorted and said, "Father-in-law Han, just look at it, don't subdue this group of chanting scriptures, I will recite the word Mu Hu backwards in the future!" ”

......

That night, the soldiers of the Five Cities Terracotta Division came to the outskirts.

Mu Hu knocked on the door, and it was a monk from the former Jiming Temple who came to open the door, clasped his palms together and said, "May I ask who the donor is looking for?" ”

"I received a report that your host secretly contacted Qinggou and plotted to rebel." Mu Hu said, pushed away the monk who came to open the door, and said with a sneer:

"Arrest someone!"

At the sound of an order, the soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division rushed in.

After some fierce smashing and destruction, the sectarian master in the innermost room was taken out by the five flowers, and a member of the messenger stepped forward to search his body.

Quickly found a letter from the sleeves of his wide robe, walked over and said, "Master Hu, I found a letter to contact Qinggou!" ”

Master Zongqian now lost the indifference he had when facing Zhu Cihong in the Jiming Temple, he hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "This, this is not mine. ”

"This is what you put in my sleeve, you are framing!"

Mu Hucai didn't care about this, and said: "People get stolen goods, but you still have to deny it?" It turns out that the so-called Zongqian Master is also a greedy person who is afraid of death! ”

"Bring me back to the Terracotta Division and interrogate me strictly!"

Master Zongqian was captured like this, and Mu Hu looked at the remaining mages who were looking at each other and asked, "Who among you wants to be the next presiding officer?" ”

At this time, a chubby monk came out and said with a smile: "Little monk Yuanhong, willing to serve the imperial court." ”

Mu Hu laughed and said, "You can decide your own host, but Master Yuanhong, Lao Tzu thinks you are very good." ”

"As for Master Zongqian, let me tell you, the day before yesterday, His Majesty just inspected the officers and troops in the martial arts arena, and ordered to defend Nanjing to the death, and contacting Qinggou is a capital crime to sacrifice the city and rebel."

"He can't come back, let's prepare for the future!"

After Mu Hu took the officials away, he left a group of monks who were messy in the wind, and the fat monk Master Yuanhong stood up and said seriously:

"I heard it, Zongqian secretly settled the prisoner, it is a capital crime, and now I am the presiding officer of this temple."

Master Yuanhong's prestige in the temple was second only to Master Zongqian, but now that Zongqian has been arrested, the monks have lost their backbone.

After hesitating for a while, they saluted.

"See host."

Yuan Hong looked at a mage who did not salute, waved his hand, and said, "Pull him down for me and expel him from this temple!" ”

"In the future, every three days, the monks will burn incense and worship the Buddha for today, and pray for the Ming Dynasty! When today's son is a saint who has never been seen in the ages, do you understand? ”

The monks said in unison, "I'll understand." ”

That night, Han Zanzhou came to Jiming Temple and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the presiding officer of Jiming Temple, Zong Qian, will unfortunately die in the prison of the Soldiers and Horses Division in a few days. ”

"Under the secret instruction of our celebrant supervisor, Yuan Hong became the new presiding abbot of Jiming Temple, saying that he would preach for the court and His Majesty among the people who believe in Buddhism all day long."

Zhu Cihong nodded, and his face did not fluctuate.

When Han Zanzhou withdrew from the dormitory, he sneered.

Zongqian, Zongqian, you talk about you, like Yuanhong, be obedient and be your presiding abbot, isn't it good?

I respect you as a mage, what kind of character do you really think of?

When I need you to be a mage, you are a mage, I don't need you to be, you are nothing.

To be a tool is to have the consciousness of being a tool, even if I can't control the whole country now, it will be as easy as killing a chicken to crush you.