"Woo, Woo ......"

Those elite horsemen didn't ink when they heard the sound, and raised the sharp Yanling knife in their hands and swung it towards the carcasses of the bald donkeys with fat heads and big ears on the ground.

The sound of the blade cutting open the chest and abdomen reverberated in the temple,

A thick layer of yellow fat under the skin was cut by a knife, and the tip of the knife accidentally pierced the stomach pouch, and the sour smell of wine and meat corroded by stomach acid was mixed with the fishy harness of the organs, and the air in the hall was filled with an indescribable smell.

The original golden and brilliant Buddha-lit hall was now full of flesh and blood and remnants like the legendary eighteenth-layer knife and saw hell in the legend.

The window paper was sprinkled with red blood, and the sun fell into the red window paper, falling on the originally solemn Buddha, and the halo became strange under the gold leaf, and it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Vomit ......"

The sound of vomiting sounded one after another in the main hall, covering his eyes and not daring to look, it was okay at first, but when he got to the back, even those who had killed countless people also looked extremely uncomfortable after doing all this.

"The official said you can't protect those bald donkeys!"

Luo Congee looked at the Buddha who was high above and said sincerely, he has no merit as a person, but there is only one good thing, that is, he must practice his words.

I've never been a good person, and I don't care what other people think, I just know one thing, if you don't mess with me, it's okay, everyone is fine, if you want to kill me, I will destroy you.

If you are in a hurry, the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't protect you!

"Drive all the pilgrims into the hall of the Great Hero!"

Luo Congee walked to the door of the hall with blood stains all over the ground, and ordered coldly to the brocade guards outside, he wanted the world to see that this so-called Buddha could not even protect his own apostles who spread faith in the world, and how to protect them, believers who are related to the Buddha.

"No!"

As the words fell, the elite horsemen stationed outside endured their discomfort and drove the pilgrim believer to the hall as before.

"Bang ......"

It was not the sound of the corpse falling, but among the believers who had just entered the main hall, there were a group of timid ones who were directly frightened and fainted, and the bolder ones were also frightened so that their legs were paralyzed, and there was a faint fishy liquid flowing out between their legs.

"Lord Luo, this is the house deed from the temple, and the title deed ......" Not long after, a hundred households in charge of the search carried a wooden box to the front of Luo Congee.

"Read it to them, too!"

Luo Congee looked at the thick pile of deed paper and said coldly.

"My lord, there are a total of 129 shops in the White Horse Temple in the capital, including 38 grain, oil and rice shops, and 27 restaurants...... There are thirteen manors outside the city, about 800 hectares of medium fertile land and 400 hectares of low-grade fertile land......"

The hundred households opened the wooden box and looked through it in detail.

"A thousand acres of good land?"

Luo Congee listened to the front and there was no waves, after all, those bald donkeys and landlords have been fond of buying properties since ancient times, but they couldn't help but exclaim when they heard the last number.

You must know that this number can only be heard in the previous life, and it can only be heard when the dynasty changes, and when the family has been operating in the local area for hundreds of years.

However, now this is the foot of the Son of Heaven, the land of Gyeonggi, and it is only a monk temple with more than 800 people that can be compared to it for more than 20 years, how ridiculous?

"According to the weights and measures of the imperial court, five feet is a step, a step of two hundred and forty is an acre, ten acres is an hour, a hundred acres is an acre, and the fertile land of the White Horse Temple is 1,200 hectares, which is a full 120,000 acres of fertile land!"

"Where did these bald donkeys come from so much land!"

Luo Congee looked at Tian Qi, who was about to fill most of the boxes, and said loudly.

"Lord Luo, do you know, those bald donkeys collect incense money, and the same is true of the temple land, saying that it is to worship the Buddha, according to the law, it does not belong to the category of production and operation, so, throughout the ages, they do not pay taxes, do not pay food, those bald donkeys in the name of serving the Buddha, Bodhisattva, have never served labor......"

"In addition, every time there is a famine, ordinary people have no food at home, let alone pay taxes, so many poor people hang their family land and property in the name of the temple to avoid taxes......

Wang Ruling leaned in front of Luo Congee and explained.

"How many people can this feed?"

Luo Congee said with a solemn face, after all, the grain harvest in this year is not comparable with that in the previous life.

"If it is calculated according to the people who cultivate the land in the land of Gyeonggi, under the premise that the wind and rain are good, one mu of wheat can be collected between more than 120 and 150 catties, and one and a half acres of land is enough for one person to eat for a year.

After thinking about it, Wang Ruling explained out loud that he also has a lot of land in his family, but compared to this White Horse Temple, it is not enough for the other party to be a fraction.

"In other words, the land occupied by the White Horse Temple can at least feed 40,000 people?"

Luo Congee's tone became more and more cold.

"My lord, if the fields are planted with some well-fed grains, the people do not seek to be full, but only to survive, and about one acre of land can support one person, after all, in the homes of ordinary people, only the strong labor of the family is worthy of filling the stomach when the farm is busy."

"Twelve years ago, there was a drought and locust plague in the north, starvation was everywhere, and after the victims fled to the capital, they were all skinny and skinny, and they couldn't stand it, so they took out more than a dozen stones of coarse grain as alms."

"It's funny, a black-hearted person like Xia Guan is still like this, but the bald donkey who is full of compassion and talks about all living beings all day long, Xia Guan has indeed never seen them open the door to give alms......

"On the contrary, the mountain gate is closed, lest someone rob it."

"If then,"

"Slaughtering this temple, Moyo can live hundreds of thousands of victims."

Wang Ruling thought for a moment and gave a detailed answer that was closer to reality, although he was not a good person, he didn't want to see this bald donkey who only entered but couldn't leave.

"What a good field, a thousand acres of White Horse Temple!"

"God knows how many layers of grease in the belly of this bald donkey are scraped people's anointing beams!"

"You all open your eyes to the official, take a good look, and see if this high Buddha should lack gold leaf, and see if this fat-headed and big-eared bald donkey lacks rice and grain......

Luo Congee looked at the kind of pilgrim who was as silent as a cicada and roared loudly, although he said that he was full of people at every turn, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was full of evil.

But he has always been wielding a knife at the enemy, a strong enemy, and for more than a year, he has never bullied those ordinary people who have a hard time.

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On the contrary, he seems to be compassionate.