As the new capital, Luoyang has been rapidly expanded because of the arrival of the Ming power center, and the population soon exceeded 2 million, becoming the largest metropolis of the Ming Dynasty.

As in Nanjing, the first thing Gao Yiming did was to announce the elimination of the curfew, but with the promulgation of a new national tax law, the pilot gradient tax policy for all walks of life, the tax rate is four times the previous one, but there is still only one tax in the country.

After the government stabilized, Gao Yiming was a little impatient to go out of the palace and go around, wanting to pursue the memory of the later generations, but unfortunately, the Longmen Grottoes at this time have not been excavated, and there is no trace of the Imperial City Park in later generations, and the White Horse Temple has been preserved from the Tang Dynasty to the present, but it has not yet been the scale of later generations.

Gao Yiming is not interested in it, when he was an ordinary person in the past, it was very interesting to talk about the history of the emperor, but now that he has become an emperor, he doesn't want others to talk about this thing, except for Xuanzang in the White Horse Temple, he can think of the woman Wu Cao who defy the sky, so that as an emperor, he is very tired.

If it is not possible to explore the ancient world, then he is going to go out to the far gate that is not near or far, to the Shaolin Temple, and to climb the Shaolin Mountain, they should not run away.

Moreover, the historical records are clear, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, the Fusang Japanese invaded the coastal areas of China, and the Shaolin monks had meritorious service in resisting the Japanese, so the court repaired the temple on a large scale, and the Shaolin Temple also enjoyed the privileges of exempting the grain difference granted by the government, after that, the Shaolin monks were recruited by the imperial court at least six times, participated in the war, and repeatedly made meritorious contributions, so the imperial court repeatedly built a temple for the Shaolin Temple, and the authoritative position of Shaolin Kung Fu in the martial arts world was also established.

Just go, this time he only took the queen with him and let King Fu supervise the country.

"Master, why are you in such a hurry to go to Shaolin Temple? Where the monk is indeed good at kung fu, do you want to visit the famous temple? Other than that, I really can't think of why you came here in such a hurry, and didn't bring Ying'er and Juan'er, who had been squirming for a few days. ”

"Shaolin is a solemn place, don't dare to mess around here, only take you, so that we can live in the world of two."

Isn't this nonsense? Speechless after the week.

Due to the special status of Shaolin Temple in the Ming Dynasty, Gao Yiming did not have a hidden identity, in order to be able to enjoy the ancient temple, he asked Yan Yingyuan to inform first, so when he came to the temple gate, the abbot and other high-level officials of the temple were waiting there.

"Rushing to visit, there are many disturbances, and I hope that the abbot Haihan."

"The emperor is serious, the whole world is not the king's land, the shore of the land is not the king's ministers, Shaolin is still the Shaolin of the Ming Dynasty, the Holy Cross is coming, it is an honor, the emperor and the queen are please."

Following the abbot to the quiet room, Gao Yiming said: "I see that many buildings in the temple have collapsed, in addition to pilgrims in the temple, there are also subsidies from the imperial court, why is this so?" ”

"Back to the emperor, those were pushed and burned by the rebels during the chaos and disaster a few years ago, and they have been rebuilding for more than ten years, but the financial resources are not enough, and it is really difficult to improve the progress."

"Haha-you old abbot is very interesting, okay, for the sake of the past merits, I have the silver to repair the temple, but the old abbot, the scripture pavilion is still there, right? There are also Chang Hospital, Chu Zu Nunnery, Tallinn, Luohan Hall, and Zangjing Pavilion are still there, right? ”

"Back to the emperor, it's still there." The old abbot was a little overjoyed, the emperor is a big financier, and now he has promised to give alms, it must be very rich, so that the temple reconstruction process will be improved, and now Shaolin is famous, so that people can see that it is not good to be tattered, and it must be rebuilt quickly.

"Old abbot, I wonder if the Scripture Pavilion is still there?"

"The Emperor of the Place."

"Can I go and take a look?"

"Of course, please—" After saying that, the old abbot led the way in front.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is the first place to arrive, and the hall is a five-room heavy eaves rest mountain style building. In the middle of the hall is enshrined for the present Buddha Shakyamuni Buddha, the left is the Medicine Buddha of the past Buddha Oriental Pure Glass World, the right is the Amitabha Buddha of the future Buddha Western Elysium, the east and west gables in the hall are suspended by the eighteen Arhats, and the rear wall of the screen wall is suspended by Guanyin. The difference between the Shaolin Temple and other temples is that the three Buddhas here have standing statues of the Bodhidharma Patriarch and King Jinnara, who is known as the founder of the Shaolin Temple's stick art.

After giving incense to the Buddha, Gao Yiming was attracted by the two unicorns carrying beams and pillars in the center of the hall, and the whole hall was full of images of Hu people with deep eyebrows and wide eyes, even Feitian was naked, the Hu women, the only thing that could give Gao Yiming a little comfort was this unicorn, a complete Chinese product, although it had a dragon head, a cow body, and was covered with fish scales, it looked a little miserable, but it made him feel cordial.

A group of people passed through several courtyards and came to a two-story hall with the three big characters of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion written vigorously and powerfully. There was also an old monk sweeping the floor in front of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at this time, the old one couldn't tell the age, Gao Yiming looked the old monk up and down, the old monk couldn't slow down, and he didn't look up at him.

"This is a master of freedom." Gao Yiming praised.

"Poof! ——" Listening to his words, Zhou Hou couldn't hold back his laughter, pinched the soft flesh on Gao Yiming's waist, told him not to talk nonsense, and dragged him forward with his arm.