Xie Jing's eyeballs were boneless.

He was sure, sure, and convinced that my lordship was not just literal.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he knocked the palm of his hand with a folding fan.

He said: "Huo Xianke hit his forehead, and the doctor who treated him used a needle to intercept a part of his qi." Therefore, in the end, it is only necessary to puncture the air bag, and after the second-layer collision, the person who pricked the needle will be fine. Right, sir? ”

Di Ying nodded with a smile and praised: "Very smart." ”

Xie Jing opened the folding fan and fanned it proudly.

However, thinking of the magical means of adults, and the completion of things step by step, Xie Jing couldn't be complacent. I feel like I'm in front of my own adults.、It's a part of IQ being cut.。

So I actively used my brain and asked about adults.

"My lord, since the beginning of His Majesty's pursuit of Buddhism, temples have sprung up everywhere and have been built everywhere. A lot of it is not authentic. Anyone who shaves his head, burns his scars, circles the ground, builds a house, and hangs a plaque can become a temple. What are you going to do about this? Is it enough to just explore the temple on the other side? ”

Di Ying was also thinking about this question.

Because the temple is subject to all kinds of preferential treatment, everything within the temple area is not subject to tax. Including fields, incense, and the like.

Every year, he can also receive a large amount of money from the imperial court for monks, Taoists, nuns and other monks.

And because His Majesty played a leading role, the people also liked to go to the temple to offer incense.

There is not a temple, temple, or nunnery that is poor. Even the father-in-law of the land on the side of the road has been burning incense all year round and paying tribute.

You can't let Di Ying burn down the illegal temples, temples, and nunnery of the whole country like burning Jiangnan Road, right? No matter how much he doesn't want to die, he can't even stay in the ashes.

……

And when Di Ying was still thinking about those things.

In Pingfu Village, Yangning County, it became a mess.

"I won't let you go, do you hear? You are an unconscious child, your father and mother finally pulled you up, and pointed to you farming to support your family, but you want to be a monk, you, you, you...... I'll beat you to death! ”

A middle-aged woman grabbed a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, and with a stick in one hand, she pulled the young man's shin without a head.

The young man struggled, but he did not dare to exert too much force, for fear of hurting his mother herself.

I can only verbally shout back: "What's wrong with me? What can be done in farming? I was so tired that I couldn't afford to eat even a piece of meat for a year. Look at the monks in those temples, they have big fish and meat every day, they don't have to do any work, and they still get cramps with money.

Isn't it just a shave? Do you have a hot scar? I can think whatever I want, what I want, and I can make you all leave the village and go to the city to live a good life, what's wrong with me?

Isn't that better than me guarding you bitterly? You have lived like this, generations have lived like this, why don't you take a look?

After a lifetime of hard work, I can't look down on a doctor, and when I get old, I can only lie down and wait for death. It's something like this that you think, not what I think, and I don't want to see you live like this. And in the temple, there is food, drink, and no work, and you can still get money, so I'm going to go! ”

The aunt stopped what she was doing, sat down on the ground in despair, and cried.

Yes, the son was not wrong. They have worked hard all their lives, their faces are facing the loess and their backs are facing the sky, they are reluctant to eat, they are reluctant to drink, they are reluctant to wear, and they have saved a lifetime of money, which is not enough to see a disease and catch a pair of medicines.

Every day, if you can't even fill your stomach and live a hopeless life where you can see your head at a glance, is this really a life?

What can wrong with the son now going to find another way out, a way out that he can afford to live, to get sick, and to die?

In the same village, more than 20 other young men and even middle-aged men in their thirties were also arguing with their families.

They also have to go up the mountain, they have to enter the temple, they don't want to farm, and they have to go to the days when they can reach out and get money, and they can eat enough while lying down.

There was an uncle who wiped the tears on his face, and forcefully put the cane in his hand on the ground, kept pestling, raised his eyes to the sky, and said hatefully: "God, you can take a look." What's wrong with such a world? ”

An old lady also sat on the ground, patting her thighs and crying loudly.

"There you go! You dead old man, you go! If you want to go, you can go by yourself, what are you doing with your sons? Are you all burned? How can the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, and children who left us in this room live? How do you live......"

But no matter how you cry, scold, spit, or beg on your knees...... None of them worked.

People who have suffered all their lives, when they have a chance to turn over, the degree of determination can be imagined.

What's more, among those who are leaving, and among those with a conscience, they think: When they have money, they will get the money back, and their families will be happy with it.

But the land was barren...... and the people are deserted......

The field is not a field, the land is not a land, the family is not a family, and the people are no more......

And another Majia village.

It was broken in by a few fierce monks.

When they stood at the entrance of the village, they shouted in a loud voice, "According to the head of the person, each of them will give a hundred copper coins to the Buddha." If there is anyone who does not obey, it is disrespectful to the Buddha, and our master will represent the Buddha, uphold the Buddha's intentions, and send you to the eighteen layers of hell! ”

Another monk, leaning on a monk's robe that was about to fall to his crotch, a crooked monk's hat, a shy belly, and a fat face.

He kindly reminded: "Don't blame the poor monk for not reminding you that anyone who doesn't pay tribute to the Buddha will be arrested and sent to the temple prison." Inside, tsk, it's hard to stand up and go in and walk out again. When the time comes, it won't be a matter that can be settled for a hundred copper coins. Come on, come on, hurry up and hand it over, and those who know the times are Junjie. I believe you don't want to suffer more from that kind of flesh and skin, do you? ”

These words made the villagers tremble with anger.

The old village chief walked out on crutches, trembling slightly, and pointed at them and said, "You come once a month, and each time you have to pay a hundred copper plates, where do we get the money?"

Look at our village, how many strong men are still at home? There is no one to live in the land, no one to take care of the house, where does the money come from?

You, you are all from the village, and you are also from the homes of people like us, one by one.

How can you go out and break your heart? It's all old folks, how can you do it?! In the name of the Buddha, the Buddha wants you to harm the people? ”

"Get out! Dead old man, shameless face. Hurry up and get the money! ”

A monk kicked the old village chief down, and he kept scolding in his mouth.