Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 48

"Boom..."

The movement of the Golden Buddha being pushed down has never stopped.

The pilgrims in the Daxiong Palace have become numb to the sight, unknowingly, their devotion to the Buddha is not much left, and the fate of the Buddha is almost exhausted, and those Jin Yiwei who did the work have long since lost their sense of awe, and they just secretly plan to go back How much gold can be shared afterwards.

"Little old man, no offense intended!"

"Also ask the Buddha to forgive!"

"Boom..."

The old man was still kneeling on the ground and begging the Lord Buddha's forgiveness regardless, but when the last golden Buddha was pushed down, several iron chains broke suddenly, and the golden Buddha weighing ten thousand catties leaned towards the old man , actually directly crushed him into a meat paste, and those pilgrims were terrified when they saw it.

"Such a devout believer is rare."

"It's also good to serve the Buddha."

Looking at the puddle of meat paste on the ground, Luo Porridge shook his head and said.

"Master Luo, the matter has been settled."

Soon,
Ding Xiu also came back to report,

Luo Porridge walked out of the main hall and looked up. The Buddhist scriptures pavilion and several side halls of the White Horse Temple were already on fire, and the surroundings of the main hall and treasure halls were also doused with fire oil. Walk.

"Do you also want to go to Xitian?"

"Get out after seeing enough?" Luo Porridge looked at the pale-faced pilgrims inside and said coldly.

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you Master Luo for opening my eyes today to understand the nature of these bald donkeys. I will never believe in Buddhism in the future. The grass people have to learn from the Lord when they go back and smash all the Buddha statues enshrined at home. If you see When the bald donkey comes to beg for alms, you have to spit two mouthfuls of thick phlegm into his bowl!"

At least the rich merchant was the first to speak,
Thank you again and again to Luo Congee.

"How many taels of silver did you bring as incense?"

Luo Congee nodded in disbelief when he heard the sound, looked at the rich businessman's bulging purse, and asked another question out of nowhere.

"Caomin's family is in the tea business, and they have a little money, so they brought a lot more. There are more than 300 taels of cash and 2000 taels of banknotes..."

The middle-aged wealthy businessman scratched his head and said embarrassingly.

"what about you?"

Luo Congee's eyes fell on the crowd.

"Caomin's family is in the business of porcelain. He often goes out and wants to be safe, so he brought 400 taels of cash and 800 taels of banknotes."

"The little old man had a few hectares of Susukida left in his ancestors. He wanted to have many children and grandchildren, so he brought 80 taels of cash and 300 taels of banknotes as incense..."

……

After Luo Congee's words fell, everyone started to speak one after another. After experiencing so many great horrors that they will never forget in their lifetime, no one dared to hide it, and they all answered truthfully.

The voice fell,

Everyone felt a little rejoiced in their hearts.

On the contrary, the Jinyiwei people at the side felt uncomfortable. After all, the sum of money donated by those big households would be regarded as their salary for ten years.

"Master Luo, it's ironic to say that these days ordinary people can't believe in Buddha, not to mention the money in their pockets can't connect with Buddha, but these people who have no worries about food and clothing are like this all day long..."

Wang Ruling sighed.

"That's right, who is a decent person these days who believes in Buddhism?"

Luo Porridge answered.

"Yes, I don't know why."

"I always feel a dull pain in the back alveolar."

Looking at the pilgrims, Luo Congee moved his wrist and said.

"Lord Luo!"

"Your Majesty has an idea."

Ding Xiu thought for a moment and continued.

"My lord, you said that the money they carried was originally intended to be incense for these bald donkeys, right?"

"Ok!"

"It stands to reason,"

"Now this silver should also fall into the merit box."

Ding Xiu pointed to the tall wooden box and said.

"good."

Luo Porridge nodded.

"It's just that we came to the White Horse Temple, killed those bald donkeys, and accidentally interrupted them from donating incense to the merit box."

"According to the officer, the bald donkeys have been killed now, should they be given some time to finish what they wanted to do before?"

Ding Xiu said,
"Well, it should be so in both emotion and reason."

"Then what are you still doing?"

Luo Congee figured it out and asked Guan Qiao with a smile.

"Order!"

"Boom..."

"Everyone, put the silver in first."

The one-person-tall merit box was carried out by Ding Xiu alone, and the merit boxes of the remaining side halls were also carried out by other Tiqi, lined up, and placed in the middle of the square, facing the thousands of believers Loudly said.

"My lord, what do you mean?"

Someone said in surprise.

Ding Xiu pointed to the merit box and raised his hand without saying much, the meaning was self-evident, let them figure it out.

"I guess my lord is afraid that when we go down the mountain later, there will be too many people in chaos and we will lose money. Anyway, we won't grab our silver anyway..." A hearty man took the lead in taking the banknotes in his hand together with the broken ones. Silver was thrown in, and the rest of the people had no choice but to follow suit.

"Got it!"

"Alive!"

"Take them all away!"

Seeing the merit box filled with silver tickets, Ding Xiu waved to Tiqi behind him in satisfaction.

"Is this fucking really a robbery?"

Seeing this, the man subconsciously exclaimed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"This official took the money from the merit box. Even if he broke the sky, he was the one who robbed him. Does it have anything to do with the pilgrims like you?"

Ding Xiu pointed to the merit box and said as a matter of course.

……

"Let's teach them a lesson."

Luo Porridge listened to the episode over there and smiled indifferently, then turned to the map of the capital, and said that there were still more than a dozen small temples in the surrounding area that had not been slaughtered, and he still had to plan how to divide his troops and how to kill them before today. over.

"Wang Tongzhi, leave 100 people to deal with the affairs here, and then you and Ding Xiu will each lead a team and go north and south respectively. There are still seven or eight monk temples over there, and they all follow the regulations of the White Horse Temple. .”

"I led a group of people to the east to slaughter the remaining five or six." Luo Congee ordered after thinking for a moment, pointing to the location on the map of Shangjing.

"By the way, some people are assigned to guard the gate of the city. After all, there is too much commotion. Those bald donkeys may abandon the temple..."

"Go down the mountain, after tonight."

"I hope that there will be no Buddhist sects in Gyeonggi!"

After Luo Porridge explained, he led the rest of the elite cavalry, and rode their horses down the mountain. Just at the foot of the mountain, the Sutra Pavilion on the top collapsed at this moment, and the entire mountain was full of sutras. Wen Feiwu was soon engulfed by the flames.

At the end of Haishi

Looking down from the sky, more than a dozen temples in the north, south, east, west, and west of the huge Shangjing City were all lit up with flames, illuminating the neighboring markets like daytime, and the wailing of those bald donkeys echoed endlessly throughout the night.

Ordinary people were tossing and turning under the covers listening to the noise from outside, but no one had the courage to go out to investigate. Even the Goulan House had no sound of singing and dancing. They all closed their doors to thank guests. Not daring to get a hangover on the street, for fear of bumping into the countless ghosts, only a full moon hangs in the sky, shedding cold and watery moonlight.

really,
There are no drums on the Sixth Street, and there are no pedestrians, and there is a moon in the vast sky in the Nine Quays.

(End of this chapter)