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Chapter 586 Forced donation (3)

"The poor monk has met Your Majesty."

Zhao Xu looked at the memorial, and an old monk was led into the back room by Feng Jing.

So, Zhao Xu raised his head and looked at this 'acquaintance'.

Mr. Kim is less than sixty now, and he has typical South Asian characteristics.

The beard is yellow, the eyebrows are thick, the face is slightly rich, the expression is calm and calm, and he looks a bit immortal.

"Master, no courtesy." Zhao Xu put down the memorial in his hand and whispered to Feng Jing: "Give Master a seat and tea."

"Amitabha!" President Jin put his hands together and bowed in thanks: "Thank you so much, poor monk, Your Majesty."

This was his first time to meet up close, the emperor of the East, the supreme master of all things.

Although the emperor was young, President Kim did not dare to neglect him at all.

Legend has it that this mantra was taught by Sakyamuni Buddha when he incarnated as Vajra and surrendered to Brahma King Luoji.

General Secretary Jin hurriedly folded his hands and bowed: "Amitabha, Your Majesty, I know from the poor monks that although there are some unworthy monks in the world, they are generally people who strictly abide by nobility and practice well."

General Manager Jin saw Zhao Xu getting up and hurriedly followed suit: "For His Majesty, for the Song Dynasty, and for the imperial court, it is the duty of a poor monk to do his best."

"The poor monk wants to go to the disaster area to recite the 'Dirty Vajra Mantra' for the victims and sick people in Huainan to eliminate disasters..."

However, there are very few eminent monks who can perform this method, are proficient in this mantra, and are qualified to cast this mantra.

The Zisheng Zen Temple in Mobang Mountain in Xizhou has therefore become a local holy place.

"But... today, there are very few eminent monks in the world who are as compassionate and as strict as Master!"

The so-called Jin Zongzhi is just a transliteration of the Song Dynasty. Its full name is: Zongzhi All Vajra Lord. In Sanskrit, it is: Fazheluadhara.

Because of this, the monk Zhiyuan was able to establish a sect.

"That way, I feel at ease."

"Master came to see me today, but something happened?" Zhao Xu asked slowly.

If others don’t know the Dharma cultivation of the abbots and monk leaders of the Bianjing monasteries, why doesn’t he know it?

His status in Tantric Buddhism is equivalent to that of Master Padmasambhava and Master Atisha who entered Us Tibetan Buddhism.

This can be seen from his dharma name.

"Ok?"

Obviously, Zhiyuan's ability to achieve this is inseparable from the support of the young emperor.

Therefore, this mantra, in addition to other Buddhist mantras, has great benefits such as eliminating diseases, taking refuge, and obtaining blessings. It can also eliminate all suffering, eliminate all ghosts and evil spirits, save all living beings, fulfill all wishes, and subdue all living beings. It is a magical effect that cannot cause harm to all evil ghosts and gods, except for insects and beasts.

This mantra was introduced to China as early as the Northern and Southern Dynasties. After entering the Song Dynasty, it became widely known and highly respected with the spread of Tantric Buddhism in the Song Dynasty.

Because he is one of the most accomplished monks in the contemporary Tantric sect.

Although President Jin did not know the details, the young emperor in front of him was responsible for the decision by the wise monk to go north and build the Zisheng Zen Monastery to enshrine the tooth relics of the Buddha.

So, he bowed together and said: "This poor monk came here not only to report to Your Majesty the wishes of the monks in Bianjing, but also to ask for a favor from Your Majesty..."

An old monk, a temple, and a Buddha tooth relic can move thousands of miles.

However, he did not say a word of gratitude to the other monks. Instead, he turned to Feng Jing and told Feng Jing: "Feng Jing, I will check with the master later to count the money and silk donated by various temples."

After hearing this, Zhao Xu stood up and said, "Master is merciful. I would like to thank the victims of the Huainan disaster!"

President Jin hurriedly sang the Buddha's name and said: "Your Majesty, the poor monks heard that Huainan was hit by the disaster and the people were suffering. They also saw your Majesty's edict, and they felt the same as the other temples in Bianjing, so they decided to donate money and silk to Helping all living beings in Huainan..."

Mr. Kim is one of them.

Zhao Xu listened, nodded and said: "Master is merciful, I would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Huainan."

"The world of monks in the Song Dynasty is even more mixed..."

Religion is their best spiritual narcotic.

Not just because of his demonstrated ability in politics.

Fortunately, Zhiyuan's example let him know that the young emperor's attitude towards Buddhism was not bad.

And the skills he displayed in the religious field.

Of course, Zhao Xu knew that these were all bluffing.

At this moment, President Jin felt a little restless.

The Vajra Mantra is the supreme mantra of Tantric Buddhism and the highest level of magical power.

"promise."

"I hope their test scores will be as good as the Master said!"

"I hope so!" Zhao Xu said, "I have already issued an order to the Kaifeng Prefecture, the Ancestral Temple Department, and the Senglu Department to examine the presiding officers and monk heads of the temples in Beijing."

However, this is what ordinary people believe.

Zhao Xu nodded, clasped his hands and said, "Good! Good! Master is a compassionate person."

President Kim was immediately speechless.

The thieves are settling scores one by one, but just letting them recite sutras...

In desperation, President Kim could only bow again: "It will be as your Majesty wishes."

He knew that the abbots and monk leaders had already thought of countermeasures.

It's nothing more than spending money to eliminate disasters, bribe the officials of the temple, and buy the examination questions in advance.

The relationships between the temple and the clan are all ready-made.

This is why they are so confident.

Zhao Xu smiled: "I hope so!"

"That's right!" Zhao Xu looked at Mr. Jin: "I heard that there is a pretty good fable in the Bianjing News today."

"The mage can take a look."

Although President Jin did not understand what Zhao Xu meant, he still recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

……

After leaving Kaifeng Mansion, President Jin made a Vajra Seal to calm down.

"Bianjing New Newspaper?" He ordered his disciple Xianchao who was waiting for him outside the government office: "Go and buy a copy of today's Bianjing New Newspaper for me."

"promise!"

Mr. Jin mounted his horse and headed towards the court.

In his mind, he recalled all the details of his time in front of the emperor.

His memory is very strong.

Therefore, he relied on his memory to forcefully write down all the details of the conversation in front of the emperor, including the changes in the young emperor's tone.

"The officials at that time had no intention of destroying the Buddha."

Definitely.

Otherwise, they would not have met him, let alone stood up to thank him when he expressed his intention to go south to pray for the victims, recite mantras, and hold a Dharma ceremony.

At the same time, what happened to the monk Zhiyuan in Xizhou also proved that this small official knew that Buddhism was very important to the Song Dynasty.

It can help him do many things.

Just ...

This official seems to be very dissatisfied with the temples in Bianjing.

Moreover, it seems that there is something hidden in the words, especially the last instructions.

That evening, President Kim got the Bianjing Newspaper that was published this evening.

Then, he easily found a fable related to Buddhism in the Bianjing Newspaper.

A story about the conversation between Buddha and Demon King Bo Xun before his Nirvana.

President Kim was stunned after seeing the whole thing.

"At the end of the Dharma, my sons and grandsons will become monks and wear your cassocks, destroying your Dharma, distorting your scriptures, and corrupting your precepts!"

Demon King Bo Xun's words were like a spell, rolling and stirring in Mr. Jin's mind.

No matter how hard it is for him to maintain his integrity, he can only shed a line of tears like the Buddha: "Amitabha!"

Immediately, President Kim reacted: "It's broken!"

He was about to stand up, but soon sat down weakly.

Because he knows that there is nothing he can do about what is going to happen!

……

Bianjing New News now has a distribution system that is unbelievably developed in this era.

More than two thousand newsboys were spread throughout Bianjing and outside.

The newly printed Bianjing Newspaper was used as a distribution center through the shops and residences controlled by the Detective Department.

At the same time, a number of printing workshops were set up in the capital.

Within an hour, the Bianjing News, which was released today, was distributed throughout Bianjing through this system. Because the Bianjing Newspaper is priced at a reasonable price—five yuan per copy.

At the same time, it also contains price information related to the daily life of Bianjing people.

There are also various gossip entertainment news, as well as stories, romances and legends.

Therefore, it already has a stable audience in Bianjing City.

One of the recreational activities of many people in Bianjing Xiangfang is to listen to people read newspapers.

Therefore, after nightfall, today's Bianjing Newspaper has entered thousands of households and tiles.

The fables published in newspapers today leave a deep impression on readers because of their simple and straightforward yet profound implications.

But, this is not the key.

The key is that the fable published today is like a switch that suddenly opens the valve in many people's hearts.

As a result, countless heroes entered Goulanwasi.

They preached the stories published in the Bianjing Newspaper everywhere, and enthusiastically informed the audience about the various activities of the Bianjing Temple Treasury.

Wang Er in front of the street was from an honest family. Last year, he borrowed a hundred guan from the bank to do business. Unfortunately, he failed to pay it back in time. In the end, he was forced by the monks from the bank to destroy his family...

Zhang San in the workshop, because he was short of 20 guan from the warehouse, his profit increased to 100 guan in three months, and in the end he had no choice but to throw himself into the river and die...

Old man Li, a wine doctor in a certain foot shop, pledged his ancestral jade in a pledge store. The jade was originally worth a hundred guan, but the pledger said that it was a broken stone and was only worth ten guan. Old Li had no choice but to use money urgently, so he had to Agree, but when he finally paid back the money, the bank swallowed up his ancestral jade and only returned a broken stone. Old Man Li was so angry that he hanged himself in the bank that night...

One vivid story after another spreads to thousands of households in Bianjing through word of mouth.

In the past, the great monks tried their best to cover up and conceal these scandals.

Nowadays, under the influence of more powerful forces, it has entered thousands of households.

In conjunction with the fable published in the Bianjing Newspaper, it instantly touched the soft flesh of countless people's hearts.

The victims seemed to be encouraged, and one by one they came forward to speak out.

Public sentiment became agitated amid the exaggeration.

The next day, it was dawn.

The monks at Fayun Temple in Bianjing got up as usual and started preparing meals.

Outside the temple, there was sudden noise.

The monk was caught off guard and had no time to react before dozens of powerful men with sticks rushed into the temple.

Suddenly, the whole temple was in an uproar.

"What are you doing?"

"What to do?"

Some monks tried to stop him, but were pushed away by these guys.

After hearing the report, the presiding monk of Fayun Temple hurriedly put on his cassock and came out.

I saw dozens of strong men holding sticks, rushing directly to the most important facility in Fayun Temple - the quality library.

They carried sticks and started beating people inside the warehouse.

Any monk who dared to stop them was violently pushed away, or even surrounded and beaten severely.

The presiding monk immediately screamed when he saw this. On the one hand, he ordered people to report to the official immediately. On the other hand, he organized a dozen monks to pick up sticks and rush forward.

These monks are all warrior monks that he has spent great efforts to train.

Normally, in front of the believers who owed money to the Treasury, he was majestic and brave.

However, when these monks rushed forward.

After only a few rounds, he was beaten by those strong men until he rolled on the ground and knelt down begging for mercy.

The host monk was dumbfounded.

Because he found that the strong men who were smashing the quality warehouse were very organized.

They did not touch other things in the temple, nor did they damage the murals or utensils in the temple.

They came just for the quality library.

Moreover, the tables, chairs and porcelain in the quality warehouse were all smashed.

He didn't touch the account books, let alone break into the warehouse and plunder property.

Even when he hits someone, he is very measured.

Seemingly unreasonable, the sticks flew into the air.

But they all avoided the vital points of the human body and just went to the places with more flesh.

The host was stunned.

And those strong men walked out swaggeringly after the smashing. They looked at the trembling monks and the frightened host.

"Hmph!" A strong man at the head spat and shouted loudly: "As expected, you descendants of Boxun put on the Buddha's cassocks and sat in the Buddha's nunnery, corrupting the Buddha's scriptures and precepts! "

The presiding monk opened his mouth and had no idea what these guys were talking about?
I can only watch these murderers leave stupidly.

"These rotten sheep-headed scoundrels!"

After they left, the host entered the vault of Fayun Temple.

It was a mess inside, and there was a strong smell of blood on the walls. When he walked in and took a look, the host found that it might be black dog blood.

Someone else took a pen and dipped it in blood and left words on the wall - Descendants of Bo Xun, wear my Buddha's cassock and violate my Buddha's precepts, you should be beaten!

The host was dumbfounded.

What wave? Who are the descendants of Bo Xun?

At this time, several monks hiding in the corner of the warehouse finally crawled out.

"Host..." They looked at the host: "Those thieves just said..."

"If our Fayun Temple warehouse opens again in the future, they will come and attack us."

"Rebellion! Rebellious!" The host listened, and fire of ignorance suddenly arose in his internal organs: "We, Fayun Temple, ordered to build a main temple, and they dare to come and destroy it?"

"How dare you be so domineering!"

"I must sue the official!"

"Does anyone know the origins of those rogues?"

A fat monk with a fat head and big ears stepped forward cautiously and said: "Master, those murderers seem to be the guards hired by the nearby fruit shop..."

"Fruits okay?" the host took a breath.

In Bianjing City, anyone who is linked to a certain guild is not easy to mess with!

Because, these guilds all have the handiwork of Bianjing nobles.

The fruit shop is even more legendary, with a vast background.

and so……

Is this a waste of time?

But why do they beat us?
The host was puzzled.

Soon after, several soldiers from Kaifeng Mansion rushed to Fayun Temple with sleepy eyes.

They casually took a look at the smashed warehouse, and without waiting for the host to complain, the official leading the team said directly: "Sure enough, they are descendants of Demon King Bo Xun, dressed in Buddha's appearance, and sneaked into Buddha's nunnery! "

"It's a good beating and a good smashing!"

"They are all righteous and deserve to be rewarded!"

The host was dumbfounded.

Is the government blatantly trying to sidestep this?
Seeing this, he could only lower his head and consider himself unlucky.

no way!
The nurse from the fruit shop came and smashed his warehouse, and the people sent by the government blatantly tried to sidestep him.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that this is offending someone.

If that's the case, then just keep your head down, admit defeat, and wait until the news is over.

However, he would not know that on this morning, more than thirty temples in Bianjing City were affected.

Without exception, they were all thugs from guilds, main stores, or workshops who rushed into the temple and smashed the warehouse.

The movements of these people were uniform.

All that was smashed were the tables, chairs, and porcelain in the warehouse, but the account books and banknotes inside were not touched.

Their voices are also surprisingly unified - the descendants of the demon king Bo Xun sneaked into the Buddha's nunnery and put on the Buddha's cassock!

Therefore, they are indignant and angry.

The patrol soldiers and soldiers in Kaifeng Prefecture were either blind or deaf.

The few people who rushed to the scene after receiving the report were all surprisingly consistent.

What a righteous man did in anger was completely legal and reasonable.

The Spring and Autumn Period is a prison sentence, and the original heart is condemned!
These eight words are enough to stop everyone talking.

(End of this chapter)