Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

"My name is Wuxie, and I am the abbot of the Great Protectorate Temple. I came to the palace to seek an audience with the Empress."

"Thank you for letting me know!"

As a result, the centurion pointed his finger towards the Meridian Gate.

"The current minister is sitting up there. If you have anything to say, just talk to him directly!"

"If you want to enter the palace, ask him first if he agrees!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the centurion retreated to the side and stared at the monks with a fierce look in his eyes, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, ready to strike at any time.

Abbot Wuxie took two steps back, raised his head and looked upwards, and indeed he saw Wen Tiren's figure.

So he chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Amitabha, I am Wuxie, the poor monk, and I am here to see you, Elder!"

Wen Tiren sat on top of the city wall, drinking tea, and glanced at them expressionlessly.

"How dare you, monks, enter the palace without permission!"

"Come here, hold them down for me first, and punish each of them with thirty lashes as a warning to others!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were unanimous responses from the left and right side doors.

The Jinyiwei guarding the city did not move, but just pushed open the left and right doors.

Then, a large group of Jinyiwei were seen rushing out from inside!

There are at least three to five hundred people!

Seeing this scene in front of him, Wuxie was completely dumbfounded!

At the same time, I also understood some things!

The reason why the gate of the imperial city was open was most likely because this man named Wen had instructed it in advance!

But it was useless for him to understand, because those Jinyiwei would not waste any time talking to him.

They pounced on the monks like wolves and tigers, held them down and started to strip off their clothes.

Chapter 319 Oh, it has to be original.

If you're hitting someone with a stick, of course you have to do it naked.

Otherwise, who knows if it’s fake?

No matter how the monks shouted, they could not escape the disaster in the end.

The weather has become warmer, and although we don’t have to worry about catching a cold after being stripped of our clothes, the floor tiles outside the Meridian Gate are still covered with durian peels!

Since it was put on, it has never been removed and new skin is always replaced every now and then to ensure that the spikes on the skin are always hard!

As for the fruit pulp, Zhang Yan and the others always said that it smelled stinky, just like Zhu Youxiao's stinky socks.

So in the end, it all benefited the palace maids around them...

More than three hundred monks were all lying on durian peels and being beaten with sticks. What a miserable scene!

Wen Tiren was sitting on the top of the city wall, watching everything happening before his eyes.

That's right!

This was indeed a trap he had set for the monks!

When a commoner sues an official, he must first be beaten with a stick to intimidate him, let alone these monks who broke into the imperial city without permission?

The sound of sticks crackling was heard constantly.

In just a few moments, someone was beaten to a bloody mess.

"Unjustly accused!"

"Please spare my life, Lord!"

At Wuxie's age, how could he endure such torture? After only three blows, he couldn't help but scream loudly.

There is a lot of flesh on the buttocks, so a few beatings will not necessarily kill you.

But the durian skin under the body can really pierce into the flesh!

Wen Tiren had no intention of stopping, so the Jinyiwei under him would naturally not show any mercy.

Liu Qianqiu stood behind him, looking at the scene below, and involuntarily dropped his hands.

Cover one hand in front and one hand in back.

Although he was not the one who got beaten, he still felt a chill there...

After being beaten with thirty sticks, the lower bodies of these monks were all covered in blood, and only one in ten of them were able to struggle to stand up!

Abbot Wuxie was lying there, looking like he was breathing in more than he was breathing out, and two lines of tears had already wet his face.

Not until then did Wen Tiren slowly descend the city wall, walk out from the side door, and come before the monks.

A Jinyiwei brought a chair over and placed it in front of Wuxie.

Wen Tiren sat on it, looking down at him with disdain.

"Come, tell me, why are you here with so many troops?"

"Your Majesty is not here, and you all want to force the Queen to abdicate?"

"Who gave you the courage!"

Wuxie struggled to raise his head, and looked at Wen Tiren with his sallow old face.

"I dare to ask you, Lord, whether the imperial court intends to destroy Buddhism!"

Wen Tiren pretended to be confused and widened his eyes: "Destroy Buddhism? Don't talk nonsense, when did the court want to destroy Buddhism?"

"I just have nothing to do and want to clean up the Buddha's side."

"Do you understand?"

Wuxie was stunned: "Qing, Qing, Qing Buddha side?"

Wen Tiren nodded seriously: "That's right!"

"I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed of Lord Hongwu."

"You know, Master Hongwu also took refuge in Buddhism for a period of time, so he hated those fake monks who used the Buddha's name to deceive people!"

"Also, Lord Hongwu also said that the Buddha never asked the people for any money for incense, let alone any money for incense oil."

"Buddha is Buddha, he does not eat the five grains of the world, when he is hungry, drinking northwest wind is enough!"

"So, Master Hongwu said that we must clear the Buddha's side!"

"All those fake monks who do not do their jobs and only know how to make money must not be let off!"

After hearing these words, Abbot Wuxie's body collapsed, and his last breath was stuck in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow.

His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot!

Abbot Wu Shou next to him suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at Wen Tiren with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"This, this, this is not the destruction of Buddhism, then what is it?"

Wen Tiren glanced at him and said, "Oh? How does this have anything to do with destroying Buddhism?"

Abbot Wu Shou covered his violently heaving chest and gasped for breath, "Without incense and offerings, how can Buddha and Buddhism continue!"

"Buddha has mercy on me..."

Wen Tiren stood up suddenly, walked over and hit him hard with his backhand.

"You have said that you are a compassionate Buddha. He should be able to distinguish between great good and small good, right?"

"There is a severe drought in the Shanshan area now, and millions of people are displaced and starving!"

"But in Longfu Temple and Guangji Temple, they found an annual income comparable to that of the national treasury. Is this your mercy?"

"If you, the Buddha, are truly merciful, then you will use your magical powers to rain down sweet dew to nourish the world!"

"If the Buddha cannot do this, then he is just an empty name!"

"What use is there for a Buddha who only has a name for nothing?"

"Will it just waste money and food and defraud the people?"

"Look at how fat you all are. Which one of you doesn't have more meat than the common people?"

"But the people still need to pay taxes and give back to the court. What have you done for the Ming Dynasty?"

His attitude was very tough, his voice became louder and louder, and by the end it was almost like a roar.

Wu Shou had spit sprayed all over his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He could only bite the bullet and find excuses for himself.

"I, we are all monks with ordination discs..."

"How can the imperial court change its orders from one day to the next?"

The Dudie is the identity card of Buddhist practitioners. With this thing, one has the privilege of not paying taxes.

This thing originated in the Tang Dynasty, and its original purpose was to control the number of monks and nuns in temples.

During the Ming Dynasty, these Buddhist and Taoist people were required to take an exam every five years. Only those who passed the exam would be given a new position. Otherwise, their positions would be taken back on the spot.

However, the Ming Dynasty has been in existence for more than 200 years, and no matter how good a system is, it cannot stand the test of time.

The assessment of Du Die has gradually become more relaxed.

After hearing Wu Shou talking about this thing, Wen Tiren turned around and looked at Liu Qianqiu behind him.

"You are a Buddhist official. Since he mentioned the ordination, then according to the rules of Shanshiyuan, let this pavilion test them once!"

Liu Qianqiu leaned forward, came to Wushou's side, and poked him on the butt.

Wu was horrified and turned around and screamed, "What are you doing!"

Liu Qianqiu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I just want to borrow some blood from you. It just saves me from having to ask someone to get some ink and brushes."

After saying that, he poked the uninjured part twice with his finger rudely.

Then he used his blood to write a big word "Bodhi" on the ground.

"Thank you, Abbot, for writing a scripture of no less than 8,000 words on the subject of Bodhi!"

“Oh, and it has to be original!”

When these words were spoken, not only Wushou, but all the monks who were still awake nearby were stunned!

Wu Shou looked at the word "Bodhi" written with his own blood with a pale face and a look of unwillingness.

"No!"

"Previous exam questions were not like this!"

Liu Qianqiu took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his fingertips, then threw it to the ground in disgust and stepped on it hard.

"Previous exam questions?"

"You're thinking you can pass the test with just half a scripture. You're probably overthinking it!"

"For the same tax exemption privilege, scholars have to write eight-part essays. Why can monks like you just recite scriptures and pass it easily?"

Having said that, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Don't you think that you monks are more noble than the officials who work hard for the country?"

[Thanks for your concern. The boil was not removed because it was in an awkward location next to the gunpowder storage. I squeezed it today and almost squeezed the bullet out. It hurt so much! ]

Chapter 320 Come, recite the full text of the Lankavatara Sutra (three more chapters)

It is impossible to be noble!

Even if Wu Shou thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out loud here!

Otherwise, if this news were to get out, it would not just be the imperial court targeting Buddhism, I'm afraid all the scholars in the world would rise up to attack it!

But when facing the bright red word "Bodhisattva" on the ground, Wu Shou had no idea at all.