When the old monk saw Han Yue's murderous aura, he felt a sense of ingenuity. He carefully blocked the monks behind him with his body, and then asked respectfully: "What is the prince's intention to kill himself soar to the sky? My Emei Buddhist temple is remote in Bashu, and I should not have caused the prince to be angry."

Han Yue was full of energy, and he stared at the old monk coldly with his hands behind his back.

After such a long time, Han Yue took a deep breath and said coldly again: "You are a Buddhist monk named Zhi. I don't want to commit a crime in the face of Master Zhicao. I will give you two choices now. Either you will not keep the whole temple or do a small thing for me! If you choose the wrong one and it doesn't suit me, I will immediately lead the army to sweep Mount Emei..."

The old monk Zhiyun's face trembled, and he felt that the murderous aura in front of him was as solid as the essence. The old monk was also one of the leaders of the Buddhist sect. No one of the hosts of the giant Buddhist temple was a fool. He could vaguely guess what Han Yue wanted to do, so he became more and more panicked.

He took two steps back carefully, then he said in a stern voice: "Your Highness, please forgive me. The Buddhist temples have been closed. The temples are 7,500 people sitting quietly and chanting scriptures, and do not want to escape into this turbid and turbid world. Please do not force us. The old monk should chant the scriptures and pray for you."

Han Yue laughed wildly, but his face turned cold. He stared at the old monk Zhiyun fiercely and said, "Old monk, say it again."

I just called Master Zhiyun, but in a blink of an eye I changed to an old monk. The change in this was self-evident, and the many monks on the other side were obviously frightened.

The old monk Zhiyun opened his mouth a few times, but unfortunately he didn't dare to say it again for a long time.

Han Yue took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back and kept approaching everyone present. He looked at the big temple on the top of the mountain with a cold look, and finally stared at the two vermilion gates, and said, "Closing the mountains and chanting scriptures in troubled times, and opening the door to ferry people in prosperous times. They all say that Buddhism has one hand scriptures and the other is abacus. Today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation. I just gave you two choices. Before I finished speaking, you said that the mountains have been closed. Old monk, do you want to die?"

The old monk Zhiyun suddenly knelt down with his hands and lowered his head and whispered: "If your highness wants to kill someone, the old monk will kill him. I just want you to be kind and let go of more than 7,000 monks in the Buddhist temples. They should not have had this disaster that would fly to kill him..."

Han Yue laughed angrily, suddenly turned around and pointed at the foot of the mountain, roared and asked, "Then I ask you, should the people of Bashu have been killed?"

The old monk Zhiyun sighed and knelt there with a sad expression.

Han Yue took two steps again, attached himself to his body and almost faced the old monk. He said coldly: "There are 7,500 monks in the Buddhist temples, and there are 30,000 monks in the captive areas. So many people rely on the support of the people of Bashu. How cold is your heart so hard that you can watch your parents slaughtered?"

The old monk Zhiyun was speechless.

At this time, all the monks in the Buddhist temple gradually knew that someone had entered the mountain. Monks kept coming in a hurry within the side gate of the Buddhist temple. In a blink of an eye, thousands or hundreds of people gathered together. Many of them were brave and strong. One monk couldn't help but defend himself angrily: "After a bad cause, there will be evil consequences. The people in Jiannan were massacred by Tubo. It is precisely because they do not cultivate good results in normal times. Prince, you are unreasonable and you actually broke into the mountain to force us to do it for you..."

Before a man who was doing things had finished speaking, the monk suddenly screamed and opened his mouth and bleeded. Everyone saw Han Yue rushing forward like a ghost and retreating. The monk who was talking had collapsed.

Han Yue slapped the man to death with a palm, his face calm and unpredictable.

The old monk Zhiyun, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over and begged: "Your Highness is very merciful, don't kill anyone again."

Han Yue smiled coldly, slowly stretched out his two fingers, repeated the previous topic again, and said lightly: "Which choice, which one do you choose?"

The old monk Zhiyun sighed dejectedly and said with a sad expression: "Now that Jiannan Road has gathered a million Tubo army. Even if all our Buddhist temples go down the mountain, it will be a drop in the bucket. Why do you have to compare with your highness? Are you satisfied if you have to die all the monks?"

It turned out that he knew everything, and Han Yue didn't have to say anything about it.

Han Yue slowly retracted his two fingers, and then stood in front of the old monk with his hands behind his back. He suddenly looked back and looked down at the foot of Mount Emei, with deep eyes: "I came this time and passed by several villages. The people's corpses were not cold, as if they were crying and questioning the sky. There were countless Taoist corpses hanging in the village, which were obviously slaughtered by Tubo when they were going down the mountain to save their suffering. So I will ask you, when the country is in trouble, Taoists can go through fire and water. Why are you closed the mountain and closed? "

The old monk Zhiyun's face turned red and his eyes did not dare to contact Han Yue. He lowered his head and folded his hands together, and explained with a stern voice: "The Buddha said that the retribution in the next life is not the same as Taoists. Taoists think of the present life, so they went down the mountain to die. However, my Buddhist practice is in the next life, so they cannot contact the turbid and turbid world. I ask your highness to be generous and put a horse on the temple monks..."

"Don't you fart!" Han Yue roared violently and shouted loudly: "Today I will change the rules for you. Either open the door and go down the mountain to do things, or the mountain gate collapses and disappears, and there is no other choice."

The old monk Zhiyun gritted his teeth, took off the rosary on his chest and placed it on the ground, stood up and said, "The old monk returned to the secular world and followed the prince down the mountain."

"What I want is the monks in the temple, not you, Master Zhiyun." Han Yue shouted again, but his name changed back. There are also great monks in Buddhism, and this monk Zhiyun is obviously exactly like this.

He took off the rosary and said that he would return to secular life. This was an act of not fearing death and was determined to be virtuous. However, Han Yue was not satisfied and had to go down the mountain in the temple.

Dozens of old monks behind suddenly joined forces and accused angrily: "The prince is so unreasonable. You must know that our Buddhist temples are not something that can be deceived. Can you attack and kill one person, dare to fight with 7,500 people? Even if the 7,500 monks cannot kill you, there are still 30,000 martial monks in the Buddhist temples that are tired of you..."

This is obviously a matter of breaking apart. It is obvious that he is not afraid of Han Yue because dozens of people join forces.

Behind, more monks were bullied, and thousands of people surrounded the temple in a dense way. All the monks glared at each other, and there were signs of sudden injuries.

Han Yue was not afraid, but instead raised his head to the sky and laughed wildly. He suddenly reached into his arms and took out something, held it in his palm and smiled coldly, saying, "This thing is called the God of God Thunder, one can blow up the entire mountain top. At the beginning, I was trapped in a heavy siege in Liaodong, and the King of Goguryeo led tens of thousands of troops to intercept me, but I had a god Leto in my hand, and even the Grand Master of Goguryeo had to retreat and beg for mercy..."

He suddenly took two steps forward and said, "Do you want to taste it? I can fall down. This thunder exploded, just like the ashes of the Buddhist temples. It cannot save the world and save people. It will only suck the blood of the people if it is left."

The monks present suddenly changed their expressions. The old monk Zhiyun knelt on the ground with a thunder and shouted loudly: "Please extinguish the thunder and anger. Our Buddhist temples will never dare to sharpen the sharp edges. Everyone said something wrong just now. The kings of the world cannot threaten and intimidate them. Your Highness, Your Highness, the old monk can lead the crowd down the mountain, just ask you not to threaten the monks to face the battle."

"I didn't let you go to the front line. There is my army of the Western Palace on the front line!" Han Yue snorted coldly and slowly put the grenade back in his arms.

His eyes slowly swept through the entire venue, and all the monks bowed their heads wherever they passed. Han Yue hummed coldly again and suddenly turned to the old monk Zhiyun: "Jiannan Road borders Tubo, and you monks are also compatible with the lamas. I know that you often go to the plateau to talk to the lamas, so there is a small matter to be assigned to you. If this is done, I can reward the monks of the Buddhist temples with thousands of acres of monks. There will be no taxes within twenty years, and I will send you another 7,500 certificates."

This is like giving a sweet date with a stick. First, it is a coercion and then a temptation. It means that people cannot rely solely on power, but sometimes they have to give certain benefits.

The sacrificial certificate is an identity document that a monk must have. Without this, it is equivalent to a sacrificial monk. Half a year ago, Han Yue decided to reduce Buddhism and reduce aristocratic families. Since then, no new sacrificial certificate has been issued in any Buddhist temple in the world. Now he suddenly opened his mouth to accept 7,500 sacrificial certificates, and the monks present suddenly looked much better.

Only the old monk Zhiyun smiled bitterly and murmured: "There are 7,500 monks in the Buddhist temples. Your Highness promised to have 7,500 certificates of tribute. You are planning to make us all die, otherwise the number of certificates would not be so consistent..."

Han Yue smiled indifferently and said with a deep meaning: "But I have a glimmer of life. I don't have the same certificate of sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacr

The old monk Zhiyun smiled bitterly and said sadly: "Your Highness is worthy of being the God of Wealth in the World. The Buddha you made in this business also bowed his head."

The law of managing religion in the Tang Dynasty was relatively strict. After the monks died, the certificates were recycled. Even if they were not recycled, they would lose their effectiveness and the temple could not use them to recruit new monks. This is a means of cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which would slowly weaken the entire world of Buddhism.

However, Han Yue promised to give a new certificate of dignity, which actually gave the hope of inheritance of the Buddhist temples. This was a dignified plot and temptation, and he was not afraid that the Buddhist temples would not swallow this sweet date.

The old monk Zhiyun suddenly picked up the rosary and hung it on his chest, folded his hands together and bent down respectfully, and said solemnly: "Your Highness, please tell me, what should we do? You use 7,500 certificates of tribute as bait. I believe the mission issued will be forever dead. Although we will not let us go to the front line, we are probably not much different from going to the front line."

Han Yue smiled slightly and nodded, "If you want to gain, you have to pay. Master Zhiyun has a profound Buddhist teachings, and this secular truth is obviously hard for you."

Zhiyun smiled bitterly, and a Buddhist chant sounded loudly. He clasped his hands together and bowed again, sighing: "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

Han Yue looked at him slowly, and suddenly a sharp light flashed, and shouted coldly: "The task assigned by the king is very simple. I want you to use the excuse of giving lectures and visiting Buddha. The whole temple will go to Tubo together. You must not let any temple go here. You can talk to the lama during the day and kill it with a knife at night..."

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