For a moment, the old abbot fell into deep thought... Is it a sanction or no sanction?

I have been worried about the temple for decades, so I am not a fake monk, right?

Seeing the old monk fall into deep thought, Wang Xuan blinked and was a little confused for a moment. He never thought that this old bald thief might be a fake monk...

"Show me, I can't remember, do I have a certificate?" The old abbot looked up at Wang Xuan with a dazed look.

Wang Xuan was stunned and handed over the list intently. The old monk dared to answer and read it. He did not... read it again... It was still nothing. It's over. Damn, I'm actually a fake monk...

Wang Xuan also looked over and looked at it. Seeing the old monk looking over and over again, he couldn't help but look at the old monk with some pity. He stayed in the temple for a lifetime, and made up his life. As a result, he was still a fake one. It was really sad. Even if he didn't like the old monk, Wang Xuan also felt some sympathy and comforted him: "Old bald thief, you are a fake monk. You are suspected of becoming a monk illegally and pretending to be a monk. Come with me. You have the right to remain silent, but what you said will become a confession in the temple!"

The old monk's face changed drastically. Let's not talk about anything else. Just because the news that Nan Shaomu Abbot is a fake monk was promoted, I don't know how big a storm it will cause. Is there any more to Shaomu Temple's reputation for a thousand-year-old one?

No, absolutely not!

"I must have a certificate of justice. My reputation for Shaomu Temple for a thousand years must not be damaged!" The old abbot stared at Wang Xuan, his eyes full of determination, and an unshakable will emanated from his eyes.

"Bang!"

Wang Xuan slapped the old monk's bald head, "What's the fuck? Who are you with?"

This bang not only hit the old abbot's head, but also hit the more than 300 monks around. For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Obviously, they all heard the conversation over there. Without a certificate, they were all fake monks, and even the abbot, they were all fake!

"Oh." As soon as the abbot covered his forehead, his mouth was so angry that he only twitched. He wanted to resist but was unconfirmed. He didn't care about the pain and embarrassment. He looked at Wang Xuan and said, "Mr. Wang, tell me, how can I apply for a certificate of custody to the staff in my temple?"

"Oh, that's right. What's the point? I hate people stumble around the bush." ​​Wang Xuan nodded and smiled: "The state has national laws, and the family has family rules, but... the law is nothing more than human favors. But after so many years, it's a pity that the monk was arrested for not having a certificate of licence to work and reform. Let's do this, I'll just give you a chance."

After hearing Wang Xuan's words, the old monk also smiled, "Amitabha, thank you Mr. Wang."

"But I don't know what conditions are needed."

"Yes, this kind of favor is also affection. I want to open it for you, it's just this money!"

"When did I lack money in Shaomu Temple? How much do you want? You say..." When the words came to my mouth, the old abbot suddenly was stunned. He saw a group of people moving boxes out of the secret warehouse. He immediately recognized it. It was his Shaomu Temple box containing gold and silver, and he suddenly... he cried.

The most tragic thing in the world is that when people live, money is gone!!

"Look, you have no money, and you can't even pay a fine enough, do you understand!"

Wang Xuan's laughter sounded like the howling of a devil from hell in the old monk's ears, so harsh.

"In this way, I won't force you. I like to win people with virtue the most. The abbot is 5,000 taels and an ordinary monk 2,000 taels per person. How many people do you want to do, choose by yourself."

"But, I, we have no money!" The abbot cried and looked sad.

"Fuck you, you don't have money, who can fool you? You still have more than 40,000 acres of land, so many shops and houses, and there are four fucking oil pressing workshops. You told me that you don't have money. Do you believe it or not, I will send troops to copy your industries now!"

The old abbot took a step back in fear. He almost hated Wang Xuan to death. He always wanted to dispatch a large army. We can't say anything else. Isn't you tired of using the army to make a statement?

If this were in other provinces, the old abbot would never be afraid. He knew what the guards in other provinces looked like. Two years ago, the guards in Fujian were also decayed. No one dared to say what the army was like. With their Buddhist influence among the people, a little trick could start a rebellion. Who dares to provoke them?

But it was Fujian, with a 50,000 army, all of which were absolutely elite troops. The entire local area was operated as a solid piece of iron, and now there was no way to find a bandit village. As for inciting rebellion, I could only laugh. The devil was hoping that someone would come out to rebel... It just happened to confiscate the family and destroy the clan and clean up the stubborn forces in the local area, which was equivalent to following his wish.

The old abbot really had no tricks. He couldn't beat him. He didn't dare to do small moves. He was simply fish on the chopping board. How to kill them depends on the mood of the devil.

"Okay, okay, I think, I think." All kinds of thoughts turned around in my mind. Finally, the old abbot sighed and could only give in. He had to use the connections he had returned to the secular world before.

Every few years, there must be a group of people in Shaomu Temple who return to secular life and are rooted in various parts of Fujian. This is also a way for them to go deep into the place and expand their influence and control. Of course, there are also many people who simply have several generations of ancestors and grandchildren who are all monks in the temple. Anyway, they can return to secular life and return home when they reach a certain age.

It is also their way to maintain a relationship with Buddhism. This is equivalent to a network. Nan Shaomu in Putian is the main hub, and families in various places who return to secular life are branch points, which are related to each other and form a hidden force shrouded in Fujian.

"Yes, think about it carefully." Wang Xuan reached out to put his arm around the old monk's neck and whispered in his ear: "You said, why do you monks need so much money? It is enough to have a compassionate heart to save all living beings. Do you have to have more money to appear sincere and devout believers?"

The old monk was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head, "Wouldn't he become a lamb to be slaughtered? The Buddha also has the eight heavenly dragon guardians, and the Arhat's thunder wrath."

Wang Xuan sighed. This is also the difference between domestic Buddhism and foreign sects. For example, in Baoguang Temple in Mount Emei, Sichuan, the first incense stick is 990,000. Of course, the first incense stick is basically very expensive in major temples. The specific prices are circulating in small circles. Wang Xuan is not very clear. Anyway, the reports are all very expensive.

Nowadays, people go to temples to bribe, spend money to burn incense and pray for Buddha, visas, blessings, peace, wealth, promotions, and good luck.

But the Buddhism that Wang Xuan wants is not like this. He hopes that people will go to the temple to repent their souls, listen to advice and teachings, and tell the ugly and dirty things to the Buddha, relieve psychological pressure, release psychological resentment, and purify the mind.

"I will tell you clearly that the Buddhist sect now is not the Buddhist sect I want. If I cannot meet my requirements, I will destroy you and rebuild it."

"What!" The old abbot looked at Wang Xuan in horror. He didn't expect that Wang Xuan would have the intention to destroy their Buddhist sect.

But there is still a glimmer of vitality, "What kind of Buddhism do you want?"

Wang Xuan was not polite, and said his own meaning. The abbot lowered his head and said nothing. Is there such a person in Buddhism?

The answer is yes, there is.

There have been such people who worship Buddha wholeheartedly and do not be contaminated by the world and regard money as dirt. However, these are the few after all. Can Buddhism have the power of today with those real monks?

The answer is no, it is impossible.

The reason why Buddhism is so prosperous is that it relies on the network of relationships throughout the world. The source of influence is the entanglement of interests. The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit.

If you don’t talk about others, the old abbot himself can’t do it. Such a Buddhist can save all sentient beings, but what are the benefits for them?

He himself does not have that kind of sacrifice. He is not a great monk, and even a great monk cannot be the host and abbot of a temple.

Since Wang Xuan had a brief talk with him today, he should also think about what to do in the future.

Now, he has no intention of caring about the money and certificates that have been plundered, which is already a trivial matter, and the most urgent task is to think of a response strategy.

It was not until more than two hours later that the tax collector who counted the treasury found Wang Xuan to report that the treasury had a total of more than 15 million taels of gold and silver, countless copper coins, jewelry, jade, paintings, etc. were not included.

Wang Xuan was stunned when he saw the account book. He really didn't expect that a mere Shaomu Temple would have more money than the seven major families. Fuck, these thieves are bald, no wonder Sanwu wants to destroy Buddhism in one week. If you have so much money but don't spend it, you can't destroy them!

Looking at the old abbot waiting beside him, Wang Xuan said with a cold face: "It's true that you are not thief or bald, you are not thief. You have saved so much money and have caused a shortage of money everywhere. If you don't get rid of it, you will be sorry to the people of the world!"

Is it wrong to have money? The old abbot cursed in his heart. These are the family assets accumulated by the abbot of all generations. They were plundered by you, the devil, and turned around and bit my temple. We saved money by ourselves, so what do you have to do with you!

He doesn't understand money shortage and doesn't care about it. It's all the affairs of the country, and what does it have to do with their Buddhism? For thousands of years, there have been many changes in dynasties. Their Buddhism is still Buddhism and has always stood firm. In their hearts, they have never taken the country seriously.

"Take all these fake monks without covenant certificates away. If there are any rebels, kill them without covenant!" With Wang Xuan's order, three thousand soldiers completely surrounded him, unsheathed the steel knife, and turned the crossbow into the strings, all of them surrounded the monks without covenant certificates in the middle.

Faced with this situation, no one dared to resist. Wang Xuan's reputation had spread throughout the temple. This was a murderous demon king. He had slaughtered thousands of people and would not care about these hundreds of them at all.

Furthermore, these people are basically young, and once they are labeled as attacking officers and soldiers, the family will also be implicated, so they dare to resist!

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"The Age of Beauty"

A professional article describing life in the Academy of Fine Arts

Everyone who hears the Academy of Fine Arts will smile knowingly and show the expression you understand.

That’s right, the Academy of Fine Arts does have courses on painting, but not every major can draw.

It’s like Wan Changsheng, he was taking the Chinese painting department…
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