Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

If Emperor Chongzhen had made this request from the very beginning, no matter whether it was Monk Ruxin or Monk Yongkuan, they probably would not have agreed, unless Emperor Chongzhen dared to play such a drama as burning Shaolin Temple.

But now it’s useless to disagree—don’t talk about burning the Shaolin Temple, according to this master, it might be a bloodbath of the Shaolin Temple, or even Wu Zong’s extermination of the Buddha again.

After thinking about it, Ru Xin still bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know where I heard it? I have some kung fu for strengthening the body in Shaolin Temple, but there are mostly scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and there are no martial arts secret books.

What's more, the practice of martial arts lies in strengthening the muscles and bones, and it doesn't happen overnight. In the army, the martial arts may not be inferior to my Shaolin's kung fu. "

Emperor Chongzhen laughed and said: "It's okay, I heard that there are many martial arts secret books in the Sutra Pavilion and Arhat Hall.

In particular, the Yijin Jing and the Marrow Washing Sutra are all good things, and what about the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, the ghost grasping hand and the powerful diamond finger?

The two great monks arrange to let someone go in and copy a copy today, and they will definitely not tamper with the scriptures inside, so as not to cause that stingy Tathagata to find me in trouble in the future. "

The Tathagata stinginess that Emperor Chongzhen said was aimed at what Tathagata said in Journey to the West: "The scriptures should not be passed on lightly, nor should they be taken lightly. If you get three buckets and three liters of broken rice, and pass on the scriptures like this, it is hard to be honorable! The preacher must not starve to death!"

Which one of Yongkuan and Ruxin didn't know about this story, they were immediately speechless, but they didn't dare to make it clear that you are a mortal body, and the Buddha will still trouble you?

In that case, isn't it just to make it clear that he does not recognize the identity of Emperor Chongzhen as the Son of Heaven?

The two were in a dilemma, but Emperor Chongzhen chuckled again and said, "Why, do the two great monks have any difficulties? If so, you can tell me directly."

Monk Yongkuan said: "The martial arts classics in our temple are willing to be transcribed by His Majesty, but the poor monk wants to ask His Majesty for a favor, and I hope His Majesty will forgive you."

Emperor Chongzhen said with a smile: "Even if the great monk says yes, as long as I can agree, I will agree to everything."

Chapter 389 It Wasn't That Way

There is an old saying that goes well, if a tree does not need bark, it will surely die; if a person is shameless, he is invincible.

Anyway, Emperor Chongzhen felt that his face was whether he wanted it or not—if he wanted it, he would touch it, and if he couldn't, he would throw it aside.

Anyway, when the face is really hanging on a crooked neck tree, no matter how big the face is, it is useless.

Doesn't Monk Yongkuan want grace? I'll give it to you first.

But there is a premise, as long as it is what I can agree to, it is fine if I cannot agree.But whether I can agree or not is up to me.

The final interpretation right belongs to Emperor Chongzhen.

But after Monk Yongkuan put forward his request, Emperor Chongzhen suddenly felt that the people of Ming Dynasty were quite cute.

There are at least two fools.

The grace that Monk Yongkuan asked for is actually very simple, to allow the monks and soldiers of Shaolin Temple to continue to exist, and the country will recruit them if they have something to do, and train them if they have nothing to do.

Even when Daming needed it, these monks and soldiers could enter the guards to help train the soldiers.

It would be best to allow the bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple to spread the Dharma and Buddha with the army of Emperor Chongzhen.

Emperor Chongzhen immediately said, "I agree."

What a big deal, those barbarians in the West often do this, and even those missionaries themselves shoulder the heavy responsibility of spies.

Any of my Daming's bald donkeys won't work?

After thinking about it, Emperor Chongzhen simply added a bit of anger: "Since Monk Yongkuan has a heart for the country, I don't want to take away your kindness.

How about this, Shaolin Temple can send more bald... Er, monks, send some monks to overseas countries to promote Buddhism, presumably the stingy Tathagata would be happy to see it.

As for promoting the Dharma, at the same time, the people, customs, geography, mountains and rivers of various places were recorded and sent back to Daming, so that the follow-up Buddhist monks could go there. "

After the bald character of Emperor Chongzhen, there should be a donkey character.

Anyway, both monk Ruxin and monk Yongkuan think so.

But Emperor Chongzhen didn't say the word donkey, and the two could only slander in their hearts.

Anyway, even if it was said, the two monks didn't dare to say anything more.

At this time, we can see the difference between the northern and southern Shaolin.

Monk Yongkuan of Southern Shaolin answered very simply—I am a bald ass, yes, but he is also a bald ass of Ming Dynasty.

As for the emperor's calamity is over, wouldn't it be more convenient to go to promote Buddhism by yourself-look, you didn't believe in Buddhism in your previous life, and you will suffer retribution in this life, and you will be played by the emperor.

But monk Ruxin from Northern Shaolin got tangled up.

The emperor's request made it clear that the monks of the Shaolin Temple would act as spies to inquire about the news. As for what was said to be convenient for the later monks to promote Buddhism, this kind of rhetoric was nothing more than bluffing three-year-old children.

The Buddha said, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.If Buddhism really acted as a spy at the request of Emperor Chongzhen, wouldn't it be indirectly raising the butcher's knife?

Becoming a Buddha?No less than eighteen levels of hell is considered good.

But to refuse Emperor Chongzhen's request, Monk Ruxin really didn't have the courage, after all, Emperor Chongzhen's illustrious reputation was there.

For a moment, Monk Ruxin seemed a little hesitant.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at Monk Ruxin's extremely entangled appearance, and said with a smile: "Why, is Monk Ruxin in trouble?"

Without waiting for Monk Ruxin to answer, Emperor Chongzhen continued: "If the great monk is worried about helping the evildoers, there is no need to do so.

Although I don't have any friendship with that stingy Tathagata, but I am the Son of Heaven, and Tathagata, as one of the five elders, wants to give me face, huh? "

Monk Ruxin had a sudden shock in his heart at that time, Emperor Chongzhen had already said this, if he still dared to say no, the consequences could be imagined with his toes...

Monk Ruxin put his heart on hold, anyway, what is selling is not selling, what's the big deal about selling cuteness, cruelty, laughing and Buddha, anyway, I will be under His Majesty's protection in the future, even if I go to hell, I will be accompanied by that dead bald donkey of Yongkuan, right?

Monk Ruxin immediately bowed and said: "Amitabha, Your Majesty has a heart to spread the Dharma, and the poor monk will be deeply impressed."

Emperor Chongzhen smiled, and said: "In this case, let someone copy the scriptures on martial arts first."

Emperor Chongzhen felt that his temper was a bit like the watchdog of later generations, anyway, he had to get something to go home when he went out.

Don't care if it's a human head or something else, just like this time, didn't you come back with some martial arts cheats?

It's just that Emperor Chongzhen's cheerfulness hadn't lasted for a few days, and someone started to make trouble for him, or it was uncomfortable.

The right servant of the household department, the idiot Nan Juyi of the Governor Cangchang, who didn't know who was fooling him, actually mentioned the case, and then Nanzhili inspected the king's way and directly explained the officials of the four prefectures of Su, Song, Chang, and Zhen. As well as the 830 eight taels of silver donated by the Jindian household in the township to pay the salary, that idiot Nan Juyi also paid the salary.

If it is replaced by the original authentic idiot Chongzhen in history, it is estimated that he will be happy for a long time because of the 830 eight taels of silver - his own palace is almost unable to uncover the pot, and the spontaneous support of the people, doesn't it show the hearts of the people? support or oppose?

But the current Emperor Chongzhen is a time traveler, and a time traveler who threw away both his face and integrity.

In the eyes of the Chongzhen Emperor who traveled over here, nine thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight taels?Are you fucking making me happy?

Ten thousand taels of silver, maybe not even enough money to redeem a kiln sister.

Wuling is young and quarrels with each other, and there are countless red silks.The silver grate on the tin's head is broken, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine.