Chu Qing returned to Beijing. He took a shower and slept. He was too tired.
The Supreme Being was not dead. In fact, the people did not beat him or even touch him at all.
Just like avoiding the plague, hide far away.
No one talks about Buddhism anymore, it makes me scared just thinking about it.
I don't dare to think that when I think of my closest relatives and loved ones, one day I will suddenly feel as if I'm looking at a skeleton and my scalp will go numb.
I don't even dare to understand it. It's too obscure, too profound, and too mysterious. If you want to understand it, you will inevitably become obsessed. Once you become obsessed, you will gradually change.
On the second day, Chu Qing went to court and wanted to return to his official position and fiefdom. At the same time, he stated that the withdrawal of troops from Yingdao was false, and asked the court to immediately appoint the chief general and deputy general of the four armies.
Everything was said except for the matter of Shangshan and Dapu Temple.
None of the courtiers jumped out to stop him, and no one expected Chu Qing to be really unworthy of his official position. Now that all the truth is revealed, many people feel that Chu Qing is quite aggrieved.
"Threaten the public opinion." In the main hall, Chu Qing talked eloquently: "If you are afraid, then let the people know what is good and what is bad. We can guide, but not mislead, and we can indoctrinate, but not brainwash.
, when we do that, we won’t be afraid of others swaying public opinion.”
The prince nodded repeatedly, as if he had learned something again.
"The people think that the best thing to do is good deeds, kneel down and pray for the people in the way of an ascetic monk, but they don't know that his ultimate goal is to use me, to use me to cancel the decree of issuing ultimatums, and to use me to turn Buddhism into the state religion of Dachang
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After a pause, Chu Qing smiled bitterly.
It was not that he didn't know that he was being remembered, but he never imagined that it was actually a group of monks who were thinking about him. The monks had planned this for so long, and he never thought that the monks would do anything to achieve their goals. It would not be an exaggeration to call it sinister.
Apart from being unexpected, there is also something unimaginable.
What is unimaginable is that even now, the Supreme Monk still looks like he is deceiving himself and others, and the fault lies in one person, for the sake of a more ambitious goal.
Zhai Xiu left the class and said angrily: "Burn, burn all those crooked scriptures."
Nangong Xi and several other veterans nodded in agreement.
It should be burned. It's too evil and unheard of. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes and heard it with your own ears, you wouldn't have thought that there was such a horrifying thing.
The thought of seeing a corpse rotting day by day, and the thought of seeing a living corpse screaming with its intestines torn apart, would send shivers down everyone's spine.
Even a veteran like Qin Gang would inevitably feel his scalp numb. In the small room, the stench hit his nostrils. Everywhere he looked, there were flies eating corpses. The most beautiful woman turned into the most terrifying carrion and the most delicious delicacy.
It exudes the most disgusting stench, and is covered with filth that is even worse than a excrement bucket...
"No."
What was unexpected was that Chu Qing actually said the word "no".
"There must be merit in the spread of religions, and they should be respected. There are many Buddhist dharma and enlightened monks. Different people have different practices. The court should not suppress it, nor should it be allowed to flow. It should only supervise it, at least
We must let the people know that religion cannot override family and country."
This time, the ministers did not nod, but shook their heads. They obviously did not agree with Chu Qing's point of view, so they just dismissed it. If this thing has no use, it is not worth eating or drinking.
"I know what you all mean." Chu Qing's face was full of teasing: "When life gets better in the future, don't you have to pursue your spiritual goals, hahahaha."
After laughing a few times, Chu Qing returned to the palace pillars, where a group of courtiers looked at each other.
Several ministers who believed in Buddhism at home were blushing.
They felt that Chu Qing's words seemed to mean that he was only tinkering with this stuff when he was full and had nothing to do.
Chu Qing really didn't mean this. He just knew that many Buddhists were doing bad things every day, especially corrupt officials. If he went to arrest people at home, there would be a room full of Buddha statues. Who would be affected?
I don’t even have time to go and take a look in person, but when it comes to certain major festivals, I walk several kilometers up the mountain just to burn a stick of incense and let the Buddha bless me.
There is nothing you can do about it. Like Taoists, who are relatively gangsters, if you don't do good things, go to hell, don't say you want to worship us. If we find out, we will kill you immediately.
Buddhism is different. Buddhism is too tolerant. If you put down the butcher knife first, I guarantee that you will become a Buddha immediately.
After the court was over, Chu Qing became the commander-in-chief of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion again. He strolled out of the palace with his hands behind his back.
The capital has changed again. No, it is not so much a change as it is a return to the beginning.
Because Chu Qing failed alone, countless people were affected.
Because Chu Qing was back at work, it seemed like nothing had happened.
The imperial court came forward and built a new greenhouse, but it was no longer called a greenhouse. It was a government office with the same nature as the greenhouse. It was called the Ministry of Commerce Government Office.
The members of the aristocratic family who were flying around a few days ago suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs started a census and resettled residents for naturalization.
Those closed shops and workshops have reopened.
The delivery of silver mines shipped from the East China Sea was delayed. Although it was late, it arrived, and it seemed like justice.
The capital is still the same capital. It will not become shaky because of a dispute between a monk and a prince. It will only become more prosperous and prosperous because of a commander-in-chief of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion.
The Supreme Being was not dead, and he was still an eminent monk after all. Chu Qing asked Cuiyu to build an iron house overnight, with no entrance and exit, and only a hole in the roof, on a barren mountain outside Beijing.
Shangshan was thrown in, and the hole was sealed.
The Mohist disciples were really good at craftsmanship and thoughtful. After sealing the iron house, they left two air holes that could only be penetrated by fists.
Every five days, Qianqiying Tanma will throw drinking water and food in, and communication is prohibited. There is also a sewage outlet.
Chu Qing personally inspected the work, personally threw Shang Shan in, personally looked at the top, personally threw in a palm-sized wooden Buddha statue, and personally left a message.
"Everything in the world is just floating clouds, meaningless to you. In this case, there is no difference between the secular world and this prison cell. I will help you. You will spend the rest of your life meditating and enlightening the Buddha in this world.
Well, you are the only one left in your world, and your Buddha."
After leaving these words, Chu Qing inserted an iron sign into the soil next to him.
In just one sentence, those who approach without permission will be killed and paid to the commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion!
When the dust finally settled, Chu Qing returned to the capital and continued to be his living beast. Many things that followed would require him to act domineeringly as this living beast.
Ten days later, howlings and harsh sounds of fingernails scraping against the walls were heard in the iron house in the wild, one after another, like the howls of ghosts and gods.