Chapter 348: Destroying Buddhism
After walking a distance out of the village, the carriage stopped by the roadside.
Sang Ning was so curious about what was in the wooden box that he couldn't wait to open it.
She took a knife and scraped off the thick outer layer of wax bit by bit.
The colors of each layer of wax are different, so it should not have been applied at once.
It seems that the old woman and her family took great pains to preserve this thing.
"Oh no, no, if it is opened, it will oxidize immediately." Sang Ning suddenly thought.
Even modern technology cannot preserve the unearthed cultural relics intact. What should we do?
"There's nothing we can do about it. We don't know what it is. If it's copper or iron, some damage can be repaired." Huo Changan was also curious.
But he knew it wouldn't be anything expensive.
The other party was just an ordinary citizen, and in her previous life, Ning'er liked to exchange small items with those people.
"Open it."
"Alas, there's nothing we can do about it."
Sonning scraped off the final coat of paint and cut through the wax that filled the cracks in the box.
"I'm going to open it!"
"Wait a minute!" Huo Changan took the box, "Let me open it."
He held the box in his hand and moved away.
Some things will produce toxins if stored for a long time, so you should not keep them too close.
"One, two, three!" He held his breath and suddenly opened the box.
Sang Ning opened his eyes wide and looked over.
“Wow, so beautiful!”
In the box, there are two strings of red love knots nestled together.
The heart-shaped knot is very complicated and delicate, and it is difficult to tell what kind of knot it is. Two silver bells as big as fingernails are hung on the tassels below.
Sang Ning couldn't help wanting to pick them up, but the two love knots faded rapidly, from bright red to pink and white, and then to gray. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a ball of powder.
A gust of wind blew and everything was gone.
As if it never existed.
"Thank you, we got it."
Huo Changan hugged Sang Ning, feeling deeply moved.
The knot of love that should have been received eight hundred years ago was received nearly a thousand years late.
But, they finally received it.
This life will surely be fulfilled.
"Wasn't I doing these things in my previous life?" Sang Ning roughly guessed what was going on.
She must not know how to do it, so she asked someone else to do it.
Huo Changan smiled brightly.
"Yes, you once mended my clothes, and when you were done you found that you had blocked the cuffs."
Not that useless, right? After all, they were ancient people.
Sang Ning frowned and looked at Huo Changan who was laughing at him.
The man restrained himself and said seriously, "But it doesn't matter. Now I have practiced it. From now on, I will do the needlework for my husband."
"Well, not bad, a good husband and a good father." Sang Ning nodded with satisfaction.
A man should be able to do everything.
She can work in the living room or in the kitchen, kill bandits and embroider flowery shoes.
Work hard in bed, do small things outside the bed...
"My lady, hold on tight, I'm going to speed up! Go——"
"Howl—hiss—ah—"
The carriage overturned!
"You're such a jerk! You can't even drive a carriage! Look at Lu Shishen, he drives so steadily!"
"Hey, hey, hey... didn't you notice the saddle was loose, lady, are you okay?"
Huo Changan's face was full of regret, and he hurriedly dragged Sang Ning out.
He looks so clumsy, he doesn't have the demeanor of a great general or a great cultivator.
Sang Ning burst out laughing.
There was a voice behind me.
Three or four monks were talking about something, glanced at them indifferently, and hurried past.
"You're still a monk. You saw a carriage overturned, but you didn't even help?" Sang Ning complained.
Another hypocrite!
Huo Changan frowned and looked at the monks.
Were they just talking about Duxin?
Sang Ning was still complaining: “Have you noticed that these monks are all dressed very well.
No, not just these few, it seems like all monks are well dressed.”
Although the most famous Duxin was dressed very simply, the monks in Da'an Temple and other temples in the capital were well dressed.
In this remote town far away from the capital, the monks you meet are all dressed in good clothes.
It was very obvious among a group of people with patched clothes.
Monks as a group do not engage in production, and they probably live on the incense money donated by pilgrims!
It was fine when times were peaceful and prosperous, but now that we can’t even make a living, who would donate money?
Are the people too superstitious that they would pray to gods and Buddhas even if they couldn't make ends meet?
Huo Changan answered this question.
“Of course it’s well-dressed.
Every temple has land allocated by the government, and the temple's land does not need to pay taxes, so don't they have money and food on hand? "
His eyes were cold.
The development of Buddhist temples has become a bit too rampant.
Of course, this is all the result of the monarch's indulgence.
Only then did Sang Ning understand.
There seems to be a period in history when Buddhism was prevalent, and the number of monks reached nearly one million. They controlled a large amount of land and labor, and were like big landowners.
What happened in the end?
Oh, yes, destroy all the pagodas built by the government and private individuals, confiscate the land, send money and property into the army, and register them as civilians.
The effect of destroying Buddhism was also very significant.
Civil service is becoming less common, rent and taxes are increasing year by year, military strength is growing, and the people are living in peace and contentment!
"It's time to destroy Buddhism." Sang Ning's eyes sparkled.
Isn’t military spending coming soon?
Huo Changan was surprised, then understood.
Yes, it’s time to destroy Buddhism.
How can a tool that should have stabilized the people's hearts and educated the people become a parasite that endangers the country's stability and exploits the people?
I really feel sorry for those soldiers who guard the border but cannot get enough food!
"Do you know where those monks are going?"
Huo Changan asked and then sneered: "They are going to the capital.
Not only them, I guess all the monks in Dongyang are rushing to the capital.
Because they received the news of Duxin's death."
"Ah? How would they know? Didn't they destroy Duxin's body?"
"I think I know what's going on. Du Xin should have died a long time ago. He's been using the Seven Star Lamp to prolong his life!
Once he dies and the lights go out, the people over there will naturally know."
Sang Ning frowned: "Who cares? As long as he doesn't know that we killed him, it's fine."
"So what if I know? Anyway, I want to destroy Buddhism. Whether I admit it or not, those people in the capital will probably put the blame on me."
Too.
"Don't be afraid of him!"
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