"I have read the map, so I don't need it anymore!" Zhang Qian thought about it and refused again, "It's just to create details specifically, and it will never leave the essence."

"I can add more, add more!" Luo Huaizu was anxious when he heard this and pulled Zhang Qian's sleeve, "If you can't take action for you once, just ten times. Or you say yourself, we Qi Mo need to exchange for something, including this Ruzi Order!"

"I'll think about it!" The more anxious the other party was, the more Zhang Qian understood the value of the black gunpowder in his hand, and smiled again and shook his head gently.

After saying that, he ignored Luo Huaizu's request and how he was cheating. He stood up and limped out of the door.

"Then what do you want? As long as you say it, I will find a way to do it!" Luo Huaizu's voice continued to come from behind, with a little anger, "We are all fellow disciples at least? When I helped you, I never pushed you and stopped you! Why don't you know what you are? The court obviously didn't take you seriously, but you always worry about the court. I treat you as a treasure, but you ignore me!"

Zhang Qian smiled and exhaled gently at the blue sky.

The Tang Dynasty court did disappoint him very much now, and the Buddhist sect was so powerful that it was breathless. However, he was not so disappointed that he handed over the black gunpowder to Luo Huaizu and allowed this person to kill all directions.

He didn't have to use his hot face to touch the cold butt of the court, but that the court belonged to the Tang Dynasty after all.

And this Tang Dynasty belongs to him, Wang Han, Wang Zhihuan, Zhang Xu, He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu. It belongs to everyone in front of you and in the future, including all the shame and glory of this Tang Dynasty!

As far as he knows, in the history of another time and space, from now on, until more than 130 years before the destruction of Buddhism by Wuzong, even though Buddhism was once so rampant that "the wealth in the world is seven out of ten", it has never been able to drag the entire country into the "long night of religion" like Christianity in the West.

Even without Zhang Qian's appearance, in another time and space history, there are still countless Chinese sages who have stood in front of Buddhism one after another, protecting the spark of civilization. The far away is like the great literary master Han Yu, and the nearest one is the famous prime minister of Kaiyuan Yao Chong!

"Young man, be careful of catching a cold!" Zijuan chased after him with a sable fur and gently draped it on his shoulder.

"Senior Brother, be careful to fall!" Guo Nu and Ren Cong also chased after him, and each of them held one of his arms. "Don't worry, after all, it's just a soldier who comes to block the water and the soil!"

"We can win a big victory this time, and the same will be true next time!"

"Second junior brother, I'll ask someone to write a memorial for me. I'll continue to give advice!" Zhang Qian smiled, and the young face suddenly shone with sunshine.

Indeed, this time, I won without any preparation. Next time Buddhism makes a comeback, I will take the move by myself. I can’t scare myself to death just because I discover the strength of my opponent.

"Well, senior brother, I will write for you. Although I didn't pass the Ming Sutra, my article was actually quite smooth!" Ren Cong was stunned and then volunteered.

This is not the one Zhang Qian knew before. He didn't even want to face it. He was determined to escape into the mountains and became a swordsman. Zhang Qian was secretly surprised, and then looked at him encouragingly, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, please help me write it. There is only one topic. The temple collects money but never pays taxes. The Buddha land is tens of thousands of acres, and never pays taxes. This is unfair to the people. It is recommended that the court collect taxes from the temples in the world based on the same share of business and opening a store. The Buddha land is included in the rental and adjustment system, and the taxes are collected like the people's mouths and distribution of land!"

"Get orders!" Seeing the elder brother suppressing the Buddhist altar with three bronze bells, Ren Cong's confidence in himself and the future increased exponentially. He let go of Zhang Qian's shoulders, took a step back, and bowed to take the order.

"You go and gather the staff and start the workshop again. It's near the river bank! After the workshop is built, it is surrounded by the courtyard wall. The old workshop is burned by the monk. This time, let's make a bigger one." After looking at Guo Nu who was eager to try, Zhang Qian thought for a while and gave orders to the other party with a smile. "After the workshop is built, he will recruit people locally and go to the workshop to work. He is in charge of two meals a day. The guy pays five cents a day, and the foreman is seven cents a day, and the manager is doubled!"

What monks can bewitch people is just happiness in the next life. What he can give to everyone is wealth in the present life. He doesn't believe that with the extra 1,300 years of knowledge accumulation, he will lose to the successors of a group of scammers!

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"Come here, I will send my oral orders and ask Huifan to stay at the post station first and come again another day. Today I am busy watching the good news from the soldiers of Shuofang Army, and I have no time to see him!" Li Xian, who returned in Zichen Hall, changed his previous decadence and shouted at the Qianniu Preparers on duty at the door.

The first secret report from the Baiqisi was delivered to him before the Baiqisi team rushed to the scene. At the darkest time of the solar eclipse, he also saw the flames and thick smoke rising from the sky in the Weinan direction outside the city.

"...The altar was hit by a meteor falling from the sky, causing a ignition of ignition. The corpses of more than 30 monks including Zen Master Huiming and Abbot Dingtai were not preserved. The rest of the monks died and fled, and they fled and scattered birds and beasts!" The secret report read, and there was a sense of pleasure between the lines.

What was even more refreshing was the mood of Emperor Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian at this moment.

Zen Master Huiming established the altar to eliminate demons and defend the way, but the solar eclipse appeared. After the meteor smashed the altar, the solar eclipse immediately heard from him! What does this mean?

At the fire at the Shinto Temple in the city, and at the altar, there were fierce tinder oil. How to explain this?

He did owe the favor to the White Horse Sect, but the Tang Dynasty belonged to him, Emperor Yingtian, and not to the monks.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is the son of heaven and the authority of the emperor. Anyone who violates it will have to pay enough price!

He had long felt that the Buddhist sect was too big, but he could never find a suitable opportunity to suppress it. This time, he watched the Buddhist sect assassination of officials. As the emperor, he wanted to support his officials, but he was held back by various forces. He was almost forced to issue an edict to blame himself because of the sudden appearance of the second solar eclipse in a year.

He has endured enough and has enough!

Now, everything has reversed. If he still can't seize the opportunity, he will not be the biological birth of the Great Sage Empress Zetian!

He glanced at the third-rank and above civil and military officials present with confidence. Emperor Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian rarely decisively, cleared his throat, and once again shouted: "With Li Qing, the third-rank under the Secretariat, what you just said is very consistent with my wishes. Compassion comes from the heart, not a clay sculpture of incense. Doing useful things for the people and making them happy is the right way to worship Buddha! Are you willing to draw up specific strategies for the abolishment of monks in the temple for me, and then hand them over to the court for discussion and implementation?!"

"I will live up to the entrustedness of the emperor!" Li Jiao, the third rank of the disciple of the Tongshu of the Tang Dynasty, bowed to accept the order, and his hair was flying in an instant.
Chapter completed!