I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times

Although the emperor is the son of heaven, but because of the embarrassing situation, the small treasury is also very tight. Now soap has made him a huge profit, and the small treasury has skyrocketed and filled up rapidly, making it much easier to cultivate talents and power.

Although it is not nice to say that it is a fight with the people, but for the sake of the stability of the court, I have to let go of this face first. Doesn’t this also improve the living standards and health of the people.

In short, when the Chongwen Museum was built, the military equipment in the barracks must also be prepared.

The emperor happily counted the small coins, and Lin Zhao was simply his auspicious beast. The channel of talent transfer monopolized by that thief finally opened a hole.

He finally has enough energy to subsidize and reward those loyal officials who are still fighting against the thieves in private, so that they won't be attacked by enemies. While being loyal to him, he still has to worry about his family.

Thinking about how many courtiers who had just entered the court at the beginning, they did not hesitate to defect because they saw that the traitor was more powerful and could gain more fame and fortune.

After going through the wars of the previous dynasty, people who are loyal to the emperor and are willing to sacrifice their lives have almost disappeared. In their view, studying hard for decades is not just for the sake of being rich and fat, and improving the living standards of themselves and the whole clan. ?

The emperor knew it very well, that's why he wanted to promote the children of poor families, and slowly replaced those traitors who occupied most of the court and didn't listen to his orders.

Now the treacherous prime minister and one party control the national finances, and they have been refusing to raise the salary level of officials on the grounds of inheriting from the previous dynasty.

The previous dynasty cut off the official salaries due to the war, which was almost enough for food and clothing. How could those loyal officials who were unwilling to serve the rich and powerful survive in Kyoto where prices were soaring day by day?

The thieves are lingering at the top of the party, and their tentacles extend to various places. Even if they don't rely on official salaries, they can live comfortably by collecting people's fat and anointing and stealing state taxes. Those who are loyal to him are so poor that they can't even settle in Kyoto There is no place for them.

He is very clear about the tax collection under various names.

At the beginning of the war in the previous dynasty, in order to fight the internal and external security, those aristocratic families and traitors were allowed to control the court, and they were constrained everywhere. Every time they wanted to implement reforms, they were always unable to implement them. The people below tipped off the news and erased all the evidence. He simply regarded him as the emperor as nothing!

Sooner or later, I will chop off the heads of those people!

Thanks to Lin Aiqin, last time the Minister of the Household Department almost went wrong, and it was Lin Aiqing who became attached to Xuan Gui and sent him back to Kyoto, successfully pulling down the treacherous Minister of the Household Department.

He also helped his niece get rid of the peach blossom evil. If he lost his beloved daughter, his younger sister and brother-in-law would have a nervous breakdown. If that was the case, he would really become a "lonely person".

As for the situation of His Majesty the Emperor, his teammate who is "playing wild" outside is very clear. Now, if he wants to break the situation, he must develop his own armed forces. Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. The development of the armed forces is definitely not without financial support, and then there is the support of the people, and those who win the hearts of the people win the world.

It was another early morning, the clouds in the sky were gradually penetrated by the rays of the sun, and everything in Lingwu Mountain was dyed red, and the bells and drums of Qingquan Temple sounded again and again.

"Abbot!" Bu Er hurried to Lin Zhao who was stretching, "Look quickly, there is a child lying outside the mountain gate."

Just as I was talking, the gate guard of the mountain gate was almost murdered because of his uprightness, and he angrily played the traitor's party in the court hall. In the end, the former Yushi Zhongcheng, who was sent here by His Majesty the Emperor, was wearing a blue monk robe and followed steadily. He came in, holding a five or six-year-old child in his arms.

Lin Zhao stepped forward to check, the child had red lips and white teeth, and seemed to be well-raised. Whose family threw the child at the gate of the temple early in the morning? It seems that they can't afford to throw it away? Could it be that the child ran over by himself?

At this time, he just woke up without being tired. Seeing him, Lin Zhao had a thought in his heart, maybe he was the illegitimate son sent by His Majesty the Emperor again. He raised his eyes and met Uehara Yushi Zhongcheng's eyes, and the two of them met each other's same thoughts in an instant, so I wasn't the only one who thought so.

Not tired scratching his head, why did the abbot and the head of the door look at him strangely.

"Anyway, let's wake him up and ask."

"I've tried it, but the child can't wake up. The old man...knows a little bit of the art of qi and yellow. The child's health is fine, but I don't know why he can't wake up."

No way, I had to put the child in the dormitory first, and ask him what happened when he woke up.

However, after a whole morning, the child still did not wake up. Lin Zhao was a little worried, maybe there was some hidden disease that could not be diagnosed in ancient times. When he came to the bed, Lin Zhao scanned the child with Smart Eyes, but saw something that surprised him.

The aura on the top of this child's head is actually a golden holy lotus! Not only that, but he also saw that the child was closely related to himself and Qingquan Temple's luck, and the relationship with Buddha was extremely deep.

Could it be that the Buddha was reincarnated and specially came to take over his class?

Lin Zhao couldn't help but start to lose his mind. If this child is trained for ten years, he can indeed retire. At that time, you can give him the temple, let him be the abbot, and travel around by yourself, seeing all the great rivers and mountains...

"I, where is this?" Lin Zhao was thinking about it, and saw the child with deep Buddha roots, icy muscles and jade bones exuding Buddha's light, rubbing his eyes and waking up, with a dazed look on his face.

"This is a temple on Lingwu Mountain. My child, why are you lying outside the mountain gate alone in the morning?"

"Ah? Did I sleepwalk again? I'm so sorry...to trouble you." The child spoke very well-behaved and polite, and his tender voice sounded like he was calmly accepting the fact that he fell asleep and woke up to find that he had changed places. . "Excuse me, what time is it?"

"Now, it's noon, it's time to eat lunch." Lin Zhao said and was about to get up and take the children to eat together.

"I only slept all morning. I thought I would sleep all day again." The child let out a long sigh of relief and muttered in a low voice. It looks very cute.

He took small steps to catch up with Lin Zhao who was walking in front, and naturally put his little hand into his palm.

"You have to hold me well, don't let me get lost."

Yesterday, it was because the servant was lazy that he let him sleepwalk to the temple on the mountain again.

When Lin Zhao heard this, his heart almost melted, why is this child so cute.

When they came to the dinner table, they all leaned over to talk to the little brother, just asking him why he was lying at the gate of the mountain alone in the morning, where is his family, who are his parents, how old are he and so on.

The children all answered sternly. They have always had the bad habit of sleepwalking. They felt that they were summoned in the dark in their dreams. The servants at home were lazy and dozing off. My family lives in Yangzhou City. Recently, I came back to visit my relatives with my parents. My parents are in the silk business. They are six years old this year.

"Are you already six years old, why do you look two years younger than me?" Buti looked at the child whose head reached to his shoulder, and thought he was his younger brother.

For some reason, the child seemed to be very dependent on Lin Zhao, and he only met once. After dinner, Lin Zhao came to the Daxiong Palace to chant sutras. He found that the power of vows could be better transported into the body during the chanting process, so he insisted on chanting sutras for half an hour each morning, noon and evening.

Seeing him kneeling on the futon, beating the wooden fish regularly, and muttering sutras, the child didn't feel bored and couldn't sit still. On the contrary, his eyes became brighter, and his eyelids, which were always half drooping, were fully opened, and he listened to Lin Zhao's chanting with vigour, as if a theater fan woke up from a nap and sat up straight after hearing Mei Lanfang sing.

This child is also weird, he has been away from home for so long at a young age without crying or fussing, but he is very comfortable in the temple. Even at night when children miss home the most, he is not anxious or afraid at all, nor is he clamoring for his parents. Instead, he squeezed next to Buer, next to Lin Zhao, as if Lin Zhao was his relative.

After another day, the children seemed to have adapted to the life in the temple, followed them to do morning classes, went to the fields to farm, stood in the back row and followed Huitong to make boxing moves with everyone. What I like most is listening to Lin Zhao chanting scriptures, my eyes light up every time I hear it.

"Hey Lin, my son! Mother has found you." A woman rushed over and hugged the child, followed by a forty-year-old middle-aged man with an eager face.

It can be regarded as found. Lin Zhao sighed. He had heard the children mention the names of their clan relatives and the surrounding scene of the place where they lived, so he asked the three of them to go to some possible villages to inquire about them.

In the end, Changmao found a suitable family.

He also heard from the neighbor next door that the master went to Fucheng to look for his son, and it happened that the two sides were staggered, so Chang Mao entrusted the neighbor to wait for them to come back and tell them that the child is at Qingquan Temple in Lingwu Mountain.

The couple thanked Lin Zhao gratefully, took their son's hand and were about to take him away, but the child spoke up.

"Father, mother, can I stay here for a while? Shall we go back in the afternoon?"

The husband and wife were stunned. The child hadn't asked for anything for a long time. He always felt that his sleeping sickness caused his parents to worry all day long, so he was never willing to cause trouble. Even if he wanted something, he never said a word .

Looking at it again, the child only stayed in the temple for two days, so why does he look much more energetic than before? Her cheeks were also flushed, and she was finally as energetic as a child of the same age.

The husband and wife felt a lot of guilt towards their youngest son, and felt that they did not take good care of their son, which made their son suffer from sleeping sickness.

Hearing him speak at this time, my heart softened, and naturally there was no disagreement. The family of three stayed until the sunset and then left the temple.

I thought I had gotten used to the child's drowsiness from time to time, but when they got home, they found that the child hadn't eaten dinner and started to fall asleep again, and he didn't have the energy to stay in the temple at all, and they panicked.