Chapter 1270: Night thief

"It’s finally sent away." Ito Cheng whispered.
Just in the last half of the hour, Ito’s achievements in business and technology, the influence, and all the possible effects, were discussed and debated with the teachers. Until then, they were persuaded by a large number of later theoretical knowledge. Shi Yan, she sent out the palace, and even Ito Cheng believes that after today’s dialogue, even if she does not meet the Ming Jun Li Shimin that her teacher’s door has identified, it will inevitably lead to the sorrow of the teacher’s heart. She began to observe the difference between herself and Li Shimin and see who is the real Mingjun, instead of acknowledging Li Shimin as the original.
"Fortunately, she did not ask about my plans for Buddha and Tao, or else she would not choose her own if she had a change in her heart." Ito became secret.
For the two Buddhas and Taoists in the Tang Dynasty, or just Buddhism, Ito Satoshi really did not want to see, not only did not engage in production and taxation, but also occupied a large number of fertile fields, population, and had a deep guidance to the people at that time. Influence, compared to the fact that there are only a few high-tech roads that can be studied from alchemy, it is not a little bit disgusting.
Therefore, after Ito’s intention to wait for the country to be completely settled, new religious management regulations were promulgated, stipulating that both the Buddha and the Tao must pay taxes, and privately, they must not own the land. Even if there is land, it must be based on the size and number of the temple itself. Re-distribution, not much, and the re-education of Ruan and Dao, and without the consent of the official, relatives, and temples, and jointly submit the naturalization permit documents, you must not be shaved to avoid becoming a shaved head in the future. The monk can escape the arrest of the government, the emergence of a population without a citizenship, etc...
correct. There are also four or six exams for the monks who are in the family. Those who pass the exam can continue to be monks. Unqualified immediately forced to rectify, and according to their respective circumstances to carry out transformation and resettlement, in short, it is to suppress the Buddhist monks, and never let the gangs feel comfortable.
Of course, it is still difficult for the gang to do business because it is not good for business, and because it encourages production and allows people to pursue freedom. Even some researchers have been helped to carry out research work in the past, so as to prevent the door from falling to the next generation.
On the other side, the teacher with a thoughtful look on his face returned to the Zen room of the temple.
"Master." Shi Yan shouted to the only woman in the Zen room, Van Gogh Hui.
"How?" Fan Qinghui, who closed his eyes and meditated, asked if he didn't look at the opening.
"I couldn't see the Heshi wall with my own eyes. The Majesty of the Emperor Dahua also insisted that the wall of the wall was a drop in the sky. I don't think it would be stolen from elsewhere." The teacher replied softly.
"No one will admit it." Fan Qinghui opened his eyes slightly and sighed in a low voice.
"Then, he and Dahua emperor made a reply to the concept of governance." Shi Yan continued.
"Oh?" Fan Qinghui looked awkward. Looked at the teacher.
"As far as observation is concerned, although the concept of the Dahua Emperor is somewhat radical, it is also a means of governing the world, but it is also a Ming Jun." The teacher's eyes drooped down and replied.
"Do you think he is stronger than Li Shimin?" Fan Qinghui frowned.
"While I have seen Li Shimin from afar, I know that there are people who have the same person. There are many people in the body, but because there is no such thing as sitting down, I can’t judge."
"Hey, do you want to choose him as a Mingjun?" asked Fan Qinghui frowning.
"If we can't get back to the wall, the Emperor of Dahua is not a choice." The teacher looked up and said to Van Gogh.
"I am afraid that things are not so easy." Fan Qinghui sighed softly.
She understood the plan of the teacher. If the time and the wall are really not taken back, then it is only possible to recognize that Ito Seki is the head of the destiny to make the reputation of Cihangjingzhai unaffected. Continue to maintain a detached position, but as a result, the previous layout will be completely ruined, and the subsequent impact and the propaganda effect on Buddhism will be different, which is inconsistent with their interests!
It’s just that at this point, how long can Li Tang’s forces be optimistic about them? Is it necessary to pull down the face to let the two people of Buddhism and Taoism take the dagger assassination? That way, even if Li Tang was really pushed up, the famous spot of Cihangjingzhai would be stinking, let alone the person who took it in. The ability to let Cihang Jingzhai's transcendental status continue is two.
But if you choose Ito Cheng...
"Hey!" In the mind, Vatican Hui, who was involuntarily recalling the information sent back by some of the forces below, sighed again and again.
The reason why Van Ching Hui will be like this is because the information she thinks of is not the other, it is the movement of Ito and the magic gate, especially the representative of the magic gates such as An Long, Zuo Youxian, Yu, and the single beauty. The relationship between the magic door woman and Ito Seng made her unable to feel at ease, and she was afraid that in the future, the magic door would suppress the Buddha's door and the Cihangjingzhai by the hand of Ito Shun!
This worry is wrong, but it is not bad as a result, and there is no deviation from Ito’s plan.
"Hey, let's call you over the empty teacher." Fan Qinghui whispered.
"Yes, Master." The teacher promised to turn around and quit the Zen Room and walked over to the other neighboring Zen rooms, conveying the meaning of Van Ching Hui one by one.
After a while, Van Gogh Hui, heart dust, empty, unruly, not crazy, not greedy, not afraid, and several teachers gathered again in the Zen room where Van Ching Hui was located, quietly listening to the detailed description of the teacher. All the details she met with Ito.
"After the empty brother thinks how." After a moment, Van Ching-hui looked at the empty eyes and closed the eyes of the rosary.
"He is not a person of my own way." The empty voice said with a flutter.
"It seems that this can only be the case." Fan Qinghui, who fully understood the meaning of the inexplicable words, nodded slightly and said, "That would bother the empty brother to accompany us tonight."
"The matter within the share."
Then the net of the Zen Temple and the four monks left the Buddhist house of Van Ching Hui and returned to their own Zen room to rest. In the same way, the three people who had been away from the air, such as Van Ching-hui, the heartdust, and the teacher-in-law, were not talking. They each found a position to sit up and rest their spirits, preparing for the evening's action.
In this silence, when I saw the unknowingly flowing quickly, I came to the night...
"Amitabha." With the Buddha's name suddenly issued, there was no casual wear at all. The Van Gogh Hui, the heart dust, the empty, the teacher, and the four monks who acted directly on the original clothes were all like a body. The night charms are like an elf, moving towards the Chang'an Palace.
Under the extraordinary footwork of the eight people, I quickly came to the side wall of Chang'an Palace.
"You four are here to guard." The empty air said to the four monks.
"Yes." The four monks did not speak in unison.
Then the nun’s heart was thrown up with one hand, and a slender rope lock with a claw on one end immediately rushed up with the sound of the break, and then in the sound of
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, with the palace wall The claws are together.
The heart dust reached out and grabbed the reins lock. After confirming that it was fixed, the van Gogh Hui, the teacher, and the empty three people were slightly nodded, and then they were locked by a rope, and they used their power to rush to the wall. A borrowing force fell on the city.
Then, according to the law, Fan Qinghui, Shi Yi, and the empty three also rushed to the city.
Although it was troublesome, it was easy, but the heart and dust of the claws and the hands of the Van Gogh, the teacher, and the empty three jumped out from the wall together, and fled to the ground in the palace by the superb lightness. Go to the direction of the royal study
I have to say that although they have never been able to steal the chickens and touch the dog, they have never been able to steal the door from the door, but they are no worse than the professional who slipped the door, even because of the high level. The relationship is more dangerous than the professionals. It is only by virtue of the sense of spiritual sense that Fan Qinghui and others have successfully forced the patrol team and the dark whistle in the palace to come outside the royal study.
"I didn't feel the breath of the master." Fan Qinghui whispered.
"There is no feeling of poverty." He whispered.
"It seems that we are more concerned." Fan Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go." Then, Van Ching-hui's expression was positive and he sipped.
When the words fell, the four quickly rushed out of the hiding place, and came to the Yushufang, where the guards were the least guarded, and no one noticed the window, using the internal strength to open the wooden bolt used to close the window, and entered the royal study room.
Because there is no office relationship, the royal study is dim.
"Looking separately." Van Ching Hui whispered.
Heart dust, empty, the teacher three nodded, and searched in the royal study.
The royal study room is not big, it is about 30 square meters. The interior is mostly bookshelves and paintings, as well as a set of tables and chairs used by the emperor for the office and several wooden chairs for the ministers who come here. Basic There was nothing to hide, so under the search of the four masters, the wall of the Hess in the wooden box hidden in the dark space was quickly discovered.
"Yes, it's the real thing." I looked up at the wall of the wall that was held in the wooden box held by Van Gogh.
"I didn't expect that the empty Zen master and the singer and the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai would do this kind of thing to steal the chicken and touch the dog. It is really deep feeling." Just in the case of Van Ching Hui When the cover was ready to leave, the sound of Ito’s voice suddenly sounded in the royal study room, and the four people, such as Van Ching-hui, were so tight that they subconsciously looked at the position where the sound came.
In an instant, a simple smock of white silk satin, the face of a seemingly mocking and smiling Ito Cheng appeared in their eyes.
"This thing can't be stolen by you." Then I saw no action by Ito, and the wooden box with the wall of Heshi appeared in front of him and was held in the palm of his hand. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for the recommended ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)