Chapter 236: Coercion and Inducement

"Brother Fusheng, when we went to beg for alms together, you were thirsty, and I poured you half a bowl of water. Can you put me down!"

"Heh... After I went back, someone reported me for being lazy, it was you, right?"

"Brother Fusheng, I didn't report you, can you put me down too?"

"But you occupied my monk's room!"

"Brother Fusheng, I neither occupied your monk's room nor reported you..."

"But you made me run ten laps every morning and beg for alms every day! Beg for alms! Beg for your sister's alms!" Fusheng looked at the fat monk and beat him with a rope!

"We are also following orders, following orders!" The monk said repeatedly when he was beaten.

This monk came from the north, and his Qi Hai cultivation was considered to be a middle-level monk in the Golden Buddha Temple.

In theory, Fusheng's beating him with a rope was just like scraping. He could beat Fusheng to death with ease, but he didn't dare. Because Zhang Qiming was watching them not far away.

Zhang Qiming was holding an account book and flipping through it carefully.

Through these account books, he could see the entire temple's income and expenditure, and thus infer the situation of the Golden Buddha Temple.

The money collected by the alms monks was nominally given to the city lord, but in fact it was about 70% to 80%. One or two percent of this was based on their own accounting skills.

Ninety percent of the remaining ten percent had to be sent to Qingzhou and handed over to the Golden Buddha Temple headquarters in Qingzhou.

It is said that in Qingzhou, the elder of the Golden Buddha Temple, Elder Ba Ku, took down a city and prepared to build a large ship to go out to sea to spread Buddhism. In the Nine Provinces, their Golden Buddha Temple is increasingly difficult to survive.

If there were no Golden Buddha Temple monks who had the ability to do accounting, they might only get one cent for every 100 coins they begged.

One percent of the retention would not be enough for the high-level warriors of the Golden Buddha Temple, let alone the previous Fu Sheng?

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

But when he saw the assets of their Golden Buddha Temple, Zhang Qiming withdrew his sympathy.

The Golden Buddha Temple actually had seven or eight hundred taels of gold, including some of the gold they embezzled, some of the gold they did not pay to Qingzhou, and some of the gold they owned.

How miserable were they? Compared with Fusheng, who was hanged naked, and ordinary people who were hungry, they were not worthy of sympathy at all.

They were accomplices of the tiger, and they looked pitiful, but they were not pitiful at all!

How big is the whole Picheng? These bald donkeys of theirs would not spit out gold or silver, so how many people would they have to extort!

Zhang Qiming simply calculated in his mind and felt that it was not unfair to kill all these bald donkeys!

He looked up at Fusheng, who was panting. Fusheng was skinny and had only eaten a full meal today. He had to hang these dozens of monks in the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple himself.

You know, hanging people is also a strenuous job, especially since most of these monks are fat.

After hanging five or six people, Fusheng was so tired that he was dizzy and gasped for breath while holding the pillar.

"Let me do it! If you hang like this, you won't be able to finish hanging until dark!" Zhang Qiming looked at Fusheng and said.

Fusheng nodded. He really didn't have the strength.

He felt that he was really weak, too weak.

He watched Zhang Qiming easily tie the hands of dozens of monks and hang them on the beams of the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. The beams on the main hall couldn't hold them, so they were hung on the beams under the eaves outside the main hall.

"I wonder how Mr. Zhang will deal with them?" Fusheng asked, looking at the dozens of monks hanging.

Zhang Qiming just said lightly: "Just hang them like this. After a few days, they will be out of breath."

"..."

Fusheng felt that Mr. Zhang was so murderous!

Fusheng didn't persuade the man who killed people in the Golden Buddha Temple.

When he was desperate, he also thought that if he had tried hard to beg for alms in the Golden Buddha Temple, he would not have reached such a point.

But he thought of the value of one tael of gold and the goal of begging for ten taels of gold every month.

He also felt that these people were really not worthy of sympathy.

"I plan to distribute the money of the Golden Buddha Temple to the poor. You are very familiar with Picheng. Tell me where the poor people in Xia Picheng are." Zhang Qiming said.

He felt that the money was cheated from those people, so he had to return it.

That's the reason.

"Ah?" Fusheng was stunned and said, "Send the money back?"

"Yes!" Zhang Qiming said.

"Not right!" Fusheng shook his head and said.

"What's wrong?"

"There is no such thing in the world, and it's useless to send it back." Fusheng said while sitting on the threshold of the hall.

Zhang Qiming also sat down and said, "Why is it useless?"

"It can be seen that Mr. Zhang has never been in the underworld. In this underworld life, you must know how to cheat, coerce and lure!" Fusheng sighed, which he did not understand, and said:

"The so-called coercion is like the Nangong City Lord, who has three gangs under his command, monopolizing the three religions and nine classes in Picheng. All the people in the city are subject to their control of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating."

"Even the daily transportation of manure has a manure tyrant. If you don't pay, the manure will be poured at your door! What about other things?"

"The so-called inducement is like our Golden Buddha Temple. Say a few words, recite a few scriptures written by someone unknown, build a big Buddhist hall, and package yourself. Lure others to hand over the money willingly."

"Even some people took the initiative to become monks and work as coolies for nothing."

"It's a pity that Picheng is keeping a close eye on the Golden Buddha Temple and forbids it from buying land or tenants. I heard from my senior brother in the north that the former Golden Buddha Temple in Yizhou had tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land. There were thousands of people farming alone, and the rent alone was a huge sum of money every year!"

"So Mr. Zhang, you think too simply. You give them gold, and their money goes around and around, either to the city lord's mansion or to the Golden Buddha Temple."

"If Mr. Zhang really wants to do something good, he might as well buy two taels of meat and deliver it to the door. Remember not to send too much, or someone will miss it."

Fusheng explained the unspoken rules of the rivers and lakes to Zhang Qiming, leaving Zhang Qiming silent for a long time.

This is so different from the chivalrous and righteous deeds he imagined!

Isn't it just killing the bully and giving the money to the poor?

Isn't that the end of it?

But no one has ever thought about why there are bullies, giving money to ordinary people, and what will happen after the hero leaves?

"It is meaningless to act chivalrously and righteously on impulse, just to satisfy one's own vanity and arrogance. Acting chivalrously and righteously against a single bully cannot change the fate of the victim being oppressed."

"Even after the hero leaves, the new bully will use the oppressor saved by the hero as an example to establish his authority and cause greater tragedy to the oppressor."

Fusheng watched Zhang Qiming talking to himself, and he heard Zhang Qiming continue to talk to himself:

"Teacher, is there no meaning in acting chivalrously and righteously?"

"Of course it is meaningful to act chivalrously and righteously. That is, don't feel sympathy for those tigers, leopards, jackals, because you are a human being, but they may not be human beings!"

Alas...