The anti-Qing movement began with the looting of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

"Have you ever seen an army like this? His Majesty, showing compassion for the herdsmen's hardships, has instructed us to capture the rebels and then distribute cattle, sheep, and pastures to you!" Yang Chao shouted loudly!

"Have you ever seen an army like this? An emperor like this?!"

"Really? They're going to give us cattle and sheep, and pastures?" the Mongolian people below murmured in disbelief.

"Of course! His Majesty's word is law! How could he deceive you poor people!" Yang Chao bowed to the south.

"Yes! The imperial army entered the city and didn't commit any offenses whatsoever; they even paid for what we bought. I've never heard of such an army before!" an old man said in a low voice. The nearby people nodded in agreement.

"Fellow citizens, the reason we are taking these lamas back is only to track down the traitors. As long as they are innocent, they will be released soon! Please rest assured," Yang Chao said hastily, seeing that the people were moved.

“Go back and count your people, and wait to be distributed cattle, sheep and pastures! You are breaking the law by blocking this place. If you are arrested, you will not only lose your share of the spoils, but you will also be taken to mine and build roads.”

The crowd dispersed, discussing amongst themselves, and Yang Chao jumped out of the car.

“You scholars really know how to talk!” Zhang Yuting shook his head and said.

"Come on! I saved your life today, so you have to buy me a drink tonight."

"Haha! OK!"

"Damn it! I didn't expect these monks to be so rich. Quickly, find more carriages." Zhang Yuting looked at the mountain of gold and silver and laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared.

"This is only part of their wealth! They also have a lot of shops, pastures, cattle and sheep! And they also have a share in the gold mines outside the city!" Yang Chao shook his head and said.

"Damn it! Being a monk is so lucrative, no wonder so many people are becoming monks!"

. . . . . .

"Several masters, Bokdoggen and his accomplices have been captured. They will be executed soon."

“Now we need someone to step forward and cooperate with the court to expose the crimes of Bokdoggen and others, and to rectify the religious affairs.”

Zhang Yuting smoked a cigarette and looked at the high lamas in front of him. These were the most famous monks in Kulun, and even in the entire grassland.

"Listen carefully to the court's requirements! First, you must uphold the imperial rule and cooperate with the court in governing the grasslands."

"Secondly, religious sects can only be responsible for proselytizing and educating the people, and cannot interfere in local government affairs."

"Third, monks should focus on reciting scriptures and spreading the teachings. They should no longer engage in commerce, lending, or other secular activities."

"Fourth, control the number of monks in temples and disrobe most of the young lamas."

"fifth....."

"Stop talking! Aren't you just pushing us into a corner? You might as well tell us to disband our sect!" a tall, burly lama said indignantly.

"Heh! This is already quite good. It's only because the Emperor is merciful that he allows you to continue preaching. If you ask me, all of you parasites who do no work, make no contribution, and only suck blood should be eliminated!" Zhang Yuting sneered.

The group of lamas looked up at him, their faces full of anger but helpless.

"Fifth, from now on, every temple's income will be taxed. The imperial court will send people to each temple, and half of the incense money donated by believers must be paid as tax."

This is outrageous! I've never heard of temples having to pay taxes before," a lama thought, and he was about to stand up and argue. But an older lama next to him held him back.