A Weird Theater That Started In London

Nestorianism is actually a branch of Christianity. Because of the persecution of the Orthodox Church, it was labelled a heresy and had to choose to migrate east.

When it was first introduced to the Tang Dynasty, no one knew its details. He thought it was a sect from Persia, and simply made it a Persian Hu Temple, and its disciples were Persian monks.

Over the years, Nestorianism has continued to appear to the court, asking the authorities to rectify their name.

Unfortunately, the imperial court has never responded. Most people still call them Persian monks according to the usual practice. In fact, the most correct name should be Jing Seng, and at the same time, they should not be called Persian Hu Temple.

The one used to refer to Zoroastrianism or Manichaeism is more suitable.

Jingzhe, Daye, Zhaoye, and Guangming.

This sounds much better than what Hu Temple.

It is a pity that most people in Chang'an are not interested in Yijiao, so they can just summarize it in one sentence.

Because of this, Millis feels that he has a long way to go, and he needs to work hard to spread the doctrine, so that more people can believe in Arahah from the heart.

"Persian monk, Persian monk."

At this moment, a group of children were circling around Millis, who had a strange appearance and different costumes, and laughed happily.

"Dear benefactors, I am a monk." Millis raised the cross pendant hanging on his chest while giving the children candy, "Shangyuan Ankang."

"Enter into my door and be blessed by the cross forever."

"Put the cross, enjoy peace."

Leaving the children two babbling words, Millis continued to lead the way.

"Langjun, since you have a destiny with Nestorianism, why don't you join the religion?"

Although Qian Rui didn't know exactly what the words passed by the Aluoh Tianzun man meant, but she could see that Lu Li was indeed old.

"Perhaps, I am more destined to other sects?"

Lu Li didn't want to answer, but casually said an excuse.

"Don't be kidding." Qian Rui was quite in awe of the gods and Buddhas, and said with a serious face: "It is a blessing to be valued by a god, which is already the blessing of the tenth generation. How can Lang Jun be so greedy and expect more."

For her, there is indeed a true **** enshrined in this Nestorianism. There are not many clear rules and precepts, and only the believers are required to teach sincerely.

Seeing the girl Qian Rui came out with her, she vaguely became a Christian. Lu Qi was quite speechless, but there was nothing to stop him. After all, Jehovah was not an evil god.

At this time, Qian Rui, who was thoughtful and thoughtful, also vaguely realized that Lu Li was not talking about it, so she stopped talking.

Right now, the sun has begun to sink.

Chang'an City became more and more lively.

In fact, this city is not the only city in Datang that is carnival.

In Luoyang hundreds of miles away, the moonlight is three to five nights, and the flames of light are renewed. The smoke and clouds confuse the north, and the flute tube knows the south neighbor. Los Angeles never closed, and even Xiaopingjin came out.

In Yangzhou in the south, the lanterns are gorgeous, the furnishings of all kinds of operas, the gentry and the girls are competing for beauty, and the pink and the black are mingled with each other.

Even in the remote Liangzhou, Gansu, it is a prosperous faction, with lights and shadows for dozens of miles, chariots and horses, and a lot of sages and women.

It's just that no city can leave Chang'an or so. Today, not only the people living in Chang'an go out to play, but also the chief officials of the surrounding states and counties send bands to compete for the top spot.

The singer was dressed up and showed off at the top of the flower boat, while the musicians sat down to play and sing. Even the cows responsible for pulling the dry boats reached the peak of their lives. They were either dressed in tiger skins or dressed up as elephants. , Rhinoceros, it is the sentence: swagger.

"Cai! Cai!"

It was still early, and several hundred opera artists couldn't bear to be lonely, and found a place to start their performance.

Wrestling sumo wrestling, cockfighting and dancing horses, shrinking bones and drilling hoops, swallowing steel swords... each one attracts people's attention.

Of course, pretty girls are the favorites. During the Shangyuan Festival, many face-saving women would go bankrupt, but also want to make themselves into the limelight. Corolla and Xia Lin are worth more than ten thousand dollars?

I saw Fubo Lang Dangzi standing on the street, holding snacks, his eyes erratic, looking for a beautiful woman.

In order not to be congested on the road, Lu Li bought a mask when passing by a street stall: the blue-faced fangs, which was terrifying.

After walking for nearly three hours in the crowd, the group finally arrived in the west of the city. In fact, Lu Li had been here yesterday, and the black mane horse's hairstyle was made here by Master Hu.

However, compared with yesterday, the scene of the West Market has been greatly changed. The colored lights that were originally covered with cloth reveal the true face of Mount Lu.

The fire phoenix **** its wings, the dragon pillars... it stretches for several miles, and there are flags and streamers standing next to each lantern, and the names of the various companies are written. This is to show your strength. If you smash it, then I will be better than you. More than half a meter, let the people who watch the lights know who is more extravagant.

This is called Dou Deng.

Only when night falls, the whole city is illuminated.

Since the three of them had serious work to do, they were all unwilling to enjoy them, so they hurried to Yiningfang.

However, leaving from the edge of the West Market and passing by the avenue between Liquanfang and Buzhengfang, an accident still happened.

Two foreign monks whose bodies were covered by red robes, with only their eyes exposed, stopped their way: "Benefactor, I would like to teach Da Sabao please."

But this time, Lu Li recognized the identity of the other party, Zoroastrianism, the most powerful foreign sect in Chang'an City, with tens of thousands of followers. Not only was he believed by the Hu people, many people in the Tang Dynasty also worshipped him.

"You got the wrong person."

Lu Li didn't want to get involved with unfamiliar sects, even if his inherited memory told him that Zoroastrianism was very powerful and recognized by the court.

"The little monk is not malicious." The monk on the left who was covered in red cloth said diligently: "I taught to hold a fire sacrifice ceremony in the Liquan Square next door, and Da Sabao asked Lu Qing to come over and watch the ceremony."

One word breaks Luli's identity.

After the mask, Lu Li frowned.

Why are there so many monks looking for themselves today?

Will there be Taoist priests and monks coming to the door in turn?

Do you really think of me as the elder Tang who learns from the West? What kind of cows, ghosts and snakes want to take a bite!

Aside ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Millis's face sank like water.

Although he didn't mind Lu Li's refusal to join the Nestorianism, it didn't mean that other sects could take advantage of it.

"Lead the way."

In Lu Li's mind, he was looking for something. You know, he has nothing to do with Zoroastrianism, but the other party specially sent a priest to invite him. What is his idea?

Not long after, the three people were led to the northwest corner of Liquanfang, a large building complex with three flaming flames burning outside and a giant stone slab.

"Langjun, what is this half-human, half-bird-shaped thing?"

At this moment, Qian Rui was staring at Lu Li with a rather weird look.

Millis had a bad tone and replied on her behalf: "Ahura Mazda is the highest **** of light and justice in Zoroastrianism. According to legend, believers can communicate with him by worshiping fire."

If he had to take the nobleman back to the temple to take away the divine object given by Aloha, he would never set foot in the place where the outside Dao was.