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Yang Ling's eyes turned, and he saw a middle-aged man wearing a soft hat and a big-sleeved official suit standing next to the young man with pink makeup and jade. This man was pure and graceful, and his appearance was similar to that of the young man. , Want to be a pair of father and son. It's just that this middle-aged scribe has become fatter. The weather was still cold in early spring and February, and sweat marks appeared on his delicate skin.

"This" Yang Ling is a little embarrassed. Is this sentence really from the Buddhist scriptures? He knows nothing. When he heard this little scholar, he said several Buddhist scriptures that he had never heard before, and he knew that others were the real ones. He is a scholar and has a lot of research on Buddhism. He dare to answer the question in a random way, so he has to laugh: "Uh, this, hehe, I don't want to know much about reading a good book, I really can't think of which scripture is allused."

The little student's dark lacquered eyes rolled around and suddenly smiled: "I understand, this Xiongtai was originally a random writer, coaxing the girl to be happy, really eager, admire, admire."

The middle-aged man next to him chuckled with laughter: "My son is so nonsense." Although he blamed, but the feast of laughter and banquet, he was obviously very spoiled for his son, and there was a look of loving father in the eyebrows.

The little scholar said convincingly: "It was originally, my sister, but your family's husband often talks nonsense and makes you happy?"

Han Youniang blushed and gave him a soft sip, but she blushed, but looked back at Yang Ling sweetly. The tenderness and sweetness could no longer be concealed. The teenager clapped and laughed, "The world is full of flowers, spring breeze, and bridge smoke. Liu, beautiful is beautiful, but how can it be comparable to a woman's long eyebrows like spring mountains and eyes like autumn water? My sister smiled so sweetly when she looked at her father-in-law, but I think your father-in-law is handsome and talented. It must be a master who is used to coaxing people, but you have to look harder, and be careful that he is fooling around. "

Han Youniang snorted, just opened her mouth to refute, and suddenly remembered Ma Li'er, such a beautiful woman, even if she saw a girl's house, she was thrilled, but willingly followed Yang Ling, willing to be a concubine, maybe Xianggong is really used to coaxing people, so that the girls are confused and give his heart to him, thinking she can not help but glance at Yang Ling.

The middle-aged scholar chuckled and touched his son's head with a smile, and said: "Nonsense!" He said to Yang Ling and said with a smile: "This son, a stubborn child, please forgive sins."

Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Dare not, dare not, make the son clever and clever, learn from others, like Pu Yu, will be the champion of the future."

The little scholar heard a smile on his face, a strange expression. Yang Ling saw that the middle-aged man had no name and had no intention of talking to himself.

Middle-aged scribes smiled and said: "It's okay, son please please."

Yang Ling took the young lady just a few steps along the promenade, and the young man suddenly shouted at the back: "Hey, Xiongtai, you haven't said, why did you look back at me with more than 500 eyes?"

Yang Ling smiled back and said, "There are only two kinds of people who can keep me looking back. One is a beautiful lady with a gorgeous style, and the other is a rogue who owes money, but I don't know what kind of little brother you are. people". He laughed when he finished, and took the young lady away quickly.

The little scholar patted Jin Xiaofan and weighed quite a bit for a long time: "This peerless beauty? It's not appropriate. The rogue who owes money doesn't seem to be appropriate, ah, this kid plays me."

The little scholar regained his scent and pulled his legs out in anger, then he chased. The middle-aged scribes couldn't hold back, so he shook his head helplessly and waved his hand gently. There were more than a dozen seemingly tourists in the surrounding corridors. He came from behind and quietly followed.

The middle-aged scribes followed slowly, and an old servant dressed up next to his family came up to help him and said softly, "Master, it's getting early, let's go back."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "Oh, this child usually doesn't even have a playmate. It is rare that someone will quarrel with him, let him play for a while."

The old servant nodded his head and helped the obese middle-aged man struggling into the Vajrasattva Hall. He heard a loud noise when he heard the direction of the King of Heaven. The Chinese looked tight and stepped up quickly, anxiously. : "Go and see what happened?"

Walking through the temple, I saw several Tibetan monks with high crowns and red robes standing on the platform in front of the Temple of Heaven. Five people in robes stood under the steps, and there was one lying on the ground. The two sides were arguing there.

The little scholar stood with Yang Ling and the young lady, holding their necks to watch the excitement, and six or seven sturdy men stood around them, as if they were also watching the excitement, but they had already hidden them in the middle.

Several Tibetan monks roared loudly on the steps, and the slender robes under the stage also pointed their hands and feet, arguing loudly with a more weird voice, very angry.

Yang Ling saw a few Tibetan monks on the platform. He knew that he had entered the wrong temple gate today. Bye bye, a few robe men with high nose bridges and deep eye sockets next to the Tongding under the steps were all of European and American ethnicity, which made them even more strange. The two groups of people quarreled with the duck for a long time, and a tall westerner suddenly stepped out of the crowd and blushed with a huge roar: "Under the heavens, there is a king. The shore of the earth, the king Chen, you drove us away, it was unreasonable! "

The little son and his father looked at each other and could n’t help but laugh. The Tibetan monks on the stage hummed and said in Chinese: “It ’s not that we do n’t take you in, you Western monks, you have a bad heart, and bring sick people. , Contagious. "

The foreigners under the stage shook their heads again and again: "No, no, his disease is not a plague and will not be contagious." People on both sides argue with each other in stuttering Chinese. Yang Ling, who is standing next to him, vaguely understands probably.

It turned out that these foreigners were missionaries from Franji (Spain and Portugal). They had been in Daming for three years. They had successfully developed their first believer in Daming a few days ago. One suffered from an incurable disease. The dying beggar, with his whole body decayed, took him back to the Huguo Temple where he was treasured, and taught him the Catholic teachings while looking after him. The monks worried about the sickness of this patient, and after several negotiations failed, they drove them out.

Seeing that these foreign missionaries rescued a Han, Yang Ling said that although he had the selfishness to develop the missionaries, it was a good deed. He stepped forward to help him in theory, but the monks were simply unreasonable and never mentioned the Buddhists. Compassion.

The little scholar and his father whispered a few words, beckoned a servant, and yelled a few times. The servant ran to the platform and said a few words to a deacon's lama. The deacon's lama heard that the good man under the order would donate three thousand two The silver sesame oil money immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and he fully agreed to their request to contain Western missionaries.

In this large, ten-foot monastery, it is not a problem to arrange an independent small courtyard for them. They made a fuss today and wanted to drive away these Westerners. The reason is that in the eyes of the Han people, they are certainly yin and yang. In their eyes, these blond foreign monks are even more uncivilized barbarians and cannibals.

The missionaries had a place to live and couldn't help themselves. They all stepped forward to thank the great man and the outspoken Yang Ling, and then went to the residence to take their own cage and bedding and moved to the backyard. The tallest foreigner seemed to be It is the leader of this group of priests who keeps thanking Yang Ling and the young scholars in very poor Chinese.

Yang Ling was very curious about these missionaries. In his impression, the Western missionaries who came to China in the early days were still relatively civilized and upright. It was indeed because of fanatical religious belief that they worked hard to preach to the East, so they talked with them very politely. A few words.

These missionaries came to the East to preach under the orders of the Holy See. Few people have been willing to answer them when they hit the wall everywhere. At this time, when Yang Ling took the initiative to talk, the missionary was very excited and immediately stuttered to actively introduce his situation.

It turned out that this missionary was named Sha Sige. He and a dozen priests organized missions to the East under the instructions of the Jesuit of the Franco. They were initially transferred to India, but the promotion of the doctrine was not ideal. The doctrine was beaten to death by the aborigines.

Later, they heard that there was a stronger and more civilized country in the east, so they left India and came to Ming Dynasty by sea. As a result, when the fleet arrived in Malacca, they were detained by the local indigenous army. Later they bought a guard and passed local merchants. Smuggling to Japan, leaving a few priests, the remaining five people landed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang by boat and came to Daming.

But it is obviously difficult for the gospel of God to be carried out in the Han region. For the common people, a **** who breaks the bone of a man and makes a woman can have no great power, and the Western **** does not allow the poor Men and women know how to be polite, honest, and shameful, and let them sway in the orchard naked all day long. This kind of half-hanging **** is obviously not as attractive as a group of harmonious Buddhas such as the Buddha and the Taishang Lao who can exorcise evil spirits.

Therefore, these five missionaries have been mixed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for more than two years, and no believer has developed. They came to the Jingshi in desperation, hoping to be summoned by the Emperor Ming, so as to have the opportunity to convey the doctrine in Daming.

In order to be more easily accepted by the Han people, they now wear robes and study the Four Books and Five Classics. In order to cater to the Chinese concept of a round place, they even redrawn a map of the world and brought China to the center. It can be said that they have invested a lot of money, but unfortunately the officials of the Ministry of Rites heard that they were not the messengers who came to meet the emperor on behalf of the foreign country, and they drove them out. Until now, they have not seen the emperor.

The little scholar listened interestingly and couldn't help but say: "Where is your country, how big is it?"

Sha Sige stammered: "In the west, far away, we have to take a long, long boat ride. Our country used to be very small, not as big as Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Zhejiang, but Castilla was twenty years ago. The Queen married our King of Aragon, our two countries merged, the country is now much larger, and it is bigger than Jiangsu and Zhejiang Roads. "

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