Huang Zhen lay on her back boredly, staring at the half-weaved web of the long-legged spider in the corner of the curtain. [No pop-up novel website] Shunhe Old Inn is a fairly elegant inn. Every day the owner brings a boy in to clean up the room. This spider's web has been torn off several times, but this does not hinder this spider's web. The spider stubbornly insisted on being the thorn in this piece of geomantic omen that it considered to be a treasure.
"It means that Yang attacks Buddhism and deceives Confucianism, Yin attacks Confucianism and respects oneself. Heresies and fallacies are more poisonous than insects..." Huang Zhen couldn't bear it as she murmured and repeated her proud sentences in the article "Can't bear to speak". He raised his hand to brush off the half-woven cobweb. "Doesn't the clarity of the world begin in one house?"
Unfortunately, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt dizzy, and the pain in his thighs worsened, forcing him to put down his arm. After such a torment, the whole person was a little exhausted, and he could only watch the hateful spider continue to weave a web in front of him.
My master, the World Honored Buddha Sakyamuni, is above. His white-clothed disciples Huang Tianxiang and Nanfu, and his disciples are heading north to repel the demons. (Matthew Ricci has not fulfilled his duties, but now he wants to die as a guest in this foreign land?
Huang Zhen's early appearance in Hangzhou was influenced by butterfly wings as Zhang Yingchen speculated. Qiweizhan recently opened a land passenger and cargo transportation business between Guangdong, Fujian and Zhejiang. Although Qiwei did not invest in road construction and still used the old roads, his transportation organization was better than everyone else in this time and space. A journey that many people considered daunting has become more acceptable.
It was this improvement that made Huang Zhen, who was far away in Zhangzhou, have the idea of going to Hangzhou to debate with the priests in advance. Huang Zhen, like many people at that time, would not leave her hometown unless absolutely necessary, let alone travel across the mountains to Zhejiang.
Looking at the spider going its own way, Huang Xiucai, who was suffering from illness, silently congratulated him and didn't notice the footsteps at the door.
"Sir, please go ahead. This medicine box is still small. You have to carry it on your back." Zhao Tong from the Qiwei Escort Bureau led the way.
This Mr. Zhang is a wandering Quanzhen Taoist. He is currently doing business at Qingyun Temple outside Yongjin Gate. Although he is a Taoist, his medical skills are very good. He has a good reputation for helping the poor and those in need. The most important thing is that he does not have the bad habit of using his skills to coerce the patients. Moreover, this Mr. Zhang is very popular with Mr. Zhao, an important guest of our escort agency. Zhao Tong knows that the shopkeeper of this number is very respectful when he sees Mr. Zhao, and he is also very respectful to the Taoist priest.
"No need, cultivating one's body is also cultivating one's mind... Zhang Yingchen and Yan Yuese said that they had been walking from Qingyunduan for almost half an hour. He declined the sedan that Zhao Tong brought him and insisted on walking. For a new religion, the preacher must portray an image of being pure-hearted, hard-working and simple, which will help establish a positive image.
Zhang Yingchen, who was half a head taller than Zhao Tong, was holding a medicine box and looking at the young man sent by Qiwei Escort to escort him. Although the treatment offered by the Qiwei Escort Bureau is considered unique in this time and space, Zhao Tong, who is as lean as a bamboo pole, is not the type he is satisfied with, and he does not know whether this young man is practicing Shajia Fighting or Shaolin. When doing Kung Fu and other martial arts, it is obvious that the ten toes are gripping the ground when walking. This kind of walking habit will inevitably destroy the harmony of the entire human body, which is not beautiful.
With a flick of his tongue, Zhang Yingchen put aside his impressions of the young escort. This visit to the old Shunhe store was an exception. He wanted to promote his identity and avoid being equated with the "bell-ringing doctors" who walked around the streets. , although they do not charge any medical fees on weekdays, they generally do not provide door-to-door medical treatment. When a wealthy and powerful gentry family came to invite him, they had to back up at least half of their invitations before coming to the door.
This time he made an exception because Huang Xiucai was an important part of his plan.
Huang Zhen, a layman from Tianxiang, was the originator of the great debate on Christianity among Confucian scholars and monks in Liangzhe in the eighth year of Chongzhen reign. According to the records of old time and space. He was not supposed to come to Hangzhou until 1635, but the development of Qiwei Escort made it possible for Huang Zhen, who was far away in Fujian, to go north to Zhejiang and Zhejiang earlier. The time-traveling group's subtle influence on this time and space has reached the point where the historical information of the old time and space has begun to produce large deviations.
According to the description of the relevant information in the Great Library, Huang Zhen was a standard Confucian scholar who escaped from Zen in the late Ming Dynasty. In addition to the consciousness of being a inheritor of the Taoism unique to this scholar of time and space, he was also an enthusiastic Buddhist who wrote about Zen. In the public book "Can't Bear to Speak", in addition to his hatred of Matteo Ricci, Western learning and the Jesuits, Taoism is also an existence that displeases him. From this point of view, Catholicism and he have the same interests. Zhang Yingchen was thinking about how to think of a way to get rid of these people slowly.
But now he still wants to make use of it. This fuse only needs to fulfill its responsibilities as a fuse. Thinking about the detailed plan for the next move, Zhang Yingchen followed Zhao Tong into the inn.
The shopkeepers and waiters of the old Shunhe Inn have been waiting for the guests to fall ill. The last thing an innkeeper wants to see is the innkeeper's last thing. It was not uncommon at that time for a traveler to be sick for several months and finally run out of money and be trapped in the inn. This is a huge burden for a time-honored and well-known restaurant. For reputation reasons, it is inconvenient to expel him at will: it will inevitably cost money: if he dies in the inn, it will cost a lot of time and money to ask an official to conduct an autopsy and bury him. So when Huang Zhen fell ill, the shopkeeper immediately called someone to get him medical attention and medicine. Seeing that his condition was not improving, he found out that there was a Taoist priest in Qingyunguan who was very skilled in medical treatment, so he quickly sent for him.
"Xiangong's disease is caused by dampness in the spleen and stomach. He goes out, eats rough food, and is not acclimatized to the soil. It is inevitable that he will feel a little uncomfortable. This disease is not a problem. I will write a prescription for Pindao, take the medicine according to the prescription, and it will be ready in two days. g.
If you want to get better quickly, just take Huoxiang Zhengqi Powder. "Zhang Yingchen's pulse improved, and he looked at his complexion again. He roughly knew what he was doing. He picked up a quill and wrote a prescription while giving medical instructions to Huang Zhen who was lying on the bed.
"But the prescription Jin Antang prescribed last time was Banxia Houpu Decoction." In this era, many scholars were fond of talking about medicine, and it was a foregone conclusion that Confucian medicine replaced Taoist medicine. Huang Zhen also read some medical books on weekdays, and she could tell a lot. Although in Zhang Yingchen's opinion, this Huang Tianxiang is a standard second-hand sword, he still has to show off in front of a professional like him.
Huang Zhen's eyes fell on the quill pen in his hand: "Taoist Master's pen is rare!"
"This is a pen used by people in Taixi. It is easy to carry. Pindao people are people who travel around the world, so it is easier to carry." Zhang Yingchen said and pulled back: "Panxia Houpo Decoction can soothe the liver qi. This recipe is good. . But from Pindao’s point of view, Xianggong’s liver qi has been stagnant for a long time. Since the disease comes from the seven emotions, it should also be removed from the seven emotions. Banxia Houpu Decoction can remove the surface, but not the inside." Zhang Yingchen wrote the prescription while writing the prescription. , while replying to this stubborn-looking Fujian scholar, "I heard that there is a great monk Yuanwu in Tiantong Temple in Ningbo who has exquisite Zen methods. When your husband is well, you might as well pay a visit to this Zen monk, and he responded tactfully. If you put aside all the worldly sentiments for a while, even if you don't use Pindao squatting medicine, seven to eight points of the disease will be cured."
"Tiantong Temple?" Huang Zhen shook her head gently. She couldn't afford to fall ill as soon as she arrived in Hangzhou. Tiantong Temple is far away in Ningbo. Although Yuanwu Zenhua is also a person who wants to visit in this group, she took the liberty to come and invite her. As a leader who rejects "profit demons", I'm afraid he won't get his wish easily.
"The great monk of Tiantong Temple is very famous. Even in Hangzhou city, there are many scholars and gentry who follow him and convert." As if he was completely unaware of the patient's silence, Zhang Yingchen said casually while writing the prescription, "There is a good man in Hangzhou city. He was from the same clan as Pindao, and he moved into the family because of his ancestors' military achievements. This Zhang Shanren once worshiped Master Lianchi and entered the Guangzi generation. Now that Master Lianchi has passed away, he often meets Yuanwu of Tiantong Temple. Zen masters come and go, and if my husband wants to pay homage to Zen Master Ji, he might as well ask this master to help him."
Picking up the prescription paper in his hand and blowing it gently, Zhang Yingchen's eyes swept across Huang Zhen's face: the wedge had been driven into the heart of this Fujian scholar, and the show was about to begin.
When Zhang Guanghuo came back from Jingci Temple, he still felt a little angry. It's no wonder that when Monk Guangdi, the supervisor of Jingci Temple, sent him out, he happened to meet Fan Xiucai, who lived in Fengshanmen, and several family members burning wood.
It is not an ordinary piece of wood, but a statue of a god covered in gold and painted. A few rough men pulled a whole cart, no matter whether they were Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Wenchang, or Gods of Wealth. They chopped them all into pieces of wood, and used a few scrolls of Buddhist and Taoist figures as fire starters. They just held a tea gathering. There is only one celadon Guanyin with fine workmanship. Monk Guangdi couldn't stand it when he passed by, so he redeemed it from the Fan family boy for a small amount of money, thus escaping the disaster.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Guanghuo frowned. He has no sacred feeling about religious statues. Zen Buddhism does not attach much importance to worshiping Buddha and burning incense. Many Zen temples do not even have Buddha statues.
But as a Buddhist believer, it is quite unpleasant to see someone burning the statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha.
"Senior brother, don't you know?" Guangdi knew that Zhang Hu had also received the Bodhisattva ordination from Zen Master Yunqi, and he was a fellow disciple of his own generation. Although he was ten years younger than himself, he still deserved to be called "senior brother".
The extremely fat and healthy monk in the prison held the porcelain Bodhisattva and laughed dryly: "This Fan Xiucai talked several times with those Western priests last year, and borrowed a few books to go back to study. He was just like Yang Qiyuan back then. Like a gentleman, he joined the religion. His joining the religion was a big deal: now everyone in the Fan family believes in the Taixi teaching, saying that the Taixi teaching does not establish idols. The old lady of his family spread the word, We must ban all these wooden and stone puppets who deceive others."@.
