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"This matter is inappropriate. [No pop-up novel website]" Zhao Yingong immediately raised objections. "The Jesuits know very well that we are the only ones who have the Chinese version of the Old and New Testaments. Many of the passages quoted in Bo Yang's article have not been translated at all in this time and space. The Jesuits are not stupid, they will definitely be aware of it. contact."
Zhang Yingchen dropped the cherry stem in his hand, picked up a towel and wiped his mouth: "I'm going to use the Scotch version of the Bible..."
"Is there any difference? No." Zhao Yingong shook his head, "No matter which version you use, only our family has the Chinese version of the Bible. So Bo Yang's article cannot be used - I definitely disagree."
Zhang Yingchen thought for a while: "How about I rewrite it?"
Zhang Yingchen’s idea was to compile materials to attack the church based on the church’s existing Chinese Bible stories. Of course, the effect is not as good as Bo Yang's essays.
"It's such a pity." He sighed sadly, as if he was deeply regretful. He then asked: "Have you finished the pamphlet I asked you to do?"
"Okay." Zhao Yingong took off a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the padlock on a small cabinet in the study, took out a tightly sealed letter from it, and handed it to Zhang Yingchen. This is a sample of anti-religious pamphlets printed by the printing house of Wanbi Bookstore. There are two types: one corrupts Catholicism and the other corrupts Buddhism, both of which are masterpieces of the Office of Truth in the Great Library. Zhang Yingchen planned to take advantage of this opportunity to distribute the Hangzhou teaching plan in large quantities in the local area to tarnish the reputation of the two religions.
"Take it back first and see if there's anything wrong with it. Once you've settled on it, bring it over quickly and I'll organize people to print it in batches." Zhao Yingong warned.
“Are printers reliable?”
"No problem, they can't leave Fenghuang Villa now, and their family members have all been sent to Lingao by me." Zhao Yingong said with a smile, "Unless they go crazy and don't want their wives and children to live. As soon as the lesson plan is over, I will These craftsmen will be sent back to Lingao for Zhou Dongtian to use, and another batch of workers will be recruited."
Zhang Yingchen quietly left the city and returned to Qingyunguan before the city gate closed. Now he is very careful every time he goes in and out of Wanbi Bookshop, lest people notice that he has an unusual friendship with Mr. Zhao.
Ming and Qing were waiting for him, leaving tea and rice on the table. He also told him that the master who "combines the great medicine" sent someone to invite him again today.
"What did you say to him?"
"I said, sir, you are traveling and I don't know when you will come back. I will tell you as soon as you come back." Ming Qing was a very smart young man.
"Haha, that's right." Zhang Yingchen gently patted the little Taoist boy on the shoulder. The little Taoist boy was quite handsome... He remembered what happened at Jin Shen's house where he was invited to "combine the medicine" a few days ago. An interesting thing happened, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corners of my mouth.
"You go to bed first. I still have some things to do. You don't have to wait on me here." The Taoist Master said, gently rubbing the young Taoist priest's shoulders.
After Ming and Qing left, he cut off the candle flowers from the candlestick left by the little Taoist priest in the house, and lit a second candle. The illumination of the earthen wax was pitifully low, and it was almost impossible to read and write with just one candle.
Zhang Yingchen casually took a few mouthfuls of tea and rice, pushed the plate away, and opened the small locked box beside his pillow. Inside was his code book. The Office of Religious Affairs has its own independent code book. He does not have his own radio station. He must pass The radio station in Hangzhou maintains contact with the Religious Affairs Office and Yunjiguan, the headquarters of New Taoism.
He wrote a letter to Dai E: Fellow Daoist Dai: The book from the Office of Truth has been received and handed over to the hands of the recipients. It is interesting to watch the old monk perform the Vajra Phase.
The anti-religious pamphlet has been polished by the Office of Truth. According to Zhang Haogu, it was written by a naturalized citizen in his area. I think I underestimated the level of these gentle scum. With the Old Testament as a basis, the colleagues they wrote are actually qualified to go to Silicon Valley. Although it is still difficult to see Lan Ling smiling and smiling, it is easy to kill Monk Dengcao and his like in an instant.
Actors were regarded as lowly by Zhu Chongba, but these lovely artistic performers are indispensable in this academic debate. If "Four Jinshi" did not have Song Shixiong, what meaning would this story have? Starting tomorrow, some offensive jokes will be spread by word of mouth on this earth and in heaven.
Off-topic: I really can’t stand the hypocritical taste of those boring literati. A few days ago, I was actually confessed to by a child who sang Xiaodan. It's a crime to attack a shota, it's even more evil to attack a lota, can a transvestite raise a vigorous young man? I find it difficult. Otherwise, let's just make a rule in the future that every year Daosheng should participate in militia military training plus formation drills.
After he finished writing the letter, he used a code pad to compile it into a code. The day after tomorrow, a traffic officer from Hangzhou Station would come to collect his message.
Tomorrow, the wind will blow even harder in Hangzhou city. Zhang Yingchen got on the bed with a satisfied smile.
The Hangzhou missionary case was nothing more than a small religious controversy in the old time and space. Except for the Catholics of the Hangzhou Church and the Buddhists who challenged them, there was not much agitation in the city. Generally speaking, it does not go beyond the scope of theological debate between the two sides.
But this time, the lesson plan that was instigated by the Taoist Master went in another direction. The wave it set off greatly exceeded Huang Zhen and others' expectations.
On this day, Gao Xuan came to Wanbi Bookstore to read as usual, reading a collection of ancient and modern books. He had just sat down, drank a sip of hot tea, and was sitting quietly waiting for his sweat to dry up a little, when he suddenly heard Chang in the bright room outside Wenxi Hall. Several scholars were talking loudly, foaming at the mouth. Gao Xuanyuan didn't take it seriously either: these people often argued there and talked about some inexplicable and incomprehensible things. Gao Xuan probably knew that they were all from Yangmei-ryu.
But the content of what they talked about today was different from usual. It seemed to be about the Western Christian Church. The Cross religion has a local temple and a few bearded Thai and Western monks. It is believed by quite a few local gentry and scholars. Gao Xuan has heard about it, but he has never known much about it. Not much concern either.
What he heard now was "sexy" and could be called "very pornographic and violent", and he couldn't help but pricked up his ears. I could hear some people talking about all kinds of obscene practices in Christianity. They were talking with gusto, and they were listening attentively. From time to time, some people were making noises.
Gao Xuan originally wanted to study quietly, but their nonsense aroused his itch. I can't even read the book anymore. I couldn't help but put down my book and walked to the side room.
The momentum of the discussion in the wing has attracted most of the Confucian scholars and scholars in Wenxi Hall, and they gathered outside to listen to the people inside.
The person talking most enthusiastically in the side room was a man with a big face, a date-stone head, a tall figure, a pair of bright little eyes, a mustache, a thin neck, a big head, and rosy skin. He doesn't seem to be a peaceful person. Although he was wearing a tattered straight suit, he did not look like a scholar at all, but he knew this person - his name was Zhuang Haoren. He was originally a son of a local aristocratic family. He had read a lot of books when he was young. After his family fell behind, he He wandered around the city and became a "loafer". It is said that he lost a piece of his beard on his face when he failed to refine the gold and silver. Later, he helped out at the Chu Pavilion in the Qin Building, telling the "Skinny Horses" the rhythms of Qu Pai Ci Pai, and also drew erotic pictures for the novels in the bookstore. Of course, he also Things like gatherings of people to fight are inevitable. In short, this is a typical "gentle scumbag".
Although Zhuang Haoren behaved badly, he had a lot of knowledge and some medical skills. He also had a lot of experience in Wang Shouren's "Xinxue", and he would talk to others in his spare time. After Wanbi Bookstore opened, Zhuang Haoren went in and out from time to time to read and chat with others. Zhao Yingong treats everyone who comes to read books equally, as long as he can abide by the order in the bookstore.
"... Let's go and take a look at this Christian bezoar dog treasure!" Zhuang Haoren saw that the atmosphere was almost over, he raised his arms and shouted, and he took the audience with him and ran away. He had collected people's money a few days ago and asked him to bring some scholars to Tianshuiqiao to make trouble with the church people and make a big fuss.
Zhuang Haoren had no ill feelings towards foreign monks, and he had no quarrel with religious scholars and people, but since he had accepted people's money, of course he had to work, and he incited all the scholars in Wanbi Bookstore - more than half of them. They came to watch the excitement. Everyone wanted to see which one was better, the Zen monk or the Thai priest.
Gao Xuan couldn't help but follow the crowd towards Tianshui Bridge.
Many people have gathered here at Tianshui Bridge. In addition to ordinary citizens, many are dressed as scholars, and some are monks and Taoists. They are all walking in, hoping to squeeze in front of the church to have a look. A lively one.
Gao Xuan heard loud noises from a distance. From time to time, there were roars of laughter and shouts. He involuntarily quickened his pace and walked in the direction of the sounds.
After finally squeezing to the front, I saw a group of Confucian scholars and a few monks in scarves and robes gathered in front of the church. There were about ten people, noisy and pointing. There were several articles posted on the wall of the church. Gao Xuan tried his best to get closer and take a closer look. He could barely guess that the titles were "Two Theory of Identifying Heaven at the First Stage" and "Two Theory of Identifying Delusion".
Gao Xuan has not read these three articles, but under the secret operation of Zhang Daozhang, these three articles have long been printed as release notes and distributed in the streets and alleys of the city to build momentum. Although Huang Zhen, Zhang and others did not know what was going on, they thought they had received a lot of help and became more energetic. They went to the church door every day to call for a debate, asking the church to come out to debate.
However, the church in Hangzhou has taken the same countermeasures as it has adopted in history. No matter how much you shout and yell outside, I will remain unmoved and as calm as Mount Tai. Just ignore it. The ceremony was carried out as usual under diffuse care, and it seemed as if they were turning a blind eye. ! .
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