Huang Zhen lay bored on her back on the chuáng, staring at the half-woven web of the long-legged spider in the corner of the tent. Shunhe old shop is a fairly elegant inn, every day the store sends a young man to come in and clean up the house, this spider's web has been torn off several times, but this does not prevent this spider from stubbornly being willing to be a nail in this piece of what it thinks is a treasure of feng shui.

"It is said that Yang attacks Confucianism and deceives Confucianism, yīn attacks Confucianism and respects oneself, heresy and fallacy are more solid than insects..."muttering and repeating his proud sentence in the article "Can't Bear to Speak", Huang Zhen couldn't help but raise his hand to brush off the half-woven cobweb, "Isn't it a room to clear the world?" ”

It's a pity that as soon as he raised his hand, he felt a wave of dizziness, and the hidden pain in the tuǐ worsened a little, so that he had to lower his arm. After such a toss, the whole person was a little out of strength, and he could only watch as the hateful spider continued to weave a web in front of him.

The master of the world-honored Buddha Shakyamun is above, the white-clothed disciples Huang Tianxiang and Nan Bow, and the disciples go north to denounce the demon (Matteo Ricci), but now, are they going to die in this foreign land?

Huang Zhen's early appearance in Hangzhou was, as Zhang Yingchen speculated, influenced by the wings of a butterfly. Qiweizhan recently opened a land passenger and freight transportation business from Guangdong, Fujian to Zhejiang. Although Qiwei did not invest in road construction and still used the old roads, he outperformed everyone else in the plane in terms of transportation organization. What many people thought was a daunting journey has become acceptable.

It was this improvement that made Huang Zhen, who was far away in Zhangzhou, start 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 it was necessary, let alone go over the mountains to Zhejiang.

Looking at the spider that went its own way, Huang Xiucai, who was suffering from illness, silently congratulated, not noticing the footsteps of Ménkou.

"Sir, you go, this yào box is still small. of the back. Zhao Tong of the Qiwei Dart Bureau led the way.

This Mr. Zhang is a wandering Quanzhen Taoist, and he is currently placing an order in Qingyunguan outside the gold mén, although he is a Taoist, his medical skills are very clever. There is a lot of good reputation for helping the poor, and the most important thing is that there is no bad habit of those who sit and marry doctors to coerce the sick with skills. Moreover, this Mr. Zhang is very favored by Master Zhao, an important guest of this dart bureau, and the shopkeeper of Zhao informed the Taoist that he was very respectful when he saw Master Zhao, and even with great respect for this Taoist priest.

"No, self-cultivation is also mind cultivation...... Zhang Yingchen and Yan Yue said sè that they had been walking for almost half an hour from Qingyunguan to here, and he refused the sedan chair that Zhao Tong brought to him, and insisted on walking. In a new religion, the preacher is to make a pure heart, and the image of hard work and simplicity helps to establish a positive image.

Zhang Yingchen, who was half a head taller than Zhao Tong, carried a yào box and looked at the young man sent by the Qiwei Dart Bureau to escort him. Although the treatment of Qiwei Dart Bureau is already unique in this time and space, Zhao Tong, who is as thin as a bamboo pole, is not the type he is satisfied with, and he doesn't know what kind of kung fu this young man practices Shajia or Shaolin fighting, and he has an obvious ten-toe grip when he walks. This walking habit will inevitably cause the harmony of the whole human body to be destroyed, and it is inevitably not beautiful.

Flicked his tongue slightly, Zhang Yingchen put his perception of the young dart master behind, this time he came to Shunhe old store to make an exception, in order to promote his identity, to avoid being equated with the "rattle doctor" who walks the streets and alleys, although he does not charge a fee for a medical consultation on weekdays, but he generally does not go to Mén to see a doctor. A wealthy and powerful gentleman came to invite him, and he had to back up at least half a post before he went to mén.

This time he made an exception, all because this Huang Xiu was an important part of his jihua this time.

Tianxiang monk Huang Zhen, Chongzhen eight years of two Zhejiang Confucian monks debated Christianity, according to the records of the old time and space. He should have come to Hangzhou in 1635, but the exhibition of the Wei Dart Bureau made it possible for Huang Zhen, who was far away in Fujian, to go north to Zhejiang early. The subtle influence of the Crossing Group on this time and space has reached a point where the historical information of the old time and space has begun to deviate greatly.

According to the description of the relevant materials in the big library, Huang Zhen is a standard late Ming Dynasty escape Zen Confucian, in addition to the consciousness of the unique Taoist inheritor of this time and space scholar, he is also a fanatical Buddhist, in his Zen mén public book "Can't Bear to Speak", in addition to the hatred of Matteo Ricci and Western studies and the Jesuits, Taoism is also a big existence that makes him unpleasant. In this respect, Catholicism has the same interests as him. Zhang Yingchen was thinking about what kind of way he would have to think of in the future, and he would slowly get rid of this cadre.

But for now, he has to take advantage of it. This fuse only needs to fulfill the obligation of the fuse. Thinking of the details of his next move, Zhang Yingchen followed Zhao Tong into the inn.

The shopkeeper and the guy of the old store of Shunhe have been waiting for the guest to be sick is the last thing the innkeeper wants to see, and the person who travels has been sick for several months, and it is not uncommon for Zuihou to run out of money and be trapped in the inn at that time. It's a big burden for a long-established shop with a certain reputation. For the sake of prestige, it is inconvenient to expel at will: it will inevitably cost money: in case of death in the inn, there will be an autopsy by an officer, and the effort and huā fee for burial. So when Huang Zhen got sick all his life, the shopkeeper immediately beat someone to ask him for medical treatment. Seeing that the illness had not improved, he heard that there was a Taoist priest in Qingyunguan who had excellent medical skills, so he hurriedly sent someone to invite him.

"Xianggong's disease is just caused by dampness in the spleen and stomach, out of the mén, rough diet, and water and soil adaptation, it is inevitable that there is some discomfort. This illness is not in the way, wait for the poor road to write a prescription, catch yào according to the prescription, and recuperate for two days to get down to chuáng.

If you want to get better, add Huoxiang to disperse the qi. Zhang Yingchen was better than the pulse, looked at his qi again, and roughly knew it, holding the goose máo pen, while writing the prescription, while saying the doctor's order to Huang Zhen lying on the chuáng.

"But the recipe that Jin'an Tang opened last time was Banxia Magnolia Soup." In this era, many scholars are good at talking about medicine, and it is a foregone conclusion that Confucian doctors will replace Taoist doctors. Huang Zhen also read some medical books on weekdays, and she can tell you anything. Although in Zhang Yingchen's opinion, this Huang Tianxiang is a standard second knife, it is inevitable that he will sell it in front of him.

Huang Zhen's gaze fell on the goose máo pen in his hand: "Dao Chang is rare!" ”

"This is the pen used by the Taixi people, which is easy to carry, and the poor road is a person who travels in all directions, so it is more convenient to carry it." Zhang Yingchen said and pulled the words back: "Banxia magnolia soup can soothe liver qi, this recipe is good." But in the view of the poor road, Xianggong's liver qi stagnation is not a day, the disease comes from the seven feelings, but also from the seven feelings, Banxia Magnolia soup can remove its surface, can not remove it. Zhang Yingchen wrote the prescription while replying to this Fujian scholar who was very stubborn in his face, "I heard that there is a great monk of Yuanwu Zen Dharma in Ning Bō Tiantong Temple, and when the Xianggong will be raised, you might as well visit this Zen mén Venerable, and throw away all the world conditions between the sharp responses, then even if you don't need to squat on the poor road, this disease will go to seven or eight points." ”

"Tiantong Temple?" Huang Zhen shook his head slightly, as soon as he arrived in Hangzhou, he couldn't afford to be sick, Tiantong Temple was far away in Ningbō, although Yuanwu Chanhua was also the object of this trip, but he took the liberty of asking him to be the leader of this rejection of the "Demon", I was afraid that he would not easily fulfill his wish.

"The great monk of Tiantong Temple is very famous, and there are many talented gentlemen in this city of Hangzhou who have taken refuge with each other." As if completely unaware of the patient's silence, Zhang Yingchen said casually while writing the prescription, "There is a good man in this Hangzhou city who happens to be of the same clan as the poor road, because of his ancestors' military exploits, he attacked the household. This Zhang Shanren had worshiped under the Lotus Pond Master Mén, into the Cantonese generation, and now the Lotus Pond Master is dying, and he often interacts with the Yuanwu Zen Master of Tiantong Temple. ”

picked up the prescription note in his hand and blew it gently, Zhang Yingchen's gaze swept over Huang Zhen's face: the wedge had been nailed into the heart of this Fujian pedant, and the show should begin.

When Zhang Guanghuo came back from Jingci Temple, he still had a little indignation. It's no wonder that when the monk Guangdi of Jingci Temple sent him out of Mén, he happened to meet Fan Xiucai, who lived in Fengshan Mén, and was burning wood with several family members.

It's not ordinary wood, but a gold-covered and painted statue of a god. A few rough men pulled a whole car, regardless of whether it was a Bodhisattva, an Arhat, Wenchang, or the God of Wealth, all of them were cut into wood chips, and a few volumes of Buddhist and Taoist figures were used as fire triggers, and a tea conference was just held. There is only one celadon Guanyin, and the workmanship is fine. The Guangdi monk really couldn't see it when he walked by, and Huā redeemed it from the hands of the Fan family's little servant with a hanging of money, which can be regarded as escaping the catastrophe.

"What is this doing?" Zhang Guanghuo frowned. He has no sense of sacredness in religious statues, Zen Buddhism does not attach much importance to worshipping Buddha and burning incense, and many Zen temples do not even erect Buddha statues.

However, as a follower of Buddhism, it is quite unpleasant to see someone setting the statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha on fire.

"Senior brother doesn't know?" Guangdi knew that this Zhang Hu had also received the bodhisattva vows under Yunqi Zen Master Mén, and he was considered a brother of the same generation as his own family, although he was ten years younger than himself, and this "senior brother" was also called.

The monk of the prison who was born very well held the porcelain bodhisattva and said with a dry smile: "This Fan Xiucai talked with those Western priests a few times last year, and borrowed a few books and money to study back, and just like the original master Yang Qiyuan, he joined the church. It's terrible for him to join the religion: now the Fan family all believe in the Taixi teachings, saying that the Taixi teachings do not set up idols, and the old lady of his family has spread the word to ban all these deceitful wooden and stone puppets. ”@。