"It's not right." Zhao Yingong immediately raised objections. "The Jesuits knew very well that we were the only ones who had the Chinese version of the Old and New Testaments, and that many of the chapters quoted in Bai Yang's article had not been translated at all in this time and space. The Jesuits were not stupid, and they would certainly be aware of the connection. ”

Zhang Yingchen dropped the cherry stalk in his hand, picked up a towel and wiped his mouth: "I'm going to use the Sigao version of the Bible ......"

"Does it make a difference? No. Zhao Yinggong shook his head, "No matter what version you use, the Chinese version of the Bible is currently only available to us." Therefore, Bai Yang's article can't be used, I definitely don't agree. ”

Zhang Yingchen thought for a while: "How about I change it?" ”

Zhang Yingchen's idea was to organize materials attacking the church based on the church's existing Chinese Bible stories. Of course, in terms of effect, it is not as good as Bai Yang's essays.

"It's a shame." He sighed, as if he was sorry. He then asked, "Did I ask you to get the booklet?" ”

"Alright." Zhao Yingong untied 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 an anti-religious pamphlet printed at the printing house of Wanbi Bookstore. There are two kinds of them: one that corrupts Catholicism and one that corrupts Buddhism, both of which are the masterpieces of the Great Library's Office of Truth. Zhang Yingchen was ready to take advantage of the opportunity of this Hangzhou lesson plan to distribute a large number of local cases and ruin the reputation of the two religions.

"You take it back first to see if there's anything wrong, and after it's decided, bring it quickly, and I'll organize people to open it in batches." Zhao Yingong admonished.

"Are printers reliable?"

"No problem, they can't get out of Phoenix Mountain Villa half a step now, and my family members have sent me to Lingao." Zhao Yingong smiled, "Unless they go crazy, don't want the lives of their wives and children." As soon as the lesson plan is over, I will send these craftsmen back to Lingao for Zhou Dongtian's use, and recruit another batch of workers. ”

Zhang Yingchen quietly went out of the city and returned to Qingyunguan before the city gate closed, and he was now very careful every time he entered and exited the Wanbi Bookstore, so as not to make people realize that he and this old man Zhao had an unusual friendship.

Ming and Qing were waiting for him, and tea and rice were left on the table. He also told him that the old man of the "Heda Medicine" had sent someone to invite him today.

"What do you say to him?"

"I said that you have been wandering for a long time, and I don't know when you will come back. I'll let you know as soon as you get back. "Ming Qing is a very clever teenager.

"Hehe, that's a good point." Zhang Yingchen gently patted the shoulder of the little Taoist boy, this little Taoist boy was very good-eyed, he remembered an interesting incident that happened a few days ago when he was invited to go to the gentleman's house of "Heda Medicine", and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little.

"You go to sleep first, I still have some things to do. You don't have to wait for me here. The Taoist chief said, rubbing the shoulder of the little Taoist priest lightly.

After the Ming and Qing dynasties left, he cut off the candlesticks left by the little Taoist priest in the house, and lit a second candle.

Zhang Yingchen ate a few mouthfuls of tea and rice at random, pushed the plate away, and opened the small locked box next to his pillow, which contained his code book, and the Religious Affairs Office had its own independent code book, and he did not have his own radio station, and he had to keep in touch with the Religious Affairs Office and the headquarters of the New Taoism, Yun Jiguan, through the radio station of the Hangzhou station.

He wrote a letter to Dai Jie: Dai Daoyou: The book of the Truth Office has been received and handed over to the person who should receive it.

The pamphlet was completed by the Office of Truth, and according to Zhang Haogu, it was written by his naturalized people. I think I'm underestimating the level of these scum. Relying on the book of the Old Testament, the same people they wrote were actually qualified to go to the Sitong system, although it is still difficult to look at Lanling Xiaoxiao, but it is easy to kill the monks of Dengcao in seconds.

You Ling is regarded as a lowly by Zhu Chongba, but these lovely artistic performers are indispensable in this academic debate, if "The Four Jinshi" does not have Song Shixiong, what is the meaning of this story? From tomorrow onwards, some immoral jokes will be passed on by word of mouth in this earthly paradise.

Off topic: I really can't stand the pseudo-mother's fun of those boring literati, and I was confessed by a child who sang Xiaodan a few days ago. It's a crime to shoot at Zhengtai, Mrs. Luo or something, it's even more of an evil way, can a pseudo-mother cultivate a young man? I find it difficult. Otherwise, in the future, it is necessary to set a rule, and every year Daosheng must participate in militia military training and queue drills.

After writing the letter, he used the code book to compile the code, and the day after tomorrow, a traffic officer from Hangzhou Station would come to receive his message.

Tomorrow, the wind will blow even stronger in the lesson plans in Hangzhou. Zhang Yingchen went to Chuáng with a satisfied smile.

The Hangzhou lesson plan was nothing more than a small religious controversy in the old time and space. Except for the Catholic Church of Hangzhou and the Buddhists who fought against it, there was not much of a stir in the city. On the whole, it does not go beyond the scope of the theological debate between the two sides.

But this time, the lesson plan that was instigated by the Taoist leader and triggered in advance went in a different direction. The wave it set off greatly surprised Huang Zhen and others.

Gao Xuan still came to Wanbi Bookstore to read this day, as usual, to read the collection of ancient and modern books, just sat down, drank a sip of hot tea, and was sitting quietly waiting for the sweat to dry up a little, when he suddenly heard several scholars who were often in the bright room outside Wenxi Hall talking loudly, foaming at the mouth. Gao Xuanyuan didn't care: these people often argued there on weekdays, talking about something inexplicable - I don't know what to do. Gao Xuan probably knew that they were all Yangmingliu.

But what they talked about today was different from what they were talking about on a regular day, and it seemed that they were talking about the Ctessi. The Cross Sect has a temple in the local area, there are a few bearded Taixi monks, and there are quite a few gentry and scholars in the local area, and Gao Xuan has heard more or less about it, but he has always known very little. I don't care much either.

What he heard was all "sè", which could be called "very yellow and violent", and he couldn't help but prick up his ears. I can hear some people talking about all kinds of filthy deeds in the Cross Religion, and they can talk about it with great relish, and they can listen attentively, and from time to time some people are making noise.

Gao Xuan originally wanted to study quietly, but this would be a little itchy by their nonsense. I can't even read the book anymore. I couldn't help but put down the book and paced to the side room.

The momentum of the discussion in the wing room had already attracted most of the Confucian scholars and scholars in the Wenxi Hall, and they gathered outside to listen to the people in it.

I saw that the most energetic thing in the wing room was a man with a big cake face and a jujube kernel head, tall and with a pair of bright eyes, a mustache, a thin neck and a big head, and ruddy skin. He doesn't look like a peaceful person. Although he was dressed in tattered clothes, he didn't look like a scholar at all, but Gao Xuan knew that this person's name was Zhuang Haoren, who was originally a local family, and he had read a lot of books when he was young. It is said that the alchemy and silver were not refined, but a piece of the beard on the face was burned, and later he helped out in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, told the "thin horses" the rhythm of the song card and the lyrics, and also painted the Spring Palace for the novels of the bookstore, of course, there are also things like gathering people to fight. In short, this is a typical "Sven scum".

Although Zhuang Haoren misbehaved, he had a lot of knowledge in his stomach, and he also had some medical skills, and he had a lot of experience in Wang Shouren's "heart science", and he also talked with people when he had spare time. After the opening of Wanbi Bookstore, Zhuang Haoren also came and went here from time to time to read and talk nonsense with others. Zhao Yingong treats all those who come to read the book equally, as long as he can abide by the order in the bookstore.

“… Let's go and take a look at this Cruciform Dog Treasure! Zhuang Haoren saw that the atmosphere was almost over, raised his arms and exhaled, and took the audience below with him. He had already received money from people a few days ago, and asked him to bring some scholars and scholars to Tianshui Bridge to embarrass the people of the church, making a big noise.

Zhuang Haoren has no ill feelings towards foreign monks, and he has nothing to do with religious people, but since he has received people's silver, of course he has to work, and he has instigated the scholars of the Wanbi Bookstore in three times and two times, and more than half of them are to see the excitement, and everyone wants to see which of the Zen monks or the Taixi priests is more clever.

Gao Xuan also involuntarily followed the crowd towards the Tianshui Bridge.

On this side of Tianshui Bridge, many people have gathered, in addition to ordinary citizens and idlers, there are many people dressed as scholars, and some are monks and Taoists, all of whom go inside, wanting to squeeze to the door of the church to see the excitement.

Gao Xuan heard a commotion from a distance. From time to time, there were laughter and shouts, and he involuntarily quickened his pace and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

I finally squeezed to the front, but I saw a group of Confucian scholars and several monks in square scarves and Taoist robes gathered in front of the church, about a dozen people, who were noisy and shouting there, pointing and pointing. There were a few articles posted on the wall of the church, and Gao Xuan tried his best to lean over and take a closer look, and he could barely come up with the titles "Distinguishing the Beginning of Heaven and Distinguishing the Second Theory of Heaven" and "Proving Falsehood".

Gao Xuan hadn't read these three articles, but under the secret operation of Zhang Daochang, these three chapters had already been printed as unveiling posts and distributed in the streets and alleys of the city to strengthen their momentum. Although Huang Zhen, Zhang and others didn't know what was going on, they thought that they had received a lot of help, and they became more and more energetic, and went to the door of the church every day to call for a battle, asking the church to come out and debate.

However, the Hangzhou Church has taken the same countermeasures as in history, no matter how you shout and shout outside, I will stand still and be as safe as Mount Tai. Ignore it. Diffuse and watchful, the ceremony was held as usual, as if it was being turned a blind eye...