Yang Ling turned his eyes and saw that there was a middle-aged man wearing a soft hat and a big-sleeved official uniform standing next to this little boy with pink makeup, this person was white and clean, with a graceful temperament, and his appearance was seven points similar to that of the little boy, thinking that it was a father and son. It's just that the middle-aged scribe is a little fatter, and the weather is still cold in early spring and February, and there are sweat marks on his delicate skin.

"This" Yang Ling was a little embarrassed, whether this sentence really came from the Buddhist scriptures, he didn't know anything, as soon as he heard this little scholar angrily say several Buddhist classics that he had never heard of, he knew that people were real readers, and he had a lot of research on Buddhism, how dare he answer correctly, so he had to laugh dryly: "Uh, hehe, I read well but don't seek to understand, I really can't think of which scripture is allusion."

The little scholar's dark eyes rolled, and he suddenly said with a sly smile: "I understand, this brother Tai was originally made up casually, coaxing the lady to be happy, and he was really anxious, admired, admired."

The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "My son is talking nonsense." Although he scolded him, he smiled and feasted, obviously doting on his son, and there was a fatherly look between his eyebrows.

The little scholar said unconvinced: "Originally, sister, your father-in-law often talks nonsense and makes you happy?" ”

Han Youniang blushed and gently smacked him, her face was flushed, but she glanced back at Yang Ling sweetly, the tenderness and sweetness could no longer be concealed, the young man clapped his hands and smiled: "The flowers and moons between heaven and earth, the spring breeze, the painting bridge and the smoke and willows, the beauty is beautiful, but how can it compare to the eyebrows like spring mountains and the eyes like autumn water when the woman's love is long?" When my sister looked at her father-in-law, she smiled so sweetly and beautifully, but I see that your father-in-law is handsome and talented, and he must be a master who is used to coaxing people.

Han Youniang snorted, just wanted to open her mouth to refute, and suddenly remembered that Ma Li'er came, such a beautiful woman, even she was a girl who was thrilled, but she was willing to follow Yang Ling, willing to condescend to the concubine, maybe Xianggong is really used to coaxing people, coaxing other girls to give his heart to him in a daze, thinking that she couldn't help but glance at Yang Ling resentfully.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and touched his son's head, and said angrily: "Nonsense! As he spoke, he arched his hand to Yang Ling and smiled: "This son, the child is stubborn, please forgive me."

Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, Ling Gongzi is smart and knowledgeable, just like Puyu, he will definitely be the champion in the future."

The little scholar looked a little strange when he heard this. Yang Ling saw that the middle-aged man didn't know his name, and he had no intention of talking to himself, so he said: "I want to enter the temple with the lady to enter the incense, and I will accompany him less."

The middle-aged scribe smiled: "It's okay, son, please."

Yang Ling pulled the young lady and just walked a few steps along the corridor, when the little boy suddenly shouted behind him: "Hey, brother, you haven't said it yet, why did you look back at me more than 500 times in your previous life?" ”

Yang Ling looked back and smiled: "There are only two kinds of people who can make me look back, one is a beautiful woman with peerless beauty, and the other is a scoundrel who owes money and doesn't pay it back, I just don't know what kind of person you are, little brother." After he finished speaking, he laughed, pulled the young lady and walked away.

The little scholar patted the small gold fan and weighed it quite seriously for a long time: "This peerless beauty? Inappropriate. The scoundrel who owes money doesn't seem to be right, ahhhh

The middle-aged scribe couldn't stop it, so he shook his head helplessly and smiled, waved his hand gently, and there were more than a dozen men who looked like tourists under the corridor around him, and quietly followed.

The middle-aged scribe followed slowly behind, and an old servant dressed as a family member next to him caught up to help him and said softly: "Master, it's not early, let's go back."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Hehe, this kid usually doesn't even have a playmate, it's rare for someone to talk to him, so let him play for a while."

The old servant nodded and helped this middle-aged man who was a little obsessed to pace into the King Kong Hall with great difficulty, and suddenly heard a noisy sound in the direction of the Heavenly King Hall, and the Chinese man looked tight, and quickly sped up a few steps under his feet, and said anxiously: "Go and see, what's going on?" ”

Passing through the hall, I saw several Tibetan monks in high crowns and red robes standing on the platform in front of the Tianwang Palace, five people in robes standing under the steps, and one lying on the ground, where the two sides were arguing.

The little scholar stood with Yang Ling and the young lady standing together and craned their necks to watch the excitement, and six or seven sturdy men stood around them, as if they were also tourists watching the excitement, but they had faintly protected them in the middle.

A few Tibetan monks on the steps were grunting and roaring, and the tall and thin robed people in the audience also pointed their fingers and feet, and protested in a more strange voice, looking extremely angry.

Yang Ling saw that there were several Tibetan monks on the platform, and he already knew that he had entered the wrong temple gate today, and he couldn't help but feel even more strange when he saw a few robed men with high noses and deep eye sockets next to the copper tripod under the steps. The two groups of people quarreled with each other for a long time, and a tall Westerner suddenly came out of the crowd, blushing and roaring: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land." On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister, you drive us away, it is unreasonable! ”

The little boy and his father looked at each other, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and the Tibetan monk on the stage also said angrily in Chinese: "It's not that we don't take you in, you Western monks, you have bad hearts and eyes, and if you bring sick people, you will be infected." ”

The foreigners in the audience shook their heads again and again and said: "No, no, no, the disease he suffers from is not a plague and will not be contagious", the people on both sides argued with each other in stammering Chinese, and Yang Ling and the others standing next to him vaguely understood the general idea.

It turned out that these foreigners were missionaries from Franc Ji (Spain and Portugal), who had been in the Ming Dynasty for three years, and had just succeeded in developing their first believers in the Ming Dynasty a few days ago, a beggar who was suffering from an incurable disease, ulcerated all over his body, and was dying, so he took him back to the Huguo Temple where he was staying, and taught him the doctrines of Catholicism while taking care of him. The monks were worried about the spread of the patient's disease, and after several unsuccessful attempts, they drove them out.

Yang Ling saw that these foreign missionaries were helping a Han Chinese, although they had the selfish intention of developing believers, which was also a good deed, so he stepped forward to help him theorize, but those monks were not reasonable at all, and never mentioned the compassion of Buddhism.

The little scholar whispered a few words to his father, beckoned to a squire and gave a few low commands, and the attendant ran up to the platform and said a few words to a deacon lama, who heard that the good man under the stairs was going to donate three thousand taels of silver and sesame oil, and immediately smiled, and agreed to their request to shelter the Western missionaries.

This large temple covering an area of ten miles, it is naturally not a problem to arrange a small courtyard for them to read, they are now making a big fuss and want to drive away these Westerners, because in the eyes of the Han people, they are of course yin and yang, but in their eyes, these blonde and blue-eyed foreign monks are even more uncivilized barbarians and cannibals.

Those missionaries had a place to live, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they all stepped forward to thank the great benevolent and outspoken Yang Ling, and then went to the residence to get their own cages and bedding and moved them to the backyard.

Yang Ling was very curious about these missionaries, and he had the impression that the Western missionaries who came to China in the early days were still relatively civilized and upright, and it was indeed out of fanatical religious belief that they went to the East to preach, so he had a few polite conversations with them.

These missionaries came to the East to preach on the orders of the Holy See, and few people were willing to answer them when they ran into walls everywhere, and when they heard Yang Ling take the initiative to talk, the missionaries were very excited, and immediately stammered and took the initiative to introduce their own situation.

It turned out that this missionary was named Shascott, and he and a dozen priests were instructed by the Franco-Jesuit Society to form a mission to the East, and initially went to India, but the promotion of the doctrine was not ideal, and several priests were killed by the aborigines because of their different teachings from the locals.

Later, they heard that there was a stronger and more civilized country to the east, so they left India to come to the Ming Dynasty by sea, but when the fleet arrived in Malacca, it was seized by the local indigenous army, and later they bought the guards and smuggled them to Yuben through local merchants, leaving a few priests, and the remaining five people landed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang by boat and came to the Ming Dynasty.

But it is obviously difficult for the gospel of God to be implemented in the Han area, for the common people, a god who breaks off the bones of men to make women is not as powerful as Nuwa Niangniang's pinch of the earth, sincerity and benevolence, and this Western god does not allow the poor men and women to know how to be polite, righteous and shameful, and let them sway in the orchard with their bare butts all day long.

Therefore, these five missionaries have been mixed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for more than two years, and not a single believer has developed, so they came to Beijing in desperation, hoping to be summoned by the Ming Emperor, so that they can have the opportunity to convey the teachings in the Ming Dynasty.

In order to be more acceptable to the Han people, they now changed to wear robes, study the Four Books and Five Classics, and in order to cater to the Chinese's concept of a round place, they even redrew a map of the world they brought, changing China to a proper position, which can be described as a sufficient amount of money, but unfortunately the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies heard that they were not envoys who came to meet the Celestial Empire on behalf of a small foreign state, so they drove them out, and they have not seen the emperor until now, and they are about to become called Hanako.

The little scholar listened with amusement and couldn't help but interject: "Where is your country and how big is it?" ”

Shaske stammered: "In the far, far west, it takes a long, long boat, our country was originally very small, not as big as Jiangsu, Zhejiang, but twenty years ago the queen of Castile married our king of Aragon, and our two countries merged, and the country is now much, much bigger, bigger than Jiangsu, Zhejiang."

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