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Chapter 55 Western Priests

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    Yang Ling turned his gaze, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a soft hat and a long-sleeved official uniform standing next to this young man with pink make-up.  , Presumably a father and son.  It's just that this middle-aged scribe is a bit fatter, and the weather in early spring and February is still very cold, and there are traces of sweat on his delicate skin.

    "This" Yang Ling was a little embarrassed. He didn't know whether this sentence really came from a Buddhist scripture. When he heard the little scholar utter several Buddhist scriptures that he had never heard before,  Then he knew that he was a real scholar and had a lot of research on Buddhism, so he dared to answer it indiscriminately, so he could only laugh dryly: "Uh this, hehe, I am good at reading but don't seek to understand it. I really can't think of which book it is.  There are allusions in the scriptures."

    The little scholar rolled his dark eyeballs, and suddenly said with a sly smile: "I see, this brother is just making up something casually to make the lady happy, and he is really quick-witted, admiring, admiring."

    The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "My son is talking nonsense."  Although he reprimanded him, he talked and laughed and feasted, obviously doting on his son, and there was a loving father's expression on his brows.

    The little scholar said unconvinced: "In the first place, sister, but your husband-in-law often talks nonsense to make you happy?"

    Han Youniang blushed, and spit on him lightly. She blushed, but looked back at Yang Ling sweetly. The tenderness could no longer be concealed. The young man clapped his hands and smiled, "The flowers and moons in the sky, the spring breeze in the bridge, the smoke on the bridge  Liu, beauty is beautiful, but how can it compare to the eyebrows like spring mountains and eyes like autumn water when a woman is in love? When my sister looked at her husband, she smiled so sweetly and beautifully, but I think your husband is handsome and talented.  He must be a master who is used to coaxing people, you have to watch carefully, and be careful that he is promiscuous."

    Han Youniang snorted, and was about to open her mouth to refute, when she suddenly thought of Ma Lian'er, such a beautiful woman, even a girl like her would be moved by seeing her, but she was willing to follow Yang Ling, and was willing to be a concubine.  Xianggong is really used to coaxing people, so that the girl was so confused that she gave her heart to him. Thinking of her, she couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at Yang Ling.

    The middle-aged scholar smiled and touched his son's head, and said angrily, "Nonsense!" He bowed his hands to Yang Ling and said with a smile, "Young master, please forgive me for being naughty."

    Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, the young master is smart and knowledgeable, like a jade in the rough, he will definitely be the number one scholar in the future."

    The little scholar had a half-smile on his face when he heard this, and his expression was a little weird.  Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't know his name, Yang Ling didn't intend to chat with him, so he said, "I'm going to enter the temple with my wife to offer incense, so I won't accompany you."

    The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "It's all right, sir, please go ahead."

    Yang Ling took the young lady to walk a few steps along the long corridor, when the young master suddenly yelled from behind: "Hey, brother, you haven't said yet, why did you look back at me more than five hundred times in your previous life?"

    Yang Ling turned back and smiled and said, "Well There are only two kinds of people who can keep me looking back, one is a beautiful woman who is extremely beautiful, and the other is a rascal who owes money and won't pay it back.  What kind of person are you, brother?"  After he finished speaking, he laughed and pulled the young lady away quickly.

    The little scholar patted the small gold-painted fan, and weighed it seriously for a while: "Thispeerless beauty? Not right. A rascal who owes moneyseems not right, ah, this kid is playing tricks.  I".

    The little scholar regained his composure, and ran after him angrily. The middle-aged scribe couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to shake his head and smile.  Coming out, quietly followed.

    The middle-aged scholar followed slowly behind, and an old servant dressed as a family member came up to help him, and said softly: "Master, it's getting late, 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 argue with him, so let him play for a while."

    The old servant nodded and bowed to support the fat middle-aged man as he strode into the Vajra Hall with great difficulty. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the direction of the Heavenly King Hall.  : "Go and see, what happened?"

    Passing through the hall, I saw a few Tibetan monks with high crowns and red robes standing on the platform in front of the Hall of Heavenly Kings, five people in long robes standing under the steps, and one lying on the ground, where the two sides were arguing.

    The little scholar stood together with Yang Ling and Youniang stretching their necks to watch the fun, and six or seven sturdy men stood around them, as if they were also tourists watching the fun, but they were already faintly protecting them in the middle.

    A few Tibetan monks on the steps yelled and yelled, and the tall and thin robed men below the stage also gesticulated, usingAn even weirder voice protested loudly, looking extremely angry.

    Yang Ling saw a few Tibetan monks on the platform, and he already knew that he had entered the wrong temple gate today. He couldn't help feeling even more strange seeing a few long-robed men with high nose bridges and deep eye sockets next to the copper tripod at the bottom of the steps, all of European and American race.  The two groups of people quarreled with each other for a long time, when a tall Westerner suddenly stepped out from the bottom of the steps, blushing and roaring loudly: "Under the whole world, is it the land of the king? Is it the land of the king on the shore of the land?"  Minister, you drive us away, you are unreasonable!"

    The little boy looked at his father and couldn't help laughing. The Tibetan monk on the stage also said angrily in Chinese: "It's not uswe don't take you in. You Western monks have bad intentions.  If you bring someone who is sick, it will be contagious."

    The foreigners in the audience shook their heads repeatedly and said: "No, no, the disease he is suffering from is not a plague, it will not be contagious." People on both sides argued with each other in stuttering Chinese, only Yang Ling who stood beside him could vaguely understand  perhaps.

    It turned out that these foreigners were missionaries from France (Spain and Portugal), who had been in Daming for three years, and just a few days ago they successfully developed their first believer in Daming, a man suffering from an incurable disease,  The beggar, who was festering and dying, took him back to the Huguo Temple where he was staying as if he had found a treasure, and taught him Catholic doctrine while taking care of him.  Those monks were worried that the patient's disease would be contagious, so they drove them out after several unsuccessful negotiations.

    Yang Ling saw that these foreign missionaries were helping a Han Chinese. Although they had selfish intentions to develop followers, it was considered a good deed, so he stepped forward to help him reason, but those foreign monks were completely unreasonable and never mentioned the Buddhist  Compassion.

    The little scholar and his father whispered a few words, beckoned to a servant and gave a few low orders. The servant rushed to the platform and said a few words to a deacon's lama.  Money, sesame oil and money, immediately smiled, and fully agreed to their request to take in Western missionaries.

    Naturally, it would not be a problem to arrange an independent small courtyard for them in this large temple that occupies an area of ??ten feet. They made a big fuss today to drive away these Westerners.  In my eyes, these blond and blue-eyed foreign monks are uncivilized barbarians and cannibals.

    Those missionaries couldn't help being overjoyed that they had a place to live. They stepped forward to thank the kind man and the outspoken Yang Ling.  It was the leader of this group of priests who kept thanking Yang Ling and the little scholar in very bad Chinese.

    Yang Ling was very curious about these missionaries. In his impression, the Western missionaries who came to China in the early days were relatively civilized and upright. It was indeed out of fanatical religious beliefs that they worked so hard to preach in the East, so we had a polite chat with them.  A few words.

    These missionaries came to the East to preach under the order of the Holy See, and when they encountered obstacles everywhere, few people were willing to answer them. At this moment, when Yang Ling took the initiative to chat, the missionaries were very excited, and immediately stammered and introduced their own situation.

    It turned out that this missionary was called Sha Sige. He and a dozen other missionaries organized a mission to the East under the order of the Franciscan Jesuits. At first, they moved to India, but the promotion of the teachings was not ideal.  Different teachings were beaten to death by the aborigines.

    Later, they heard that there was a stronger and more civilized country to the east, so they left India and came to the Ming Dynasty by sea. As a result, when the fleet arrived in Malacca, it was detained by the local indigenous army. Later, they bought the guards and passed local merchants.  Smuggled to Japan, leaving behind a few priests, the remaining five people landed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang by boat, and came to Daming.

    However, it is obviously difficult to promote the Gospel of God in the Han area. For the common people, a god who breaks off a man's bone and creates a woman is not as powerful as Nuwa Empress who kneaded earth to become a human being.  Men and women understand etiquette, righteousness and shame, and let them hang out in the orchard with their buttocks naked all day long. This kind of half-god is obviously not as attractive as the amicable Tathagata Buddha and the Taishang Laojun who can exorcise demons and subdue demons.

    So these five missionaries spent more than two years in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, but did not develop a single believer, so they came to the capital in desperation, hoping to be summoned by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, so that they would have the opportunity to convey the teachings in Daming.

    In order to be more easily accepted by the Han people, they now wear robes and study the Four Books and Five Classics. In order to cater to the Chinese concept of a round sky and a round earth, they even redraw a map of the world that they brought, and put China in the right place.  It can be said that they have paid enough money, but it is a pity that the officials of the Ministry of Rites heard that they were not the envoys who came to meet the Celestial Dynasty on behalf of a small foreign country, so they drove them out.

    The little scholar heard it interesting, and couldn't help interjecting: "Where is your country and how big is it?"

    Sha Sige stammered and said: "In the far, far west, it takes a long, long time to take a boat. Our country was originally very small, not as big as Jiangsu and Zhejiang Roads, but Castile 20 years ago  The Queen married our King of Aragon, our two countries have merged, and the country is now much, much larger than the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces."

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