Yang Ling's eyes turned and saw a middle-aged man wearing a soft hat and big sleeves standing next to the young man with a pink makeup. This man was fair and elegant, with a 70% similar appearance to the young man. It was thought to be a father and son. However, the middle-aged scholar was a little fat, and the weather was still cold in early spring in February, and sweat marks appeared on his delicate skin.

"This" Yang Ling was a little embarrassed. He knew nothing about whether this sentence really came from Buddhist scriptures. When he heard the little scholar angrily say several Buddhist scriptures that he had never heard before, he knew that they were real scholars and had a lot of research on Buddhism. How could he dare to answer it randomly? He could only smile dryly: "Uh, this, haha, I am good at reading but I don't want to understand it. I really can't think of the allusion in which scripture it is."

The little scholar's black eyes turned and suddenly smiled and said with a smile: "I understand. This brother turned out to be a casual fabrication to make the lady happy. It was indeed urgent and wise, and admired, and admired."

The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense." Although he was scolding, he was obviously very doting on his son with a smile and a kind father-like expression between his eyebrows.

The little scholar said unconvincedly: "It was, sister, your husband often talks nonsense to make you happy?"

Han Youniang blushed and spat gently. Her face was blushing, but she looked back at Yang Ling sweetly. The tenderness and sweetness could no longer be concealed. The young man clapped his hands and smiled: "The flowers, moon, spring breezes in the world, and the willows are beautiful, but how can it be compared to the long-lasting eyebrows of a woman like spring mountains and eyes like autumn water? When my sister looked at her husband, she smiled so sweetly and beautifully. But I see that your husband is handsome and talented, he must be a person who is accustomed to coaxing people. You should be careful and be careful that he is flirting with flowers and plants."

Han Youniang snorted, and was about to open her mouth to retort, but suddenly she remembered Ma Lian'er, such a beautiful woman, even when she was a girl, she was moved, but she was willing to follow Yang Ling and willing to be a concubine. She might be accustomed to coaxing people, so she gave her heart to him in a daze. Thinking of her, she couldn't help but glance at Yang Ling with resentment.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and touched his son's head, and said angrily: "Nobody!" As he said that, he bowed to Yang Ling and smiled: "This young man is a naughty child, so please forgive me."

Yang Ling hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not, I will make the young master smart and knowledgeable. I am like a rough jade. I will definitely be the top scholar in the future."

The little scholar smiled and looked a little strange when he heard this. Seeing that the middle-aged man was not familiar with his name, Yang Ling had no intention of talking to himself, so he said, "I'm going to the temple with my wife to enjoy incense, so I'll spend less time with me."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "It's okay, please give me a gift."

Yang Ling pulled the young lady and walked a few steps along the corridor. The young master suddenly shouted behind him: "Hey, brother, you haven't said that, why did you look back at me in your previous life?"

Yang Ling turned around and smiled, "There are only two kinds of people who can keep looking back. One is a beautiful woman, and the other is a rogue who owe money but doesn't pay it back. I just don't know which kind of person you are, little brother." After he said that, he laughed and pulled the young lady away quickly.

The little scholar patted the small golden fan and weighed it carefully for a while: "This peerless beauty? It's not appropriate. The rogue who owe money seems to be inappropriate. Oh, this kid is fooling me."

The little scholar recalled the taste and angrily chased after him. The middle-aged scholar could not stop him. He could only shake his head helplessly and gently waved his hand. More than a dozen men who seemed to be tourists appeared in the surrounding corridors and followed him quietly.

The middle-aged scholar followed slowly behind him, and an old servant dressed in his family next to him rushed over to help him and whispered: "Master, it's getting late, so let's go back."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Haha, this child doesn't even have a playmate. It's rare that someone quarrels with him, so let him play for a while."

The old servant nodded and hurriedly supported the fat middle-aged man, strolling into the Vajra Hall with great difficulty. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the direction of the Heavenly King Hall. The Chinese man looked tight and quickly accelerated his feet and said anxiously: "Go and see, what happened?"

After passing through the hall, I saw several Tibetan monks with high crowns and red robes standing on the platform in front of the Heavenly King Hall. Five people in long robes stood under the steps, and one was lying on the ground, and the two sides were quarreling there.

The little scholar, Yang Ling and the young lady stood together and stretched her neck to watch the fun. Six or seven strong men stood around them, as if they were tourists watching the fun, but they had already vaguely protected them in the middle.

Several Tibetan monks on the steps roared, and the tall and thin men in the robe below the stage also pointed and defended loudly in a more strange voice, looking extremely angry.

Yang Ling saw several Tibetan monks on the platform, and knew that he had entered the wrong temple gate today. When he saw a few men with long robes beside the bronze tripod under the steps, he felt stranger even more. The two groups of people and chickens were quarreled with ducks for a long time. A tall Westerner suddenly came out from the crowd, blushing and shouted: "All the world is the king's land. The shores of the earth are the king's ministers. You drive us away, unreasonable!"

The young man looked at each other with his father and couldn't help laughing. The Tibetan monk on the stage also said in Chinese in anger: "It's not that we won't take you in. You Western monks are not good-minded and will be infected if you bring sick people."

The foreigner in the audience shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, the disease he suffered from is not a plague and will not be contagious." The people on both sides argued with each other in stuttering Chinese. Only then did Yang Ling and the others standing next to him vaguely understand the general idea.

It turned out that these foreigners were missionaries from Florence (Spain and Portugal) who had been in the Ming Dynasty for three years. A few days ago, they had just successfully developed their first believer in the Ming Dynasty. A beggar who suffered from incurable diseases and had a ulcer of body ulceration and was dying, took him back to the Huguo Temple where he was staying. While taking care of him, he taught him the teachings of Catholicism. The monks were worried that the patient's disease would be contagious, so they failed to negotiate several times, so they drove them out.

When Yang Ling saw that these foreign missionaries were helping a Han man. Although he had the selfish desire to develop the believers, it was a good deed, he came forward to help him argue. However, the monks were simply unreasonable and did not mention the compassion of Buddhism.

The young scholar whispered a few words to his father, waved to a servant and gave a few instructions. The servant rushed to the platform and said a few words to a deacon's lama. When the deacon heard that the good man at the stairs was going to donate three thousand taels of silver, incense and oil, he immediately smiled and agreed to their request to accommodate Western missionaries.

It is naturally no problem to arrange an independent courtyard for this big temple, which covers an area of ​​ten. Today, they are trying to drive away these Westerners. In the eyes of the Han people, they are certainly sarcastic, but in their eyes, these blond and blue-eyed foreign monks are even more uncivilized barbarians and cannibals.

The missionaries were so happy that they came forward to thank the great charity and the righteous Yang Ling, and then went to the residence to pick up their own boxes, cages and bedding to the backyard. The tallest foreigner seemed to be the leader of this group of priests, constantly thanking Yang Ling and the young scholar in very poor 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. They did work hard to preach in the East because of their fanatical religious beliefs, so they talked with them politely.

These missionaries came to the East to preach according to the orders of the Holy See. Few people were willing to answer them when they encountered walls everywhere. When they heard Yang Ling take the initiative to talk, the missionary was very excited and immediately stammered and took the initiative to introduce their situation.

It turned out that this missionary was named Shasigor. He and more than a dozen priests formed a group to preach in the East under the instructions of the Franji Jesuits. They first moved to India, but the promotion of doctrine was not ideal. Several priests were beaten to death by the indigenous people because they were different from the doctrines of the locals.

Later they heard that there was a more powerful and 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, they were detained by local indigenous troops. Later, they bribed the guards and smuggled to Japan through local merchants, leaving behind several priests. The remaining five landed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang on a boat and arrived in the Ming Dynasty.

However, it is obviously difficult to implement the gospel of God in the Han areas. For the common people, a god who breaks off a man's bones to create a woman is not as powerful as Nuwa Niangniang's earth to become a man. Moreover, this Western god does not allow the poor men and women to know how to be polite, righteous and honest, and let them sway in the orchard barely all day long. This half-baked god is obviously not as attractive as the kind Tathagata Buddha and the Taishang Laojun who can eliminate demons and subdue demons.

Therefore, these five missionaries had been in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas for more than two years, and no believer developed it. In desperation, they came to the capital, hoping to be summoned by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty so that they could have the opportunity to convey the doctrine in the Ming Dynasty.

In order to be more easily accepted by the Han people, they now change their robes and learn the Four Books and Five Classics. In order to cater to the concept of the Chinese people's concept of the world, they even re-drawn the world map they brought, changing China to its rightful position, which was a lot of money. Unfortunately, officials of the Ministry of Rites heard that they were not envoys who came to Jin to meet the Celestial Empire on behalf of a small country in another country, so they drove them out. Until now, they had not seen the emperor and were almost beggars.

The little scholar was interesting to hear and couldn't help but interrupt, "Where is your country? How big is it?"

Shasiga stuttered: "In the far and far west, it takes a long boat. Our country was originally very small and not as big as Jiangsu and Zhejiang Road. However, twenty years ago, Queen Castile married our King Aragon and our two countries merged. The country is now much bigger and bigger than Jiangsu and Zhejiang Road."

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Chapter completed!