Huang Zhen lay on her back in boredom, staring at the half-weaved web of the long-legged spider in the corner of the curtain. The old Shunhe Inn was a fairly sophisticated inn, and every day the owner sent a boy.
When I came in to clean up the house, this spider's web had been torn off several times, but this did not prevent this spider from stubbornly willing to be a thorn in this piece of geomantic omen that it considered to be a treasure.
"It is said that Yang attacks Buddhism and deceives Confucianism, Yin attacks Confucianism and respects oneself. Heresy and fallacy are more poisonous than insects..." Huang Zhenren murmured and repeated his proud sentences in the article "Can't Bear to Speak".
I couldn't help but raise my hand to brush off the half-woven cobweb, "Don't the clarity of the world begin in one house?"
Unfortunately, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt dizzy, and the pain in his abdomen became aggravated, forcing him to put down his arm. After such a toss, his whole body was a little weak, and he could only watch the hateful spider continue.
Weaving a web before him.
My Master, the World-Honored Buddha Sakyamuni, is above me. My disciples in white, Huang Tianxiang and Nan, bow their heads. My disciples went north to repel the evil demon (Matteo Ricci). They have not fulfilled their duty. Now, are they going to die as a guest in this foreign land?
Huang Zhen's early appearance in Hangzhou was influenced by butterfly wings as Zhang Yingchen speculated. Qiweizhan recently opened the Guangdong-Fujian-Zhejiang land passenger and freight transportation business. Although Qiwei has not been involved in road construction
With some investment, the old roads are still used, but the transportation organization is better than everyone in this time and space. The journey that many people originally considered a daunting journey has become acceptable.
It was this improvement that made Huang Zhen, who was far away in Zhangzhou, have the idea of going to Hangzhou to debate with the priests in advance. Huang Zhen, like many people at the time, would not leave his hometown unless it was really necessary, let alone cross the mountains.
Headed to Zhejiang.
Looking at the spider going its own way, Huang Xiucai, who was suffering from illness, silently congratulated him and didn't notice the footsteps at the door.
"Sir, please go ahead. This medicine box is small, so carry it on your back." Zhao Tong from Qiwei Escort Bureau led the way. This Mr. Zhang is a wandering Quanzhen Taoist, and he is currently placing orders at Qingyun Temple outside Yongjin Gate.
Although he is a Taoist priest, his medical skills are very good, and he has a good reputation for sympathizing with the poor and helping those in need. The most important thing is that he does not have the bad habit of using his skills to bully the patients. Moreover, Mr. Zhang is very important to this escort agency.
The favor of the guest Mr. Zhao - Zhao Tong knew that the shopkeeper of this account was extremely respectful when he saw Mr. Zhao, and he was also very respectful to the Taoist priest.
"No need, cultivating one's body is also cultivating one's mind." Zhang Yingchen said cheerfully. They had been walking from Qingyun Temple for almost half an hour - he declined the sedan brought to him by Zhao Tong and insisted on walking. A new person
For religions, preachers should portray an image of being pure-hearted, hard-working and simple, which helps to establish a positive image.
Zhang Yingchen, who was half a head taller than Zhao Tong, was holding a medicine box and looking at the young man sent by the Qiwei Escort Bureau to escort him. Although the treatment from the Qiwei Escort Agency was unique in this time and space, the lean man
Zhao Tong, who looks like a bamboo pole, is not the type he is satisfied with, and he doesn't know whether this young man is practicing Shajia Fighting or Shaolin Fighting. He walks with his ten toes clearly gripping the ground. This kind of walking
Habits will inevitably destroy the harmony of the entire human body, which is not beautiful.
With a flick of his tongue, Zhang Yingchen put aside his impressions of the young escort. This visit to Shunhe's old store was an exception. He wanted to promote his identity and avoid interacting with the "bell-ringing doctors" who walked around the streets.
To put it in perspective, although he does not charge any medical fees on weekdays, he generally does not come to see a doctor. If a wealthy and powerful gentry family came to invite him, he would have to back up at least half of the bill before coming to the door.
This time he made an exception because Huang Xiucai was an important part of his plan.
Tianxiang layman Huang Zhen was the initiator of the great debate between Confucian scholars and monks in Zhejiang and Zhejiang in the eighth year of Chongzhen's reign. According to records of old time and space, he should have only come to Hangzhou in 1635. However, the development of Qiwei Escort Bureau made it difficult for him to come to Hangzhou.
It became possible for Huang Zhen, who was far away in Fujian, to go north to Zhejiang and Zhejiang earlier. The subtle influence of the Time Travel Group on this time and space has reached the point where the historical information of the old time and space has begun to produce large deviations.
According to the description of the relevant information in the Great Library, Huang Zhen was a standard Confucian scholar who escaped from Zen in the late Ming Dynasty. In addition to the consciousness of a Taoist inheritor unique to this time and space scholar, he was also an enthusiastic Buddhist - he wrote
In his Zen open book "Unbearable to Speak", in addition to his hatred of Matteo Ricci, Western learning and the Jesuits, Taoism is also an existence that displeases him. From this point of view, Catholicism and he have the same thing.
The interests lie. Zhang Yingchen is thinking of ways to get rid of these people slowly in the future.
But now he still needs to make some use of it. As long as this fuse fulfills its obligations as a fuse, Zhang Yingchen follows Zhao Tong into the inn as he conceives a detailed plan for the next move.
The shopkeepers and waiters of the old Shunhe Inn had been waiting for them for a long time - the last thing an innkeeper wanted to see was a guest getting sick. It was not uncommon at that time for a traveler to be sick for several months and finally run out of money and end up trapped in an inn.
It is a huge burden for a time-honored restaurant with a certain reputation. For the sake of reputation, it is inconvenient to evict at will; it will inevitably cost money; in case of death in the inn, there will be a lot of effort and expense of asking for an autopsy and burial.
So as soon as Huang Zhen fell ill, the shopkeeper immediately sent someone to ask for medical treatment and medicine. Seeing that his condition never improved, he found out that there was a Taoist priest in Qingyunguan who had excellent medical skills, so he quickly sent someone to ask for him.
"Xiangong's disease is caused by dampness in the spleen and stomach. He goes out, eats rough food, and is not acclimatized to the soil. It is inevitable that he will feel a little uncomfortable. This disease is not a problem. I will write a prescription for Pindao, take the medicine according to the prescription, and he will be able to take it in two days.
Bed. If you want to recover quickly, just take Huoxiang Zhengqi Powder."
Zhang Yingchen felt better and looked at his complexion again. He roughly knew what he was doing. He picked up a quill and wrote the prescription while giving the medical advice to Huang Zhen who was lying on the bed.
"But the prescription Jin Antang prescribed last time was Banxia Houpu Decoction." Scholars in this era were very fond of talking about medicine, and it was a foregone conclusion that Confucian medicine replaced Taoist medicine. Huang Zhen also read some medical books on weekdays, and he could tell this
Seventy-seven or eighty years ago. Although in Zhang Yingchen's opinion, this Huang Tianxiang was a standard two-handed sword, he still had to show off in front of a professional like him.
Huang Zhen's eyes fell on the quill pen in his hand: "This pen by Taoist Master is rare!"
"This is a pen used by people in Taixi. It is easy to carry. Pindao people are people who travel around the world, so it is more convenient to carry it." Zhang Yingchen said and pulled back the words:
"The Banxia Houpu Decoction can soothe the liver qi, which is a good prescription. But in Pindao's view, Xianggong's liver qi has been stagnation for a long time. The disease comes from the seven emotions and should also be removed from the seven emotions. The Banxia Houpu Decoction can eliminate it.
The surface cannot be eliminated from the inside." Zhang Yingchen wrote the prescription while replying to this stubborn-looking Fujian scholar, "I heard that there is a great monk Yuanwu in Tiantong Temple in Ningbo who has exquisite Zen methods. When my husband is well, I might as well
If you go to visit this Zen master, Ji Feng will throw away all the worldly feelings in response, and even if you don't use Pindao's medicine, the disease will be cured by seven to eight points."
"Tiantong Temple?" Huang Zhen shook her head gently. She couldn't afford to fall ill as soon as she arrived in Hangzhou. Tiantong Temple is far away from Ningbo. Although Zen Master Yuanwu is also a person to visit in this trip, she took the liberty to come and ask him to do it.
I am afraid that this leader who rejects "profit demons" will not get his wish easily.
"The great monk of Tiantong Temple is very famous. Even in Hangzhou city, there are many scholars and gentry who follow him and convert." As if he was completely unaware of the patient's silence, Zhang Yingchen said casually while writing the prescription, "There is a monk in Hangzhou city.
The good man happened to be from the same clan as the poor Taoist. Because of his ancestor's military exploits, he raided hundreds of households. This good man Zhang once worshiped the master Lianchi and entered the Guangzi generation. Now that the master Lianchi has passed away, he often meets with the disciples of Tiantong Temple.
Zen Master Yuanwu comes and goes, and if your husband wants to pay homage to Zen Master, you might as well ask this gentleman from a hundred households for help."
Picking up the prescription paper in his hand and blowing it gently, Zhang Yingchen's eyes swept across Huang Zhen's face: the wedge had been driven into the heart of this Fujian scholar, and the show was about to begin.
When Zhang Guangtian came back from Jingci Temple, he still felt a little angry. It's no wonder that when Monk Guangdi, the supervisor of Jingci Temple, sent him out, he happened to meet Fan Xiucai, who lived in Fengshanmen, with a few people.
The family is burning wood.
It was not an ordinary piece of wood, but a statue of a god covered in gold and painted. A few rough men pulled a whole cart, no matter whether it was a Bodhisattva, an Arhat, or a Wenchang or the God of Wealth. They chopped them all into pieces of wood and used a few scrolls of Buddhist and Taoist figures to hold them on fire.
Yin, there happened to be a tea meeting. There was only one celadon Guanyin, which was finely made. Monk Guangdi couldn't see it when he passed by, so he paid a small sum of money to redeem it from the Fan family's boy, and he escaped the disaster.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Guangtian frowned. He has no sacred feeling towards religious statues - Zen Buddhism does not attach much importance to worshiping Buddha and burning incense. Many Zen temples do not even erect Buddha statues. But as a Buddhist believer, seeing
It is quite displeasing to see someone setting fire to the statue of Bodhisattva Buddha.
"Senior brother, don't you know?" Guangdi knew that Zhang Baihu had also received the Bodhisattva ordination under Zen Master Yunqi, and he was a fellow disciple of his own generation. Although he was ten years younger than himself, he was still called "senior brother".
The extremely fat and healthy monk in the prison held the porcelain Bodhisattva and laughed dryly: "This Fan Xiucai talked several times with those Western priests last year, and borrowed a few books to go back to study. He was just like Yang Qiyuan back then.
Like a gentleman, he joined the religion. His joining the religion was a big deal: now everyone in the Fan family believes in the Taixi teachings, saying that the Taishen teachings do not establish idols. The old lady of his family spread the word,
We must ban all these wooden and stone puppets who deceive others."