"This matter is inappropriate." Zhao Yingong immediately raised an objection. "Jesus will be very clear. Now we are the only ones who have the Chinese version of "The Old and New Testaments". Many of the chapters cited by Bai Yang's article have not been translated in this time and space. Jesus will not be stupid, they will definitely be aware of the connection."

Zhang Yingchen threw down the cherry stem in his hand, picked up a towel and wiped his mouth: "I am going to use Sigao's version of the Bible..."[]

"Is there any difference? No." Zhao Yingong shook his head, "No matter what version you use, only our family has the Chinese version of the Bible at present. So Bai Yang's article cannot be used - I definitely don't agree."

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

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

"What a pity." He sighed regretfully, as if he was very sorry. He then asked, "Have I asked you to get the booklet ready?"

"Okay." Zhao Yingong untied a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the padlock on a small cabinet in the study, took out a tightly enclosed booklet from it, and handed it to Zhang Yingchen. This is a sample of the anti-religious booklets printed by the printing factory of Wanbi Bookstore. There are two types of them: one is to corrupt Catholicism and the other is to corrupt Buddhism, all of which are masterpieces of the Truth Office of the Big Library. Zhang Yingchen was preparing to take advantage of this opportunity of Hangzhou lesson plan to spread in large quantities in the local area, destroying the reputation of the two religions.

"You can take it back first and see if there is anything wrong with it. After making a reservation, I will bring it up quickly. I will organize someone to print it in batches." Zhao Yingong reminded.

“Are printing workers reliable?”

"No problem, they can't leave Phoenix Villa now, and their families have sent me to Lingao." Zhao Yingong smiled, "Unless they are crazy and don't want their wife and children to live. Once the lesson plan is over, I will send these craftsmen back to Lingao to use for Zhou Dongtian, and recruit another group of workers."

Zhang Yingchen quietly left the city before closing the city gate. He is now very careful when he goes to Wanbi Bookstore every time he goes to avoid making people realize that he has an unusual friendship with Mr. Zhao.

The Ming and Qing dynasties were waiting for him, and there was tea and food on the table. He told him that the master who "he Da Yao" sent someone to invite him today.

"What do you say to him?"

"I said, Master, you have gone to Yunyou. I don't know when you will come back. I will tell you as soon as you come back." Ming and Qing were a very smart boy.

"Haha, that's right." Zhang Yingchen gently patted the little Taoist boy on the shoulder. The little Taoist boy looked pretty... He remembered an interesting thing that happened to the gentry's house where he was invited to "He Da Yao" a few days ago, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You go to bed first. I still have some things to do. Don't have to serve me here." The Taoist priest said, rubbing the young Taoist priest's tender shoulders gently.

After leaving Ming and Qing Dynasties, he cut the candlestick left by the Taoist priest in the house and lit the second candle. The illumination of the earth wax was pitifully low. It was almost impossible to read or write just by lighting a candle.

Zhang Yingchen had a few random bites of tea and rice, pushed the plate away, and opened the locked small box beside his pillow. Inside was his password book. The Religious Affairs Office had its own independent password book. He did not have his own radio station. He had to keep in touch with the Religious Office and the headquarters of the New Taoism through the radio station of Hangzhou Station.

He wrote a letter to Dai E:

Fellow Daoist:

The book from the Office of Truth has been received and handed over to the person who accepts it. It is interesting to watch the old monk performing a Vajra appearance.

The anti-cultural booklet has been polished by the Office of Truth. According to Zhang Haogu, this was written by the naturalized people in his place. I think I underestimated the level of these gentlemen. With the Old Testament book as a supporter, the fan they wrote was actually qualified to be in the Silicon General. Although it is still difficult to see Lanling smile, it is easy to kill the monks and others in seconds.

The actors were regarded as a lowly person by Zhu Chongba, but these lovely art performers are indispensable in this academic debate. If the Four Jinshis did not have Song Shixiong, what else is the meaning of this story? From tomorrow, some indecent jokes will be passed down from word to mouth in this earth and heaven.

Off topic: I really can't stand the fun of those boring literati. A few days ago, I was confessed by a child who sang Xiaodan. It was a crime to attack Zhengtai, and Luotai and other things are even more evil. Can siss make a vital young man? I think it's difficult. Otherwise, I would just set a rule in the future. Daosheng will participate in militia military training and add queue exercises every year.

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

Tomorrow, the strong wind in the lesson plan in Hangzhou City will blow even harder. Zhang Yingchen went to bed with a satisfied smile.

The Hangzhou lesson plan was just a small religious debate in the old time and space. Apart from the believers of the Catholic Hangzhou Association and the Buddhists who fought against it, there was no big wave in the city. Overall, it did not exceed the scope of theological debate between the two sides.

However, this time the lesson plan that was incited by the Taoist priest in advance went in another direction. The wave it set off was far beyond the expectations of Huang Zhen and others.

Gao Xuan still went to Wanbi Bookstore to read books on this day, as usual, to read the collection of ancient and modern books. He just sat down and took a sip of hot tea, and was sitting quietly waiting for the sweat to dry up. Suddenly, he heard several scholars often in the Ming Dynasty outside Wenxi Hall talking loudly, and their mouths were flying. Gao Xuanyuan didn't care: these people often argued there on weekdays, talking about something inexplicably unknown. Gao Xuan probably knew that they were all from Yangmingliu.

But what they talked about today is different from what they usually say. It seems to be a matter of the Taixi Cross. The Cross Cult has temples locally and several big bearded monks. There are quite a few local gentry and scholars who believe it. Gao Xuan has also heard of it more or less, but he has always known very little.

Don't care much.

At this moment, what he heard was "lustful" and was "very yellow and violent", and he couldn't help but prick up his ears. He heard someone talking about the various filthy behaviors in the Cross religion, and he talked with relish, and people were concentrating, and from time to time, he was still making fun of him.

Gao Xuan originally wanted to study quietly, but this made them feel a little itchy. He couldn't even look down on the books. He couldn't help but put down the books and walked to the side room.

The momentum of discussion in the wing room has attracted most of the Confucian scholars and scholars in Wenxi Hall to gather outside to listen to the people in it.

The most exciting thing in the wing room was a man with a big pie face and a jujube pit head. He was tall and had a pair of bright little eyes, a mustache, a thin neck and a big head, and a rosy skin. He looked not a sloppy person. Although he was wearing a ragged outfit, he didn't look like a reading book at all.

Gao Xuan knew that this person - this person's name is Zhuang Haoren. He was originally a native family. He had read a lot of books when he was young. After his family fell, he mingled in the city and became a "wandering man". It is said that the alchemy and silver burned, but the beard on his face was burned off. Later, he helped the Chuguan in Qinlou, and told the "slim horses" about the rhythm of Qupai Cipai and Pai, and also painted the Spring Palace for the novels in the bookstore. Of course, there are also things like gathering people to fight. In short, this is a typical "superbent scum".

Although Zhuang Haoren is not good at doing things, he has a lot of knowledge in his stomach and is proficient in medical skills. He also has a lot of experience in Wang Shouren's "heart learning". When he has free time, he also talks with others. After the opening of Wanbi Bookstore, Zhuang Haoren also goes here to read and talk nonsense from time to time. Zhao Yingong treats all those who read books equally, as long as he can abide by the order in the bookstore.

"………………Let's go and see the ox, yellow dog treasure of the Cross Cult!" Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Zhuang Haoren raised his arms and took all the listeners below to run away. He had already collected money from people a few days ago and asked him to take some scholars and scholars to Tianshui Bridge to make things difficult for the church and make the news.

Zhuang Haoren had no disgust towards foreign monks and had no ties with the religious scholars. However, since he had collected money from others, he had to work. He incited all the scholars in Wanbi Bookstore in a few seconds - most of them were to watch the fun, and everyone wanted to see which Zen monk or Taixi priest was better.

Gao Xuan couldn't help but follow the crowd toward Tianshui Bridge.

There have been many people gathered in Tianshui Bridge. In addition to ordinary citizens, many of them are dressed up by scholars, and some are monks and Taoists. They all walk in, wanting to squeeze into the church door to watch the fun.

Gao Xuan heard noisy sounds from afar. From time to time, laughter and shouting came out. He couldn't help but speed up and walked towards the direction where the sound came.

After finally rushing to the front, he saw a group of Confucian scholars and monks with square scarves and Taoist robes gathered in front of the church. There were about a dozen people, and they were clamoring there and pointing fingers. There were several articles posted on the screen wall of the church. Gao Xuan tried to come over and take a closer look. He could barely give the titles "The First Talk of Distinguishing the Heaven", "The Second Talk of Distinguishing the Heaven" and "The Second Talk of Distinguishing the Heaven".

Gao Xuan had never read these three articles, but under the secret operation of Master Zhang, these three chapters had long been printed and unveiled, and were circulated in the streets and alleys of the city to boost momentum. Although Huang Zhen, Zhang and others were not clear about it, they thought they had gained the power and helped them, and they became more and more energetic. They went to the church door every day to call for debate.

However, the Hangzhou church is like the countermeasures taken in history. No matter how you shout and scold outside, I will remain as calm as Mount Tai. I will ignore it and look dispersed. The ceremony is held as usual, and it seems to be turning a blind eye.
Chapter completed!