Yang Ling glanced at it, and saw that the little boy with the pink jade jade was still standing next to a middle-class man with a soft hat and a large sleeve public service, this person was white and clean, temperamental, and his appearance was similar to that of the little son, and wanted to be a father and son.Only the middle-aged scribe was fat, and the weather was still cold in early spring and February, and there were sweat marks on his delicate skin.

"This..." Yang Ling is a little embarrassed, whether this sentence is really from the Buddhist scriptures, he does not know anything, and when he heard this little book say several Buddhist scriptures that he has never heard, he knows that people are the real readers, and he has a lot of research on Buddhist studies, he dares to answer correctly, he only has to laugh: "Oh, huh, in the next good reading but not to understand, I really can't think of which scripture allusion."

The little book's lacquered eyes turned around, and suddenly smiled: "I understand, this brother's platform was invented at all, coaxing the lady is happy, really wise, admire, admire."

The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, “I’m going to stop talking nonsense.”Although he spoke and rebuked, he laughed at the feast, obviously spoiled his son, and there was a kind fatherly look between the two of them.

The little book student was unconvinced and said, “That is, sister, your family is often talking nonsense and making you happy?”

Han young lady red face, gently choked him a mouthful, she was full of blush, but sweetly looked back at Yang Ling, soft honey is no longer difficult to hide, the young man clapped his hands and smiled: "The world blooms the spring breeze, paint the bridge smoke willow, the beauty is beautiful, but how can it be compared to the woman's long eyebrows like spring mountains, eyes like autumn water?"When my sister looks at her family, she laughs sweet and beautiful, but I think you are handsome and handsome in your family, and she must be the master who is used to coaxing people, you must see more hard, be careful of his flowers and flowers.”

Han young mother snorted, just wanted to open her mouth to rebut, suddenly remembered that Ma Pian came, that kind of beautiful woman, even her a girl's family looked at are moved, but willing to talk to Yang Ling, willing to give up to the concubine, said not to be the common good really will coax people, coaxing the girls confused and handed his heart to him, thinking that she can't help but look at Yang Ling.

The middle-aged student smiled and touched his son's head and said, "Nonsense!"He smiled at Yang Ling and said, “This son, the child is stubborn, please forgive.”

Yang Ling said: "Don't dare, don't dare, make the son smart, learn from people, like jade, the future will be the talent."

The little student listened to the smile on his face, and the look was a little strange.Yang Ling saw that the middle-aged man did not know his name, and had no intention of talking with himself, he said: "Under the next time I want to enter the temple with my mother, I will accompany you less."

The middle-aged scribe smiled, “No matter, son, please.”

Yang Ling pulled the young lady just walked a few steps along the promenade, and the little boy suddenly shouted at the back: "Oh, brother, you haven't said yet, why do you look back at me more than 500 eyes in a past life?"

Yang Ling smiled back: "This ... can let me look back incessantly only two kinds of people, one is a beautiful person of the times, one is a scoundrel who owes money and does not pay back, but I don't know what kind of person you are."He laughed and walked away from the young.

The little student shoots the gold fan, quite seriously weighing half-sin: "This ... is the best of the best?"It's not right.The scoundrel who owes money . . . it seems to be wrong, ah, this boy is playing me.”

The little student returned, hummed and chased, the middle-of-the-line scribe could not resist, only to shake his head and smile, gently put his hand on it, and there were more than a dozen seemingly tourists in the surrounding corridor, and more than a dozen seemingly tourists of the man had come from quietly.

The middle-aged scribe slowly followed behind, and a old servant dressed by his family came to help him and said softly, "Lord, it's not too early, let's go back."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Oh, this child usually does not even have a playmate, it is rare for someone to accompany him to mix his mouth, let him play again."

The old servant nodded and held the fat middle-of-the-roader to step into the Kongo Temple, and suddenly heard a noisy sound in the direction of the Tianwang Temple, the Chinese looked tight, and quickly accelerated a few steps under his feet, anxiously said: "Go and see, what happened?"

Through the hall, I saw a few Tibetan monks standing on the front platform of the emperor's palace, and under the steps stood five people in robes, and there was one lying on the ground, and the two sides were quarreling there.

The little student and Yang Ling and the young mother stood together with their necks to watch the lively, and six or seven strong men stood around them, as if they were also watching the lively tourists, but they had hidden their protection in the middle.

A few Tibetan monks on the steps rattled and roared, and the thin and tall robes under the stage also pointed fingers and feet, and loudly defended themselves with a more strange voice, and were extremely angry.

Yang Ling saw that there were several Tibetan monks on the platform, and already knew that he entered the wrong temple door today, and that the man's high-nosed and deep-eye nests were next to the copper-ding steps, which were all European and American, which could not help but feel more strange.Two groups of chickens and ducks quarreled for half a day, and the next tall Westerner suddenly came out, red and roared with a huge roar: "Under the whole world, Mo is the king's land."Take the land, Mofei Wangchen, you drive us away, it makes no sense!”

The little boy looked at his father and laughed, and the Tibetan monk on the stage hummed in Chinese and said, "It's not us... don't take you, you Western monks, you Western monks, you have bad eyes, bring sick people to come, and it will infect."

The foreigners under the stage shook their heads in a row: "No, no, no, the disease he suffers from is not a plague, it will not be contagious", and people on both sides argue with each other in stammering Chinese, and Yang Ling, who is standing next to him, vaguely understand.

It turned out that these foreigners were missionaries from the Fryor (Spain and Portugal), who had been in the midst of the Great Ming for three years, and had just successfully developed their first believer in Da Ming a few days ago, a beggar suffering from incurable disease, whole-body ulceration, and dying, and as treasured to take him back to the resident fisture temple, while looking after him, and teaching him the teachings of Catholicism.The monks, fearing the disease of the patient, failed to negotiate several times and drove them out.

Yang Ling saw that these foreign missionaries were rescuing a Han Chinese, although they had the selfishness of developing believers, it was also a good thing, so they came forward to help him theory, but the monks were simply incomprehensible and did not mention the compassion of the Buddha family.

The little student whispered a few words to his father, beckoned a servant to say a few words, the servant ran to the platform, said a few words to a deacon lama, the deacon lama heard that the good man in the order to donate three thousand silver incense oil money, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, and his request for the host of Western missionaries was also fully agreed.

This ten-in-one temple, to arrange an independent small courtyard for them is naturally not a problem, they today want to drive out these Westerners, because in the eyes of the Han people, they are certainly yin and yang strange, but in their eyes, these blond and blue-eyed nobles are not open to barbarian, cannibalism.

Those missionaries have a place to shelter, can not help but feel, have come forward to the good man Yang Ling to thank the good man and righteous Yang Ling, and then went to the residence to take their own box and bedding to the backyard, the tallest foreigner seems to be the leader of this group of priests, constantly with very bad Chinese to Yang Ling and Xiaosheng thanked Yang Ling and Xiaosheng.

Yang Ling was very curious about these missionaries, and in his impression, the Western missionaries who came to China early were more civilized and upright, and indeed they worked hard to preach in the East out of fanatical religious beliefs, so they talked with them very politely.

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

It turned out that this missionary was called Shasko, and he and a dozen priests sent a group to the East to preach on the instructions of the Jesuits, and initially transferred to India, but the promotion of doctrine was not ideal, and several priests were killed by the natives 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 from the sea to the Ming Dynasty, and when they arrived in Malacca, they were detained by the local indigenous army, and later they bought guards and smuggled them to Japan through local merchants, leaving several priests, and the remaining five people landed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang by boat and came to Daming.

But God's gospel in the Han areas to promote some difficulties, for the people, a man's bones to make a woman's god can not beat the mother-in-law adult magic, and this Western god does not allow the poor men and women to understand the righteousness and shame, all day long let them bare their ass in the orchard, this half-hanging god is obviously not as attractive as a clump of Buddha and the old man who can remove the demon.

Therefore, these five missionaries have been mixed in the area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang for more than two years, and a believer has not developed, but they came to the Beijing Master, hoping to be summoned by the emperor of Daming, so as to have the opportunity to convey the teachings in Daming.

In order to be more acceptable to the Han people, they now wear robes, learn four books and five Sutras, in order to cater to the concept of the Chinese people's celestial places, even the world map has been redrawn, the Chinese side of the right position, can be described as the capital, but the official of the Ministry heard that they are not on behalf of the foreign countries to see the messenger of the Heaven Dynasty, they drove them out, and now have not seen the emperor, are about to mix up.

The little student listened to the funny, and couldn’t help but interject: “Where is your country and how big is it?”

Shas stammered: "In the far and far west, to take a long and long boat, our country was very small, not yet Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but twenty years ago, the Queen of Castile married our Aragon king, our two countries merged, the country is now much larger, larger than Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province."