Five days later, Chang'an.

Li Er and the eldest grandson looked at each other awkwardly and helplessly, and the old eunuch Fang stood aside a little respectfully, quietly waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's next summons.

"Second brother!" Empress Changsun held the "Legend of the White Lady" in her hand, which she had already watched twice, and said to Li Er with a smile: "It seems that we are all mistaken!" ”

"It's wrong, it's wrong, nothing big happened anyway." Li Er propped his hands on his knees and said in a deep voice: "However, this bastard boy's method seems to be really good, during this time, the people near Chang'an have rarely discussed things like natural disasters." ”

Empress Changsun flipped the book in her hand to the next chapter, 'Bai Suzhen Yongzhen Leifeng Tower', sighed and said: "Yes, the concubine heard that everyone is discussing whether Bai Suzhen's son can be admitted to the top prize!" You said that Qian'er is too, why do you have to write half of a good story, this is not up or down, it is so sad. ”

"What's so sad about this, you are his mother, just let him write the back and send it back, and he has nothing to do outside." Li Erman waved his hand nonchalantly, a little unimpressed by the entanglement of Empress Changsun.

In the discussion of the most honorable couple in the Tang Dynasty, an incident that almost provoked a fight between the Confucian and Buddhist families was as if it had never happened.

What Li Er cares about is Li Chengqian's thoughts and attitudes, as long as that kid is not deliberately tossing around, then a little mess is actually understandable, and the starting point of the bastard boy must be good.

And the same is true of Empress Changsun, she is concerned about Li Chengqian's safety and physical condition, and it is also not important that a very small number of people have psychological depression because of one.

However, as the parties involved in the 'unimportant little things', the monks were very depressed, and Li Er's inaction made them feel very incomprehensible.

This incident, the monks were completely unjustified, obviously this matter had nothing to do with them, but the temple was almost smashed.

It's all because of that broken book, damn it, the 'negative' characters in that book are just one example! Why does it affect the entire Buddhist system because of one case at a time, are these scholars stupid to read? Have you read all the books in the donkey's belly?

"How's it going, have you found the author of the book?" In the abbot's meditation room in the backyard of Xingzenji Temple, the hosts of several surrounding temples gathered together to discuss the battle.

"No, all the monasteries around Chang'an have been checked, and there is no disciple named 'Mingkong'." The one who answered was a middle-aged monk, if Yang Tianhe was satisfied, he could recognize it at a glance, this was the stupid guy who was robbed by them last time.

After listening to the middle-aged monk's conclusion, the presiding master of the Inspiration Temple frowned: "Then this is strange, is this 'Mingkong' really a layman?" But if it is a layman, why should he have such a Zen name? ”

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "I don't know, it's just that there is no 'Ming' character among the disciples of recent generations, so the little monk thinks that this person is not a Buddhist disciple at all." ”

Although the middle-aged monk has some status in Xingshan Temple, if he compares with these old monks who are seated, it is not a little worse.

Take the presiding officer of the Inspiration Temple just now, this Inspiration Temple was not built for a long time, and it was built in the second year of Emperor Wen of Sui (582 AD). But it is the ancestral court of Tantra, one of the eight major sects of Buddhism, of course, it was also called Shingon Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty.

Think about it, what kind of identity will the host of a sect's ancestral court be, no matter how awesome the middle-aged monk is, he doesn't dare to say a word in front of him.

"Alas!" The host of the Caotang Temple, who was sitting on the other side, sighed and said, "Then what should I do?" If the author of the book is not a disciple of Buddhism, where can I find him? ”

The middle-aged monk shook his head again, but he didn't answer, he knew that this was not for him, if there was no good idea or solution, it was best not to speak, otherwise he would be reprimanded and would not even say good things for him.

Although the host of this Caotang Temple is not so aggressive, but people are not good at stubble, the name of this Caotang Temple is not very loud, but it is the ancestral court of the "Three Treatises", and the Caotang Temple is also the first national translation field in Chinese history, because the Later Qin Emperor funded the Western Regions monk Kumarosh to translate the Buddhist scriptures here and got its name.

Counting inside and outside Chang'an City, there are dozens of temples, and there are four Buddhist sects that originated here, and none of them is good at speaking.

At this moment, these Buddhist bigwigs are gathering together and worrying about "The Legend of the White Lady", and the middle-aged monks naturally won't find themselves unhappy, and they have nothing to provoke.

But soon the middle-aged monk remembered something, hesitated, and looked up at the presiding master of Xingshan Temple.

The presiding master of Xingshan Temple also understands things, and knows that if he doesn't let this middle-aged monk say his words, he is afraid that it will cause misunderstanding among other people, so he coughed lightly: "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't swallow it." ”

"Presiding, the court has taken new measures during this time, as if a sentence has been added to those newly published books." The middle-aged monk said in a tangled voice.

"What words were added, make it clear at once." The host of Xingshan Temple said hatefully.

This disciple of his own is good at everything, but he can't see the big guys, and he trembles when he sees the big guys' legs, and he doesn't even have normal thinking.

"Oh, and it says, 'This story is pure fiction, if there are similarities, it's a coincidence'!" After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he was very apprehensive.

This seems to be a bit of nonsense, like a knife seller saying to people, "This knife can kill people, so if I kill someone, I will not be responsible." ”

Sure enough, several old monks in the room trembled with anger after hearing this.

"Bastard!" The host of the Inspiration Temple clenched his fist fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "It's just too deceitful!" ”

"Amitabha!" The host of Xingshan Temple also announced a Buddha horn and was silent.

The loss caused by "The Legend of the White Lady" to Buddhism is very huge, and it can even be said that it has also caused a certain psychological shadow to some believers, and these things can never be offset by a sentence of 'this story is pure fiction'.

But now Buddhism has no choice but to watch those books selling well, and almost everyone who sells them has a copy.

And the more these books are sold, the greater the impact on Buddhism, and the readers are stubborn, and if they think it is a bad thing, then fierce criticism will soon follow.

What to do? What should be done? Ignore it? Or do you want to buy all the new releases?

The old monks thought about it and finally found that they were really powerless about this matter, and the best way in reality was to sit back and wait quietly for this matter to fade away.

Of course, the old monks don't know that they are actually lying guns, otherwise they will probably spew out a mouthful of old blood directly.

(End of chapter)