"In December of the first year of Jinglong in the Tang Dynasty, a monk Huiming built an altar in Weinan. A solar eclipse suddenly appeared, and fire fell from the sky, destroying the altar in a burning fire. Yinqing Guanglu Dafu, Shangyong Gong, Shengshan, Zhongtian, and Ximing's three temples Huifan Jin met, and wanted to hide his junior brother Huiming's crime. The emperor was angry and issued an order to demote Huifan and put it home! He also demoted Huntian's supervisor Doulubing as Sima of Quzhou for his crime of inadvertent investigation, and Wang Fuzhong was the lieutenant of Guilin County."

"Li Jiao, the third rank of the Secretariat, impeached monks to build temples with extravagance. Those who recite scriptures only knew that they had their teachings, but did not know that they had their country. The emperor said that he ordered all prefectures and counties to count the local areas of Jialan, which was not allowed to be built without authorization. He stopped issuing the precepts for three years to observe the results of the future." (Note: These two passages were compiled by the author, not official history)

——"Book of Tang-Benji IV"

The pen in historians' hands is cold and wise. The tragic altar explosion that occurred in the third year of Shenlong, that is, in early December of the first year of Jinglong, was mentioned in a few short sentences. As for the bloodyness of the altar explosion, the dragon and tiger battles surrounding the altar construction and solar eclipse, they all skipped it.

However, the eyes of later novelists were keen and always had a hint of warmth. From the lines left by historians, they could always dig out exciting or regretful content, and then add and polish to spread it widely.

As for those who lived at that time, in most cases, they didn’t care about what traces they would leave in history, nor did they consider how later novels interpret their ideas and actions. They just tried to live for the world in front of them, and tried not to regret their choices in the future!

In fact, the influence of a single person on history is also very limited. Every time the wheel of history turns, it is driven by many people at that time. These forces from different people may not necessarily be consistent in the initial direction, or even completely opposite. Then they are combined, superimposed, and offset, so that the wheel of history can slightly accelerate or deviate slightly on the original track.

As a time traveler, Zhang Qian was deeply touched by this.

Compared with the history he knew, if he had not appeared, the next time the Tang Dynasty suppressed Buddhist action would have happened within ten years, when Li Longji appointed Yao Chong as prime minister.

He used the bowl cannon from another time and space more than 660 years later, that is, the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties to smash the altar built by the monks, allowing the monks to use the solar eclipse to force the court to give in to Buddhism and destroy it in the fire. As a result, this suppression action was only advanced by a few years. The intensity of the suppression was greatly discounted compared to Yao Chong's time.

The achievements of Yao Chong, the "prime minister during the time of saving" are a key point in the historical examination, are clearly remembered by Zhang Qian. When this person was prime minister, he once laid off hundreds of temples and ordered more than 12,000 monks and nuns to return to the subdistrict. This time, Zhang Qian used more than 600 years of technology and received strong help from several bigwigs such as Zhang Shuo, Bi Gou, Li Jiao, and Xiao Zhizhong. He only took the approval authority for building temples to the court, and temporarily suspended the issuance of three-year certificates.

As for the memorial that Zhang Qian entrusted Ren Cong to give him the Emperor Yingtian Shenlong and requesting taxes on the temple, he was once again lucky to enjoy the treatment of "staying at home" and did not even have the qualifications to deliver it to the court, let alone make a splash!

"Okay, you should be content! The Master was able to seize Huifan's title and official position this time and rushed home to think about his mistakes, which was surprising!" Zhang Ruoxu felt very dissatisfied with Zhang Qian's regret. Taking advantage of the opportunity to visit him, he whispered. "The last time the Censor Wei Chuangong impeached him, but even a single hair of his hair was not impeached. Wei Chuangong then crashed into a carriage, and he is still so sick that he can't get up!"

"The fact that Huifan was deprived of his official title has nothing to do with his younger generation. He hoped that the temples in the world would no longer be treated with tax exemption!" Unwilling to confuse the two things, Zhang Qian shook his head and explained very seriously, "How many people in the world who believe in various doctrines are sincere? It is just the cheapness brought by greed for religion. Let the temple and shops pay the same tax, and the temple fields and the mouths share the fields and the root causes are the solutions to treat both the symptoms and the root causes."

This is the disadvantage of being young and having little experience. He should have made a statement to Zhang, Bi Gou, He Zhizhang and others in person. As long as he persuades Zhang, Bi Gou, He Zhizhang and others, he can further promote his advice in the court. However, as a junior, he has no qualifications to point fingers in front of Zhang, Bi Gou, He Zhizhang and others, so he can only make a detour through Zhang Ruoxu's mouth.

He asked the temple to pay taxes and land taxes, which was not a strange trick he suddenly came up with. It was entirely referring to the management methods of religion in certain countries in another time and space, and summarizing the lessons of the flood of some religious food.

Unfortunately, his good intentions did not get Zhang Ruoxu's understanding or cooperation at all. The latter just used one sentence to dispel his idea of ​​moving forward, "Do you think others can't think of this trick? When Empress Zetian was in power, she tried it. The result was still nothing?"

"Why did Empress Zetian tried it when she was in power, why did it happen?" Zhang Qian was stunned when he heard it, and his doubts blurted out.

In his opinion, although the Queen Wu Zetian was fierce and cruel, she had the ability to govern, but she had no idea how many streets the Dragon Emperor Li Xian was. Any policy that the Queen wanted to implement would hardly be obstructed or perfunctory, and there would be no possibility of giving up halfway or ending in vain.

"The temple accepts donations, but there is no account book at all. What do you ask the government to collect taxes?" It is rare to be able to give Zhang Qian a hint of confusion. Zhang Ruoxu rolled his eyes and looked very proud. "As for paying the Buddha's land, monks don't farm on their own. The monks will transfer the land tax to the tenants as much as they want. In the autumn of the temple, there will be no loss of a bucket of rice. It is better to increase the price of the certificate, and at least let the monks and nuns pay a sum of money first!"

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, the strategy he carefully considered to suppress the spread of religion was so vulnerable. Zhang Qian suddenly lost his spirit. However, Zhang Ruoxu was afraid that he would lose his enterprising spirit after being frustrated, so he couldn't help but smile and comfort him: "You have never experienced it in the local area, so you lack experience, and you will inevitably take it for granted when you speak. When you have time to go around and learn about the customs and cultures in the local area, you will naturally make up for this shortcoming."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he was cursing Zhang Qian to be demoted to the local area. He quickly added with a smile: "I mean, although it has many benefits to be an official in Chang'an, the emperor valued you very much. However, the prime ministers and the six ministers of the Tang Dynasty rarely were promoted directly without experiencing local experience. If you want to go further in the future, you can go to the local area as a governor or a governor when you are young. If you have the experience and political achievements in governing the local area, you will have weight when you return to the court to speak." (Note: The governor of Xiazhou is generally the fourth rank. Shangzhou is the fourth rank. The fifth rank.)

This is because he really treats Zhang Qian as his junior, so he will guide him in the ups and downs of the officialdom without avoiding suspicion. Otherwise, who would be so thoughtful to ordinary relatives and friends?!

Although Zhang Qian seemed to understand but didn't understand, a sense of retreat arose in his heart for no reason. The imperial court was so chaotic that the emperor was not responsible. It was better to leave Chang'an and find a place far away from the vortex of right and wrong to be at peace. When Li Longji became the emperor, he would find a way to come back and show his skills.

However, he thought that he had only more than two years left to rescue Yang Qingqing from the dowry team, and he quickly suppressed the desire to retreat.

When I first came to the Tang Dynasty, I could be dependent on it, and when I was the chief clerk, I could be dependent on it. However, now I am no longer alone and I have to take out the responsibilities I should have.

This is the magic of love. It always provides young people with a steady stream of fighting spirit and courage when needed. In just a few breaths, Zhang Qian's eyes lit up and his whole body seemed full of vitality.

Zhang Ruoxu was startled by the heroic spirit that suddenly burst out from his body. He quickly whispered to the side: "Everything is a waste of time. Buddhism has experienced this blow and will not be able to relieve its vitality for at least several years. There is no need to chase a wild dog into the poor alley, forcing him to backfire."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!" I found that the fighting spirit he showed inadvertently caused Zhang Ruoxu's misunderstanding, but Zhang Qian could not clarify, so he had to clean up his chaotic thoughts and smiled and bowed to the other party gently.

"There are so many servants and ministers in the court who don't want to fight and achieve their full results. What are the reasons and qualifications for you, a military weapon supervisor, have you the best in the front?" Zhang Ruoxu was afraid that Zhang Qian would be very angry and insisted on fighting the entire Buddhist sect with his own strength, so Zhang Ruoxu couldn't wait to persuade him.

"I didn't have to rush to the forefront, I was afraid that those monks would not take advantage of it and would not give up!" Zhang Qian did not have a reliable adviser at all, so he could only ask Zhang Ruoxu, a not-so-reliable elder, about the difficulties he faced.

Zhang Ruoxu immediately widened his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, "Buddhist will not give up? How is it possible! This time you won a great victory in the battle. Before the monks found the secret method of your master, how could they have the courage to provoke you?!"

"Fighting? When did I fight with the monk?" Zhang Qian was confused and asked back to his mouth.

"The Fire Meteor that destroyed the altar was attracted by using the secret technique?" He was very dissatisfied with Zhang Qian pretending to be stupid. Zhang Ruoxu glanced at him and frowned and asked. "Don't tell me that the Fire Meteor was really descended by God himself. He was impartial and was hitting the altar!"

"The monks hid a lot of hot tinder in the altar! The wind was strong that day, and it might have blown down the candles in the altar." After finding that he accidentally stepped on the path of a charlatan again, Zhang Qian quickly explained in a low voice. The expression on his face was even more serious than when he was misunderstood as an "immortal master" just now when he arrived in the Tang Dynasty.

"Isn't Fire Meteor you cast? How did the Fire Meteor be written in the mansion newspaper?" Zhang Ruoxu was suspicious, his brows still frowned.

"I doubt that someone misread it and misled the court!" Zhang Qian clearly remembered that before the cannon, he had asked Guo Nu to send his servants to search for the surroundings of the village and drive away the possible stakes. However, he could not guarantee that no outsiders saw the dark red trajectory formed when the pottery jar was fired from the muzzle and flew through the air with the firing line. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth to replenish it.

Zhang Ruoxu was still skeptical, but he didn't want to continue to dig into the bottom line. He smiled and said very considerately: "This is reasonable! But you'd better make more preparations. Although the imperial court's residence said that the fire meteor fell from the sky. I believe that it was your use of the secret technique of the Mo family, and there were many people. The court has been busy pacifying people's hearts these days, and no one cares about asking you. But when it's almost done to comfort people's hearts, it's probably someone to ask you!"

This is equivalent to suggesting that Zhang Qian made up a lie in advance so as to deal with the upcoming investigation. Zhang Qian couldn't help but thank him again. Then, he treasured himself and prepared to drink a few years ago. He loaded two hundred kilograms for senior Zhang and sent it to the village in a special car, and expressed his gratitude clearly.

As it turned out, Jiang was still old. Just the day after Zhang Ruoxu reminded him, Zhang Jiuling, the Minister of Personnel, rushed to the Zhang family. After entering the door, he didn't even bother to take a sip of the hot tea he brought to his hand, so he asked Zhang Qianping away everyone around him and asked solemnly: "Yong Zhao, did you defeat the monk's fire meteor, but Qin Mo's unique skills come from Qin Mo's unique skills? Is it difficult to use it? What conditions are needed for the right time and place?"

"The fire meteor was not recruited by me using the secret technique of the master. I didn't see any fire meteor that day!" Zhang Qian was already prepared this time and his answer was more organized. "The rumors that Brother Zishou has heard have never been heard? Don't spread rumors! On the other side of the river, you can still see traces left by fierce tinder oil. If you check it yourself, you will know that the monk is committing his own death and has nothing to do with others."

"It's really not you?" Zhang Jiuling felt relieved in an instant and continued to ask with a hint of relief, "But several monks who escaped from the altar said that he saw the fire meteor at that time. He insisted that it was you who cast a spell! Can you have a way to refute it?"

"He wasn't scared!" Finally understood what the problem was. Zhang Qian shook his head decisively, "If I could attract fire meteors, I would have smashed fire meteors on the day the altar was established. How could they be humiliated by blocking the door!"

"There are indeed two who have become fools who have completely become fools, but there is another who can barely know how to answer cross-examinations." I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, every sentence of Zhang Jiuling revealed a lot of key information that Zhang Qian urgently needed to know. "He insisted and saw more than a dozen fire meteors flying from your home. And Yousi also found out that you had built five bronze bells in the military weapon supervision those days, and bought a lot of saltpeter and sulfur."

Zhang Qian couldn't hear such obvious hints anymore, and he was a fool. Therefore, he had an idea in his heart, smiled, and explained slowly: "The bronze bell was burned by a monk because my workshop was specially used to build a new alchemy furnace. If anyone doesn't believe it, he can take a bell from my house to think about it. Saltpeter and sulfur were purchased by Zhang to increase the power of gunpowder (alcohol). But Zhang is still thinking about how to add it, and it is estimated that it will not be able to produce results in a while."

"After the solar eclipse, your family once rang the bell!" Zhang Jiuling's face once again showed a gratified expression, he smiled, and continued to break the casserole and ask to the end.

"A temporary solution is to try to expel Tiangou. At that time, many people were knocking on clay pots and wooden basins in the village." Zhang Qian's answered more fluently, and he seemed to have a sense of harmony with Zhang Jiuling.

"It's not just that you've recruited! Zi Buyu's strange powers are in chaos. In the court, whether it's Xiao Pushe's side or Zong Shangshu's side, he didn't want to get rid of Huifan just now, and then a second person pretending to be a ghost appeared! He didn't want Confucianism and Mohism to fall into a meaningless dispute again." Zhang Jiuling became more and more relaxed, sat down heavily, gasping for replenishment, as if he had just experienced a fight.

"Among the ten meanings of the Mohist school, "Ming Gui" is one of them. Qin Mo has long been no longer concerned about the world for many years. Zhang's out of this journey was completely a coincidence. And within a hundred years, there will be no other person in the sect to follow Zhang's footsteps!" Zhang Qian finally fully understood the other party's purpose and bowed gently with a smile.

This is not a questioning place, it is just a lie for Zhang! Zhang Jiuling, who is most familiar with Zhang, was sent to carry out the execution. The other party's demand was that Zhang Qian had to agree not to bring the strange powers and gods into the court! He would not show his attention in the court for the Mo family!

He was muttering secretly in his heart, but he heard Zhang Jiuling whispering: "There is another statement about the burning of the altar? The Baiqisi and Jingzhao Mansion still cannot figure out the reason. The meteor fell from the sky, and it was too mysterious after all."

"As far as Zhang knows, fierce tinder oil is very easy to explode. The monks tried to use this thing to be bad for Zhang, but after the solar eclipse appeared, a strong wind broke out. As long as a slight candlelight was blown, it would cause a disaster!" Zhang Qian understood it carefully and decisively took out the answer he prepared. "As for the fire meteor, either the monk was full of evil and caused the punishment of heaven. Or the monk himself read it wrong, it must have nothing to do with Zhang."

"Oh!" Zhang Jiuling immediately held his forehead with his hands and suddenly realized, "It turns out that the monks are committing their own evil and cannot survive!"

"That's not true. Zhang didn't dare to retaliate from beginning to end!" Zhang Qian cooperated very well and looked aggrieved and whispered.

"It's a pity that the monk who escaped by chance did not give up and wanted to drag Yong Zhao into the water." Zhang Jiuling was filled with righteous indignation and patted the table with his hands.

"Before, the White Horse Shande Temple in the city was destroyed by a fire. I wonder if there were signs of hot tinder oil on the scene? Zhang heard that the supply of this thing was cut off in the Tang army, but he didn't know where the monks from the White Horse Temple got so much?" He refused to give the monks a chance to turn over, and Zhang Qian decisively finished the attack.

Both brothers are extremely smart people. Without having to pick up too clearly, they exchanged what they wanted. Zhang Jiuling did not rush back to report to his boss. He picked up the teacup, Gudong Gudongxian took a few big sips before he finally returned to his usual calm appearance. He explained with a smile: "I am not alone in the past few days. Although I know that the monk is deliberately making false statements, someone has to listen to Zhao's clarification before he can rest assured. With these words of Zhao, it will be fine. The monk is committed to death, no one is wrong."

"A few days ago, my family caught several gangsters who deliberately poisoned themselves and an assassin, and they had been sent to the Weinan County Government! In addition, my Liushen Hualu workshop, together with the flower luster inside, was burned by the monk!" All the advantages could not be taken by Zhang Jiuling's boss. Zhang Qian thought about it and bargained with a smile.

"That's all about Jingzhao Prefecture. Dali Temple and Baiqisi will also send people to watch." Zhang Jiuling waved his hand, as if he was dealing with a very trivial matter. "In short, I will definitely give Yong Zhao an explanation."

After saying that, as if he was afraid that Zhang Qian would be dissatisfied, he smiled and bowed softly: "Brother Yu congratulated you in advance. The contribution you made in the last time you offered the Fire Dragon Cart and the contribution of providing the Shuofang Army with the stove to prevent the soldiers from suffering from the cold, have been sent to the Ministry of Personnel for comment. Zhang Renyuan, the general manager of Shuofang, is also specially requesting you for the victory documents."

"General Manager Zhang specifically mentioned me in the good news?" He had known that Zhang Ren would send a messenger back to report the good news, but Zhang Qian did not expect that Zhou Jianliang's promise to him at the dinner table would be realized, and he was immediately unable to believe his ears.

"Well! Not only did it specifically mention it, but it also mentioned it in detail. It was said that without the iron stove you provided, the soldiers would not be able to march in the wilderness for a long time. Without you giving advice on the method of making fire to keep warm, the Shuofang Army did not know that there was so much money hidden under its feet. The reason why the Turks were killed was because the Turks knew that our army could not bear the cold winter night outside the border, so they did not take any precautions at all." Zhang Jiuling had a good memory and immediately reposted the content of the memorial truthfully. "So, although you did not follow the army to fight, the Shuofang soldiers were willing to give you five hundred pieces of heads that you won this time to reward you for your help and guidance."

"Mr. Zhang is so polite!" Zhang Qian blushed when he heard this and bowed to Beifang Yaoyao.

"Yongzhao is a blessed person!" Zhang Jiuling looked at him with a smile, and suddenly a little envy appeared on his face. "The emperor is very happy. After the Ministry of Personnel discusses merits, he will be awarded the title of you according to merits. This time, a man who has been in the county cannot escape. Good, a county can be enough for the founding country. I guess the imperial edict and the imperial envoy will arrive in the next few days. At that time, you have to prepare carefully. This time, it is not the time when the edict is awarded the eighth-rank chief clerk. You can fool it by just dealing with it casually."

"Ah!" Zhang Qian was surprised and happy. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

He deliberately tried to send favors from Shuofang soldiers, so that when he had the strength to "redeem" Yang Qingqing from the marriage team in the future, he would ask Zhang Ren, the chief general of Shuofang Army, to help him. However, he never expected that Zhang Ren would repay favors so quickly and would not owe the debts for the next year!

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuling thought he was so stupid. He quickly patted him on the shoulder a few times, and then began to give him some advice to welcome the complete set of etiquette of the imperial envoy, as well as many ideas after receiving the imperial edict. He repeated it twice in succession until Zhang Qian understood each step, and then he said goodbye and went back to submit the office with confidence.

Thanks to Zhang Jiuling for his help, Zhang Qian insisted on sending this person to the doorstep despite his leg injury. He watched the carriage go far away and turned around. He was about to go back to digest what he had gained today, but not far behind him, there was another rapid sound of horse hooves.

"Shoujian Zhang wait, Zhang wait!" Looking back, I saw the censor Dou Huaizhen, under the escort of four confidants, galloping towards him. Before the man could leave the saddle, he had already held his hands respectfully on his chest, "He came to disturb him, and I hope the young supervisor would be more tolerant."

"The Censor has something to do with Zhang?" Zhang Qian had no friendship with this person and did not want to have any friendship. He opened his body and bowed his head, and asked in public without hesitation.
Chapter completed!