This is a joyful day, and this day will remain in the history books forever, but whether it is joy or solemnity, it only belongs to the people of Seris. As a Frenchman, Diderot just wanted to find a quiet place on this day, chew on the gains from this great discussion, and turn it into ideological nourishment to save the motherland.
As a member of the Jesuits, his first choice is of course to go to a Catholic church to meditate. He hates the church and the French bishops, but this does not mean that he does not have God in his heart. This is why he has a great affection for the Seris Temple. one. In his view, Seris's "God" is almost God in a purely rational sense. Anyone who is committed to exploring the way of wisdom is happy to face such a god, even though his appearance is different.
Like Nanjing, Tokyo also has Catholic churches, all built by the Jesuits. Seris is the only two cities where Catholic churches are allowed to be built, and the areas are also restricted.
Diderot could not find peace in the church. The bells in the church were ringing. The priests said that they were celebrating the success of Seris's national meeting. This left Diderot extremely speechless. Has the "Sairisization" of the Jesuits become so obvious? Even as a pan-believer, he found it a bit difficult to accept. No wonder there are growing calls in the Holy See to label the Jesuits as heretics. According to some conservative cardinals, the Jesuits are a bunch of "traitors."
By the time Diderot came out of the church, the news of the successful conclusion of the Zhongji Temple meeting had spread throughout Tokyo. The streets were noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers were blasting, dragons were flying, lions were leaping, and people were shouting. Diderot knew that even if he returned to his residence in Longmen District, he would never have a moment of peace. Once the Seris people get into a carnival, the noise would be enough to wake up all the ancestors underground and celebrate together with them.
Diderot had no choice but to take refuge in a heavenly temple. Fortunately, this heavenly temple was the Shengzong Temple dedicated to Confucius and Mencius. This sect¡¯s heavenly temple liked tranquility and did not sing all day long like the Dezong Shanzong Temple. Continuously. The drumming continues. On a big day like today, most people took to the streets to celebrate, and the temple halls were even more silent.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????mbOUT out to the statues of Confucius and Mencius standing on the left and right. Diderot buried his body on the bench at the back of the hall, looking at the painting of Confucius and Mencius on the dome above his head, and he was in a deep state of mind.
The rare tranquility did not last long before it was interrupted by a conversation between an old and a young man in the corner. Diderot had no choice but to get up and leave, but was attracted by the content of the conversation. He stayed in Seris for many years. When he compiled the "Encyclopedia" with the scientists in Seris, he was already quite proficient in the language.
The young man who was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old said: "Master, I want to take to the streets and celebrate with everyone."
The old man said calmly: "Instead of letting the joy in your heart pour out while dancing and shouting, it is better to taste it carefully while doing things. Just like eating. Chew slowly and slowly. Only in this way can you know the true taste. Only in this way can you know the true taste." Happiness is hard-won.¡±
"Besides, today's work is over. The joy is only in the heart, not in thinking, but in action. Don't misunderstand your actions because of your heartbeat. Even if it's just sweeping the floor or wiping the tables and chairs, you can't be delayed by simple heartbeats. Big things are all accumulated from small things. If you have to think about it, you must also have these little things to lay the foundation. Once you think about it, things will come true. In the end, the heart is moved, and you must never give up the basics and chase the last."
The old man¡¯s words did not hold a book bag, but they were the most classic way of dealing with the Holy Sect. The young man responded obediently, and then began to talk and write and draw at the same time.
Diderot did not hear it very clearly. I only heard a few numbers and who they were. When I heard about Tianmiao's education subsidy, I suddenly realized that the master and apprentice were handling Tianmiao's accounts.
The institutional contrast between the Seris Temple and the Catholic Church subconsciously flashed through Diderot's mind. Unlike the Catholic church, which was developed by relying on church tithes, the Seris Temple could be spread across the country and its financial resources were very complex.
The development of Seris Tianmiao has gone through three stages. It was originally the Catholic era, and its predecessor can even be traced back to the Xiaotian Temple of Guangzhou Xiguantian Sect. In this era, Tianmiao mainly relied on income from traditional temple fields, incense offerings, life and death rituals, and medical services.
After the Catholic Church was disbanded and Tianmiao became a loose organization linked only by the Bible and the Holy Law, it also ushered in a period of great development. In order to limit the Tianmiao's influence on local government affairs, under the control of the state, the Tianmiao lost the power to purchase land assets. At the same time, its income from incense offerings, life and death rituals, and medical services was also strictly restricted. However, the state also provides subsidies for education, charity and meritorious deeds. For example, it provides a certain amount of salary to a certain amount of scholars in running elementary schools, and provides corresponding subsidies to run charitable relief organizations. At the same time, Tianmiao also undertakes the maintenance of cemeteries, from the central to local governments. All levels will provide corresponding subsidies. Of course, the "Religious Order" also opens this business to Buddhism and Taoism, but Tianmiao has professional qualities in this matter, and everyone likes to choose Tianmiao to take care of the cemetery.
In addition to the national foundationp; The old man recalled the past and sighed: "Back then, Liu Lun and many priests came forward to speak out for the northerners, which caused the Tianmiao believers to parade in the streets, make noises, and even attack the government. This is a matter governed by national law. Mr. Liu sacrificed them Knowing that we have violated the law, we are imprisoned generously without any complaints. But under the big events, we have to rely on ourselves to be vigilant every day and observe these small things."
The apprentice muttered again: "After all, people want to talk about profit. Aren't we in the Temple of Heaven still human? Just talking about morality and etiquette, it's hard to guarantee that we can keep it"
The old man said again: "Do warriors also want to talk about profit on the battlefield? Our Tianmiao is like warriors who conquer the hearts of the people. We must first put ourselves to death. As for whether we can defend it or not, if we are really seeking profit, we will have a smooth path. , why bother to go to the Heavenly Temple to ask for it?"
The apprentice was silent, but Diderot, who was listening next to him, was convinced that the apprentice was awakened, just like himself. Thinking more deeply from this, the rituals of Siris were originally together with the law, but now they are separated. Each has its own foundation, but they are integrated into one, and together they protect the hearts of the country of Siris.
¡°France, who can save you?¡±
Thinking again that the hearts of the people in the motherland were in chaos, Diderot's sadness became deeper and deeper, and he burst into tears.
¡°While millions of people in Tokyo were rejoicing and some foreigners were feeling sad alone, in the general courtyard, a tall man with copper-colored skin and deep eyebrows hammered the table of Ding Jing, the head of the Dongzhou Department, with a loud bang.
"The French must be driven out of the prairie! To do this, we must send a large army, at least three divisions of red clothes! Join forces with the Dongli people and fight! The Dongzhou Protectorate only has one division, and it is still a servant army. , it¡¯s simply not enough!¡±
In front of this man, Ding Jing looked particularly short, but he possessed an aura that could overwhelm him. He also pounded the table and shouted coldly: "Fan Shisan! Don't rely on the power of your grandfather and your father to make blind noises! Dong! Dongzhou is the imperial court¡¯s Dongzhou, not your Fan family¡¯s Dongzhou!¡±
Ding Jing stretched out his finger, and the young man named Fan Shisan shrank his neck. It seemed that the finger was like a knife, and he was about to cut off his own head: "What are you doing to the United States by teasing the Dongli people? Why don't you give it to your uncle Pu?" Balang promised a beautiful emperor, who gave you the courage!? Who gave you the power!? The Li people were in chaos. Even the British didn't help, and the French didn't fight. They just ignored the civil strife and gave up. The French took advantage, and now they want the court to send troops to wipe your butt!?"
Fan Shisan shrunk even more, with a bright smile on his face: "Master, no, teacher, I listened to your teachings at Tongshi Academy, and then I decided to pull all Dongli people onto our Yinghua chariot. Yes, if the court doesn¡¯t take care of what happens next, who will?¡±
Ding Jing was discouraged and rolled his eyes at Fan Shisan: "You, with your half-Li blood, you are extremely bold"
Then a smile broke out on his face: "That's all, well done!". . )
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