The Daoists were preparing and did not have time to eat. They knew that the task was difficult.
They wanted to make Her Majesty and the commoners feel comfortable. Ordinary methods were not enough.
Fortunately, they had prepared beforehand. Otherwise, the people who were watching the show would be very powerful.
They did not pay attention to the monks. The monks had not used their methods yet.
The monks had the illusion skills from the Western Region. In the end, it rained and the second time was during the day.
However, those methods were performed by the people of the Pear Garden. The small-scale and large-scale Fish Dragon Show were not used.
"How are we going to live in the future?" A little Daoist boy was carefully checking the ropes.
"Why don't we go down the mountain to study and become an official in the future?" His companion beside him had lost confidence in the future.
"We should have directly asked Doctor Li for the books. They insisted on looking for Bi Zaifu." The Daoist boy from before muttered.
"Someone is playing dirty tricks behind our backs. Didn't you hear what master said? Ten percent tax becomes half tax and half of the property. Sigh! "
"The temples of the capital government pay taxes. They have a lot of books. When they come to our place, the books they send are few and we have to copy them ourselves. Why should we pay taxes?"
"That's right! It's because we heard this that we were fooled. "
The two Daoist boys revealed the cause of the matter. It was because of the books printed by Princess Jinxian.
Every once in a while, Li Family Zhuangzi would send printing paper and ink to Princess Jinxian. Princess Jinxian would then find someone to print the books.
Most of the printed books were left in the capital government. When the people of Henan Province came or the people of the capital government went over, they would bring some with them.
There were very few books in Henan Province. Those who got the books felt like they were being given alms. Those who did not get the books had to copy them themselves.
Why should they pay the same taxes?
Under the instigation of some people, everyone went to Bi Goo to discuss. They actually wanted the books but did not say it out loud.
Some people were watching the show from behind, waiting for the matter to blow up.
Now that the matter has blown up, Li Yi did not lose anything. Instead, he gained something.
"Let's go. If there's nothing else, let's go back and eat rice noodles."
The Daoist boy who spoke later called out to his companions. They also had rice noodles given by Li Yi.
Including chili oil. However, their master put the chili oil away in the name of the show. It would not be easy for them to eat it in the future.
Xinyan had not eaten any chili oil yet. They had a performance to perform. If the spiciness reached their throats, they would be in big trouble!
Zi Qi continued to talk to Xiao Lan, "I heard that someone is playing dirty tricks behind the scenes, trying to provoke a conflict between the imperial court and Buddhism."
Xiaolan ate a rice noodle and wiped her mouth. "I know. Before we reached Luoyang, someone had already started."
"However, those people didn't expect this to happen," Zi Qi continued.
Xiao Lan took a sip of orange-flavored cold soda. "Because there's one step missing. The monks and Taoists will speak first, and then the hooligans, wanderers, and gangs will follow suit and incite the people."
At this point, Xiao Lan smiled and stopped talking.
However, the others understood that the people who should have helped had already been dealt with when the team arrived. There was no chance for them to react at all.
"That was quite dangerous." Zi Qi patted her chest.
"No one can make a fuss in front of Li Lang. How many people in this world are not afraid of death? People who are really willing to risk their lives are guarding the Tang dynasty at the border. "
Xiao Lan pursed her lips and looked down on the hooligans. Although they bullied the people, sometimes they even fought with each other, killing people and breaking their arms and legs.
They were brave and fierce. Otherwise, why didn't they fight with their lives when the Winged Knights and the Sixteen Guards captured them?
They knew that they could run away, but if they were caught, they would have a chance to live. If they dared to resist, they would be killed on the spot.
Xinyan picked up a quail egg. "When this is over, we will go and arrange the military songs and dances. We will record it.
We can ask the rich to spend money to watch it first. The money will be used on the soldiers at the border.
It's getting cold. The soldiers should wear more clothes to avoid frostbite. "
The people from Pyong Kang Square nodded. Yes, continue to support the border, even if the situation in Tubo and the Later Turkic Khaganate was temporarily stable.
There were still the white-clothed Abbasid Caliphate and Su Lu from the TuQi Shi! Take care of them so that they can continue to earn money from the foreigners.
"Okay, it will be better than the previous waterscreen recordings."
Li Yi said. This time, he had exchanged many things that could be used.
The people from Pyong Kang Square revealed happy expressions. The people from Si Gong Square also laughed.
Not long after, they finished eating. The three of them shared a bowl and did not dare to eat too much.
When they left, each of them brought a makeup box that was given by Xiao Lan.
… …
The sky gradually turned dark. The Pear Garden sent people to ask the Daoists if they were going to go on stage.
The Daoists said that they could continue. They would wait for the moon.
Hence, the people from the Pear Garden, Pyong Kang Square and Si Gong Square happily performed. They liked this job.
Even the children who had been learning since young and could not go on stage temporarily went on stage.
They ran to the audience to perform. Usually, they would perform close-up magic. If they messed up, they would not cry. They would change to another location and perform the same mistake again. After all, no one would recognize them.
The moon slowly rose. At around 21 pm, the Daoists saw that the moon was high and started to prepare.
The Daoists appeared. Li Yi was ready. Everyone had to go on stage to discuss Daoism. Li Yi finally organized and explained the Tao Te Ching.
Li Yi always thought that the Tao Te Ching was better than Buddhist scriptures. Buddhist scriptures had too much nonsense and even introduced characters. When introducing a character, there would be a bunch of adjectives.
Buddhist scriptures were more suitable to be discussed. A group of audience listened to the story. When Buddha appeared, there were many other Buddhas. When they appeared, the sky changed, etc …
The Tao Te Ching was not. It went straight to the main point. There was no artistry. The commentator could not tell the story. There was no plot.
A white-haired Daoist stood out. He held an Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand. The lens was aimed at the Eight Trigrams Mirror. The other parts of the mirror were bright and reflected the light.
He looked at a big screen. The Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand was aimed at the moon.
He looked and looked. The reflected moonlight did not seem to be useful. Just as the Daoists behind him were getting anxious, a ray of light shone on the Eight Trigrams Mirror.
There was a reflection. An Eight Trigrams Mirror appeared on the big screen.
He muttered something, raised his hand and shouted, "Expand!" The Eight Trigrams Mirror flew up to the sky.
The other camera followed suit. The light continued to shine. The Eight Trigrams Mirror began to expand and fall.
The Eight Trigrams Mirror changed from the size of a soup bowl to the size of a pot. He looked at the screen and frowned.
At this moment, the camera changed from a close-up to a distant view. It happened not to be aimed at the top of the Eight Trigrams Mirror.
It could not be aimed. If it was, it would be exposed.
The Daoist's eyebrows relaxed. He muttered something. He jumped up and landed on the Eight Trigrams Mirror in front of him.
The camera changed again. It was tilted to the side. The camera flashed past his feet. It mainly focused on his silhouette.
The Eight Trigrams Mirror carried the Daoist up to the stage. The camera changed back and forth, making the Daoist look like an immortal.
There was no sign of the thin rope hanging from the Eight Trigrams Mirror. There was no sign of the Eight Trigrams Mirror being stepped on.
When the other Daoists saw this, they heaved a sigh of relief. This thing that placed people on the screen was very intelligent!
The Daoist went up to the stage. He muttered something and shouted, "Retract!"
The Eight Trigrams Mirror shrunk. He picked it up and looked at the screen.
Just like before, the camera was facing his Eight Trigrams Mirror.
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