The news that the Buddhists had taken the initiative to save themselves was big news. The Mo Journal and the Confucian Journal had already learned about it yesterday and had worked overtime to publish it. However, as soon as the morning court ended, another piece of important news came. The Taoists had also decided to give up their privileges and receive the same treatment as the Buddhists.
As a last resort, the two journals naturally added special issues, which caused Mochi and the others a lot of trouble.
"The new issue of the Mo Journal is out."
"The Buddhists save themselves, and the Taoists reform."
"The Buddhists and the Taoists are forging ahead, and their theories have reached perfection."
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Since the Buddhists and the Taoists had taken the initiative to sacrifice their own interests, the Mo Journal naturally would not be stingy with its praise to promote the noble character and integrity of the two schools.
The Confucian Journal naturally did the same thing, but the two schools deliberately avoided the Confucians. For a time, the reputation of the Buddhists and the Taoists in Chang 'an City soared.
The Taoist temples and Taoist temples were full of believers, and many rich believers left a lot of incense money.
Seeing the surge of believers in their temples, the monks in the temples of Chang 'an City, who were originally dissatisfied with the Buddhists' plan to save themselves, gradually dissipated the grudge in their hearts.
Indeed, as Master Huiyuan said, the Buddhists could still survive and develop even if they gave up their tax-exempt privileges, and the impact would not be great. In contrast, the incense money was the biggest. The Buddhists' decision this time could be said to be very correct.
Moreover, when the imperial court and the Buddhists fell out, the Buddhists would probably suffer even more losses.
In contrast, the Taoists' losses were smaller, and their gains were greater. It could be said that they had made a very cost-effective exchange.
There was a dead silence in the Kong Residence. They could not believe that the Taoists would do this.
"What's so unbelievable about this? The Taoists have made a good move." Kong Desheng sighed.
"What about my Kong Family?" Kong Huisuo frowned and asked.
Kong Desheng sneered and said, "Kong Family, so what? Do you think the Confucians can be controlled by my Kong Family? If I dare to give up my privileges as a scholar, I'm afraid my Kong Family will immediately be abandoned by the world's Confucians. The Mohist School has the ink technique, and the Buddhists and Taoists have incense money. What does the Confucians have? If we give up our exemption from land taxes, do you think we scholars will starve to death? "
"Then wouldn't our Confucian School become the target of public criticism?" Kong Huisuo said worriedly.
Kong Desheng waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Why would I become the target of public criticism? Isn't there still the School of Medicine?"
"School of Medicine?" Kong Huisuo asked in confusion.
Kong Desheng nodded, "As far as I know, although the Mo Hospital is related to the Mo Family, it has long been independent and has never paid any taxes. With the School of Medicine around, the Confucian School will naturally be fine."
Kong Huisuo could not help but be stunned. The reason why the Medical School did not pay tax was that Mo Hospital was a new thing. It did not belong to the land tax, nor did it belong to the business tax. There were no regulations and standards for collecting taxes. In addition, Sun Siyin was in charge of Chang 'an City and was Empress Zhangsun's personal physician. Naturally, the Ministry of Revenue would not be tactful enough to find trouble with the Medical School.
"The Medical School is also useless. Just now, Sun Simiao of the Medical School has entered the palace and requested to give up the Medical School's tax-free privilege." Kong Yingda strode into the Kong Residence and panted.
Kong Desheng almost wanted to curse out loud. This was a contest between Buddhism and Taoism. How did the Medical School get involved?
Moreover, it was fine for the Medical School to give up their tax-free privilege. After all, the hospital was the most unnegotiable place in the world. They would charge whatever the price was and would never bargain. Even if they paid tax, the price could be added back.
"Then His Majesty has agreed." Kong Huisuo quickly asked.
Kong Yingda shook his head and said, "That's not the case. His Majesty has encouraged the Medical School. He believes that the Medical School has just been revived and it is time to continue developing. When the Medical School spreads throughout the Tang dynasty, it won't be too late to discuss this matter. "
"Phew!" Kong Desheng heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's good!"
If the Medical School also gave up their tax-free privilege, the Confucian School would have to seriously consider this matter. In that case, the Confucian School could delay it for a few more years.
In Chang 'an, there was a lot of discussion. News about the Hundred Schools of Thought came one after another. Everyone could not help but sigh. How fierce was the competition between the Hundred Schools of Thought?
On the bank of the Qu River, Li Yun proudly looked at the arch bridge that was about to close. Even if the bridge had not been completed, he had already made a name for himself in the bridge industry of Chang 'an.
With the support of tens of thousands of coins from the Village of Mo, the materials he used were all of the best quality. In addition, he hired skilled craftsmen at a high price to assist the advanced machinery of the Village of Mo. Not only did the progress greatly increase, but the quality was also excellent. It was praised by all the people in Chang 'an.
"Young Master, this is today's Mo's Journal!" The old servant waited for Li Yun to inspect the construction period and immediately presented today's Mo's Journal.
After he came to Chang 'an, the Mo's Journal that he admired the most was the Mo's Journal. Without stepping out of the house, he could read the news all over the world. It was an eye-opener for him.
There was even such a nursery rhyme in Chang 'an, which said that the followers of the School of Mo knew the news all over the world without stepping out of the house.
Although there were still Confucian journals in Chang 'an, compared with the news brought back by Mo Jiazi's brother, who was spread all over the Tang dynasty, the news of the Confucian journals could be said to be lagging behind.
In addition, although Li Yun did not like Mo Jiazi, he disliked the Confucians even more. In comparison, he naturally chose the Mo's Journal.
"Buddhists save themselves, Taoists reform!"
Li Yun solemnly looked at today's headlines and could not help but feel touched. All along, he had been opposing Mo Jiazi's reform, thinking that Mo Jiazi had lost Mo Sheng's political philosophy of love and non-aggression. Instead, he focused on the study of the Ink Technique, which was simply putting the cart before the horse.
But now, when he saw the reform of Buddhism and Taoism, he could not help but feel touched. Even Buddhism and Taoism could cut off their own shortcomings and eliminate their own shortcomings. In contrast, what Mo Jiazi had done did not seem so unacceptable to him.
Besides, the Mo's Village, which focused on the study of the Ink Technique, was exceptionally prosperous, while they, who adhered to Mo Sheng's philosophy, could only hide in obscurity. Under such a contrast, it was obvious who was superior.
Not to mention the Mo's Village and Xiangfu's lineage, the comparison between him and Mo Jiazi made him feel even more desperate. When he cracked Mo Jiazi's bounty, he thought that his intelligence was not inferior to Mo Jiazi's, and he thought that he could compete with Mo Jiazi.
However, when he came to Chang 'an in person, he realized how amazing the genius of the School of Mohism was. He was able to move unhindered among the Hundred Schools of Thought. He fought against the monks of the School of Buddhism alone and returned victorious.
Fortunately, he still had something he was proud of, and that was the arch bridge in front of him. Li Yun turned his head and looked at the few bridge piers that could be faintly seen in the distance.
"Looks like I'll be the first to win this competition." Li Yun muttered.
Now his arch bridge was about to be closed, while the Mo's Village had just built a few piers. He did not believe that Mo Jiazi could make a comeback with such a big gap.
However, at this moment, there was an uproar on both sides of the Crooked River. Almost everyone ran in the direction of the Crooked River Bridge built by the Mo's Village.
"What's going on?" The old servant could not help but ask in surprise.
"I don't know. Let's find out in person!" Li Yun said with a gloomy face. He could not help but think of the rumors about Mo Jiazi in Chang 'an City.
"As long as Mo Jiazi makes a mistake, it will be the time for him to fight back."
This pattern had been confirmed countless times. Li Yun hurried to the Crooked River Bridge, but there was indeed a dark cloud in his heart that could not be dispelled.
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