Confucian Journal Station!
"Sha sha sha!" The entire station was bustling with activity. All the craftsmen were working hard, working overtime to finish the next issue of the scholarly journal.
Ma Fuzi, the chief editor of the Confucian Journal, picked up the half-finished copies of the Confucian Journal from time to time. Today was the release date of the Mo Journal. In a few days, it would be the release date of the Mo Journal. There was not much time left for the Confucian Journal. Chief Editor Ma had to check the quality of each issue of the Confucian Journal.
Now that the Mo Journal was popular, the Confucian Journal had fallen too far behind. Fortunately, the Confucian Journal and the Mo Journal would be released in a few days, so the Confucian Journal still had a certain market. Otherwise, it would be even more miserable.
At this moment, the owner of the Confucian Journal, Wei Sian, walked in worriedly and asked, "Master, has the ink problem of the Confucian Journal been solved?
After the storm of the Buddhist Journal, the circulation of the Mo Journal was much higher than that of the Confucian Journal. In order to solve the predicament of the Confucian Journal, Wei Sian and Chief Editor Ma learned from the painful experience and vigorously investigated the gap between the Mo Journal and the Confucian Journal. The result was that in addition to the information of the Confucian Journal falling behind the Mo Journal in content, the printing level was also far behind the Mo Journal.
Not only were the words printed by ink magazines smaller on the same paper, but they were also clearer. As a result, the ink magazines were able to print more content on the same size of paper, so they were naturally very popular. The culprit behind all of this was the inconspicuous ink in front of him.
"Replying to the owner, this time the Confucian Journal spent a lot of money to invite a descendant of the Xi Family, a famous ink-maker. He used the ink-blending method to mix the ink. Although it is still not as good as the ink produced by the Mo Family, it is already much better than all the previous inks of the Confucian Journal." Ma Fuzi breathed a sigh of relief.
The ink-blending method was the most advanced technique of making ink. Some expensive inkstones were made using the ink-blending method, and the ink produced was extremely fine.
Only then did Wei Sian loosen his furrowed brow. The Xi Clan was a famous ink maker of the Great Tang, and many scholars and poets held the Xi Clan's ink in high esteem. They had never imagined that even the Xi Clan's ink could not compare to the Mo Clan's ink.
"Let the Xi Clan continue to develop ink. I don't expect them to surpass the ink of the Mohist Clan, as long as they are on par with the ink of the Mohist Clan, it will be a great merit. I will reward them handsomely." Wei Sian said firmly. If he did not solve the ink problem of the Confucian journals, the Confucian journals would always be one step behind the Mo journals. This time, the conflict between the Mo and the Buddhists had undoubtedly shown the power of the journals. He had already gained the support of many important people, and money was no longer a problem.
Ma Fuzi nodded and said, "The matter of the ink will be handled by the Xi family. However, I have already thought of a way to increase the sales of Confucian journals."
"Oh!" Wei Sian couldn't help but look at Ma Fuzi in surprise. Although Confucian journals considered themselves to be orthodox Confucianism, their news was lagging behind, and some of their articles were rather boring. On the other hand, Mo journals had the latest news and information on how to get rich, Legalist Han Zheng's classic case reviews, and medical knowledge that was popularized from time to time. Mo journals were very popular, and their sales had always been several streets ahead of Confucian journals. Increasing the sales of Confucian journals had always been a worry for everyone.
"Boss, please take a look!" Ma Fuzi proudly picked up a half-printed Confucian journal and handed it to Wei Sian.
Wei Sian took it and looked at it. Before he even looked at the contents, he discovered that this edition of Confucian journals, which was half-finished with new ink, had already been printed with densely packed words. The words were already much smaller than before. In this way, they could greatly save on paper and save a lot of costs.
"This is …" When Wei Sian saw the contents, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Ma Fuzi nodded and said, "Yes, this is it."
Wei Sian immediately frowned. He considered Confucian journals to be extremely orthodox and disdained to publish such unfashionable theories. If even Confucian journals were to publish it, wouldn't it be as vulgar as Mo journals? In this way, not only would he not accept it, even the other scholars might not be able to accept it. This move might be self-defeating and ruin the current situation of Confucian journals.
Ma Fuzi naturally knew Wei Sian's thoughts. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Boss, don't be angry. This is not ordinary. It is a scholar and a beauty specially selected by the Old Man. It will definitely be greatly loved by the scholars. With this, the Old Man can guarantee that the sales of Confucian journals will definitely increase."
"A scholar and a beauty!"
Wei Sian calmed down and carefully looked at the Confucian journals in his hand. Sure enough, it was a down-and-out scholar who met a lady of a noble family. The two of them were met with many obstacles. In the end, the scholar became the top scholar and returned to his hometown in glory. The scholar and the beauty were happily married.
This kind of plot could be said to be common in later generations, but it was extremely novel in this era. Wei Sian nodded secretly in his heart. With this, the sales of Confucian journals would definitely soar.
However, before he could speak, a Confucian journal editor hurried in and shouted, "Not good, Mo journals are serializing again."
"Mo journals are serializing again?" Chief Editor Ma and Wei Sian were suddenly shocked. They clearly remembered that when Mo journals serialized "Liang Zhu", it was a frenzy in the Tang dynasty. Now that Mo journals had started serializing again, how could they not treat it seriously?
At the same time, they also had the idea of competing with Mo journals. This time, their scholar and beauty could compete with Mo journals.
"Legend of the White Snake"
When the two saw the title, they couldn't help but look at each other. Could it be that Mo journals was a biography, and it was about the White Snake? They couldn't help but despise it a little.
However, when they continued to read, they couldn't help but widen their eyes. The contempt in their hearts suddenly disappeared, and it brought a strong shock. It turned out that it could be written like this.
When they turned their heads to look at the Confucian journals that had already been published, they suddenly felt bored. They originally thought that the scholar and the beauty were a talented man and a beautiful woman.
"Stop, stop!" Chief Editor Ma's face was gloomy as he stopped the Confucian journals that were being printed.
"Chief Editor, why don't you print it?" An editor asked puzzledly.
Chief Editor Ma said angrily, "Once the Legend of the White Snake comes out, how can we print it?"
Chief Editor Ma didn't like Mo journals, but he had never despised them. Now that the Legend of the White Snake came out, no one in the world could compete with it. The scholar and beauty of the Confucian journals could only become a laughing stock. Even if they wanted to print it, they would have to wait until the craze of the Legend of the White Snake passed.
For the Confucian journals, the release of the Legend of the White Snake directly killed their plans. However, for the people of Chang 'an City, it once again set off a wave no less than that caused by "Liang Zhu".
The first thing that ignited the Legend of the White Snake was an unknown tune from the Mo Mansion.
"Ten years of cultivation to cross on the same boat, a hundred years of cultivation to sleep on the same pillow! If there is a fortune in a thousand years, we will grow old together! "
For a while, the whole city was humming this catchy tune. Coupled with the wonderful story of the Legend of the White Snake, it suddenly ignited the wave of the Legend of the White Snake.
"The White Snake is simply the model of a virtuous wife. She is beautiful, kind, and loves her husband." In Chang 'an City, almost all the men praised the White Snake.
Finally, for the sake of her husband, she didn't hesitate to flood the Jinshan Mountain and be suppressed under the Leifeng Pagoda, forever unable to rise up. Not only did she have a beautiful love, a harmonious and magical life, she also had the courage to risk her life for the sake of love. It could be said that White Lady was the embodiment of all the good qualities of a virtuous wife. Which husband under the heavens wouldn't be able to obtain such a wife?
"But the White Snake is a snake demon after all. Humans and demons have different paths. This love is wrong from the beginning." There were also some stubborn people who discontentedly argued.
"Fahai is a monk. How can he understand love? Besides, so what if humans and demons have different paths? As long as there is true love, they can be together. It's just that Xu Xian is too weak. It really pisses me off. "Many people were angry at Xu Xian.
"That's right. The White Snake's gratitude was personally taught by Guanyin. Fahai is just blindly worrying about it …"
"Besides, the White Snake's son, Xu Shilin, is also not a normal person. What's wrong with him?"
"The Buddhists are heartless. Do they expect others to be like them?"
… … …
Sure enough, as Master Hui Yuan predicted, once the "Legend of the White Snake" was published, the Buddhists' heartless precepts immediately became the target of all the people.
"You still don't know. Although the White Snake is fabricated, the person who wrote the" Legend of the White Snake "is a real White Snake." A merchant suddenly said mysteriously.
"Princess Changle?" Everyone suddenly looked at each other and said.
"What do you mean?" An idle man asked.
The merchant proudly said, "Do you know that in the Wangji Temple, Mo Jiazi persuaded the Buddhists to save themselves?"
Everyone nodded. This matter was spread in Chang 'an City. Moreover, Mo Jiazi's Bodhi Rest, Ananda Stone Bridge Love, and Mo Jiazi's "Rules and Precepts" made the people of Chang' an City stunned. No one thought that Mo Jiazi was so proficient in Buddhism.
The merchant smiled bitterly and said, "The problem is that Mo Jiazi's research on Buddhism is so profound that Master Hui Yuan highly praised him and gave him the position of the Six Patriarchs of Zen Sect."
"The Six Patriarchs of Zen Sect!" The people suddenly burst into an uproar, especially the Buddhists, who were even more shocked. Anyone who knew the history of Buddhism would know how respected the Six Patriarchs of Zen Sect was.
"What's the result?" Everyone quickly asked. This was a big gossip of the Hundred Schools of Thought. How could they not be curious?
"Of course, Mo Jiazi refused. He wants to revive the Mo Family. Naturally, he won't change his mind." Seeing that everyone was attracted, the merchant couldn't help but feel proud.
"Oh!" Everyone let out a sigh of relief. They didn't know whether it was a pity or a relief.
"That's right. Mo Jiazi and Princess Changle love each other more than gold. How could he abandon his wife and choose to be a monk?"
"Mo Jiazi is in charge of the Mo Family. His status is not lower than the Six Patriarchs of Buddhism."
…
Everyone discussed among themselves and expressed their understanding of the Mo Family's son's rejection.
The merchant continued mysteriously, "However, although Mo Jiazi refused, how could Princess Changle rest assured? In my opinion, Princess Changle published the "Legend of the White Snake" to show her determination to the Buddhists. "
Everyone nodded in agreement. According to the merchant's analysis, everyone compared the plot of the "Legend of the White Snake". They found that, except for a little exaggeration, the rest of the story was surprisingly similar.
For a while, the image of Princess Changle, who was dressed as a woman and courageously pursued love, gradually merged with the image of White Snake, who was a virtuous wife who didn't hesitate to break the law of Heaven to save her husband. Suddenly, the symbol of a perfect woman appeared in everyone's mind.
"Princess Changle is really a wonderful woman!" The people of Chang 'an City praised. For a while, Princess Changle's reputation soared again.
…
"Good! You're really my daughter! "
Li Shimin looked at the "Legend of the White Snake" in the Mo Magazine and couldn't help but laugh loudly. In the hall, a beautiful tune came out of Zheng Chonghua's mouth, like a lark, which was particularly pleasant to the ear.
Following the spread of the Mo Periodical, 'The Legend of the White Snake' was naturally known by everyone in the Palace. Even that little tune was naturally transmitted into the Palace. The one who sang it the best was the youngest, Zheng Chonghua, who was very much loved by Li Shimin.
However, Li Shimin was still a little scared. He just tricked Mo Jiazi and asked him to persuade the Buddhists. He didn't expect Mo Jiazi to do it so beautifully. He actually used Buddhism to persuade the Buddhists.
Thinking that Mo Jiazi was so proficient in Buddhism, if he really took it too hard, no! If he suddenly came to a realization, then he would be in trouble. Was he supporting his daughter to flood the Buddhists, or was he on the side of the Buddhists because of the kindness of the Buddhists? Thinking about it made his scalp tingle. Fortunately, Meton was tactful and didn't make it difficult for him.
"Your Majesty, I'm singing enthusiastically. Why are you distracted?" Zheng Chonghua leaned on the side and said with a look of dissatisfaction.
Li Shimin suddenly understood. He laughed and took Zheng Chonghua's jade hand and said, "I'm not thinking. We must have a thousand years of fate in our previous life. In this life, we can sleep on the same bed and grow old together."
From Li Shimin's point of view, his marriage with Zheng Chonghua was also full of twists and turns. Back then, because of Zheng Chonghua and Lu Shuang's previous engagement, everyone in the imperial court was against it. In the end, they benefited from Moton's new marriage concept of mutual consent, which allowed Li Shimin to find a reason to overcome the objections of the masses and take Zheng Chonghua into his harem.
"That must be the blessing of this concubine's thousand years of cultivation in my previous life."
Zheng Chonghua took the opportunity to snuggle into Li Shimin's arms, but in her heart, she said miserably, "Could it be that Meton and I were really not fated in our previous life, so we are destined to pass by each other in this life?"
If Princess Changle knew, she would definitely be filled with helplessness. In order to meet Meton, she had no choice but to disguise as a woman. In order to prevent her Imperial Father from objecting, she even secretly used a secret code for several months. Although the two of them had a positive result, not only did they have to guard against the covetous eyes of other women, they also had to fight with a group of monks for their husband.
It's too difficult for me!
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