The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

"Organ Hall: Those who are not proficient in organs and who are not loyal to the Tang Dynasty are not allowed to enter."

"Holy Confucian Palace: Those who enter the Holy Confucian Palace must study hard and ask questions. They are not old enough to show off their old age, and they are not to learn a lot to show off. Those who are not loyal to the Tang Dynasty are not allowed to enter."

"The Hall of Martial Arts: If you don't enter heaven and man, if you are not loyal to the Tang Dynasty, you cannot enter."

"The Hall of Farming: Those who are not good at labor and loyal to the Tang Dynasty are not allowed to enter."

"Hall of Law..."

Not only the officials were interested in the huge stele, but even the common people gathered to watch it, and were dumbfounded by the contents on it.

"What does His Highness the Crown Prince mean? Could it be that the Canon School wants to gather the strengths of hundreds of schools?"

"His Royal Highness wants to unify the rivers and lakes?"

"Looking at the names and introductions of the halls above, it seems that His Royal Highness means this."

No one thought that the Tibetan scripture sect had such great ambitions, or that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had such great ambitions.

"The requirements of the Martial Arts Palace are too strict. To reach the realm of heaven and man, there are only a few heaven and man in the world."

"Don't look, we can't get in, we don't have that talent."

"If you can't enter the Martial Arts Hall, you can always try other things, such as the Farming Hall, and you can learn a lot."

"How do I get in? Where do I sign up?"

. . . .

Before the introduction of improved papermaking and movable type printing, the people were already in chaos.

Just as the people were discussing, Jin Zunlong's carriage drove out with hundreds of guards, full of deterrence.

Seeing this, the common people knelt down and bowed their heads and shouted, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

There is no one to sit on the golden cup and the dragon except Li Shimin, the current sage.

The people inside Long Tuo were silent, and after Long Tuo drove away slowly, the people dared to stand up.

When they stood up, they found that all civil and military officials had already stood in front of the stele.

Qin Shubao teased Fang Xuanling playfully.

"Master Prime Minister, your son has become the head of the School of Law. Are you also going to be the head of the Buddhist scriptures?"

Fang Xuanling took a few steps back in embarrassment, and gave up his seat.

Fang Yiai stole the limelight this time, if he takes another position, it will be too hated.

As soon as he exited, Baiguan squeezed forward.

"My kid is going to the Farming Hall to earn a lot of money!"

"My daughter is going to enter the medical hall, and she can become a good name in the future by hanging the pot to help the world."

"Trick Hall, my son has been interested in trick art since he was a child, he must be very talented!"

"Entering the Law School, there must be a place above the court."

"Holy Confucian Hall, my son is going to the Holy Confucian Hall, and he will definitely become a great Confucian."

. . . .

Seeing that all civil and military officials are so crazy, although the common people are not qualified to participate, they already have the idea in their hearts to find out the news.

An hour passed, and it was long after noon, but the noise in a teahouse was full of people, extending to the street.

It's because the storyteller in this restaurant has inquired about the inside news of the Cangjing sect.

The storyteller sang an opera, took a sip from the spout of the teapot and said.

"If you talk about the Buddhist scriptures, it's really amazing."

"Let's talk about the Holy Confucian Palace first. Normally, we buy paper for one penny, which is the worst rough paper, but the Holy Confucian Palace has improved the papermaking technology, ten sheets per penny! Not only that, but the movable type printing is even more powerful. Nissan Thousands of books, let ordinary people have books to read."

"It is said that as long as you join the Hall of Sages and Confucians, you will have endless good papers and endless books of sages!"

"There is also the organ hall, Quyuanli came out, and we can cultivate the land in the future, so we can no longer rely entirely on cattle."

"The Farming Hall is even more amazing. Immortal rice matures every April, five hundred catties per mu, and potatoes are harvested every three months, five hundred catties per mu. From now on, we will never have to worry about hunger again." Stomach."

"and also...."

The storyteller was talking like he was spitting, as if he had gone to the Buddhist scriptures himself.

The common people were fascinated and fascinated when they heard it.

For a while, everyone wanted to join the Buddhist scripture sect.

Thousands of people came to visit at the gate of the Buddhist scriptures sect. In just half a day, the number of students in the Shengru Hall exceeded a hundred.

The other halls, except for the Daomen Hall, also accepted more or less disciples, but they were all descendants of Tang officials.

There were also many people who pretended to be Confucian scholars and entered the Hall of Sacred Confucianism but inquired about other things. Li Kuan directly expelled them from the sect, but they did not take their lives.

These Confucian scholars have already seen the magic of the Tibetan scriptures, and they will spread them everywhere.

At night, everything was silent, but the frenzy aroused by the Canon Sect spread out from Chang'an City as the center, and spread far away.