An Shouzhong had no idea at all. Since he entered Huaiyuanfang, he was targeted. Although the believers in the temple were all devout believers of the God of Light, the facts proved that the God of Light was not as good as the light of the righteous way.

After paying a few gold coins, the Sogdian scoundrel who was bought by Feng Changqing learned the name of the new evil man from the mouth of a believer in the Ao Temple.

When Chen Guang came back from Yichunyuan, he learned about these things from Feng Changqing.

"After An Shouzhong went to the Ao Temple, Dassabao summoned the believers to perform sacrifices. Later, when the believers dispersed, there were ten fewer people than when they came."

Feng Changqing felt that the hundred-cent money was worth spending, and that Sogdian scoundrel was still a bit tricky, and it was beyond his expectations that he could find out the news.

"Does the court not care about this sacred temple?"

Chen Guang didn't care how An Shouzhong would deal with him. Instead, he felt unhappy after hearing about the Ao Temple. What kind of thing does this Ao Man have to deal with the matter if he dealt with the matter? What does this regard the court?

"What is the court in charge of? Chang'an County and Wannian County still wish that Manichi and Nestorians would do the same?"

Feng Changqing knew that Chen Guang had always thought that the court and the government should take charge of everything, and that the rules he had set up in the city were to even control the people below, so he naturally looked down on the Zoroastrian style.

"This Zoroastrian religion has been passed down in the Persian River for hundreds of years, and there are many believers. Many Hu merchants and Hu people in Xishi and Huaiyuanfang worship the God of Light and are used to acting in the teachings. Besides, if you ask them to go to the government to sue, there is no time for Chang'an County and Wannian County to care about these barbarian affairs!"

Although there are many Hu people in Chang'an City, the household registration of the Tang Dynasty is not so easy to obtain. Besides, ordinary Hu people dare not offend Han people, let alone the people will not sue the officials and not investigate them. If the disputes arose between Hu people, they will go to the government, so Chang'an County and Wannian County are too lazy to deal with.

"If Chen Lang thinks that the Jack is not good at teaching, at worst, we can go back to Anxi and build a few more Buddhist temples."

Feng Changqing smiled and said, "Originally, many worships the God of Light in the Western Regions. Later, Buddhism was prosperous and could compete with the Prajna in Anxi. When Persia was destroyed by the Great Food, the Prajna was not as popular as before, but the lean camel was bigger than the horse. The Prajna is still a centipede worm that dies without being stiff. Many small countries in Anxi are still believed by the royal family and powerful.

Chen Guang listened to what Feng Changqing said, but there was nothing to say. Although Buddhism suffered some blows after the Wuzhou Rebellion, the monks of the Tang Dynasty were still very enthusiastic about spreading Dharma to the outside world. In addition, monks not only had monks who specialized in preaching Dharma, but also had monks who specialized in protecting Dharma.

In addition, there are many Buddhist temples in Chang'an City, and the incense-rich temples are even more worthwhile. Even when preaching the Dharma, they can bring their own dry food. Chen Guang had long been thinking about these bald heads. The religious beliefs in Anxi are complex, including Zoropause, Manichaeism and Nestorianism, are complex. There are many sects in Buddhism alone, especially in the Tang Dynasty. Since Master Xuanzang presided over the translation of scriptures, he has long been different from Buddhism in India.

Although Buddhism flourished in Anxi, for the Buddhist sects in Chang'an, there were mostly heresy. In recent years, the four vassal states such as the Tang Dynasty, Kucha and Khotan, were converted to Chinese Buddhism, and even the scriptures used Chinese translations.

"Brother Feng, can An Shouzhong kill him?"

Suppressing his thoughts, Chen Guang asked Feng Changqing, "An Shouzhong was An Lushan's confidant, but since he used the dead soldiers to assassinate him, he would not spoil the fat man."

"What can't you do? Since he dares to attack Chen Lang, he will be an enemy of our Anxi Longyou. If that guy An Lushan has the courage, he will tear his face and see who is afraid of whom!"

Feng Changqing was murderous when he spoke. He had only one of Chen Guang, a close friend who never left him. Since An Shouzhong came to Huaiyuanfang, he would not want to go out alive. Even the God of Light could not protect him.

"Brother Feng, you said whether I can cheat me at that time..."

Chen Guang thought that he was very valued by Li Longji now, and thought about whether to use a bitter plan to trick An Lushan.

"Don't do things like fraud, it's not worth it."

Feng Changqing pondered for a while, and finally said decisively that although Chen Lang pretended to be injured, it might cause the saint to be furious and punish An Lushan, but if the injury is minor, it may not be too severe. If the injury is severe, it is not worth it.

What's more, An Lushan was also the governor of the two towns and was a general in the northern border town, so the saint would not touch him easily.

"Brother Feng said, it's because I'm greedy."

"Chen Lang doesn't have to worry about these troubles, he should study hard and prepare for the provincial examination next month."

Chen Guang didn't expect that it was now, and Feng Changqing was still obsessed with the fact that he passed the imperial examination and could not help but say, "I have memorized all the test questions sent by Feng Lang, but I am really powerless to do anything about the arguments and poetry."

"Your Majesty will definitely know the test questions in advance, and so will the poems and essays. Chen Lang doesn't have to worry about it."

Feng Changqing no longer had much hope for Chen Guang's study, that is, Du Zimei was still teaching Chen Lang to study diligently without any impatience, which made him quite ashamed.

At this moment, there was indeed a knock on the door outside the door, followed by Du Fu's clear voice, "Chen Lang, it's time to read."

For a moment, Chen Guang looked at Feng Changqing with helplessness on his face. Although Brother Saint of Poetry is not a corrupt scholar, he is a stubborn and true gentleman. He can't even bring back what he has determined. Now the entire Shi Mansion still thinks that he can read and learn is this old brother Du!

"Brother Feng, go, I will follow Brother Du to study."

Chen Guang waved his hand, then Feng Changqing got up and opened the door, and said to Du Fu, who was still full of energy, "Zimei, Chen Lang will entrust him to you."

"Don't worry, Chief Feng, I will urge Chen Lang to study."

Du Fu nodded, then sent Feng Changqing away, sat in front of Chen Guang, who was already sitting upright, and placed the poems he brought on the table, "These are all written by me in the past, and Chen Lang has memorized them all."

Chen Guang looked at the thick stack of paper, picked it up and looked at it, and found that the ink marks on it had not been completely dry yet. It was obviously just written down not long ago, "What are these?"

"The poems and essays that have been subject to examinations are always inseparable from poems such as sangs and sages. I have written a lot in the past to prepare for the exam."

Du Fu knew that Chen Guang's literary skills were too poor, and it was impossible to learn to write qualified poems in just over a month. Moreover, Chen Guang had other things to be busy with, so he took out all the practice works he had prepared for the exam. Without knowing the test questions, he would have memorized them all, and he would always have some chance to win.

"Thank you, Brother Du, for your understanding."

Thinking that as long as you don’t read those classics seriously and just recite poems, Shen Guang’s tense face finally showed a light expression. Brother Poetry is indeed an understanding and kind person.

"Chen Lang, this is an emergency. You must not lose your desire to study and learn. When you return to Anxi, I will arrange suitable courses for you..."

Du Fu said slowly that in his opinion, Chen Lang should be a perfect gentleman, how could he leave the shortcomings of not being able to understand poetry? If he could pass the imperial examination in this provincial examination, he would definitely go to Anxi Shousheng for three years to urge Chen Lang to study.

Looking at Du Fu's serious face, Chen Guang, who had not been happy for a long time, could only sigh heavily and said, "Thank you Brother Du, then.
Chapter completed!