Honglu Temple Inn.

As monks and Taoists from all over the Ming Dynasty came to Beijing, the Guanyi gradually became lively.

But none of these people seemed very happy. Even the eminent monk from Mount Wutai kept a straight face all day long and showed no interest in the people and things around him.

The monks were all so depressed, and Master Zhang Yuchu of Longhu Mountain was also unhappy.

Because he heard a rumor that the imperial court's invitation to come to Beijing to discuss Taoism was false, and wanted them to hand over the temple property, which was true.

What they had accumulated over the years in Longhu Mountain might be lost in his hands. How could he not feel anxious?

Compared with the worries of these famous people, Zhang Sloppy, who stayed at Huimin Medical Center all day, felt much more comfortable.

When I had time, I led a group of medical students to the ward for rounds, and discussed the latest treatment plans with the most outstanding doctors in Ming Dynasty. My life couldn't be more fulfilling.

As for the reconstruction of the Wudang Mountain Dojo promised by the old emperor and the emperor's grandson, he had long since ignored it.

He finally figured it out. The grandfather and grandson would only try to coax him with words, but they didn't want them to pay to help him build the dojo.

On this day, he had just led the students to complete the ward inspection and gave medical instructions to several patients who had just undergone simple operations, when he saw his old friend Zhang Yuchu waiting at his door.

As soon as Zhang Sloppy saw Zhang Yuchu, he knew that this guy was looking for him. He just wanted to use his identity as the master of the emperor's grandson to ask him to intercede with the emperor's grandson and not to confiscate their fields in Longhu Mountain.

However, Zhang Suluo's own family knew about his family affairs, and the emperor's grandson simply did not believe their evil deeds. He had no face at all with the emperor's grandson.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother is here to pay a visit!"

"Junior Brother Yuchu, Pindao is very busy right now. How about you come to visit me another day?"

Zhang Yuchu shook his head firmly when he heard this.

"No!"

"Tomorrow is the time for discussion. No one knows what will happen after tomorrow. Let's come and visit today."

Seeing that there was no way to shirk Zhang Sugao, he could only send the students away first, and then led Zhang Yuchu to his office.

"Junior brother Yuchu, I know why you are here."

"I really can't help you with this matter, you'd better find a solution on your own!"

Zhang Yuchu said with a melancholy look on his face when he heard this.

"Senior brother, the Taoist sect in the world is one family, you can't just sit back and ignore it, right?"

"Senior brother, no matter what you say, you are taking advantage of Master Huang Taisun's great righteousness. As long as you open your mouth, Huang Taisun will give you some face!"

"Junior brother, I don't ask for much, I just want to keep half of the land, and the remaining half will be dedicated to the court and the emperor's grandson!"

When Zhang Suluo heard what Zhang Yuchu said, the expression on his face softened slightly.

"If you can really give half of it, there might still be a chance for this."

"Just don't think too highly of me as your master. What I told the old emperor was Daitian's teaching. In principle, I'm just the emperor's grandson's elder brother..."

Zhang Yuchu couldn't help but blush when he heard this. In fact, whether it was his master or his senior brother, it was both lies told by the two of them.

It's just that the two of them have always been curious, why did the emperor's grandson never take the initiative to expose them?

"Then it's Senior Brother Lao!"

"As long as senior brother can help me preserve half of the land in Longhu Mountain, junior brother is willing to spend three million taels of silver to help senior brother build the Wudang Mountain Dojo!"

"Three million?"

Zhang Sugao, who has lived in a cave for half his life, couldn't roll his eyes when he heard "three million".

This Longhu Mountain is worthy of being a thousand-year-old dojo. She is so rich that she even took out three million taels of silver without blinking an eye!

After Zhang Sugao sent away Zhang Yuchu, he welcomed Abbot Yuanjue of Daxiantong Temple in Mount Wutai.

"Yuanjue has met the real protector of the country!"

Zhang Sulu's official title is Tongwei Huaguo Zhenzhen, who was personally granted the title by Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing what Yuan Jue said, Zhang Suluo quickly stood up and returned the courtesy.

"Pindao has met Abbot Yuanjue!"

Abbot Yuanjue was not simple either. The Xiantong Temple where he lived was rebuilt under the order of Emperor Hongwu, and he personally inscribed the plaque "Da Xiantong Temple" to show his trust.

It can be said that both of them have official endorsements, but in the long run, Zhang Sloppy's endorsement is greater.

After all, he occupies the title of master of the emperor's grandson, and he is also the emperor's personally appointed Tongwei Manifestation Protector of the Country.

The word "protecting the country" alone is unmatched by the abbots and abbots of other temples.

"You're welcome, Master Huguo. This poor monk is not here to talk about Taoism. He just wants to talk about common things with fellow Taoists."

"I wonder what you think about the imperial court imposing taxes on temples and Taoist temples?"

Zhang Suluo doesn't have much property in Wudang Mountain, so he has never been interested in this matter.

But since the great abbot of Xiantong Temple had asked, he could only bite the bullet and say a few words.

"Although you and I are called outsiders, the troubled world we live in belongs to the orthodoxy of the imperial dynasty."

"As the saying goes, everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers."

"If the price cannot allow the Buddha to advise His Majesty, in my humble opinion, the tax that should be paid should be paid."

"Don't you see that the Wuzong destroyed the Buddha?"

"Now His Majesty and the Emperor's Grandson just want you to pay taxes like the common people in the world. They haven't destroyed temples and destroyed Buddhas yet, so you should just cooperate..."

This is not the answer Yuanjue wants. He came here to seek allies.

"Zhenzhen Zhang, aren't you afraid that the Taoist sect will decline?"

Zhang Sloppy smiled when he heard this.

"What the abbot said is too funny. Since your Buddhist sect entered the Middle Earth, when has my Taoist sect prospered?"

"Of the four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, not a single pavilion belongs to a Taoist sect!"

When Zhang Sloppy said this, he couldn't help but vomit sourly.

"When it comes to defrauding money, my Taoist sect can't keep up with your Buddhist sect..."

"Therefore, let you Buddhists spend more. I think this is in line with the way of heaven."

"The way of heaven has done more harm than good and made up for the deficiency!"

In fact, the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism was no less than the dispute between the imperial court and their tax collectors. Even when faced with Yuan Jue, who took the initiative to come to seek peace, Zhang Sloppy could not help but make some sarcastic remarks.

When Yuan Jue heard Zhang's sloppy sarcasm, he was worthy of being a contemporary eminent monk, and there was no sign of anger on his face.

"Zhenzhen Zhang is serious. It's just that the believers worship the Buddha. We monks only keep this gift of worshiping the Buddha for the good men and women in the world. The incense money will eventually be given back to the believers and the people..."

Yuan Jue's answer was not unwise, but it was just too funny to Zhang's sloppy ears. When he was young, he traveled around famous mountains and rivers, and he heard and saw a lot. How could he believe this nonsense?

As the saying goes, there are many famous mountain monks in the world. If he had not been able to defeat the group of monks in Songshan Mountain, he would not have gone to Mount Wutai to open a dojo.

But there is nothing to say about this matter. Who told them that they were not up to par in their sect and could not do as well as these monks in deceiving people? Yuan Jue talked for a while, but when he saw that Zhang Sloppy still refused to fight, he could only use his trump card.

"The poor monk heard that Master Zhang has always wanted to build a monastery. If you don't give up, the poor monk will represent all the temples in Mount Wutai and build a pure copper hall for Master Zhang."

Hearing these words, Zhang Sulu was suddenly inspired. He had had a wish in his early years to build a golden palace in Wudang Mountain to absorb the true and pure thunder energy from the sky to assist his cultivation.

However, he only mentioned this matter to a few of his disciples and never to outsiders. How did the old monk know?

"Thank you, Abbot, for your kindness. However, the cost of building a pure copper hall is too high, and I dare not accept such a great gift from you."

"Master Zhang, don't be polite. Didn't the poor monk just say that believers' incense money is taken from the people and used for the people."

"Although Buddhism and Taoism have different paths, they do share the same goal in soothing people's hearts and guiding people to do good. The poor monk who built a Taoist temple for Master Zhang is also building a Taoist temple for the people of the world."

"this……"

When Zhang Suluo heard what Monk Yuanjue said, he didn't know how to refuse for a moment, so he could only

He said reluctantly.

"To be honest, Pindao doesn't have much face in the court. I'm afraid it will be difficult to help Master Yuanjue achieve his wish."

Upon hearing this, Yuanjue put his hands together and said a Buddha's name.

"What wish does this poor monk have?"

"What the poor monk only wants is for the people to live and work in peace and contentment, and for the Ming Dynasty to have good weather!"

When Zhang Sugao heard this, he exclaimed in his heart, "This old monk is of a high rank. Even in private meetings, he never said anything wrong!"

"What a coincidence!"

"The poor Taoist's wish is the same as the master's!"

After seeing Yuanjue away, Zhang Suluo met several monks and Taoist priests one after another.

Many of these people, whom he once looked up to but couldn't reach, now come to worship him, donating money and materials to help him build a dojo, while flattering him and praising himself as the leader of the Taoist sect.

Fortunately, Zhang Sloppy has long passed the age where he likes to listen to nice words, otherwise he would really not be able to withstand their deception.

Even so, after spending another day with a group of monks and Taoists, Zhang Sloppy was still a little distracted. Even when he dreamed at night, he saw the scene of the Thunder Fire Refining Hall on the top of Wudang Mountain.
To be continued...