Since ancient times, there have been hundreds of poems that have been passed down through the ages. There are 300 poems from the Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty, and Yuan Dynasties.
But how many biographical stories can be passed down through the ages? There are only a few such as "The Peony Pavilion" and "The Romance of the West Chamber".
Zong Lai naturally knew this. He understood this when he was reading Journey to the West just now. He was pretending to be disdainful. Naturally, it was not that Journey to the West was really worthless, but that he wanted to take the initiative and did not want to suffer losses.
Just taking advantage.
Han Du saw that although Zong's face turned ugly, he was holding his neck and did not speak, so he had to force him again. He stretched out his hand to take Journey to the West back and said: "Since the master has no intention of this, I have to think about it again."
If anyone is interested in this, maybe he can offer a high price, Master, can you tell me?"
Shaking his head deliberately, Han Du continued to tease with a tsk in his mouth: "Oh, but in this case, Master, your ten or eight books will have to be compiled. Otherwise, when the two are compared, the collection
The book compiled by your entire Buddhist power is not as good as such a thing, so where should you put your Buddhist face? That is too embarrassing, don't you think so, Master?"
Zong Long looked at Han Du angrily. He originally thought that Han Du was so young that he probably couldn't withstand his deception. Although Han Du was young, his mind was as cunning as an old fox. His own thoughts,
It was impossible to hide it from his eyes.
At this time, Lao Zhu also understood why Han Du was so confident. At the same time, he was also curious about the book in Han Du's hand, so he said, "Let me take a look."
Han Du suddenly acted like a bitch and quickly handed the book over.
Lao Zhu quickly opened it, and after reading it briefly, he said with a smile: "It's really good. Although it's just a biography, he was an expert who wrote it."
Lao Zhu's literary attainments are very high, and he can see the extraordinaryness of Journey to the West at a glance. How can such a thing be obtained casually? Only now do I know that Zong Lai was bragging just now and returned eight copies out of ten.
.Just like Han Du said, if Zong Li could come up with a copy of this kind of thing, Lao Zhu would admire him.
"Li Xiucai, I didn't expect that one day you would also blackmail me."
Seeing that the emperor had spoken, Zong Ai had no choice but to stop pretending and sighed helplessly: "Please forgive me, the emperor. I don't blame the poor monk for deceiving him. It's really Mr. Han who opened his mouth and asked for too much. If the poor monk agrees,
If you don’t, I’m afraid I will become a sinner in Buddhism.”
"A sinner? Not necessarily." Lao Zhu closed the book, returned it to Han Du, and said slowly.
When Zong Lai heard this, he immediately bowed and bowed, and replied: "I, the poor monk, listen respectfully to the holy teachings."
"I have also heard about Han Du's conditions. It is indeed not easy for Buddhists. But who asked you to ask Han Du now? In this business, there is always one buy and one sell, right? Han Du now has in his hands what you want.
If you want something, you can't just give it away and just take it for nothing. Wouldn't this be like being a bachelor?"
"The emperor's lesson is that transactions naturally require some sacrifice. If Mr. Han wants gold and silver, no matter how much, just name the number and the poor monk will find a way to get it together. But this temple... poor man
The monk really does not dare to risk the great injustice in the world."
Zong Lai gritted his teeth and said, but still refused to let go.
Lao Zhu saw this and turned to look at Han Du, wanting to ask what Han Du meant.
Han Du understood what Lao Zhu meant, but Han Du had no intention of relenting, and said with a sneer: "Master is really arrogant. If I don't go to Buddhism to cancel the temple field, but ask for one hundred thousand taels of silver, Master can also
Can you give it out?"
Zong Lai took a breath and looked at Han Du's mouth. Just now, he thought, what kind of lion's mouth is there? This is simply the mouth of the ancient giant Kun.
One hundred thousand taels of silver, what a loss for him.
Even Lao Zhu was shocked by the number that Han Du said with his lips. To be honest, since he became the emperor, Lao Zhu had never thought of using such a big number, let alone opening his mouth to ask for it.
One hundred thousand taels of silver.
"Here, is there so much money in the world?" Lao Zhu murmured to himself.
Han Du glanced at Lao Zhu and did not answer him. There should not be any in the world now, but there are indeed some in the whole world, and there are more than that. Not to mention silver, even if it is gold, there are too many on the entire earth.
Number. Someone has made statistics. If all the gold on the earth were mined, how much would there be?
It can probably cover the entire earth's land area with a layer four meters thick, that's all.
Zong Ai stared blankly at Han Du, and after a while he said: "You are trying to force someone to do something difficult. One hundred thousand taels of silver is simply impossible to do. There is not that much silver in the world."
"So you see, do you think it would be easier to give up on Terada now? At least it's not completely impossible, it's just a matter of thinking or not?" Han Du spread his hands with a smile.
"And the benefits of Journey to the West to Buddhism are not limited to that. If the master says that Journey to the West is written by Buddhism, wouldn't it be able to further enhance the reputation of Buddhism. If this incense becomes more prosperous, the annual income may be
It’s not necessarily more than those temple fields. The benefits of these temple fields to the temple are actually not as great as the master thought.”
Zong Di was very hesitant. On the one hand, the benefits of obtaining Journey to the West were very great, and on the other hand, the harm of giving up Journey to the West was also very great. This made Zong Di not know how to make a decision for a moment.
Give up the temple field, there is no way to explain it to the world of Buddhism. Give up Journey to the West, then the reputation of Buddhism among the common people may be damaged, or even more.
"Master Han, if you don't take out this Journey to the West, how about this humble monk who owes you a favor?" In desperation, Zong Di had to resort to dragging.
If you want to delay time, there is no way.
Han Du glanced at Lao Zhu out of the corner of his eye and saw him shaking his head imperceptibly, so he chuckled and shook his head at Zong Ling.
Zong Long's face suddenly turned ugly and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Han Du.
"Master, please don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm causing harm, but that a lot of people know about this thing. It's just a short time. It's inevitable that people will spread it over time."
Han Du meant that time waits for no one, in order to put pressure on Zong Long.
Zong Lai was naturally dissatisfied with this, but he could not command Han Du, so he had to turn his attention to the emperor and ask him for help.
Facing Zong Long's pitiful eyes, Lao Zhu coughed a few times to cover up his gaffe. He really didn't expect that Han Du could force Zong Long to this point.