Seeing that Zhang Zhe was reading a shabby Buddhist scripture, Pang Shuai couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "Zhang Zhe, Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist books, and temples have always had the habit of donating Buddhist seals and giving them to people for marriage. Those who are dedicated to Buddhism will also be careful.
For safekeeping, there is generally a lot of circulation, and there is not much room for appreciation.”
"Young men, don't talk nonsense, this is a handwritten scripture with history!" The stall owner was not happy with Pang Shuai's interruption.
Pang Shuai ignored him and continued to persuade Zhang Zhe: "I think this bronze Buddha statue is quite good. Maybe it has some age."
When the stall owner saw him promoting more expensive Buddha statues, he also advised: "Buddhism talks about fate. There are so many stalls here at Xiaonanmen. You can come to me and squat down to look at it. This is fate! These hand-written Buddhist scriptures,
You see, they are all in traditional Chinese characters, and they have history! The price of fate is 250 yuan per book; this Buddha statue is an unearthed cultural relic. I collected it personally in the countryside. I am just a small business and have no channels, so I might as well designate to sell it.
Big price. If you are lucky today, if you are willing to go back to worship, collect, or give it away, I will give you an auspicious 888! If you buy them all together, I will give you a golden toad consecrated by the eminent monk to attract wealth."
Pang Shuai had already curled his lips. From what he knew, this was just an ordinary bronze Buddha statue, not an unearthed cultural relic. He would introduce this just to divert Zhang Zhe's attention, and then leave because he thought the price was high.
"My dormitory is small, so it's not convenient for me to ask Buddha statues to go back and make offerings. I don't want to consecrate the golden toad, but I just want to take a look at these few scriptures and compare them with the current ones. But the price of 250 is too much, isn't it? These few books
As an experienced person, Pang Shuai wanted to dissuade him. He lost 500 yuan on a few books. Maybe he got them for free at the temple and used them himself to sell them... But then he thought about it, wasn't he like this before? Just now.
When we first start contacting someone, we are always full of confidence, trusting our intuition, and trusting the fate we saw at first sight. Even after being struck again and again, we still feel the same way now. The calmness at this moment is only clear to the beholder!
Since persuasion was of no use, he did not dampen Zhang Zhe's interest and asked him to pay his tuition fees.
"Four books for only 500 yuan? You're buying clothes at the night market! You still cut them in half!" the stall owner said disdainfully, as if he didn't want to take it.
"It's not about cutting them in half. As my friend said, many Buddhist scriptures are given away for circulation. Many monks also copy the scriptures for homework and practice. It is very common even if they are copied by hand. These three books of yours all have many defects and cinnabar.
It's also faded, and you can't tell what era it is from. You can't just sell it as an antique if it's in traditional Chinese, right? You know, Buddhism emphasizes not being greedy, and money is something external to the body. If it's not a famous monk, it's not worth much."
As soon as Zhang Zhe opened a pawn shop, among other things, he definitely developed his ability to negotiate and haggle prices. He said this with evidence, and he seemed to be a very knowledgeable person.
The stall owner saw that this was not the first time Pang Shuai came here, and even if it was the first time Zhang Zhe came here, it was not the first time he bought similar things. After weighing it, although 500 yuan was a little less, it was still worth it.
The cost is low and it can still be sold.
"Forget it, since we are destined, 500 will be 500!"
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"How do you feel?" Pang Shuai didn't mean to be sarcastic, he just wanted to see if he was worth it. Looking back on the first time, he was very eager for someone to share this joy of hope.
Zhang Zhe smiled: "Just like a person knows how hot or cold he drinks water, if he wants to know the temperature of the water, he must take a sip himself. Otherwise, he can't understand it just by listening to other people's descriptions. Even if the purchase is wrong this time, I
I don’t regret it either.”
There was one thing he didn't say, so he thought that this thing might be a bit rare, so he planned to give it to Sun Ruoying. The two hundred thousand yuan in debt was just a casual comment from her that was not true. As long as the thing she gave was slightly pleasing to her, no matter what the real thing was.
No matter how valuable it is, part of it can be offset. If one can be valued at 5,000 like the previous two books, then the 500 will not be a loss.
After returning to school and separated from Pang Shuai, Zhang Zhe immediately called a number given by Sun Ruoying. The man who answered the phone asked for the time and address after hearing what he meant, and then asked him to wait.
This was a matter of books, and it was also a solemn scripture. Zhang Zhe thought about how to be more elegant. With his income, of course, he could not afford to go to places like "listening to the wind", but he still chose a teahouse as the venue.
A place to meet.
While drinking tea and waiting for others, Zhang Zhe was also accustomed to reading. What he was reading this time were the four books that were about to be given away soon. Three of them were cinnabar hand-written scriptures, but they were not well preserved and could not be read.
As for the eyebrow title, based on his basic knowledge of Buddhist scriptures, it was impossible to know what scripture it was just from the content. So after briefly looking through it, he put it aside and looked at another printed booklet.
"In ancient times, there was an essay written by Rong Zhai, which I wrote under the bamboo window. Every now and then I felt something, and I wrote it; sometimes I saw something, and I wrote it. From the first time to the next, it became two pieces! Now that I am eighty years old, I know that seventy-nine
As time goes by, he realizes that his heart has not yet calmed down. However, he has been living in a happy life for a long time, and he is unable to work diligently, so he walks thousands of mountains on the same bed, and wanders around in hundreds of lives with a sundial, and accumulates what he feels and sees.
Years suddenly turn into pieces..."
This volume prints one of the volumes of "Bamboo Window Essays" written by the eminent monk Lianchi in the late Ming Dynasty. It contains short essays written by the eminent monk Lianchi in the late Ming Dynasty. It includes a detailed analysis of Zen, Buddhism, and the correct view of Jing, as well as a discussion of the differences between Buddhism and Confucianism.
, as well as the life and deeds of practitioners, etc.
Zhang Zhe read a few articles, and found that the writing was not obscure, the organization was clear, and the meaning was easy to understand. He had also heard of Master Lianchi, who was revered as the eighth generation founder of the Pure Land Sect of Buddhism and one of the four eminent monks of the Ming Dynasty, but did not go into details.
I understand, I just remember that he wrote the "Essay on Giving Up Killing and Release Life", opened a life release pool and a life release center, lived a simple and simple life, always covered himself with linen and plain clothes, and used a linen curtain for decades, and he did everything by himself.
He waited until he had read dozens of articles before the person who had answered the phone came. When they met, it turned out to be the fierce man who had stopped their car that day and "hijacked" the three of them to go to the "Tingfeng Meeting" to meet Sun Ruoying.
Zhang Zhe originally complained a little about his late arrival, but when he saw this iron tower-like, unsmiling and murderous man, he didn't say anything and handed it over to him directly.
The man was not very polite. He came and left in a hurry. He didn't think it was inappropriate to make Zhang Zhe wait for a long time, and he simply ignored Zhang Zhe's existence. He was like a robot that came to carry things. He took the things and left.
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Maybe... not to mention Sun Ruoying, even in the eyes of her subordinates, I am a low-class person who would look down upon with disdain! Zhang Zhe laughed at himself and drank up the cup of tea in front of him. There is nothing to complain about.
Only by making yourself a significant figure can you gain the attention of others!
When he paid the bill and left, he accidentally bumped into two people entering the teahouse, one of whom was an acquaintance.
