Zhu Yuanzhang was surprised and looked Zhu Bai up and down: "Hey, boy, you know a lot."
Zhu Bai grinned: "I heard this from people on the way to Zhongdu."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "No matter how much you know, just learn from the Zen master honestly. You are making such a fuss just to calm down!"
Zhu Bai: "My father gave my son the monopoly on salt, and my son stopped making trouble."
Zhu Yuanzhang became a little impatient: "What do you want those for? We will wait until you are older."
Zhu Bai's eyes shone brightly and he said: "Father, I am sure that I will keep my word. Please give me an accurate letter. When will I give it to you?"
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed angrily. Seeing that there was still a fish scale on his face, he stretched out his hand to pick it off and said earnestly: "Learn well from the Zen Master and the Master. First, practice your dog crawling words, otherwise you will be criticized later.
Everyone will laugh at them."
Then he tilted his eyes at Zong Lai, with a clear murderous look in his eyes: "Master, I will leave this child to you."
Zong Li hurriedly lowered his head and clasped his hands together: "I understand."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Bai again: "Listen carefully to the Zen Master, otherwise I will deprive you of a fief next year."
Zhu Bai's face wrinkled into a ball: Tsk, he hit the nail on the head.
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After fishing for fish on the ice, Zen Master Zongli finally realized his role.
He is the Monkey King of Monkey King and the bitrix of the fierce horse.
Ah, no, that's not accurate.
Because Tang Monk has a tight spell, the horse bit can cause pain to strong horses.
He had nothing but persuasion.
But if Zhu Bai could be persuaded to come back, he wouldn't be able to control his own father.
Just now he told Zhu Bai that the Confucian classic "Book of Rites·Yue Ling" said: "Rotten grass is a firefly."
Zhu Bai, who was drowsy after hearing this, immediately woke up and said: "No, fireflies are the general name for those bugs that can emit light in the phylum Hexapod, subphylum Insecta, order Coleoptera, family Lucidae. In fact, the ancients thought it was a species of rotten grass.
It works because the female worm likes to lay her eggs in places with lots of water and grass."
Zong Ling looked at him dumbfounded.
I was so sleepy that I forgot that I was also an ancient...
Zhu Bai wiped his face and said, "I'm talking nonsense, please continue."
Zong Lai took a deep breath and said in his heart: "Amitabha, don't be angry, don't be angry, as long as you don't run away or make trouble."
In fact, he wanted to say: How about you go on sleeping, and the two of us will finish the day.
But thinking about it, no, it would be too insulting to his reputation.
Come to think of it, he was the most popular preacher in the Ming Dynasty.
Zong Lai looked sincere: "What do you want to hear, Your Highness? Tell me, and I will explain it well."
Zhu Bai thought for a while and said, "Tell me if there are any methods in the collection of scriptures that teach people how to make money and get rich."
Zong Lai shook his head: "No."
Zhu Bai sneered: "Impossible. You must know but refuse to tell me. Then I won't listen."
Zong Lai nodded: "Yes, "Yubao Dharani Sutra"."
Zhu Bai's eyes widened: "It really does."
Zong Lai nodded: "Yes, if you recite this scripture, you can make a fortune."
Amitabha, don’t blame the Buddha. He advises people to do good, but lying is really helpless.
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Zhu Bai came out of the Buddhist hall and happened to meet Lan Yu coming out of the imperial study.
Lao Zhu seems to have calmed down recently and has begun to meet Lan Yu frequently again.
Lan Yu finally doesn't have to worry about being "clicked" one day.
All this was thanks to Zhu Bai, so Lan Yu was particularly grateful when she saw Zhu Bai and asked: "What is your highness holding in your hand? You are so happy."
Zhu Bai smiled and replied: "Secrets of getting rich."
Lan Yu: "Hey, it's so amazing."
Zhu Bai: "Master, help me print a thousand copies, and I will give you one."
Lan Yu: "No, no, no, no need. I don't need any secrets on getting rich, I can just print them for you."
For several days, Zhu Bai was very quiet when he accompanied Lao Zhu and others to read the memorial in the imperial study.
He held a small notebook and listed a bunch of strange symbols on it.
When asked what he was doing, he said: "Settling accounts."
After Zhu Bai left, Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhu Biao: "What has this boy been doing recently? He is so quiet, I feel so panicked."
Zhu Biao: "The twelfth brother is probably...reciting sutras."
Zhu Yuanzhang: "What scripture?"
Zhu Biao: "Promoting finance."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned: "He actually believes this kind of coaxing talk?!"
He had been a monk for so many years and had never heard of such a book.
Zhu Biao hesitated and said: "I should, maybe, maybe I believe it. But he asked Zen Master Zong Di to write it down silently, and then made a thousand rubbings and sold them in the palace, saying that it was a personal letter from the famous Zen master Zong Di, with boundless magical power.
.Those who see it will get rich, and those who hold it will become rich."
The corner of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth twitched: "You are not really a fool to buy it from him."
Zhu Biao said: "Yes, it was sold out. Then he asked Lan Yu to print two thousand copies and put them on the bookstall to buy. I heard that he made more than a thousand taels of snowflake silver in a month."
Zhu Yuanzhang took out his ears and asked with a look of disbelief: "How much?"
Zhu Biao: "One thousand taels, pure profit. I also offered a few shops, specializing in scriptures."
Zhu Yuanzhang murmured: "Is this really my son? Ah, yes. He is really my son."
My mind spins incredibly fast.
Moreover, he only survived when he became a monk. Now his son makes money by selling Buddhist scriptures. Isn’t he just inheriting his father’s legacy...
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Zhu Yuanzhang went down to court and was surprised to find that Erhu was reading a book!
This guy doesn't know as many words as other people. What book is he reading all of a sudden?
He thought he had seen it wrong and blinked.
Yes, Erhu was indeed holding a thin little book and reading it, but it was extremely painful to scratch his head and scratch his head while reading.
"Erhu, what are you looking at?" Zhu Yuanzhang leaned over and asked.
Erhu's face was full of shyness: "The Rain Treasure Dharani Sutra is a sutra sent down by the Buddha. If you memorize it well, you will be safe and healthy throughout your life."
Well, regardless of whether it is true or not, it would be good if this rude man could learn a few more words.
Zhu Yuanzhang was secretly amused and said: "Okay, very good."
Erhu pointed to a character and asked Zhu Yuanzhang: "Your Majesty, what does this character mean?"
do not know……
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Probably chanting Om."
Erhu: "Where's this."
Zhu Yuanzhang: "I also recite Om."
Erhu: "What about this?"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "I also pronounce Om if I don't know the word."
Anyway, that was how he was back then.
Erhu: "Oh, then this is what it means. Om Om Om Om."
Lan Yu passed by, stretched out her head and asked: "Hey? Mr. Erhu, I haven't seen you for many days, why are you making a cow cry..."
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Zhu Bai's "Yubao Dharani Sutra" has sold thousands of copies. Nowadays, several bookstores see that this Buddhist sutra is selling well, and they all ask people to imitate Zong Lai's calligraphy and publish it.
Then the streets are full of fakes.
These days, there is no intellectual property rights.
What a hassle...
Zhu Bai frowned.
Zong Lai, who was explaining the Yubao Dharani Sutra to Zhu Bai, asked: "Your Highness, have you remembered it?"
Zhu Bai: "No, I don't know half of the words."
My mouth was dry and I talked for several days, but this little ancestor just replied to me with one sentence.
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
This was sent by the Buddha to save me.
Zong Ai took a deep breath: "Then I will tell you again."
