"Han Du, I have met Mr. Zhang." Han Du also met Zhang Yuchu for the first time.
Zhang Yuchu is less than forty years old, with black hair and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Not only does his face not look old at all, but it looks red and full of energy. If someone unfamiliar with him saw him, they would definitely think that he was no more than 20 years old.
There is no way, Zhang Yuchu relies on his health-preserving skills and his ability to prolong life. If it had been an emperor who was greedy for life and afraid of death, perhaps Zhang Yuchu would have won the emperor's heart long ago, and the Taoist sect would have become infinitely more prosperous.
But he was unlucky enough to meet Lao Zhu, who was not afraid of death. Any health-preserving skills or longevity extension are all bullshit in Lao Zhu's opinion. No matter what they are, they are not as important as the power of his Lao Zhu family. Compared with the country and the country of Lao Zhu's family, Lao Zhu didn't even care about his own life, let alone other people's.
Once upon a time, a Taoist priest claimed to be a divine fortune teller, claiming that fortune telling and fortune telling were all accurate. As a result, when he was trying his best to deceive the people, he was suddenly caught by Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu couldn't help but kill the Taoist priest directly, so he asked him a question, "How long can I live?"
The Taoist priest was also smart and replied: "One day longer than the poor Taoist."
After all, it involves the emperor's lifespan. The Taoist answer that the emperor's time is short will inevitably anger the emperor and kill him with a knife. And if it is said that the emperor will live a hundred years, it seems that the Taoist priests are incompetent, and no one will believe it. Has any emperor been able to live a hundred years since ancient times? No!
This answer is perfect. It not only completely avoids all the fatal points, but also allows the Taoist priest to escape unscathed as much as possible.
If it were a different emperor, he might have walked down the steps, and he might have appreciated the Taoist priest's wit and let him go.
But Lao Zhu was different. The life span issue that ordinary emperors kept secret was not a problem at all for him. Lao Zhu directly sent someone to cut off the Taoist priest's head on the spot, just to prove that the Taoist priest was talking nonsense.
And the next day, Lao Zhu was still safe and sound, which proved that the Taoist priest was indeed talking nonsense.
Zhang Yuchu wore a purple Taoist robe, saluted Han Du, and said with a smile: "The name of Marquis Zhenhai is as loud as thunder. It's better to meet him today than to meet him."
"Zhenzhen Zhang is overrated," Han Du responded with a smile, and then told the Buddhist sect that it was preparing to go overseas to promote Buddhism.
Of course, Han Du did not say that he was the one who led Buddhism to go to sea. He only said that Zong Lai came to see the emperor today, hoping to allow Buddhism to go to sea to promote Buddhism.
Lao Zhu didn't express anything when listening to Han Du's words, which was regarded as acquiescing to Han Du's statement taken out of context. After all, what Lao Zhu wants now is how to trick Daomen into following up. If he tells Zhang Yuchu the inside story completely, what should he do if he doesn't want to go to sea?
"Both Buddhism and Taoism are sects of the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor always thinks of Taoism. Therefore, when Buddhism proposed to go to sea, the emperor summoned Zhenren to come and see what Zhenzhen thought."
After hearing the reasons why the emperor summoned him today, Zhang Yuchu nodded gratefully to Handu, and then asked in confusion: "Why did Buddhism suddenly go to sea? Is there anything good overseas?"
Han Du sighed slightly when he saw that Zhang Yuchu also looked completely ignorant. Both the Taoist and Buddhist sects of the Ming Dynasty lived too comfortably. They were simply immersed in their one-third of an acre of land and had no ambition to look at the world at all.
However, it makes sense for Daomen to say so. Daomen has always followed the upper-level route in every dynasty, that is, the emperor's route. Meeting an emperor who wants to live forever and likes to seek immortality is the highlight of the Taoist sect. At this time, Buddhism was just like scum in the eyes of Taoism and was not taken seriously by them at all.
But if you encounter an emperor like Lao Zhu who is not afraid of death, the sect will not do anything at all and can only linger on.
Han Du patiently explained: "What real people don't know is that there are vast lands overseas, and a large number of people live on these lands. In Nanyang alone, there are tens of millions of people living there. But Nanyang There is not even a temple or a Taoist temple, but Nanyang is rich in products and there is no shortage of food, gold, silver, and copper. So you should understand, right?"
I understand, how can I still not understand? Zhang Yuchu was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly bowed his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Marquis Zhenhai, for telling me, otherwise even a poor man would have been blinded by the dust barrier."
At the same time, Zhang Yuchu also understood why the emperor summoned him. The emperor is indeed enough to take care of the Taoist sect. Otherwise, if he did not even inform the Taoist sect of such a big thing as the Buddhist sect going out to sea to promote Buddhism. After Buddhism grows rapidly with the help of overseas incense, Taoism is really in danger of being squeezed by Buddhism to the point where it cannot survive.
Zhang Yuchu immediately stood up and bowed to the emperor seriously: "The poor monk begs the emperor to allow the Taoist sect to go to sea to preach. The poor monk assures the emperor that he will never disappoint the emperor's expectations."
Lao Zhu was slightly satisfied when he saw that Zhang Yuchu couldn't wait to go overseas to preach. Diandiandian said, "Since the real person is interested, you should discuss the matter with Han Du about going to sea."
Lao Zhu looked tired. After all, he was too old and lacked energy. He could no longer stay up all night reviewing memorials like he did ten years ago.
When Han Du and Zhang Yu met for the first time, they immediately stood up and worshiped:
"I resign!"
"Pindao, please resign!"
Han Du and Zhang Yuchu left the hall a thousand times later and just walked down the steps.
Zhang Yuchu stopped Han Du with a smile and said: "The Marquis of Zhenhai is really young and promising, and he will be granted the title of Duke soon. If the Marquis has free time, he can be optimistic."
Han Du smiled kindly and nodded, "That's easy to say, that's easy to say. I've also heard that Shen Guangming is the number one Taoist temple in the world. I'll definitely go and experience it if I have the chance."
After leaving the palace, Zhang Yuchu pulled Han Du aside.
Han Du was wondering what he wanted to do when he saw Zhang Yuchu glance around and take out a scroll from his arms.
He handed it to Han Du and said, "This is what a poor monk painted when he had nothing to do. If the Marquis doesn't dislike it, just take it back and hang it."
Han Du subconsciously reached out and took it. According to Han Du's common sense, he had seen people giving gold and silver notes, but he had never seen people give paintings as soon as they met. The paintings were painted by himself.
How much confidence do you have to have before you can give your paintings as gifts?
Seeing Han Du take over, Zhang Yuchu left before Han Du could react, leaving Han Du standing alone in a mess.
After thinking about it, Han Du took the painting home. After all, it was Zhang Yuchu's heart. Even if it was worthless, it wouldn't be good to just throw it away like this.
Han Du returned to the yard and was seen by An Qing as soon as he walked into the far gate.
Suddenly An Qing saw a scroll in Han Du's hand, and asked curiously: "What is your husband holding? Will your husband buy the painting again?"
Han Du smiled and shook the scroll in his hand, slowly walked in front of An Qing, and said with a smile: "I didn't buy it, it was a gift from someone else."
An Qing gave Han Du a strange look and said, "My husband never accepts gifts from others. How could he accept paintings from others? If this spreads, it will not sound good."
Han Du smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's just a painting. How much is it worth? Besides, he painted this painting himself. Maybe he gave it to me because he couldn't sell it?"
"Who am I giving my painting to you?" An Qing suddenly chuckled. Giving away his painting was indeed a big deal. At the same time, he poured Han Du a cup of tea.
Han Du walked all the way and was already very thirsty. Seeing the tea, he could no longer care about anything else. He took a sip, put down the teacup and said, "A Taoist named Zhang Yuchu."
"Who?" An Qing's voice suddenly rose an octave and his eyes widened.
Han Du glanced at her in confusion and said again: "Zhang Yuchu."
An Qing quickly grabbed Han Du's arm and asked eagerly: "Is it Zhang Yuchu, the master of Zhengyi Cult?"
"It's him." Han Du nodded, and then asked: "What? Is he famous?"
Anqing nodded desperately, like a chicken pecking at rice. He said hurriedly: "His paintings are more famous than himself. A painting by Zhengyi Cult Master Da Zhen was already worth tens of thousands of gold a few years ago. In the past two years, I have never heard of any new paintings by Da Zhen coming out, and I didn't expect him." I would actually give one to my husband.”
After that, he reached out and took the painting from Han Du's hand.
Han Du felt his hands were empty, and when he saw An Qing's beaming look, he slowly closed his mouth.
An Qing opened the scroll and after just one glance, he couldn't help but whispered: ""Xia Lin Qingyin Tu" is indeed a new painting."
Hearing what An Qing meant, this painting should be very valuable, Han Du couldn't help but craned his neck to take a look.
Han Du had no ability to appreciate paintings, but even so, he felt a sense of coolness in his heart when he saw this painting.
"It's a good painting. It seems that Yuchu still has two hands on this one."
An Qing immediately turned his head and rolled his eyes at Han Du, and said: "What do you mean you still have two hands? Da Zhenren's paintings have always been priceless. My husband doesn't know. I don't know how many people go to worship God Optimistically every day. For Just being able to get a painting by Da Zhen.”
"What a good thing." Han Du suddenly smiled and said quickly: "Hurry up and take it to the house and hang it up."
As he said this, Han Du was about to reach out and take the painting, but An Qing ducked out of the way.
Han Du smiled obsequiously and withdrew his hand. Said: "Okay, leave it to you..."
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Three days later, two warships docked at Beishi Port. Such warships have docked at Beishi Port more than once, and the people have long been accustomed to it.
Even before the monks from Tianjie Temple arrived, no one noticed the two warships.
Yan Ne walked at the front, leading a group of monks towards the port.
The people who were busy at the port were immediately attracted by this group of bald heads.
"Which monastery are these masters from? What are they doing?"
"Looking at your shallow knowledge, you don't even know Master Yan Ne from Tianjie Temple. Where else can this master be? Of course it is from Tianjie Temple?"
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