Zhu Yuanzhang looked Zhu Bai up and down in surprise: "Hey, boy, you know a lot."
Zhu Bai grinned: "I heard this from someone 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 the salt monopoly to my son, and my son will stop making trouble."
Zhu Yuanzhang became a little impatient: "What do you want those for? I'll wait until you are older."
Zhu Bai's eyes shone brightly and he said: "Father, I have a golden mouth and jade teeth, and I will definitely keep my word. Please give me an accurate letter, and 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 seriously: "Learn from the Zen Master and the Confucius. 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 the 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 bit of a fierce horse.
Ah, no, that's not accurate.
Because Tang Monk has a tight curse, the horse bit can cause pain to the fierce horse.
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 insects that can emit light in the phylum Hexapod, subphylum Insecta, order Coleoptera, family Luciferidae. In fact, the ancients thought it was a genus of rotten grass. It works because the female worm likes to lay her eggs in places with a lot 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: "I'm talking nonsense, you 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 think about it, no, it would be too insulting to his reputation.
Come to think of it, he is the most popular preacher in the Ming Dynasty.
Zong Lu 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 is."
Zong Lai nodded: "Yes, you can make a fortune by reciting this scripture."
Amitabha, don’t blame the Buddha. He urges people to do good. 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 to see Zhu Bai and asked: "What is your highness holding in your hand? You are so happy."
Zhu Bai smiled and replied: "Secrets to making a fortune."
Lan Yu: "Hey, it's so magical."
Zhu Bai: "Master will 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 to 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 kid 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: "Develop finance and economics."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned: "He actually believes this kind of ghost 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, probably 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. He said that it was a personal letter from the famous Zen master Zong Di and had 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, they are 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.
And he only survived when he became a monk. Now that the son is making money by selling Buddhist scriptures, isn’t he 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: "Huh? Master 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 think that this Buddhist sutra is easy to sell, so 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 in one sentence.
Not angry, not angry.
This was sent by the Buddha to save me.
Zong Ai took a deep breath: "Then I will tell you again."
