Zhao An handed the head to Jiuyin and asked her to dispose of it. There was no need to send it to Jingzhao Mansion, otherwise the crazy female grandmaster might jump over the wall in a hurry.
As for the identity of the other party, Zhao An had a rough guess.
In the evening, Chu Liuyun walked in awkwardly, scratching his head without saying anything.
Zhao An knew what he wanted without asking. Tomorrow he would compete with the Zhou family in the Imperial College, and he would need poetry and poetry to explain it all.
The disciples of the Cui family are of limited skill and it is impossible to win.
"Old Chu, are you sure you want poems from me?" Zhao An asked with a smile, and the latter said sarcastically: "There is nothing we can do about it. We can't just lose. If we lose, the Imperial College will fall into the hands of the Chen family. Here, that is not what sir wants to see."
"Have you ever thought that if I give you a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation, will anyone believe it at your level?"
Chu Liuyun was stopped by a few words.
He rubbed his hands and sat aside, "Just one masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation will be enough, and others can be given as you like. It doesn't need to be particularly good, it's enough to suppress the other party."
Unknown poems?
I used to recite 300 Tang poems, and I was famous for memorizing all of them, and if the other party asked for questions to take the test, they would be wrong.
After thinking about it again and again, Zhao An picked up the pen and wrote down several poems of different types. Chu Liuyun opened his mouth wide and rubbed his eyes desperately.
"Is this okay?"
In just one cup of tea, Zhao An wrote several poems that have been handed down from generation to generation.
How about raising glasses to the bright moon, drinking together as three people, saying farewell to the White Emperor among the colorful clouds, returning thousands of miles to Jiangling in one day.
Such a masterpiece could never have been written by a disciple of the Cui family.
After writing these, Zhao An casually wrote some less famous ones. Finally, he handed the scroll to Chu Liuyun and told him: "Memorize all the ones handed down from ancient times and answer them according to the type of questions. You can write the rest. Give one article to the other disciples, and they will be successful sooner or later."
"Kindness without saying thanks."
Chu Liuyun was overjoyed, grabbed the document and was about to run away. Zhao An hurriedly stopped him, "Remember, don't leak it, otherwise the reputation of the Cui family will be ruined."
"I know."
Chu Liuyun is not an idiot. Besides, these are Mr. Zhou's hard work. He will return what is not needed and will never keep it for himself.
After sending Chu Liuyun away, Zhao An continued to stare at the letter and meditate.
Late at night.
Jiuyin brought a night of ginseng soup, and she knelt down beside him, holding the sword in her arms without making a sound.
She didn't look good, and having her life threatened by a great master would not be easy for anyone.
Zhao An joked: "Are you scared?"
"Hmph, what am I afraid of? I am a warrior. From the day he wields a sword, a warrior is destined to keep his head in his belt."
Jiuyin picked up the ginseng soup and took a sip.
Zhao An couldn't help laughing and said he wasn't afraid, his face turned pale.
It was also difficult for her. She escorted Xu Ruqing to the capital smoothly, but ended up falling into a party dispute in the capital.
Therefore, in order to save your life, you must plan carefully and kill the crazy master in three days.
Jiuyin said: "If we can't kill him, then we will usher in the craziest revenge."
"uncertain."
Zhao An shook his head. The female grandmaster might be Qian Yuwei, so he could test it out.
The two talked secretly for a long time before Jiuyin left.
That night, Zhao An had an uneasy sleep, and dreamed of Que'er staring dimly at the room outside the window. She raised her skinless face and wanted to climb in through the window.
When he woke up the next day, Zhao An felt dizzy.
After breakfast, I took some drinks and went to the waterside pavilion. Puyuan sat on the roof meditating, motionless.
Zhao An shouted: "Master, come down and have a drink."
Pu Yuan swayed off the roof, took the wine and took a sip, "The little benefactor plans to bribe the poor monk to show mercy?"
"Master, how much is your monthly salary? Are you tired of working so hard?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I want to talk to you about cause and effect."
"Little donor, please tell me."
The two sat on the futon and had a drink with each other.
Zhao Andao said: "Master said that he owed Chen's karma, but have you ever thought about whether it is a karma that Chen could not catch me, the culprit, but caught you, an innocent person? If you don't let Chen Return it?"
Puyuan smiled and said, "The poor monk has already asked for it and killed several of their disciples."
"Ah this..."
Zhao An froze.
The old bald donkey seems kind-hearted, but he is also ruthless.
Does Chen have no objection?
Pu Yuan shook his head and said, "The head of the Chen family has no objection. He also said that they should be killed for offending the poor monks."
"Shameless old fox!"
Zhao An cursed angrily, and then looked at Pu Yuan again, "Master, do you want to consider hanging out with me? I can raise my salary as I please."
"Money is like a floating cloud to me. Furthermore, even if a poor monk follows the little benefactor, the three-day agreement will not change."
"Really, what do you think this is?"
Zhao An casually took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
Puyuan took a quick look and was stunned for two seconds. Then he could no longer remain calm and hurriedly grabbed the paper and read it carefully. "If you practice all good Dharma with no self, no sentient beings, and no life span, you will gain the Ajuntaluo Sanliu San." Bodhi…”
In the following time, Puyuan seemed to be possessed, sometimes staring at the paper, sometimes closing his eyes and thinking.
"Impermanence and selflessness, all dharmas are empty, this is the phase of Nirvana."
Looking at him like this, Zhao An felt funny. This was the Diamond Sutra.
Just in the early morning, I suddenly felt blessed and remembered what I had accidentally seen in my previous life. My mind was like a mirror, and I recalled everything.
After a long time, Puyuan put down the paper, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "Little donor, this is Mahayana Buddhism, please enlighten me."
"Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra."
"Little benefactor, I would like to give you the complete sutra."
"Can it be cause and effect?"
"Can."
Puyuan took the bait and couldn't put it down for the Diamond Sutra.
Compared with the Buddhist teachings he had learned before, this is a Mahayana work that may one day help him transcend.
This was his opportunity and he had to seize it.
Zhao Anxin's flowers were in full bloom. He had previously wanted to take advantage of the old monk because he was deceived by some Buddhist teachings in that world, such as one flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, and the world's peace and prosperity.
Now that we have the Diamond Sutra, it is even easier.
Thinking of this, Zhao An asked again: "Does the three-day agreement still count?"
"Count."
Puyuan answered without hesitation. Zhao An was annoyed and stood up suddenly and pointed at his nose, "That's too much, old bald donkey!"
"Don't be upset, little benefactor. Didn't you want to plot against the poor monk before and help you deal with the great master?"
"I'll go, you know this?"
Zhao An's eyes widened in disbelief.
Pu Yuan said sternly: "The poor monk and the Chen family have a shallow relationship, so we won't necessarily kill the little benefactor. At most, we will make the little benefactor suffer some pain."
"No, I'm weak and can't stand a beating."
Zhao An wanted to take back the piece of paper, but Pu Yuan quickly held it down, "In that case, the poor monk is willing to join the little benefactor. Then, with the bond of the great master, the poor monk's attempts will be useless, and Chen's side will be able to respond easily."
