Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Jiehan poured a bowl of water for the master, and after bowing himself, he sat opposite to translate the scriptures.

However, Ji Xian was a little unable to meditate. He asked, "Didn't Master say that Young Master Bai and the others might want to suggest paying taxes to Buddha Field? Why didn't Master remind Shishu?"

Zhiren stopped and said: "They have this idea, but it may not be possible."

He smiled and said: "Actually, this method is good, but unfortunately there are many Buddhist temples in the world, and since ancient times, monks have been outside the world, so I'm afraid this will not work."

Jie anger: "Master agrees with this method?"

Zhiren sighed and said, "I don't agree. Your uncle is right. We need more time to study Buddhism, but he did it wrong again. The expansion of Buddhist temples is not beneficial to the people."

He said: "This method may not be successful, but at least it will make Buddhist temples who are greedy in their hearts calm down."

Obviously, he also thought that Huguo Temple was too greedy.

Zhiren took off the bead wrapped around his wrist, slowly sliding it, reciting the scriptures in his heart, and after a while, said: "Prevent anger, Master is translating the Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma recently, and found that some of the scriptures and meanings are read more and more. The more I don’t understand, so I want to go to the Western Regions to worship Buddha and ask for scriptures, would you like to go with me as a teacher?”

Jie angrily said: "The disciple is willing, but the uncle's side is afraid that he will not let it go."

Zhiren said: "The Tao is the only one in the world. To promote the Buddhadharma, it is necessary to have the correct Buddhadharma to promote it. I will convince him."

Monk Zhiren suddenly blinked at Jiehan and said with a smile, "Even if we can't be persuaded, we have other ways to leave, right?"

Jie Yan: "...Yes!"

Chi Ren smiled with satisfaction.

"Master, will they read the scriptures you gave them?"

"You can look at it or not."

"But there is a note you wrote on it. If they don't read it, wouldn't the pearl be covered in dust?"

Zhiren said indifferently: "That's just my superficial knowledge, it's not a pearl, why is it dusty?"

He added: "They are not people who spend their time in vain. If they don't read Buddhist scriptures, they will read other books and do other things. This is enough. To spread the Buddhadharma, you should not be as demanding as your uncle."

Abstain from anger.

At this time, Man Bao, who had returned home, opened the three Buddhist sutras while waiting for his juniors and juniors to set up their pens, inks, and inkstones.

She casually flipped through the Shurangama Sutra, but after scanning down a dozen lines, she couldn't help but continue to look down, and then looked at the small note on the side, she said, "This Buddhist sutra doesn't look like it wise."

Bai Shan stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it, but he didn't think he was Zhishen, so he wondered, "Could it be that people are not good-looking, and we misunderstood him?"

Bai Erlang: "That's impossible. Even if he looks kind and kind, he takes advantage of his looks. In fact, I think he is as irritable as me."

Bai Er thought so, so it must be true.

Man Bao tutted: "Everyone says that the words are like the people. If he is not a different type of people, then this Buddhist scripture should be given by someone else."

Bai Shan turned the page back, "But he's right. This Shurangama Sutra looks pretty good. You can take a look when you have time."

Bai Erlang leaned forward and asked, "Are you going to convert to Buddhism?"

Bai Shan pushed his head away, "You just want to convert to Buddhism."

He dropped the book in his hand, spread out a blank piece of paper in front of him, and asked, "Who will write this book?"

Man Bao and Bai Erlang immediately researched the ink one by one, handed over the pen, and said with a flattering smile: "You write, you write."

Bai Shan stretched out his hand to take the pen and said, "I'll write it as I write, and Manbao will help to correct it in a while, and then come back and copy it, Bai Er."

Bai Er said that there is no problem, that is, "Whose book is used?"

Bai Shan said: "Use our white folds."

He said: "This kind of thing is too hateful, and it is inappropriate for Man Baolai to do it. I guess it is impossible to do it, but it can be a wake-up call to the court, and it can also make the world's Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and even the world. The nobility of the nobles restrained one or two, and it offended people very much.”

"We are still only students of Chongwen Museum. We have little power and little influence. Even if someone holds grudges, they won't hold grudges for a long time."

"That's not necessarily true," Bai Erlang said. "You're also famous. I'm better. I'm not as famous as you, but I'm still a concubine. I should be more likable than you."

Man Bao immediately said: "Then if you are rejected from the Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the world, we will go in and burn incense for you."

Bai Shan:  …

This is just a joke, since it was the idea of ​​the three of them, the common idea of ​​the three, and they all participated, so naturally they signed it together.

However, Bai Shan believed that Zhezi himself contributed the most, so he insisted on ranking first.

For this kind of hatred, Man Bao and Bai Erlang never argued with him, they just let him be polite and polite.

Bai Shan glanced at them and put his name behind the book that Bai Erlang had copied, and then handed the pen to Bai Erlang.

Bai Erlang, who just wanted to be ranked third, was stunned for a moment, then took the pen and wrote his name, and then said, "Actually, I heard that ranking second is the easiest thing to ignore."

Bai Shan: "Shut up you."

If it wasn't for Man Bao's insistence on going through difficulties with them, in fact, he didn't really want her to sign the book.

After writing the book, the sky was already full of rays of light outside. Bai Shan blew on it, dried the ink, and put it on the table, "Go back to the palace tomorrow morning, have you thought of how to deal with it?"

It's about what happened last night.

The matter last night was not too big or too small, and the emperor must be asking questions.

Man Bao and Bai Erlang nodded together, "Don't worry, I had a dream last night about what to say."

Man Bao said: "Tomorrow morning, my parents and the others will set off, and we will enter the palace after sending them off."

Then I had to get up before dawn. Master Bai and his wife also followed, and Erlang Bai was going to deliver it, so he asked, "Send it to the gate of the city?"

"What do you think, just send it to the gate. When they get in the car, we will ride into the palace."

The negotiation went well, but Man Bao didn't have the chance to send them off at all, and only had dinner in the evening, and someone from the palace urgently announced her to enter the palace.

Man Bao and the others were taken aback. Their first thought was that Princess Mingda and the others would not have leaked their words. The emperor was furious and wanted to bring her into the palace for a lesson, right?

Bai Shan also had this concern, so he stepped forward to bribe the chamberlain to inquire about the news, and Mrs. Liu, who was in a hurry to hear the news, glared at him and asked the chambermaid, "Father-in-law, do you want to bring a medicine box?"

"Naturally, I have to bring it. Imperial Doctor Zhou hurry up. The car is already waiting outside."

Bai Shan and the others' hearts fell instantly, and then lifted up slightly.

Zhou Lijun has been alert to turn around and run away, "Little aunt, I'll help you carry the medicine box."

So Man Bao asked the inner servant, "Who is seeing a doctor?"

The inner servant didn't hide it, "It's the Empress Dowager."

But there are too many, there is not a word, no matter how Man Bao asks, he dare not say more details, and Man Bao does not reluctantly see it.

But before she left, she nodded to Bai Shan, Mr. Zhuang, and Mrs. Liu, without saying anything.

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