Chapter 183

Zhong Chun was surprised to see song Xijiao. He was accompanied by an old monk. Seeing that they were looking at each other, the old monk asked, "benefactor, is this

"Master, this is my wife." Zhong Chun walked to song Xijiao, looked at her forehead sweat, lifted his sleeve to help her wipe.

"So it is. Amitabha. I have seen the benefactor."

Song Xijiao saw that the old monk was so polite. He also quickly saluted him and said, "I've met the master. I don't know what to call him?"

The old monk's face was kind and his voice was gentle: "my monk's name is Mengyun."

"You are master Mengyun!"

Song Xijiao jumped to master Mengyun immediately and said excitedly, "master, I came to Puji temple to find you. I'd like to ask you to write a word for me

Master Mengyun said with a smile: "since Zhongchun's wife, I will not refuse. Please come here."

Master Mengyun leads the way ahead, while song Xijiao and Zhongchun follow him, murmuring all the way.

"Why are you here?"

"I should ask you that."

"I didn't say that. I came to ask for words."

"It's so far away from Jinzhou City, and there's Wasteland everywhere. If you come here alone, you won't be afraid to meet any bandits on the road?"

"I came with two little monks."

While speaking, I have arrived at the meditation room. There is a desk in the meditation room, on which there are pens, inkstones and some diabolo scrolls.

Master Mengyun sat down at the table, slowly polished his ink, looked up at Song Xijiao and asked, "what's the main title of Nu Shi?"

Song Xijiao immediately put her health book on the table and said with a smile, "I want to ask Master Mengyun to inscribe a birthday on the cover of this book."

"Oh? What is this? "

Master Mengyun studied the book, turned over and over, and his face was full of questions. He lived on the mountain for a long time, and he didn't know anything about it. He had never heard of bamboo paper, let alone such books.

With a smile, song Xijiao took out a pile of bamboo paper and explained to master Mengyun in detail the uses of bamboo paper and the origin of books.

After listening, master Mengyun felt as if he could not bear to read the health book in his hand. He was surprised: "benefactor, you are so clever. I don't know that there are such treasures in the world! With bamboo paper and this kind of books, if we want to copy and spread the scriptures of Buddha, wouldn't we make more common people

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "a master is a master. When you open your mouth, you will cherish the world, which is different from the ordinary people like me."

Hearing the speech, Zhong Chun couldn't help laughing. He pinched a handful on her back neck, attached it to her ear and said in a low voice: "little apple polisher."

"You are!" Song Xijiao made a face at him.

Master Mengyun took up his brush and without hesitation wrote down a letter of longevity in the official script on the cover of the book.

Song Xijiao picked it up and saw that the two young monks did not exaggerate. Although master Mengyun's words were not as elegant as Ling Ziqing's, they had a kind of extraordinary and free from vulgarity.

"Master, what a good word Song Xijiao praised another sentence, and then couldn't help but ask, "the master Can you put the master's seal on the bottom of the book? To tell you the truth, this book is a birthday gift for the elderly. If the elderly know that the word is from your hand, you will be very happy, and the little girl's face will be covered with light. "

Master Mengyun smiles, picks up the seal and presses it in the lower right corner of the word of longevity. The four characters of Puji Mengyun are printed on it.

"Thank you very much, master."

Song Xijiao was overjoyed. Everything was so smooth. She looked at the book in her hand, so far it had been completed. As long as she went back and put it in the box and handed it to Hu que, she completed another task.

Master Mengyun said with a smile: "female benefactor, you are welcome. In fact, I have one thing to ask for."

Song Xijiao smiles cunningly. She already knows what the other side is going to say without him. This is also the reason why she brought a lot of bamboo paper.

Publicize and promote her bamboo paper and books.

This is the case in this era. Many good things can only be held at the door of the house, which is difficult to spread.

Especially now, during the war, the city and the city are heavily guarded. The people who go out of the city every day have to take their household registration to be checked, except for a few other merchants who need to be transported. In order to prevent the loss of population, most people can not leave easily.

This is also the obstacle that song Xijiao's bamboo paper has always been difficult to popularize in other places.

Needless to say, the old monks in the Puji Temple next to Jinzhou City have never heard of her bamboo paper, let alone Huizhou or even the capital.

"Master, it doesn't matter if Xijiao can do it."

Master Mengyun nodded happily and said, "I want to buy some bamboo paper from the benefactor to copy the Scriptures. When the copy is finished, I have to ask the benefactor to help me bind the book. I don't know if it's convenient?""Natural and convenient!" Song Xijiao said, "this book is in the store, and the ordinary binding version costs 30 yuan. But Xijiao, a mortal, dare not earn the master's money. So, he only charged a hard work fee, 20 yuan for each book. What does the master think of it?"

"So, very good!"

After the agreement, song Xijiao stopped staying and went down the mountain with Zhongchun.

As soon as they left the Puji temple, Zhong Chun shook his head and said, "sure enough, there is no business without treachery, and no profit without going."

Song Xijiao pursed her lips: "what do you mean?"

"An ordinary bound book costs thirty dollars, ten of which are paid to the scholar, and the remaining twenty are your income. Now the monks of Puji temple have copied the Scriptures for you. You only need to bind them. At most, you can only collect 20 knives. However, you have to look kind-hearted. "

"Ha ha!" Song Xijiao was not ashamed, but proud to laugh, "I didn't expect you to see it! I'll tell you, I expected him to ask on my way here, so I have prepared my speech for a long time. This is not called no business without fraud. It is called foresight and ingenious calculation. "

Zhong Chun was amused and clapped his big hand on her head: "how thick is your skin, eh?"

"And I haven't asked you, why are you in Puji temple? Aren't you hunting on the Nanshan Mountain? That and Baiyun Mountain are two directions. "

Zhongchun also did not hide, directly said: "master Mengyun here has had a favor with me, so I will come to see him once a month."

Song Xijiao asked curiously, "what kind of grace?"

Zhong Chun said with a smile: "when I was just born, someone said that I was possessed by a demon and should be thrown into the river and drowned. At that time, people were panic stricken, and my father almost couldn't resist the pressure to drown me. Thanks to master Mengyun's timely appearance, he solved a bloody disaster for me, so I can have a chance to stand in front of you. "

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