Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The scriptures can be sold continuously. Strictly speaking, few people buy it to read the scriptures, but to spend money on faith. New Year's Day, Qingming Festival, Bathing Buddha Festival, and Zhongyuan are all peak sales. The market is vast, and devout customers are not hesitating to spend money. As long as his printed copy is good, it can be easily sold in the future, and it is also easy to sell it to other states, without the layered hype like when the "Lianfanglu" was published.

The name of this shop has to be changed when it is just printing the scriptures

When they saw the outer room of Prince Wang who lived in the backyard of their bookstore, there was a little bit of ridiculous talk. Previously, I sold beautiful paintings, anthologies of poems by romantic talents, and love stories of gods and demons. The vague rumors and whispers in the city of Fangshi didn't interfere. Now it is about to sell the scriptures. With such a reputation, those who donate the scriptures are afraid that their bookstores are not clean enough.

It’s just that it’s too late to rent a house and open a new store, and it’s not so necessary. Cui Xie called the shopkeeper to arrange, put a vest in the card when printing the book, and changed the name to "Qingzhutang". Anyway, the scriptures were printed out and sent directly to the temple. When the scriptures were really to be performed after two verses, they rented a place in the temple and sold them temporarily for two days. It was still convenient for people to buy.

Even if everyone knows that the painting is from his family, as long as they don't reveal it on the open, the donor Tan Yue can give it with peace of mind.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "The owner thinks well, so let's change the account number. Our family used to set up stalls at Jishang and the entrance of the temple, but now the business is good in the store, so we don’t need to go outside for these months. Yes. After changing the new hall number, do you want to change to a new guy to sell books, so that no one will see it?"

Cui Xie has never been to the store, so he asked him: "How many new guys do we have? If you really can’t find a suitable one, you simply choose someone to monopolize the elegant books under the name of Qingzhutang. If someone wants to ask, just say They have changed clubs."

The shopkeeper said: "It doesn't sound nice to say that...no, it's still early, the big deal is that we will hire a few clever guys from the dental office and let them take charge of the stall temporarily."

You can pick people slowly when you set up a stall, but there are still some details about the giving of the scriptures. He looked down at Cui Xie and asked, "Now that we are far from the day of sacrifice, what name does the son plan to donate the scriptures?"

The generosity temple should also have a name: for example, a certain young man who died in night dreams suffers, and he needs to administer scriptures to atone for his ancestors; for example, a rich man wants a good marriage and needs to pray for the Buddha's blessing; Weak, we need to use scriptures to resolve the illness... The only thing is that the owner of a bookstore wants to sell Buddhist scriptures. The monks in the temple are asked to promote the books he donated.

"That's because I have been studying too hard these days and I feel unwell. I can only calm down after I painted a Buddha statue two days ago, so I printed the painting into a scripture, and I want to give alms to Buddhism for a good relationship."

Cui Xie lowered his eyes and thought, propped his chin and said, "It happens to be a sacrifice to the Wenwu Temple these two days, and my husband only gave us two days off, and there will be no time later. I simply took advantage of this time to visit the temple in the east of the city. By the way, I would like to set up a few scriptures to read during the Qingming Festival for the first concubine...

His eyes wandered slightly, his eyes fell on a clear sky in the corner of the window, and his voice was extremely soft: "Let them read a few scrolls for me too."

He himself is not superstitious, but when he wears it on others, he is also willing to recite the scriptures to the original owner of the body according to the custom, so that he can be safe in the next life and try to feel at ease.

The treasurer of Ji put his palms together and recited the Buddha, and said with a smile: "That's right, the owner is pious, so that the Buddha and Bodhisattva can bless our business prosperous. It is only necessary to read the scriptures to write down the name and eight characters of the person who gave the scriptures, and the monks wrote Tie'er handed it to the Buddha, so that the scriptures can be guaranteed. It is for you to eliminate calamity, pray for blessings and prolong the year. The owner wrote Zhang Jian'er in advance and brought them to the temple."

Cui Xie didn't know the birth date of the original body and his mother, so he went back to talk to Cui Yuan and his son about Shijing, and asked them how to write the eight-character post. Pengyan knew his horoscope, but didn't know the mistress, so he only remembered that he died due to a dystocia. Jichen was exactly the birthday of Cui Xie. Cui Yuan followed Cui Langzhong when she was young. I remember that she was married in Tianshun six years ago. However, I don't know how old she was when she married. Because she didn't do much on the bride's birthday, she didn't know the date of her birthday.

In the end, the post for Madam Liu's confession could only read "Cui Liu, a platoon woman in a certain society in Qian'an County, lost her life and died on February 30th, the fifth year of Chenghua"; Cui The Xie Zhang wrote the address and birth date, and packed it with a kit. Nowadays, going out is not as simple as it is in modern times. On this day, they prepared scriptures and silver coins at home, smoked new clothes, and drove to the temple the next morning.

Xuanjue Temple is located in the northeast of the county, half a street away, and there are lively stalls on the road: some sell yellow and white paper, sell incense candles, sell flowers, sell incense burners, sell fruit desserts, and sell others. Buddhist scriptures, gilt and silver Buddha statues, stalls for fortune-telling, and food stalls mingled with them...Three religions and nine generations, monks and laymen, crowded on the roadside are as lively as going to a market.

Cui Xie and Pengyan looked out the window all the way, and from time to time they exchanged information about which of the sliced ​​cakes were steamed thickly, and which one had a lot of tea soup, so they would come back from the temple to buy and eat.

Their carriages and clothes are just ordinary, but Cui Xietian has a good-looking growth, and he has a demeanor that is accustomed to big scenes, and he is quite eye-catching among the crowd of Buddha worshipers. The monk who knew the guest took the initiative to welcome him. Seeing that they bought a good incense, the incense silver donated to the temple was not a big ingot, it was a whole piece of silver wrapped in white silk, so he added a little extra enthusiasm and asked them if they were alone. To enter incense, you still have to provide eternal lanterns, donate scriptures, and make water and land dojo...

Cui Xie put his palms together, and said piously: "Being ashamed in the bag, it's no better than those pious and faithful, but there are hundreds of Diamond Sutras published in the home, and I want to give to the temple and make a good relationship. Then I will come to Qingming next month. , I also want to ask the eminent monk to recite a few volumes of sutras for the first concubine to clear up the evil, and also read a few volumes for me by the way to accumulate blessings in the next life."

The knowledgeable guest clasped his palms together and chanted Amitabha: "The donor has this heart, which is a great merit."

Since he is the rich man who came to Shijing, he can't just let him stroll around in the yard. Zhike led him to the guest yard, and ordered a tutuo to go to the back yard to carry the scriptures and sit by himself. There are excellent fragrant teas in the monastery, and the young novices put up plates of pine, hazel, jujube, chestnut and dragon beard sugar made in the temple.

Zhike persuaded him to eat tea, and asked him: "I don't know where the donor comes from?"

Cui Xie wondered for a second whether he was going to fight against himself, but in a blink of an eye, he thought that the monk would fight, he would not fight! Although he could still follow the routine "come from anywhere", and even say "clouds in the blue sky and water in a bottle", he definitely couldn't connect it further down.

Then what effort does he have to do, just be a pure and unpretentious benefactor, and let him talk about how many Zen skills, just as a straightforward question and listen!

He made up his mind, lowered his head and said, "I came from Chengbei Express Gongyifang. The Han family is the Cui family after the Fanghou."

Unexpectedly, the known guest monk is also the straightforward monk who doesn’t wait for the opportunity. He sighed after hearing his words: “Could it be that the benefactor is the owner of the Ji Gongyifang, the Cui Yishi of the imperial court? The benefactor is the demon of the Bailian Sect. Cui Yishi!"

When he said something, Cui Xie nodded. The Zhike said that he actually stood up, staring at him with bright eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's horn: "Little monk Jiumu Tanyue is charming and does not want to see a real person today. It is more brilliant and wide-ranging than the rumors."

Cui Xie seemed to see three question marks hanging from his head, but he really didn't understand how he could make a monk admire him, a person who received a mark by martial arts. Seeing his dazed expression, the knowledgeable guest explained with a smile: "Those white lotus demon lie in the name of Maitreya Buddha to commit great evils, deceive the world, steal my name, and corrupt my Buddhist reputation. They are really buddhas! Cui Yishi can capture The head of the demon has eliminated the evil of the White Lotus Sect. Even the demon books in the city have been cleaned up. The little monk always admires it."

So... is this a dispute between the original book faction and the OOC fandom? The monks have no fighting power and can't pinch the white lotus cult, which will incite the people to rebel. He puts on the name of helping catch the demon. The real monk is grateful to him for that?

No, no, Jin Yiwei is the real worker, and he can't be greedy for this kind of credit! Cui Xie quickly explained: "It was Jin Yiwei Qianhu Xie who wounded and grabbed the Bailian cultivator at the time. I was just on the scene and luckily escaped from the demon's life."

The knowledgeable guest sighed: "Why the righteous man Teqian. The little monk has also been from the Ji Gong Hao Yi Fang. The stone tablet on the side of the square is clearly inscribed. The donor is clearly a **** battle and wounded the demon! There is also an abbot. The cooked Tan Yue also said that there is still a long scar on the donor body!"

He scratched under his neck, then suddenly squinted his eyes, and asked cautiously: "Is it because the benefactor is here today that those demons have hurt you? Don't worry, although our temple is not the one waiting to be ordered by the court The temple has been built since the end of the Tang Dynasty, and it is quite efficacious. The benefactor, the little monk, arranges for you, and the monk will chant for you in the past one or two days!"

Cui Xie quickly said: "I don't dare to bother the master, I'm always upright, and the evil spirits don't dare to invade me. I came to the temple today because I was tired from studying the next day and night, but I couldn't sleep well. I copied the Diamond Sutra for my grandparents, and since then I was tired. Seeing such a miracle, I asked my family to publish several volumes of sutras to give to your temple."

While talking, Tutuo had moved the scriptures to show them, and Cui Yuan followed and rested in the monk's room outside. Cui Xie personally opened the box and took out a thin book of scriptures wrapped in red satin and said: "It's just these hundred volumes of scriptures, please accept them."

This book is selected from the translation of Master Kumarajiva, with a total of more than 5,000 characters, plus the two pictures at the beginning and the end of the scriptures, eulogy, mantras, petitions, etc., and there is still only a thin book. A hundred books add up to only a small box.

Zhike thanked him, picked up the scriptures and read it carefully, and couldn't help but praise. Although the Cui family’s scripture was not copied on magnetic blue paper and gold clay, the cover was pasted with red satin, the cover and the back cover were painted patterns, the portraits were solemn, and there were small figures of artifacts printed between the folding pages. , Very delicate.

He was about to praise Cui Xie for his neat copying and good character drawing, when he suddenly remembered that he said just now that this was a printed copy, not a copy.

Now in Qian’an city, there is only one company that can print color pictures. He has also heard of Cui Meiren’s reputation. Could it be that this is the picture of the Indian beauty... He subconsciously glanced at Cui Xie, who is also looking at him. With a straight look, he asked calmly: "I think the color picture is better than the original one that only printed the scriptures, so I asked the craftsman to print the color version. Does the master think it is still eye-catching?"

The master smiled slightly: "The ornaments in the scriptures are all pious, how can it be bad?"

There are many benefactors in the temple, Tan Yue, and all the offerings are comparable. Today, a rich man offers fifty catties of sea lanterns in front of the Buddha, and a large family will provide one hundred catties tomorrow. As long as the color-printed scriptures are in the eyes of the monk and someone is advocating for him, there is no fear that there will be no other main seals.

Cui Xie didn’t pay attention to what he meant and said with his hands together, “I’m relieved if the master says that. These scriptures will be paid to the temple, but around the Ching Ming Festival, I hope the master will take care to pick one for me. Chanting and praying on a good day."

Zhike said: "Recently, there was a monk from the south in our monastery who had placed an order. He read the scriptures very well, so that day, let him preside over with you."

Cui Xie didn't understand Zen, nor could he tell any strange stories about the customs of the world. He only heard a few fruitful stories told by the informant, and he got up to say goodbye because it was not early. Zhike originally wanted to keep him for dinner in the temple, but he urged that his husband hadn't finished his homework and didn't have much delay, so he stepped on his meal and left the temple.

The Zhike sent him straight to the gate before returning. Seeing the sun directly on his head, he sighed: "It's a pity that we don't have a famous food in our temple. If you have the reputation of Haotianguan's vegetarian food, you have to keep him. Have a meal."

The little novice who sent off the guests persuaded: "Where can such delicate officials and rich people be willing to eat vegetarian food. We are not like the monks in the south who can cook pig's head. Donors are famous for eating. This is also helpless."

Zhike didn't bother to care whether he had no choice but the donor refused to stay and eat the fast food, or because there was no pig's head in the temple to eat, he sent the little novice to take care of other donors, took his own head, and held the box of scriptures to the monastery.

Cui Xie didn't eat vegetarian food, but he didn't eat meat. Instead, he bought some cut cakes, steamed dumplings, taro cakes, and pie cakes at the food stall outside the temple, and ordered three bowls of hot tea soup to eat at the stall. On the way back, I met someone selling pine nuts biscuits and cloud cakes from Nanjing. They also bought a few packs. They wanted to give them to the workers, but they didn't want to have customers.

Said it was a guest, but in fact, he was only reading in his study, and no one wanted to greet him.

Cui Xie went in and said "nebulous", but when he looked closely, it was Guo Yong, Tang Ning and other young students who were sitting lazily on the sofa and reading. Guo Yong was the youngest and had better physical strength. He straightened up and arched his hands, but the eyelids were drooped, and he sighed, "I have rushed to two big festivals in the past two days, and I have to write poetry and composition. Two are lacking. When we came back, we remembered that the bed in your study was comfortable and not far from the Wu Temple, so we came to be an uninvited guest. We hope that Brother Cui Xian will not dislike us."

Cui Xie smiled and said: "Where do you dare. Seniors are willing to come, my yard is full of brilliance. I will ask people to prepare some thin wine and treat each other. How many people eat in the hall or are they here? Eat at this table, I told them to clean up the table."

Several people forced themselves to sit up and said: "No need not, we can just clean up by ourselves, where do the servants know where to put it."

Cui Xie pulled a rattan basket from the bookshelf and asked them to put the book on the table inside, and when he turned around, he filled it in by himself. Several people put the books and said, "Your study is much more organized than ours. I'm at home, and I always throw away the books I read, so I don't even want to make a basket for him."

Someone also said: "You can see how hard it is to tidy up this study. Make a note and paste it on the back of the book. It saves effort to find it."

Guo Yong didn’t tidy up, but instead took a hassle-bound book and asked, “Is this the "Four Books Dialogue" made by you? My brother Shishi said today that you have arranged it very well, and the dialogue is also complete. It’s neat, it’s still recorded in rhyme part, why isn’t it printed as a book?"

He turned the pages of the book, looked up at Cui Xie, and asked again as if sternly and as expected: "This book is more worthy of printing than the collection of poetry by Shen Yuan, why not print it?"