Seeing that Zhang Zhe was looking at a shabby Buddhist scripture, Pang Shuai couldn't help but whisper a reminder to him: "Zhang Zhe, Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist books, and temples have always had the habit of donating seals and giving away marriages. ”

"Don't talk nonsense in future generations, this is a hand-copied scripture with history!" The stall owner was not happy with Pang Shuai's interruption.

Pang Shuai ignored him and continued to persuade Zhang Zhe: "I think this bronze Buddha statue is good, maybe it's a little old." ”

Seeing that he recommended more expensive Buddha statues, the stall owner also persuaded: "Buddhism talks about fate, there are so many stalls here at the small south gate, you can come to me and squat down to see." This is fate! These hand-copied Buddhist scriptures, you see, are all traditional characters, and they have history! The fate price is 250 yuan a piece; This Buddha statue is an unearthed cultural relic, I personally collected it in the countryside, I am a little trouble, and there is no channel, or I will sell it for a large price. Today, if you have a fate, please go back to worship, collect, or give away, and give you an auspicious 888! If you buy them all together, I will give you this golden toad of fortune for the enlightenment of the monk. ”

Pang Shuai had already pouted, and judging from what he knew, this was just an ordinary bronze Buddha statue, not some unearthed cultural relics. He will introduce this, but to divert Zhang Zhe's attention, and then leave if the price is too high.

"My dormitory is small, so it's inconvenient to ask the Buddha statue to go back and make offerings. I don't want to open the golden toad, but I want to see how these scriptures are different from the current ones. But the price of 250 is too much, right? These books together are 500 yuan! Zhang Zhe bargained seriously.

As a person who came over, Pang Shuai wanted to dissuade him, and he lost a few copies of 500 yuan, maybe he took them for free in the temple and sold them after he got them old...... But then I think about it, wasn't it like this before? At the beginning of contact, I was always full of confidence, believing in intuition and believing in the fate at first sight, even after hitting the eyes again and again, it is still often like this. The calmness at the moment is just a bystander's clear!

Since persuasion was useless, he didn't disappoint Zhang Zhe's interest and let him pay the tuition himself.

"Four books are only 500 yuan? You buy clothes at the night market! Cut it in half! The stall owner said disdainfully, looking like he wanted to love it or not.

"It's not about cutting it in half, just like my friend said, many Buddhist scriptures are given away for circulation. Many monks also copied scriptures as homework and practice, even hand-copying is also common. Your three copies, all have a lot of incomplete, cinnabar has also faded, I can't tell what age it is, it can't be sold as an antiquity in traditional Chinese characters, right? You must know that Buddhism emphasizes not being greedy, money is something outside the body, and if it is not a famous monk, it is not worth much. ”

As soon as Zhang Zhe opened a pawnshop, not to mention anything else, the ability to negotiate and bargain was absolutely practiced. This is said with evidence, as if he is a very knowledgeable person.

The stall owner saw that it was not the first time that Pang Shuai had come here, and even if it was the first time for Zhang Zhe to come, it was not the first time to buy something similar. After weighing it, although 500 yuan is a little less, the cost of collecting it is low, and it can still be sold.

"Forget it, since there is fate, 500 will be 500!"

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"How does it feel?" Pang Shuai didn't mean to ridicule, he just wanted to see if he was worth it. When he first thought back, he was desperate for someone to share in the joy of this hope.

Zhang Zhe smiled: "If people know the warmth and coldness of drinking water, if they want to know the temperature of the water, they must drink it themselves." Otherwise, you won't be able to understand it just by listening to other people's descriptions. Even if I buy it badly this time, I don't regret it. ”

There was a sentence that he didn't say, and he looked at this thing as maybe a little rare, so he was going to give it to Sun Ruoying. The 200,000 debts are just a casual remark that she has nothing to offer, as long as she can see the things she gives a little, no matter how much the real value is, she can offset part of it. If it can be like the previous two books, one is 5,000 meters, then the 500 will not be a loss.

After returning to school and separating from Pang Shuai, Zhang Zhe immediately dialed a number given by Sun Ruoying before. The person who answered the phone was a man, and after listening to him, he asked for the time and address, and then asked him to wait.

This is a book, and it is also a solemn scripture, Zhang Zhe thought about how to be more elegant, right? With his income, of course, he can't be extravagant to a place like "Listening to the Wind", but he still chose a teahouse as a place to meet.

When drinking tea and waiting for others, Zhang Zhe is also used to reading books, and this time he is reading four books that will be given away soon after he arrives. Three of them are hand-copied scriptures with cinnabar, but they are not very well preserved, and they can't see the eyebrows. So after a brief look at it, I put it aside and looked at another printed booklet.

"There are ancient Rong Zhai essays, under the bamboo window of the effect. From time to time, I feel it, and I write it; From time to time, I have seen it, and I have written it. From the beginning to the beginning, it will be two! Zidu is eighty, quite aware of the wrongs of seventy-nine years, and consciously his heart is not quiet. However, the hall of long-term servants and happy students, incapable of diligent Zhao Lao's hand, so he walked a thousand mountains, inch by sundial and wandered in the hundred ages, what he felt and saw, the years of accumulation, suddenly reverted to ......"

This volume is one of the volumes of "Essays on the Bamboo Window" written by the late Ming Dynasty monk Master Lianchi, which contains short essays written by Sui Sen, which not only discerns the correct knowledge of Zen, teaching, and purity, but also expounds on the Buddha's Confucian teachings, as well as the life and behavior of practitioners.

Zhang Zhe read a few articles, and the writing was not obscure, clear and easy to understand. For the lotus pond master who is respected as the eighth generation patriarch of the Pure Land Sect of Buddhism and the four great monks of the Ming Dynasty, he has heard of it before, and he has no in-depth understanding, but he only remembers that he wrote "Quit Killing and Releasing Life", opened a release pond, and released the life center.

waited until he read dozens of articles before the person who answered the phone before came. When they met, it turned out to be the fierce man who stopped their car that day and "hijacked" the three of them halfway to see Sun Ruoying.

Zhang Zhe was a little complaining about his belated arrival, but when he saw this tower-like, unsmiling, and murderous man, he didn't say anything and handed it over to him directly.

The man was not polite, he came and went in a hurry, he didn't think it was inappropriate to let Zhang Zhe wait for a long time, and he ignored Zhang Zhe's existence at all, just like a robot that came to carry things, took the things and left.

Maybe...... Don't say it's Sun Ruoying, in the eyes of her subordinates, I'm all people who don't fall into the stream and disdain to glance at them! Zhang Zhe smiled self-deprecatingly, drank the cup of tea in front of him, there is nothing to complain about, only by making yourself a weighty figure can you get the attention of others!

When he paid the bill and left, he accidentally bumped into two people who came into the teahouse, one of whom was an acquaintance.

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