In this month, Li Xian has to consult the ancient characters of this world again, and he has to write the rhyme in his mind, and he is really tired of lying on the desk all day.

At the moment, he didn't even want to move his fingers, and hurriedly shouted to the two apprentices who were guarding the door to come in.

Nothing else, this kind of thing is usually a charge.

Hearing Li Xian's shout, Zhu Badou, who was originally leaning against the door frame and squinting as if he was asleep, immediately opened his eyes and entered the house before the second battalion commander in a hundred-meter sprint.

Seeing Li Xian lying on the table, how could Zhu Badou, who had been serving him for a month, not know what was going on?

Familiar with the way to massage Li Xian's whole body, and even used subtle demonic power to dredge Li Xian's meridians, which finally made Li Xian feel a lot better.

Casting a look of approval at Zhu Badou, Li Xian immediately put away the thick stack of papers on the table, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no omission, he stood up and walked out with a basket.

"Master, why are we going?" Ignoring the smug Zhu Badou, the second battalion commander asked Li Xian's back.

Li Xian didn't stop or reply, and said directly: "Go to the nunnery in Dongcheng, give the novel to Master Huixin, and then lead Tongtong and Xiaobao to the Taoist hall to test their talents." ”

The second battalion commander hurriedly followed, and Zhu Badou heard that he was not going to eat, and wailed that no one paid attention to him, so he could only follow.

In the past month, nothing has changed in the daughter city, but the snow has become heavier and heavier.

Stepping on the snowdrift that could barely reach their calves, Li Xian and the three of them walked for an hour before they came to the nunnery in Dongcheng with great difficulty.

Li Xian knocked on the door for a while, and it was Tongtong, a little girl with a blue nose and swollen face, who came to open the door.

Li Xian knew about this kind of unlucky thing, and he didn't ask about Tongtong's sad story, and went directly to the main hall.

Li Xian found that his luck had a tendency to turn around in the past few days, and he was able to catch up with the meal when he came to the nunnery twice.

Seeing that the pot was full of dry rice, Li Xian smiled and touched the little head of the child guarding next to him, and then entered the main hall without hesitation.

In the main hall, Master Huixin is chanting sutras in front of the Buddha statue, and Xiaobao, who is also blue and purple on his face, is also showing his sincerity.

Li Xian waited for a while, and only stepped forward after Master Huixin finished chanting, and said, "This is the mythical story of the poor monk who came to drive out in January, and I bother Senior Sister to see if there is anything wrong." ”

Master Huixin nodded, and without speaking, she casually picked up a pile of paper in the basket and looked at it.

"There is a flower and fruit mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a stone on the top of the mountain, and a stone monkey is born by the essence of the sun and the moon. Later, because he successfully broke into the Water Curtain Cave, he was worshiped as the 'Monkey King' by the monkeys of Huaguo Mountain.

In order to seek immortality, the Monkey King sought teachers from all over the world, and was instructed by the Bodhi Patriarch in Xiniu Hezhou, named Sun Wukong, and learned to count seventy-two changes, and a somersault cloud can be 108,000 miles......"

Master Huixin thought that he would be able to appreciate the quality of the article by reading it for a while with his own qualitative nature, but he knew that he was fascinated by it, and even Tongtong asked her to eat and shirked it.

By the time Master Huixin woke up from the ups and downs of the plot in Journey to the West, Li Xian had already taken Tongtong and Xiaobao to the gym to awaken.

In this world where entertainment is scarce, and a simple story in the neighborhood can be told for months, Master Hui Xin believes that the "Journey to the West" in his hand is like a bombshell, as long as it is thrown, it will definitely attract everyone's attention.

While the book is promising, there are many difficult problems that lie ahead.

Missionary missions are aimed at the majority of the poor people, and the shrewd rich gentry will not abandon Buddhism because of one or two wonderful stories.

If the book is published, it is tantamount to a fool's dream to make the people who are already struggling to make ends meet and spend a lot of hard-earned money to buy a book.

Moreover, most of the poor people are illiterate, even if Huixin Shi Taiyin comes to give it away, it is very likely that they will use it as toilet paper.

Even if there are many problems, it is difficult to help Master Huixin.

With a flick of his eyes, Master Huixin took it upon him, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Boiling water to soak cold rice, Master Huixin ate a meal casually, and then warned the children frolicking in the courtyard not to run around, took the beginning of Journey to the West and the first five times of paper and walked out of the nunnery.

Master Hui Xin went out and entered the street and walked towards the city, and when she approached the deserted general's mansion, she turned into a dim alley in a blink of an eye.

Unlike the deserted street market outside, the dim and warm alleys are quite lively, with many stalls and many people lounging, and the alleys are crowded all at once.

Master Hui Xin walked into a house in the alley and found an old man with a stump in his arm.

Without saying much, he took out thirty copper coins from his arms, and handed them to the old man with a stump of paper with a total of twenty pieces of paper from Journey to the West.

The old man didn't ask much questions, took a cursory look at the contents of the paper, compared a 'three' to Mrs. Huixin, and arranged for it to be printed after obtaining her consent.

First, the people in the General's Mansion are not too familiar with the structure of the city, so it causes the scene to be dark under the lights here. Therefore, merchants do not have to pay the government fees and business taxes, which are cheaper than outside things.

Second, this old man with stump arms retired from the battlefield, and he is strict with himself and will not talk nonsense about the affairs of guests. And there are not many guests in the house, so there is no need to wait in line.

The three fingers stretched out by the old man with the stump arm represented that only three sets of thirty texts could be printed.

The old man with the stump arm uses active printing, and he has many sets of clay tablets, and he also knows the placement of each word by heart.

As he looked at the handwriting on the paper on the table, his remaining hand picked and picked like a phantom, and soon arranged all the orders on the paper ink.

After carefully checking to make sure that there were no typos, the old man with the stump arm fixed the arranged clay embryos with an iron frame.

After that, they started printing in the same way as the outside......

Master Huixin waited for more than two hours, and finally waited for the old man with the stump arm to finish all the printing.

In addition to the originals, there were three copies in total, and more than 60 pieces of rough paper with the fragrance of ink.

After checking and confirming that it was correct, Master Huixin recited the Buddha's name to the hard-working old man with a stump arm, and then walked out of the courtyard.

Mrs. Hui Xin gave three copies of the paper from the first five rounds to the most popular storyteller in the city.

Those people also had a lot of respect for the respected Huixin Master in the city, and after respectfully taking the paper and sending the people away, they did their best to take a look, but they didn't expect to be deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate themselves......