The sutra is a good article that respects heaven and law, and communicates with the ordinary. The key to writing a good sutra is not literary talent, but the word "respect".

Li Chan wrote a commentary at the foot of Fuyu Mountain for two years and was well aware of the routine. He was also well-known among the scholars who wrote commentary on behalf of others. A commentary that seeks eight-grade spiritual response methods is a fee for the pen.

Thousands of coins are only one or two.

After putting down the pen and drying the ink marks slightly, Li Chan handed over the sutra to the woman, got a pen to moisten the pen fee and left.

The scholar in the room looked pale, and he still recalled the horrifying scenes just now. A coquettish and beautiful face appeared in his mind, but he felt a chill behind him.

"Yanqing, what's wrong?"

The woman walked in and asked worriedly.

The scholar looked up and saw a woman's face. He screamed, leaned back on the back of the chair, and shouted "monster" in panic.

The woman was stunned when she held the Shuwen. The child was still striking in the morning saying that there was true love between the shemale men, why did he change his face in a blink of an eye?

...

Ping'an Fang is located on the southeast side of the old imperial city, with a different name called "Ban Rifang".

According to legend, Sun Kuyin, the former dynasty who was best at chanting poems, stopped in the middle of the fangdao to ponder. He was traveling on a bus in Yue Kingdom. The coachman saw someone blocking the way and was about to scold him, but was stopped by Yue Kingdom. Zheng Kingdom Duke retreated from others.

Waiting on the street, waiting for Sun Kuyin to come to his senses, half a day has passed, and this incident has become a good story, and Ping'an Fang has also won the nickname of half a day.

Perhaps because of this very literary reputation, many Bimozhai and calligraphy shops were opened in the Banrifang, which became the most elegant place in Xuandu City. However, no matter how elegant it is, it is inevitable that it is stinking to be affected by the smell of copper.

The calligraphy and painting merchants gathered here to do some speculative business of reselling.

Sao Qingniang walked into Yabiju with her scriptures and scrolls in her arms and asked, "How do you collect the scriptures, shopkeeper?"

When the shopkeeper of Yabiju looked up and saw a beautiful and gentle woman, his eyes lit up. He saw Saoqing's mother inserting her hair into a bun with a hairpin. He couldn't help but say a pity, and looked at Saoqing's mother putting it on the varnish.

The stack of brand new thread-sealed scriptures on the fir counter cleared his throat, picked up a page of scriptures with his fingernails, and said with his eyes slanted: "Well, if you write well, you will give more."

"Show it."

Sao Qingniang smiled slightly, and her gentle appearance made a young man who had just walked into the calligraphy and painting shop fascinated.

The shopkeeper also lost his mind and secretly warned himself that he should not give the price higher because of this woman's beauty. However, when he saw the beautiful handwriting on the scriptures, his eyes lit up and said in surprise: "Little lady, this is yours."

Character?"

Sao Qingniang nodded and said no.

The shopkeeper carefully turned over a few pages of the scriptures, nodded and praised: "The words are really as clear and beautiful as the person."

While reading the scriptures, he calculated one, two, and three, and finally said: "Twenty-one volumes of "The Sutra of Rescuing Disasters and Misfortunes" are of good handwriting. I'll give you one, two, three cents of silver."

The price was probably as expected by Sao Qingniang. She thanked the shopkeeper and asked again: "Is the shopkeeper's collection of paintings?"

"Why don't you collect it? Is this one?"

The shopkeeper said as he unfolded the scroll. When he saw the candlestick picture of a cat play, he couldn't help but secretly praised it. He glanced at the sentence "The raccoon did not know how hard it was to make a living, and he only used the candlelight as a firefly." He glanced down and saw it.

"Xu Yingqiu Seal".

His thick black eyebrows were raised high and his breathing became heavy. This painting was already the best. If there was Xu Banque's poem, he could sell thirty taels up. If he met someone he liked, he could turn it over again.

Something.

But who can be a master of the slightest move in the dantianfang is not a battle-hardened person, and there are countless fakes he has seen.

I immediately calmed down and looked carefully.

After pondering for a while, he used his nails to dip the white cat's pupils. The blue-green cat's pupils paint was slightly thicker. When the nails touched, the paint was dry, but it was still a little soft.

The shopkeeper understood in his heart that this painting was probably drawn in the past few days. If ordinary people get the new topic of Xu Banque, they will not be able to sell it. Although this painting is skillful, it is a counterfeit.

The shopkeeper smiled, but he didn't intend to point it out.

Nowadays, calligraphy and painting merchants and fake craftsmen have a close relationship. The fake painter sold the paintings here without intending to hide them from him, just as selling them as fake paintings.

But if the shopkeeper re-sells it, it will be decided if it is true or not.

This poem written by Xu Banque is worth the price of the original work, but also worth two taels of silver.

The shopkeeper thought for a while and cleared his throat.

"What's this painting..."

Just as I was about to quote a price of 4 taels, a praise came from beside me.

"Okay, okay, the raccoon doesn't know how hard it is to live, and only uses candlelight as fireflies? It's worthy of being Xu Banque. It has a unique taste in its elegant taste, which is unpredictable and has a profound meaning."

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that the young man wearing a squid head, a face that was covered with powder, a round-necked green robe, and a jade bi on his waist. He was born into a wealthy family at first glance. He was amazed at the candlestick of the cat play and ignored it directly

After he was the shopkeeper, he asked the beautiful lady, "Miss, do you want to sell this painting?"

Sao Qingniang looked at the shopkeeper and said, "It's sold, but this shopkeeper has already..."

"The money has not been completed and the transaction has not been completed, and this painting is still yours." The young man smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "I will give twenty taels of this painting. I will add more to the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper was stunned. According to the rules of the half-day shop, the young man had crossed the line, but he couldn't get angry, his face was strange, and hesitated for a moment, "Mr., should you think about it again?"

The young man smiled, "What price should the shopkeeper pay? Just give me a sure letter."

"This..." The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, but he gave up his plan to cheat the young man and made a wedding dress for the fake painter, but he couldn't get it. When the young man found out that the painting was fake, he was afraid that

He was about to come to the door again, so he coughed dryly, "Forget it, my husband is so courageous, I can't fight for you."

"Thank you, the shopkeeper." The young man bowed to the shopkeeper, took out the bag of his waist, and took out four or five taels from a roll of silver notes. Sao Qing's mother stretched out her hand without hesitation. He was stunned for a moment and smiled.

Smile, hand over the silver note to her.

"Miss, one or two or three cents." The shopkeeper said the scattered silver, picked up the copper robe and let Saoqing see the scale clearly. Saoqing's mother stretched out her purse and asked him to pour the silver in, and smiled at the young man.

"Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The young man was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but catch up with two steps. He remembered the scroll on the counter and didn't take it. He hurriedly turned around to pick it up. Then he turned around and walked out of the door.

He yelled, walked to the door, looked around, and disappeared from Sao Qing's figure.

Outside the half-day shop, Saoqing Niang was flipping through the wallet, and the silver notes were 21 taels and 3 cents. Now, there was a period of time when the cost was not necessary to be tight.

"Shaolang is back, and he hasn't welcomed him yet. He calls a table with two taels of food... well."
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