Zheng Yuanxun searched in his mind and couldn't remember that there was a Bai family among the rich merchants in Su and Anhui, and it was probably not a big family. He said: "Mr. Bai must have a master's advice, why not let him come out and gather together?"

Bai did not refuse and said with a smile: "The master is not good, but he is a little nephew." He said to the servants on both sides: "Go and invite the young master to come and see the guests." The servants on both sides really came out.

At a moment, a handsome young man stepped into the private room and bowed to everyone, saying, "I have grown up in Baisha, whose name is Mizi. I have met you all."

Zheng Yuanxun looked at Bai Mizi, and saw that he looked calm, his eyes were clear, and his voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the room, so he asked, "Is Bai Mizi a cultivator?"

"I dare not take it," Baisha said, "Xiao Ke only heard a little about this, but he had no practice."

Seeing that Zheng Yuanxun had said more than he himself, the Mansion Master felt a vague taste of overshadowing the host. He snatched, "Where is Bai Mizi's hero?"

Baisha wears a square scarf and obviously has fame.

As the Lord of the First Prefecture, Wuquan Gong presided over the examination. When all the scholars of Yangzhou Prefecture met him, he called him "a student under his rule". Bai Shaqian called him Xiao Ke, so he could tell that he was not from Yangzhou.

"Student Jixi people." Baisha replied respectfully.

"Well, how do you, a scholar, have something to do with a practitioner?" Wuquan Gong was just an ordinary Jinshi who was promoted to school. He did not know that the secret technique was not only Buddhist and Taoist. In his opinion, the strange powers and gods were in chaos, and the Confucian scholars would never have a relationship with these strange people in the world.

"Ming Gong, there are many strange things in the world. Students are just willing to walk around and see with their own eyes. After seeing many strange people, they will naturally have some friendship." Bai Sha smiled.

"Is this kind of thing common to see?" Zheng Yuanxun remembered that his film garden was attacked. At that time, everyone could not move. It was also a strange thing. No one believed it when he said it.

People at that time often had some strange and unofficial history published, but only imitated the style of the people of the Tang and Song dynasties, and wrote what they heard was like their own experiences, so this kind of story was not taken seriously.

"It depends on who it is." Bai Sha smiled at Zheng Yuanxun and said, "What ordinary people see is just two reckless men fighting, but they can see something else."

"Oh? I'm sure I'll ask for details." Zheng Yuanxun was a wealthy businessman and would not be influenced by his emotions for too long. After a few words, he had eliminated his dissatisfaction with the Hui merchant just now.

Baisha said: "As soon as you saw, I'm afraid that it was just a monk and a Taoist life fighting each other, vulgar and barbaric, and it may not be of any significance."

Everyone nodded slightly to express their agreement. In their eyes, Taoist priests can use swords and monks can use iron cloth shirts and golden bells, which is nothing more than a story about the wanderer mentioned by the scholars, and there is no particularly clever Taoist practice.

Baisha said: "However, in Xiaoke's eyes, it is not entirely true. The monk had already learned the second level of the "Great Power and Virtue Vajra" and could transform into the Nine-Headed Vajra of the Cow King, and Wenshu's wrathful appearance. The Taoist priest was able to communicate with Yuqingtian, sense the Heavenly Lord, and attract the true spirit to look forward to it. Speaking of which, although the Taoist priest won, he was even higher in cultivation."

Everyone smiled unconsciously after hearing this.

Wuquan laughed and said, "Now you know how those legends came about, right?" Everyone laughed.

Baisha lowered his head slightly and forced a smile out. He said everything he saw with his own eyes, but he was used to it and was regarded as a storyteller. This is also the sadness he had since childhood. Whenever he told people what he saw, he was treated as a bragging child.

There are only two of you here who are not smiling.

Zheng Yuanxun and Zheng Hanxue.

Zheng Hanxue is different from ordinary people. Even if this person says Qian Yiqun is the Heavenly Lord, he will not be surprised.

Zheng Yuanxun knew that there were unique skills in the world, which was not as monotonous as ordinary people saw. The story he told Baisha was only three-point doubtful. The three-point ultimately came to one sentence: How can you see it?

However, this question cannot be asked in front of so many people. Zheng Yuanxun winked at his son and said: Go and make friends with him.

Zheng Hanxue is determined to support the country. No matter what kind of supernatural people, they want to make friends, and of course they understand. Baisha just happened to say goodbye, so Zheng Hanxue naturally followed him out and chased Baisha.

"Brother Mizi!" Zheng Han learned to leave the private room, saw Baisha's figure turning around the corridor, and quickly shouted.

Baisha stopped and saluted Zheng Hanxue, "I don't know what you call me?"

Zheng Hanxue hurriedly replied, "I'm here to go to Zheng Hanxue, whose name is Shaoyuan, and I want to invite Brother Mi to sit and drink a drink."

Baisha has a cheerful personality and is willing to make friends with all kinds of people, especially a big young man like Zheng Hanxue. If he has a decent friendship, he will have many conveniences in the future.

The two asked for a table at the window along the street, and watched the monks who were cleaning up the mess below work hard. For a moment, no one knew how to speak.

After all, Baisha was a little older and smiled and said, "Brother Shaoyuan wants to speak, but he still wants to stop. What is the matter that blocks his mind?"

Zheng Hanxue said: "I am very concerned about what Brother Mizi said just now, but I don't know how Brother Mizi saw it?"

Baisha pondered for a moment and said, "Brother, do you know that there is a so-called five-directional theory."

Zheng Hanxue shook his head slightly.

Baisha therefore made the demon, retribution, god, and Taoist five-directional teachings with Zheng Han. Although it was slightly different from the fox’s explanation, it was similar to the general idea. After Baisha finished speaking, he said: “Xiaoke’s parents, grandparents, and great-grandfathers were all lay Buddhists who were devoted to the Buddha and received the Bodhisattva precepts. When Xiaoke was born, Jiaci dreamed of listening to his children, and he knew that I had a connection with Buddhism and went to the temple at a very young age.”

Zheng Hanxue still nodded without interrupting, thinking: You have not been ordained as a monk.

"Well, although I was put into the temple, I just hung a name and called the disciple in front of the Buddha, and did not live in the temple." Baisha knew that the customs were different, and explained, "From the beginning of my memory, I knew that I was different from what ordinary people saw, and I often saw some strange scenes. This kind of karma and karma really troubled Xiaoke for a long time. It was not until after becoming an adult that he converted to the Three Jewels and saw Master Hanshan pointing it out, and then he realized that Xiaoke was born with Mahasattva's heavenly eyes."

Zheng Han learned Buddhism or not, but after hearing the name, he exclaimed: "It turns out that the family of good deeds will have good fortune! Congratulations to Brother Mizi."

Baisha smiled slightly, no longer caring about this matter, and no longer had any joy or worries. He said, "With the Buddha's eyes, what we see naturally is different."

"Well, that's true." Zheng Hanxue was more concerned about what special things the Mahasattva's Heavenly Eye can have, and whether this person can help him. He said, "Brother Mizi, Xiaoke doesn't read much. What special things the Mahasattva's Heavenly Eye can have?"

Baisha thought for a while and replied, "The Sutra of Dharma: Bodhisattva Mahasattva enters ten kinds of Dharma practices, six powers, three wisdoms, eight liberations, eight perfect places, ten all-income, ten freedoms, ten truths, nine stages of concentration, samadhi, ten powers, and ten wisdoms. My Mahasattva's heavenly eyes are the heavenly eyes of the six powers. But because I am not the supernatural powers obtained from my practice, I am just the retribution I have received from my past lives, so I cannot see through all sentient beings, and my power is very small."

Zheng Hanxue lost a little, suddenly woke up and thought to himself: What's there to be disappointment? Originally, I was alone, but I was very glad to meet the Taoist priest. Now I can meet such an alien, which is a huge progress! And he said it is not very useful, but in fact, taking him as his eyes and ears, he just happened to find more fellow Taoists.

"Brother Mizi is still concentrating on his career?" Zheng Hanxue saw Baisha wearing a square scarf and was a scholar, so he didn't dare to win over him rashly, let alone reveal his skills.

"Xiaoke no longer hopes to start a career!" Baisha suddenly looked radiant, "Last month my brother came to look for me and told me some news. It turned out that Mr. Mo Hanzhai, who was compiling "Sanyan", was about to find someone to make a book "Mo Hanzhai's Strange Stories", which specifically included strange people and strange things in the world. Xiaoke went to meet the owner of Mo Hanzhai, and is now running for this book, collecting materials, and publishing them regularly."

"Well! Does anyone believe this book?" Zheng Hanxue was very suspicious of the sales of this book.

"It is precisely because they are all strange stories that are difficult to tell clearly that the word "different ambition" is used." Baisha said, "Those who are destined to get the truth, those who are not destined to get the fun, and each one takes the needs."

Zheng Hanxue is just not easy to learn, but he is definitely not a fool. After listening to this idea, he already understood it in his heart and exclaimed: "It's indeed a strange idea. I wonder if it's a small possibility to invest?"

Baisha smiled and said, "Xiaoke is just a errand and errands. Brother Shaoyuan still has to go to Gusu to find Mr. Mo Hanzhai."

"Ah? Xiaoke is about to leave the capital after the New Year. He is with the kind-hearted master who just fought. I'm afraid it's too late." Zheng Hanxue said in a tangled manner, "Can you ask Brother Mi to pass on the letter to express Xiaoke's sincerity?" As he said that, Zheng Hanxue took out a square gold nugget from his sleeve and placed it on the table: "This is Xiaoke's wish, just congratulations on the publication of "Mo Hanzhai Zhiyi". Please accept it."

Bai Sha Ben didn't want to accept him with a heavy gift, but he looked sincere and seemed to be keen on this matter. Moreover, the bookstore was newly opened and the sun was making money, so it was indeed a bit difficult to rely on the few rich men in Suzhou. The clan brother came to him to find him, just to rely on the financial resources of Hui merchants.

——He is a well-known figure in the Hui merchants, and this good fate is to be formed.

Baisha made up his mind and said, "If this is the case, I will be disrespectful! I will build the bookstore owner as soon as possible to discuss the investment. How should I contact Brother Shaoyuan at that time?"

"Well..." Zheng Hanxue remembered that Qian Yiqun said he wanted to take him to see the world, and said, "I want to travel with the Honest Master to increase my experience. I am afraid that my whereabouts will be vague. If Brother Mizi has any news, I will send it to the Zheng family in Yangzhou. I will often communicate with my family and inform me where I am."

"It's so good!" Baisha put away the gold, drank a cup and said goodbye and left.

Zheng Hanxue did not try to keep him, but just invited him to stay in the cinema. He also agreed to recommend a kind person to him, so that the guest and the host would part with joy.

Bai Miko returned to the rented courtyard. The first thing she did was to take out rice paper as thin as a cicada's wings, lick the mouse's whiskers and write down thousands of words. He blew the cicada's wing paper, rolled it up carefully, put it in a bamboo tube, and sealed it with wax.

There were already a cage of doves in the yard flapping their wings, and they couldn't wait to soar in the blue sky.
Chapter completed!