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For the past month, all the monasteries in Songyang Temple have been full of people. Fortunately, although the weather has become hot day by day, the mountains are originally a place to escape the summer heat, and all the monasteries in Songyang Temple are hidden in bamboo forests. Under the breeze, the days are not difficult to bear.

These monasteries used to be just a place where the sauts were occasionally lived, but now people here do not go to the front hall to worship, but copy books that have been set up with more than a hundred years in the elegant monasteries burning fragrance. As these people, these things like copying books are handed over to the servants who are literate at home or to the bookmakers who copy books in the bookstore. They always don’t have to do it themselves, but now the volumes of books have been distributed early, and no one thinks that there are too many books that need to be copied by themselves. Not only that, everyone is very dedicated and wishes that every word will not be found fault. Of course, it is even more indispensable to visit the famous master of the Shangqing School of Maoshan.

Among them, Liu Ximing was the most attentive. However, no matter how cleverly he showed his knowledge and talent in front of Sima Chengzhen, the other party was not very different from others. Especially when he learned that Du Shiyi did not go to his grandson Fang’s tea room to have tea, he went to see Sima Chengzhen, and then left without saying goodbye. Sima Chengzhen actually greeted Song Fuzhen and Sun Taichong on his behalf, and he was even more jealous. At this moment, he once again came to the front of his nature to ask for a meeting. Unexpectedly, after he reported it, it was the one who was said to have a good relationship with Du Shiyi.

"My master is about to meet Master Song Guanzhu Sun and several Taoist priests in Songyang Guanzhu. I am afraid I can't get enough time now. Please come again when you change it."

Although he was calm on his face, Liu Ximing felt angry when he remembered all kinds of refusals and declined in the past few days. Then he forced a smile and said, "Since Mr. Sima is going to see my uncle, why should I accompany him?"

Sima Heiyun had known that this young man who often came here was Song Fuzhen's nephew, but he could only bow and say, "Langjun Liu is kind to him, but my master has not yet recovered from the cold, so he ordered people to invite Master Song Guan and Master Sun to come here to meet." Speaking of this, seeing a group of people walking here on the bluestone road, he accused him of guilt and left Liu Ximing and greeted him.

When Song Fuzhen saw his nephew coming up to salute, he had a look of expectation on his face. He knew that he had hit a nail again, so he wanted to help him. However, at this moment, when he thought that he had just reported that Chongtangguan in Shuangquanling had finally received news and would send someone to come at any time, he didn't care about his nephew, nodded lightly and said, "You have copied all the "Baopuzi Notes" given to you by Mr. Sima? You are all concentrating on copying without leaving your home. You should also be more attentive."

After eating a meal of my uncle, Liu Ximing reluctantly left. At this time, Song Fuzhen brought the Taoists into the cultivation house. However, as soon as he entered the atrium, he saw Sima Chengzhen standing in front of an ancient locust tree in the middle with his hands on his back, looking up at the tree canopy with thoughts, as if he was pondering something. Seeing this scene, he slowly stepped forward and smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Sima has recovered."

"It was just a little cold that the carriage and horses had just gotten into. I understood medical principles myself. In fact, it was already gone. Now it was just an excuse to thank guests in a closed door." Sima Chengzhen turned around and saw them one by one. Then he said, "For my little wish, these many people gathered together in Songyang Temple. It was really exciting to say that."

Sun Tzu Fang smiled and said, "These classics are kept high on the shelf and are not secretly revealed to others. This time, the audience is willing to let everyone see them. Not to mention the heroes from all walks of life who have heard of the news, even the Taoist people in the Guanzhong are not left behind? Mr. Sima may not know that almost all those who have received the important task of copying books are in duplicate, one is presented to Mr. Sima, and the other is left at his home in the future. Not only that, I also heard that many people have agreed to borrow from each other after copying the articles in the future. After this grand event, each family has benefited a lot. Mr. Sima and the audience have given everyone great convenience."

"Okay, you are so handsome. It is obvious that I have achieved the results of everyone without any effort, but it has become convenient for me to travel with others in your mouth."

Sima Chengzhen knew that his grandson was just an excuse. In fact, the collection of books in Songyang Temple was naturally completely unanimous to the children of aristocratic families. When he smiled, he saw that the other Taoists were also smiling and echoing, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, I won't say these polite words to you. I'm asking you to come today, but it's because of another thing that has something to do with this copy. You are all from Songyang Temple, and I think you know what the Songyang Temple, which is known as the number one in Songshan, was from the past. This palace has hundreds of magnificent and solemn Songyang Temple, just a hundred years ago, was once a Buddhist temple."

As soon as this was said, some people frowned, some people were surprised, some people were puzzled, but Sima Chengzhen said lightly: "We are the people who cultivate our self-cultivation and should not have the desire to be quarrel. Since the translation of the scriptures by Master Sanzang, the sutras of the Emperor of Heaven have spread the Dharma, and Buddhism has become increasingly prosperous. The supply of Buddhist scriptures in the market is in short supply, and they have to use engravings. Even if a volume of Buddhist scriptures is often sold for Yishen, good men and women often try their best to go home to recite and worship. However, the works of our ancestors and others are often cherished and never show them to others."

Seeing that everyone's faces were different for a moment, especially Song Fuzhen frowned slightly, he said bluntly: "I am not criticizing Master Song Guan. After all, these books are precious things, and ordinary people may not understand them. However, those books that cultivate one's nature and those who have little blessings are nothing but wasteful gifts. But it is a pity for those medical books and pharmacopoeia to be left alone. For example, ordinary minor illnesses, many folk quack doctors cannot cure them repeatedly. Even if they have excellent medical skills like Zi Fang, they cannot really be devoted to saving the world without caring about their own practice. Therefore, I plan to let someone publish the medical books and pharmacopoeia books such as "Bencao Jing Ji", "Prescriptions for Effectiveness and Testing and Application Prescriptions", "Essentials for the Use of Medicine of the Utility and Insects", etc., and other medical books and pharmacopoeia," "Essentials for the Use of Medicine of the Utility and Insects", etc.."

Hearing this, Sun Tzu Fang suddenly realized. However, this matter was beneficial and harmless in Songyang Temple. He immediately praised: "Mr. Sima is kind, I am willing to help!"

"Then I'll ask you to do this!" Sima Chengzhen bowed to him directly without waiting for the other people to react. When his grandson Fang hurriedly avoided him, he bowed to the others and said, "Everyone, since I have decided, this matter is not just copying books, but also proofreading and adding. I'm afraid that even you have to work hard together. I've thanked them all here."

Since the ninth generation of ancestor Tao Hongjing, Maoshan Shangqing, every generation of sect leader has been valued by the emperor. With Sima Chengzhen's prestige in the Taoist sect, this ceremony and this thanks are naturally extraordinary. Even Song Fuzhen, an older sage leader, was quickly humble. It was not until this time that Sima Chengzhen smiled and said with a smile: "Before I left Tiantai Mountain, I asked one of my disciples Xue Jichang to take charge of the Taoist affairs, but I wrote to instruct another disciple Li Hanguang to rush to Songshan to calculate the days, and it will arrive soon. In this way, you can also help."

At this moment, Song Fuzhen vaguely felt something wrong. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked tentatively: "Mr. Sima..."

"I am so old that I can accept my efforts. Everyone can forgive me for being lazy." Seeing that Song Fuzhen suddenly realized, she smiled and said it was okay. The others also made fun of compliments. Sima Chengzhen nodded slightly, and then continued to say calmly, "However, since I have returned to Songshan, I also want to meet a few friends I have not met for many years."
Chapter completed!