Chapter 781: Master of Popularity
As soon as these words were spoken, Wenjiu, Ninth Master and Tenth Master looked at each other.
Jiu Ye spread his hands, as if to say, see, I knew it would be like this.
The Tenth Master happily came over to the wine warmer and took the water from him. "If Master Meng doesn't want to drink, I'll drink it." He then gulped down several mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth again and said, "Refreshing! It's so hot, and once this is down, it feels so good. Little Master Meng really doesn't know how to enjoy life. Do you know how much this drink from Little Fourth Sister-in-law is worth?"
Upon hearing this, Master Xiao Meng frowned slightly and immediately bowed to Wen Jiu. "I thank Concubine Wen for her kindness. However, it is truly inappropriate for you to worry so much about me. If you have a lot of gold, you might as well use it for the people."
For a moment, he couldn't help but frown and look at Wenjiu, obviously disagreeing at all.
The Tenth Master nearly spit out his icy drink. He glared at Master Xiao Meng for several seconds before giving him a thumbs-up. "You're truly amazing. I said the drinks Little Fourth Sister-in-law made were worth a fortune, but who said the ingredients used to make them were worth a fortune?"
After saying that, seeing Lord Xiao Meng looking at him, the Tenth Master rolled his eyes and said, "Don't look at it. It's not yours now. You didn't want to drink it just now, but now Sister-in-law Xiao Si has given me this ice drink." After saying that, he put the cowhide water bag in his hand behind his back.
Wenjiu and Jiu Ye looked at each other, and then walked out one after another.
On this side, Lord Xiao Meng wanted to say something, but in the end he just clasped his fists towards the Tenth Master, frowned, and followed him.
He continued, "Master Jiu, Concubine Wen, you've come to the wrong place. This is the right way. The Emperor has instructed that he would take you two to see the ranch together."
The Tenth Master was indeed grinning at this moment. This fool didn't even ask him for the cowhide water bag. He drank another sip happily and immediately trotted after him.
Mr. Ba looked at the group from a distance. He rubbed his chin and thought to himself that this trip hadn't been entirely fruitless.
It is said that he had always wanted to meet the Fourth Young Master before the New Year. His third brother was always clinging to him and always asked him to introduce him to someone. To this day, the Eighth Master has not seen the Fourth Young Master's true face.
However, he was very familiar with this person's affairs. He heard that the Fourth Young Master and Old Meng were friends regardless of age difference, and now he happened to meet this young Master Meng again.
I'll find a good opportunity to ask him later, and it will also save his third brother from bothering him all day long.
If I could recruit this fourth young master and get his financial support, I'm sure I would have a smoother time in the court.
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Master Guangci had been waiting in the Eighth Master's yard for about quarter of an hour.
"Master, what's going on with this Eighth Master? Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to invite you to give a lecture, and even the Queen Mother would wait for us in advance. But he went out to drink with others and left you here."
The young novice monk beside Master Guangci frowned deeply, "Not only did he stand me up, but now he hasn't even brought me a cup of tea. What on earth is this Eighth Master up to?"
The beads swirling in Master Guangci's hand paused for a moment, and the next second, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, without any sadness or joy, fell on the little monk.
"Wu Xin, don't talk nonsense. How did your teacher teach you on a daily basis?"
Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered his head: "Master often says, be compassionate, be happy, give only when the opportunity arises, and be humble to show respect..."
"If that's the case, why are you so angry? The benefactor invited me to be his disciple, and I can choose whether to come or not.
As the person invited, the donor can naturally come or not.
This kind of situation has happened before. Perhaps the donor really encountered something and was delayed. Why are you so angry?
"Master, I just feel that this Eighth Prince is a bit inferior to the others. Today, he is so favored by the emperor, all thanks to you.
And now you have come here despite having broken the appointment with the Prince of Zhi, but he has not come to see you at all."
"No intention." Master Guangci frowned. "I've already said that it's the donor's choice to see him or not. Go back and copy the Heart Purification Mantra ten times."
Wuxin frowned and replied, "Yes."
"Master, Wuxin will go and copy the Heart Purification Mantra when he returns. But do we still have to sit here and wait? Why don't you come back first? Your meal hasn't been eaten yet."
"No need, wait a little longer." Master Guangci glanced at Wuxin and then closed his eyes to rest. The Buddhist beads in his hand slowly turned.
After two quarters of an hour, the Eighth Master still hadn't arrived, but Mao Gege did come back.
Mao Gege had always respected this master, and now that she finally had the chance to see him alone, she was in a very good mood and immediately ordered snacks and tea to be prepared.
Soon the table was filled with a dazzling array of delicacies, but Master Guangci had never touched it.
After chatting with Mao Gege for a few words, he stood up and said, "My dear lady, I am sorry to bother you today. It's getting late now, so I should go back."
"Send Master."
After seeing Master Guangci off, Mao Gege couldn't help but smile. She had been quite lucky today, having eaten some snacks she'd never tried before. She also met the master again, who had even spoken a great deal about Buddhism to her on the way.
"Master, please stay." Master Guangci hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly heard a sound behind him. He subconsciously turned around and frowned slightly to see an old man running up to him. "That's my master. Please go to the pavilion."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation to the back.
The master did not look surprised. He nodded slightly to the visitor and followed the man into the pavilion with Wuxin beside him.
"Master, how are you?" The man stroked his beard and smiled lightly.
"Master Mingzhu." Master Guangci clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha, Master, your grace remains the same."
Mingzhu laughed and said, "It's really not easy to meet the master."
"Monks stay away from disputes. My Lord, I'm afraid Guangci can't do what you want. I can only resort to this last resort."
"Oh? Master, you know I have something to ask for, but do you think Master Ba has nothing to ask for?"
Mingzhu smiled as she spoke, "Master, Buddhism emphasizes fate in everything we do. Now that we've met, it means even the Buddha feels you should give me a chance. Why don't we sit down and have a cup of tea?"
"Amitabha, donor, please."
Mingzhu's smile deepened when she heard this. She waved to the servant beside her and whispered in his ear, "Go and invite the Prince of Zhi."
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