Chapter 82: The disadvantage of crystal mirror is that it is... too expensive

Wei Zheng came to Zhuangyan Temple again the next morning, but this time he did not lose a single shot. Although Wukong really wanted to let Wei Zheng's pigeons go and let them visit the cottage three times, after weighing the pros and cons, Wukong decided to give up this idea.

This person, especially a successful person like Li Jiancheng, will never be able to let go of his figure before he was at the end of his life. Why was Liu Bei willing to visit the cottage three times? Because at that time, he only had a small Xinye county, and had no soldiers, and no money. Therefore, in order to win over the great families of Jingxiang, he had to look like a respectful and polite person.

When did Liu Bei take over Sichuan and become the King of Hanzhong, when did he do such a thing as a decline in the number of visits to the cottage?

Now Li Tang was sweeping the world. It can be said that except for the Turks in the north, there was no force in the whole world that could threaten this emerging dynasty. It can be said that Li Jiancheng was now at the time of pride, and the people at this time were the most impatient.

So, when the Donggong Guard and Tiance Guard were fighting two days ago, Li Shimin would come over in a hurry, but Li Jiancheng didn't care at all. There is a reason for this.

One has a clear mind, the other has no, it's that simple

It’s better to be more secure. Don’t be careless. If the fish that finally took the bait ran away, it would be troublesome.

When Wei Zheng followed Sanbaozi into Wukong's Zen Room, he saw a weird little monk with a frown and a tangled look at the sky outside the window. The little monk was empty and there was nothing. But strangely, there was a stove in the corner of the Zen Room, and there was a bucket of water and a copper pot next to the stove.

However, what Wei Zheng felt a little strange was that the walls and roof of this Zen room were painted with various patterns everywhere. Of course, the patterns were actually just some crisscrossing ink lines.

"Junior Brother Wukong, Wei Xima from the Prince's Mansion has arrived." Sanbaozi said respectfully.

"Wei Xima..." After hearing the words of Sanbaozi, the little monk slowly turned his head. Wei Zheng clearly saw that when the little monk's eyes fell on him, his eyes suddenly widened and his eyebrows stood up. He seemed to be surprised. But soon, the little monk in front of him immediately returned to normal.

"The guests are here, and the radiance is shining." The little monk brushed a clearing place in front of him with his sleeve, "Please sit down."

"Please sit, you have a cushion here..." Before Wei Zheng could say this, he suddenly realized that in front of him, the place where the little monk had just brushed, there was a cushion straight. Wei Zheng reached out and rubbed his eyes. Yes, it was indeed a cushion.

No, did I say that I was dizzy just now and didn’t even see a seat cushion here?

"I have always lived in the wilderness for a long time. This is the first time I have come to a big city like Chang'an." The little monk smiled and said, "So there is nothing to entertain guests. Only a cup of tea to show off your heart."

As he said that, Wukong raised his hand gently, then gently stroked a few times in the air, making some mysterious gestures. Wei Zheng looked at Wukong's actions for some reason. Although he was knowledgeable and had some understanding of Buddhism and Taoism, to be honest, he could not understand these actions at all.

After a few random strokes in the air, Wukong stopped and then asked suddenly, "Mr. Wei, have someone proposed to burn Chang'an City recently and move the capital to the south."

"Burning Chang'an City?" Although Wei Zheng didn't know why Wukong asked, he still answered honestly, "Of course not, who would come up with such a ridiculous idea."

"No?" Goku looked out of the window with a worried look again, "Is there really no?"

Looking at Wukong's actions, Wei Zheng couldn't help but turn his eyes to the sky outside the window. Yes, it's very blue, almost the same as usual. Wei Zheng looked carefully for a long time, but still couldn't see any difference between the sky and the usual. Just when Wei Zheng just took his eyes back from the window, he suddenly felt something was wrong inside.

Wei Zheng turned his eyes again around the room, and there were walls with horizontal and vertical lines everywhere, even on the stove, as well as wooden barrels placed beside the stove, and copper pots placed on the stove. Everything was normal and nothing was wrong. So what did he think was wrong?

Wait, Wei Zheng's eyes swept to the stove behind Wukong again. No, when was the copper pot on the stove put on it? If I remember correctly, which wooden barrel this pot should be placed side by side on the side of the stove.

Then, when Wei Zheng's eyes turned to the wooden barrel, he almost was stunned again. There was only half a bucket of water in the barrel. When he just came in, the barrel was definitely full of water. Wei Zheng remembered clearly that the sunlight that was brought in from the window was still flashing on the water surface of the barrel.

But now, there is really only half a bucket of water.

Wukong seemed to have not seen Wei Zheng's surprised expression, but looked up motionlessly at the sky outside the window, looking focused, as if there was something in the sky that attracted him.

Soon, there was a hissing sound, and the water in the copper pot was about to open.

Wei Zheng saw Wukong sigh, turned around on the cushion, and then suddenly pulled out a small table with teapots and tea cups with his hands. A few days ago, he really scared Li Shimin, and today he was also shocked by Wei Zheng.

"Mr. Wukong" Wei Zheng said in surprise, "Where did this table come from?"

"Table," Wukong seemed to be all his attention outside the window. After hearing Wei Zheng's words, he looked at him blankly, "What table did you say?"

"It's this table." Wei Zheng knocked on the table with teapots and cups with his hands. "When I entered the door just now, I obviously didn't see any table?"

"Wei Xima, are you talking about this small table?" Wukong also pointed at the small table. Nonsense Wei Zheng nodded a little depressedly. There was only one small table in the entire Zen room. If this wasn't it, which one could it be?

"This small table has always been behind me," Wukong answered seriously, "Didn't you see Wei Xima when you came in just now?"

Of course, if I see it, I will ask you what you do?

Wei Zheng stood up from the cushion with a puzzled look on his face, ran behind Wukong, and began to observe carefully what was going on with the small table that suddenly appeared. But after watching for a long time, he finally gave up, because there seemed to be no problem in either the wall or the ground.

Wukong didn't mind Wei Zheng's actions at all. At this time, he was skillfully cleaning the teapot and cup, while looking worried, looking at the sky outside the window from time to time.

"My little master, I'm really sorry." Wei Zheng sat down embarrassedly and said to Wukong, "I'm just curious..."

"It doesn't matter." Wukong answered casually while looking out the window, "It's probably because the small table was placed behind me just now, so Wei Xima didn't pay attention when you came in."

"Maybe it is." Although Wei Zheng said that, he did not believe in Wukong's explanation at all.

You should know that the four walls of Wukong's Zen room are covered with vertical and horizontal ink marks. In this small table, it is the same color, and there is no pattern except for the wood itself. Such a small table is placed in such a room, like a firefly slamming in the darkness, how can people not notice it?

Not to mention, there are a few white porcelain pots and tea cups on this small table.

Although Wukong's skills in making tea are similar to those a few days ago, this time Wukong obviously had something in his mind, so he looked out the window from time to time, looking absent-minded, so he did not explain any tea drinking skills to Wei Zheng. But in fact, he doesn't need to introduce it. Wei Zheng and Wei Xima are also a person who often drinks tea.

As mentioned earlier, tea was just a drug used to treat the stomach and intestines before the Sui Dynasty. Even in the Sui Dynasty, tea was not a very popular drink. There were generally only two types of people who like to drink tea. The first was people with stomach and intestines, and the second was people in the religious circle.

Master Daoxin is the latter type, while Wei Xima is the first type.

Wei Zheng, whose courtesy name is Xuancheng, was from Hebei. In his early years, he had no food when his family was poor, which means that he had a very irregular meal. In addition, when the world was in chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty, he had eaten anything like Shenma tree bark, grass root, Guanyin soil, as long as he could fill his stomach, because his stomach and intestines were not very good.

Later, Wei Zheng died of illness in his sixties, which is related to his experience when he was a teenager. After Wei Zheng went to Chang'an to become the prince to wash his horse, he also looked for a doctor. As a result, the medicine prescribed by the doctor for Wei Zheng was tea. So unlike Li Shimin, who had never drunk a sip of tea, Wei Zheng was not as frequent as Master Daoxin, although Wei Zheng did not drink a bowl of tea, he had to drink a bowl of it for two or three days.

Of course, Wei Zheng never dreamed that the kind of tea that he usually frowned when he drinks actually emitted this elegant fragrance under the hands of this little monk.

Wukong still looked thoughtful or worried, looking out the window from time to time, but his tea brewing speed was still like flowing water. He clicked, poured, washed, and brushed in an orderly manner. Even if he looked out the window, the boiling water used to wash the teapot and tea leaves did not splash out at all.

When the boiling water was boiling for three times, Wukong finally turned his eyes back again, then picked up the pot and swayed. Just when Wei Zheng was a little stunned, Wukong had already pushed a cup of green tea in front of Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng held the cup up with his hand and put it on his mouth and smelled it. The tea smelled faintly and the color was clear. Whether it was the color or the fragrance, it was much stronger than the crushed round tea he drank in daily life. After taking a sip, Wei Zheng felt relaxed all over, and his stomach, which had already felt a little painful, suddenly felt a little comfortable.

"Good tea" Wei Zheng blurted out, "The tea of ​​the little master is really a magical product."

"Don't dare" Wukong smiled politely, then glanced out the window and turned his eyes back. "By the way, I don't know yet, what is the teaching that Wei Xima came to Zhuangyan Temple to find Xiaoniao?"

"That's it." After seeing all kinds of incredible things and then drinking the tea soup that seemed to be nectar, Wei Zheng's attitude towards Wukong unconsciously changed a little. "I heard that you once refined a magic weapon for Wen Jigong of the Ministry of Rites, called the Crystal Mirror, right?"

"Yes," Wukong nodded, "That kind of crystal mirror is a magic weapon that can refract light, so it can allow older people like Wen Jigong to see more clearly. But..." Wukong looked up and down at Wei Zheng, "Wei Xima is in his prime, so it seems that there is no need for such things."

"Wei is actually old," Wei Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, "In a few years, Wei will reach the age of knowing destiny. How can he say that he is in his prime?"

"Wei Xima is too modest." Wukong brought a teapot and added another cup of tea to Wei Zheng, but did not add it to himself. "In my opinion, Wei Xima's eyes are bright now, but he still has a clear ear and clear eyes, so he doesn't need to use these external objects."

"Actually, Wei is not here for himself." Wei Zheng picked up the teacup and sipped again. "Your Majesty is already tall and you sometimes feel confused when you look at things. So His Royal Highness asked Wei to ask the little master if there is anything wrong with this kind of crystal mirror. If not, can you ask the little master to refine a pair for Your Majesty?"

"Everything has its own advantages and disadvantages. Even the artifact used by gods is the same..." Wukong looked out the window with a light face, but he said something that made Wei Zheng feel very heavy, "Of course this crystal mirror is no exception..."

"Then..." Wei Zheng put down the teacup in his hand, with a hint of nervousness in his tone, "What are the disadvantages of the crystal mirror?"

Wei Zheng had no choice but to be nervous. After all, if the crystal mirror is really useful, it would be related to His Majesty Li Yuan's perception and favor for the prince. As the prince who has always guarded the center, Li Jiancheng's prestige and power in the middle of the army could not be compared with the Qin King Li Shimin and Li Shimin. If he loses Li Yuan's favor again, there will be nothing left.

"It's too expensive" Wukong looked out the window and replied lightly.

"My little master, what did you say?" Wei Zheng couldn't believe his ears.

"That crystal mirror needs to be made of clear and flawless crystal." Wukong turned his head to look at Wei Zheng, "If the crystal is opaque, then the crystal mirror made is useless and harmful to wear. But this kind of clear and flawless crystal is very expensive, do you understand?"

"My little master, do you think the disadvantage of this crystal mirror is that it is too expensive?" Wei Zheng almost laughed out loud. What is the disadvantage of being more expensive? If the speech is really cheap, it will not show the prince's intentions.

"Of course, everything comes from the people and must be returned to the people." Wukong came over and looked at Wei Zheng with a pair of clear and transparent eyes, and replied seriously, "In my opinion, if all things in the world cannot be used by the people of the world, they are useless things. What do you think? Wei Xima"

Wei Zheng looked at Wukong's eyes firmly, and after a while, he knelt up, bowed with his hands, and bowed deeply, "I'm sure to be taught."

This time, Wukong did not dodge or avoid, sat upright, received a gift from Wei Zheng, and then poured Wei Zheng the last cup of tea. Then he looked out the window and asked again, "Wei Xima, are you sure that no one has proposed in the court that he would set a torch to burn Chang'an and then move the capital?"

After thinking about it, Wei Zheng still answered "Something is certain"

When Wei Zheng came out of Zhuangyan Temple, he did not read books in the carriage or read some memorials handed to the Eastern Palace as usual, but began to be stunned for the first time.

The meeting with Wukong today completely subverted Wei Zheng's understanding of this little monk. Although this little monk is indeed very magical, such as when the copper pot was filled and ran to the stove, and the small table that appeared out of thin air, etc., were all things that Wei Zheng saw with his own eyes, but he was puzzled.

But what shocked him the most was not these things, but the firm tone and determination when the young monk looked out the window and said to himself righteously, "If all things in the world cannot be used for the people of the world, they are useless things."

Even if such a little monk has some magical powers, he is not that kind of genius no matter how he looks at it, he is not that kind of genius.

When Wei Zheng returned to the Prince's East Palace, Li Jiancheng was still in the Tai Chi Palace. Until Wei Zheng thought about it for a while, and then arranged everything we had to deal with today, he finally heard a messy sound from outside, and Li Jiancheng finally dispersed and returned.

Li Jiancheng seemed to be in a good mood today, looking like he was dancing with a roar.

Wei Zheng said a few simple words, meaning that after Monk Wukong had agreed to refine a crystal mirror for His Majesty, he then asked again. "Your Highness, is there any happy event today?"

"It can also be considered a happy event," Li Jiancheng said with a smile, "Today I finally won the first round of Shimin."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Wei Zheng continued.

"Today at the court meeting, Duke Xing, Liu Zhenghui, proposed an idea that he could not be stupid anymore." Li Jiancheng laughed, "He actually told his father that the reason why the Turks repeatedly invaded the country was because Chang'an was too close to the Turks and Chang'an was too rich, which aroused the covetousness of the Turks..."

"Your Highness, wait..." Wei Zheng looked at Li Jiancheng in surprise, "Duke Xing's idea is not to burn Chang'an City with a fire, and then move the capital to the south of the Tang Dynasty."

"That's right," Li Jiancheng said happily, "Why, you heard about Wei Xima, who did you hear about it?"

"I have heard of it." Wei Zheng looked in disbelief, "I just heard from the little monk Wukong"...

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