Wu Zetian was happy and felt that good things were about to be done. So he put his hands on Zhang Lin's waist and pulled him down. He fell on the dragon couch, pressed his delicate body tightly, bit his earlobe with red lips, murmured, and was angry, "I will treat you well..."

Got it?

However, Wu Zetian was not just a man, but also had more than a dozen worshipers in the harem. According to Xue Ziyi's words, they were all fellow fellows. All these bad thoughts emerged in Zhang Lin's mind inappropriately. His physical reaction was like a flash in the pelvis, and it withered after a moment of blooming.

Alas, it seems that my mind and body are not ready yet, so I can only temporarily feel sorry for the emperor's tenderness and sweetness.

Of course, Zhang Lin could not say this from his mouth, as it would destroy the mood. If Wu Zetian was embarrassed and angry, he would not give him any good food.

But how to stop Wu Zetian from being confused? Her eyes were blurred, her face was red, and her body even had excitement tremors. One hand was tearing Zhang Lin's robe and tore off the jade belt around his waist.

Zhang Lin remembered the seven-star magic stick that protected his body, but at this moment he wanted to use the magic stick to stun Wu Zetian, and he seemed to be a little reluctant.

It seems that it depends on acting!

Zhang Lin gently soothed Wu Zetian's shoulders and even her slender waist with his hands, reflecting a sense of gentleness. He said with concern: "Your Majesty's body is still cold, and it seems that the inner demon is still there. I have a book called "The Art of Clearing Heart". Just recite it a few times, you can calm your mind and drive away the inner demon."

"The Heart Clearing Art? Can it drive away the inner demon?" Wu Zetian, who was afraid of ghosts, suddenly had his eyes lit up when he heard that it could drive away the inner demon, and he temporarily stopped urging Zhang Lin.

"Yes." Zhang Lin took out the opportunity to take out the "Qingxin Jue" that had already been placed under the pillow. Although the content of "Qingxin Jue" is only one page, he took out more than one page at this moment, with a beautifully designed cover and back cover, and a title page, which looks no different from the book.

After taking "Qingxin Jue" and opening it, Wu Zetian's eyes became brighter. She was the first to see a book of this style, and she couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Where did this book come from?"

"Your Majesty, you can recite it a few times first, and drive away the inner demons, and I will tell you again." Zhang Lin said with a smile.

Wu Zetian acted very obediently, resting his head on Zhang Lin's arm, and chanting the full text of the Qingxin Jue in a low and solemn manner. However, the other hand always grabbed Zhang Lin's hand and refused to relax, as if he was afraid that he would run away from the dragon couch.

Although "Qingxin Jue" has only more than 200 characters, every word inside looks ordinary, but after being combined, it has some magical power.

After reciting the first time, Wu Zetian felt clear and calm in her soul. When she recited the second time, there seemed to be an invisible power that emerged from the depths of her soul, temporarily expelling the haze that entrenched in her heart, and even dispelled a lot of the desire to move in her body.

In fact, there are no inner demons. It is because she has done too many things to do in the sun, which accumulates in her heart and forms a haze in her heart. When there is a turbulence, it will cause her deep guilt and fear. She does not admit this guilt and fear, so it rises to fear of ghosts.

After reading "The Heart of Qing Xin", Wu Zetian was in a clear mood. He did not continue to tweak Zhang Lin, but instead leaned his head on Zhang Lin's shoulder and said softly:

"This "Qingxin Jue" is good. You can tell me the origin now."

"Report to Your Majesty, I published this "Qingxin Jue" myself." Zhang Lin said calmly.

"You printed it?" Wu Zetian heard this, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

"Yes. I also published the Heart Sutra and the Diamond Sutra." Zhang Lin took the opportunity to leave Wu Zetian's arms, walked to the wall not far away, picked up several books from the basket, and sent them to Wu Zetian.

"Is it really you printed it?" Wu Zetian sat up, and a look of incredible surprise appeared on his face.

"It's true." Zhang Lin took out the copper plate from the basket again, and it was divided into grids and grids. Each grid had a font mold, and there were ink marks on the font mold.

"This is..." Wu Zetian took the copper plate, and his incredible expression became even stronger on his face, almost forgetting the important matter of wanting to be lucky to Zhang Lin.

"This is a movable type copper plate, and each character can be changed at will. What kind of book your Majesty wants to publish and how many books you want to publish, you can do it within a few days."

During the Wu Zhou period, books were basically printed by hand-copying and woodblock printing. Both of them were very slow, and it was already very good to copy or engrave a book a day. And for Zhang Lin, it was incredible that any book you want to print and how many books you want to print can be done within a few days!

"I want to publish the Great Cloud Sutra and issue it to the world. Can you do it?"

To be issued to the world? How many copies will be obtained? Zhang Lin frowned and thought.

According to each household, the national population was estimated to be about 50 million during the Wu Zetian period, at least 5 million households. Five million books were written by Zhang Lin alone, and even if he could not print it out. However, he also knew that the world that Wu Zetian talked about should refer to officials in the world and could not be issued to the people.

As far as Zhang Lin knew, the ratio of officials and citizens in the Tang Dynasty was about one to four thousand, so the officials were only over ten thousand.

Thinking of this level, Zhang Lin asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, is ten thousand books enough?"

"Ten thousand copies?" Wu Zetian frowned and thought, "It shouldn't be enough, 20,000 copies."

There are not many 20,000 copies, and Zhang Lin is confident: "I promise to publish 20,000 copies of the "Great Cloud Sutra" for Your Majesty within one month!"

"That's great!" Wu Zetian was in a good mood and smiled with a dazzled eyebrows.

The Great Cloud Sutra promotes the story of the empress dominating the world, providing Wu Zetian with religious legal basis for the rule of the world. In the past, it was extremely limited in number and could only be set up by eminent monks and great masters to preach, and it was not widely spread.

If all the officials had a copy of the Great Cloud Sutra, then there would be no one in the world who would oppose her becoming emperor in the future.

"Your Majesty, it's hard to cook without rice." Zhang Lin reminded tactfully that these dozens of Heart Sutra and Diamond Sutra cost him nearly 70,000 taels of silver and 20,000 Great Cloud Sutra. The remaining savings and rewards he had just received were not enough.

"Oh." Wu Zetian understood immediately after hearing this. She thought for a while and asked generously: "Is five thousand taels of silver ingots enough?"

"Enough, absolutely enough." Zhang Lin was overjoyed.

Most of the seventy or eighty taels of silver spent in the early stage were spent on copper plates and font molds. These font molds and font molds can be used multiple times, 20,000 copies were printed, and dozens of sets of copper plates and dozens of sets of font molds were added. The materials used were mainly paper and ink, and 5,000 taels of silver ingots should be enough.

The matter of "The Great Cloud Sutra" was implemented. Wu Zetian was in a good mood. He picked up the amber cup containing wine and gave Zhang Lin a cup. The two sat opposite each other and started drinking happily.

After reciting the "Qingxin Jue", the impulse in Wu Zetian's body became quite calm and his mood became quite calm. He had to brew for a while to restore his enthusiasm for that kind of thing. Fortunately, this matter did not come as soon as he wanted, but needed impulse, otherwise it would be boring.

Wine is a good thing, which can accelerate the impulse...
Chapter completed!