In China, since ancient times, people have been spreading poems and names by writing. It is possible that a wonderful article or a good quatrain may make the place names or names covered in the poems and essays spread throughout the ages and are well-known.

The poem written by Guo Dalu today can be regarded as a masterpiece of history. When talking about the source of this poem in the future, we must mention Dajue Temple. It can be said that as long as this poem is spread, it will be difficult for Dajue Temple to become famous.

So Li Jiusan said that Dajue Temple is such a great blessing.

When a building is given a literary spirit, the attraction will automatically have a cultural heritage and is the best advertisement, and the advertisement has been passed down for thousands of years and its effect remains unabated.

Just like Yueyang Tower, because of Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower Notes", everyone in China knows that there is such a scenic spot in China. So when migrants and poets pass by this place, they will feel nostalgic from their hearts and remember their ancestors. When tourists arrive in such places, they no longer just appreciate the scenery, but more of a subtle mentality of wanting to have spiritual dialogue with the ancients for thousands of years.

It is more about feeling culture than just looking at the scenery.

Today, Guo Dalu wrote this poem. It is conceivable that many people will definitely come to visit because of this poem in the future.

Monk Sha Hai was arrogant and had a very clever appreciation of poetry. When he stopped playing the piano and saw the poem written by Guo Dalu, the old monk was immediately excited.

This old monk likes to taste tea, play piano and play Go. People with such elegant aura will naturally have more or less knowledge about calligraphy and painting.

Yuhang is a place of cultural heritage. There are still many calligraphy and painting enthusiasts today, and some are even sought after as calligraphy masters, with a word of money.

But in Sha Hai's view, the characters of these people are barely formed, and it is okay to call them "character". If they are called "calligraphy", it would be a bit sorry for the two words "calligraphy".

As a monk, Sha Hai has few mundane things and is old. He has practiced calligraphy for decades and has already gained a lot of skills. Because he is unhappy with these calligraphers, he has written a few words and spread them out, and is also called a master of calligraphy.

But now seeing these lines of words written by Guo Dalu, Sha Hai, the master of calligraphy, suddenly felt extremely ashamed, and deeply felt that his words were worse than those of Guo Dalu.

This poem is good and the words are wonderful, so that's amazing.

Moreover, others only saw the wonderfulness of this poem, but Sha Hai cared more about Guo Dalu's current identity in the martial arts world.

There is no one in the martial arts master in a century, but today he actually wrote poems and inscriptions in Dajue Temple. What an influential thing is this?

The master's writing can already be regarded as a beautiful story, and if the poems written are still famous works of eternal ages and the calligraphy also has the spirit of a master, it would be even more important.

"Oh, what a poem, what a good word!"

Monk Sha Hai's white eyebrows shook and bowed to Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, with your poem, it is enough to spread my poem to Dajue Temple throughout the ages. I wonder if this poem can be stored here? I will definitely ask a skilled craftsman to carve this poem out for people to appreciate."

Li Jiusan smiled and said, "Master is greedy! This poem is a good sentence I got by myself, how can I give it to you? This poem can be left for you, but I had to take it away!"

He called his secretary, "Xiao Qi, save this poem for me and frame it after returning to Beijing."

Sha Hai said anxiously: "At least let the old monk take this poem down!"

Although he is old and a monk, he is not behind the times at all. He has mobile phones, cameras, etc. He took out his cell phone and took several photos of this poem, and then he reluctantly gave up.

In the thunderstorm next to him, Xi Longgu and the other two took out their phones to take pictures. The Qin Warriors were also very moved. They just thought that they had a little bit of a festival with Guo Dalu, so they couldn't stand there and took photos. They were quite hesitant to stand there.

While he was hesitating, Secretary Xiao Qi had already put the rice paper away and put it outside the yard to dry. The Qin Warriors suddenly felt very regretful.

"Come on, please try the tea made by the old monk!"

Although Sha Hai was extremely happy to have failed to get the original trace of Guo Dalu's poem, he immediately invited several people to have tea together. "My Longjing tea was fried by the old monk himself, and it can barely be heard. Mr. Guo, Minister Li, and two donors, please!"

Guo Dalu had been to Dajue Temple several times before and drank tea several times in Shahai several times, but he couldn't drink anything good at that time. He was completely frivolous. But now after getting the memory of another world, he came to drink tea again and finally got the best of it.

The rest of the people can be regarded as elegant people and have some understanding of the tea ceremony. This time I enjoyed the tea tasting.

When a few people walked out of the Zen room and went to the backyard to enjoy the flowers, Guo Dalu Shahai said: "This tea is good. Bring me a few pounds and I will take it away when I turn around."

Sha Hai's hands shivered, "I only fryed less than ten kilograms in total, and now I have distributed a lot of them. I'm afraid there are a few kilograms left, but one or two kilograms can barely be collected."

"Then you have as many packs as you like!"

Guo Dalu glared at him, "Just based on the poem I just now, even a few hundred kilograms of tea leaves are still sold at a low price!"

Sha Hai nodded and said, "Amitabha, yes, yes, Mr. Guo said!"

The Dajue Temple Temple is very large, with chrysanthemums planted in the backyard, yellow and white, competing for beauty, and extremely beautiful. There are osmanthus trees in the distance, and the wind blows and flowers fall, making it look like a scene outside the world.

Li Jiusan was refreshed and walked slowly along the pebble path with his hands behind his back. "Big Road, you are already a contemporary poet. The poem just now was really good. Now let's use the chrysanthemum as the title. How about each person writing a poem? Let's also do a small literary meeting."

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "Forget it, I don't want to bully you!"

Li Jiusan laughed: "You little brat, do you really think you will win? Everyone at the scene, except me, is all well-educated, and the ink in your stomach is not less than you! Don't be too arrogant!"

While chatting and laughing, several people arrived at an octagonal pavilion. Li Jiusan smiled and said, "Come on, Teacher Lei, Teacher Qin, Miss Xi, let's write a poem to cheer up. Let me talk first. This is just a fun between friends. Don't take it seriously, just treat it as a fun."

While they were visiting, there were two little novice monks following behind, one holding a pen and ink and the other holding rice paper.

Li Jiusan took the paper and pen from the young monk, wrote a small poem, and then put down the brush, "Come on, come on, everyone will write a few poems and have fun!"

Several people at the scene didn't care much about Li Jiusan's identity, and didn't hesitate to see him invite him. They each took a pen and wrote a few poems. Although they could not be called exquisite, they could be considered neat.

They all wrote it, but Guo Dalu didn't.

Li Jiusan was a little unhappy, "Dalu, what's going on? Everyone has written it, why don't you write it?"

Guo Dalu looked embarrassed, "What I want to write is a famous quote from all ages. It's all cheaper than Monk Sha!"

Shahai said: "Amitabha, I am Shahai, not Shahai."

Guo Daluo said: "Is there any difference? The name is just a code name, why bother with it? Lao Sha, your Buddha nature is not good, you pay too much attention to form!"

Sha Hai said with a slight eyebrows and his eyes drooping: "Mr. Guo taught me a lesson!"

Li Jiusan laughed and scolded: "Okay, don't pretend to behave, come and write a few poems for the situation. Today we are talking about the wind and moon, so don't keep it away!"

Guo Dalu was helpless, "Okay, okay, I'll write, I'll write, Oh, it's a bargain!"

When everyone saw him picking up his pen and writing, they all surrounded him. Several pairs of eyes stared at Guo Dalu's pen tip, thinking, "No matter how the poem is written, this word is really good. This time, you must grab this word no matter what you say."

Even the Qin Warriors were eyeing each other and were thinking about it.

I saw Guo Dalu’s pen tip gently sliding on rice paper, and several beautiful fonts like notes flowed out of the pen tip, which really made it flowing and extremely smooth.

After writing a few lines of words, I looked at it intently and found that it was another poem:

Human beings are sad and lonely when they meet autumn,

I say autumn is better than spring.

A crane lined up on the clouds in the clear sky,

It brings poetry to the blue sky!

After watching for a long time, Li Jiusan and others looked at each other, and a strange look appeared on their faces. Lei Yu sighed: "Dalu, this time the first prize in the Golden Tripod Award poetry category is indeed you!"

Everyone nodded together, "If you don't win the first prize, you will really be angry and resentful!"
Chapter completed!