At the grand ceremony, Ningxia achieved Buddhism, but it suppressed Buddhism, especially the people of Huangyuan Temple, which sold cause and effect on a large scale, rooted in superstition, sold fate, and made money by making a lot of money.

On this side, Yuan Chang and others came with a large frame of gold and silver, as if they were reflecting Ningxia's criticism.

Isn’t it embarrassing to see everyone?

"My masters and wise men, today is a grand ceremony for the Dharma, I would like to offer a Buddhist poem."

A young man in white whispered: "Remembering the past, the seven treasure platform of thousands of flowers, one flower, one leaf, one Tathagata. I don't know that the flowers are idle in the Buddha recently, but it's like the thunder that year."

As soon as the young master in white finished speaking, someone said, "I'll have a song, and a thousand-foot silk moon droops straight down, and a wave moves and thousands of waves follow. Unfortunately, the person who picks the flowers will not see you, so I will give you a message to You Feng for a while."

“…………”

How could you, the handsome young men and noble men, know what happened before they arrived?

Everyone is afraid of falling behind and is eager to show their talents.

After all, they took a lot of effort to break through the Leaf Picking Flower Formation and get here.

Even if there is a poet in Ningxia, he cannot write all the poems in the world. Moreover, Buddhist poetry emphasizes Buddha nature, and it may not be that if the poetry is of high talent, he can write well.

Everyone fell out the good goods that had been prepared for many days.

But I didn't know that these poems with good looks were revealed, and the atmosphere in the scene became even more strange.

"It's so pitiful and ridiculous. After Ningxia's amazing talent, these people have made these things, just like clowns. Looking at each handsome man, everyone is abominable face compared to Ningxia."

The one who spoke was the young man in gorgeous clothes around Mrs. Guoguo.

Lady Guo was amused and chuckled, and her charming charm bloomed like a gentle spring breeze.

Ningxia was upset and said silently: "Whoever you love has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me..."

All the young and handsome men and noble men found that the atmosphere was wrong. The gorgeous poems they carefully prepared did not cause any ripples, and the atmosphere in the field was so strange.

In an instant, someone began to send a message to ask their respective palace chiefs and elders.

Soon, I learned what happened.

In an instant, all the handsome young men and noble men felt embarrassed and became a joke.

It's like holding a fork installation conference. Someone is so capable of installing, and one person has installed all the forks.

The later generations were ignorant and still followed the steps and could only pretend to be second-hand forks, and there was nothing else except becoming a laughing stock.

For a moment, countless jealous eyes shot straight into Ningxia.

If there is a narrow-minded person, he even transmits voice messages everywhere, so he wants to make Ningxia look good.

Everyone was talking in private, but none of them dared to stand up.

It’s really too difficult to deal with Ningxia. It’s not good to compete in literature, and it seems that it can’t be done with martial arts.

When you meet such a person, you have no other way than to endure it.

Just as the scene was full of embarrassment, a middle-aged man in the python robe said loudly: "Master Zhihai, what I saw at the grand event today is worth this trip for someone else.

However, it is too joking to compare poetry and other things. Compared with cultivation, one will inevitably lose the original decentness of the Grand Dharma Festival.

Let me see that the couplets outside the Great Buddha Temple are empty, so it is better to write a couplet to fill it with the heroes. If there is no one who agrees, the greats and nobles in the venue can also bring about their leisure and excitement to increase their elegance."

The speaker is an important member of the center. This time, the number of people who are present is the highest.

Since he had spoken, Monk Zhihai could not help but give him face.

What's more, just using couplets to determine the outcome, Monk Zhihai does not think that the common sayings of ordinary people are worthy of hanging in front of this great Buddha temple.

"You are a senior, you can fill couplets for the Great Buddha Temple, of course, it is a very elegant event. But the essence of couplets still does not come from the context of poetry and prose. There has never been an absolute standard for judging the quality of poetry and prose. Moreover, this couplet was written for the Great Buddha Temple, so I was afraid that some people would make some beautiful words but not in line with Buddhist affairs and would be considered the best. Therefore, it is better to ask for a Buddha's heart stone to face the sound of the moment."

"Brother Wang's words are extremely wonderful. Since they are writing couplets, they must naturally conform to the temperament of the Great Buddha Temple."

"Not the Buddha's heart stone, there is no way to attain justice."

"Master Zhihai, don't think that the couplets of children are not worthy of falling in front of this Great Buddha Temple, right?"

“…………”

The public is full of discussions, but the core requirements tend to be unified.

"The limelight in Ningxia is too high. People clearly want to slander his majesty. If the poems and essays are not enough, it is enough for couplets to get together."

The young man in gorgeous clothes next to Mrs. Guoguo laughed in a low voice.

Lady Guo smiled and said, "I don't know if the young master thinks that everyone's discussion will succeed?"

The young man in China said: "Of course the proposal can be achieved. After all, so many adults have expressed their opinions. As the host of Huangyuan Temple, naturally, cannot refute everyone's face.

But even if the proposal is successful, I am afraid that they will not be able to stop Ningxia and will make a big joke."

When Lady Guo heard this, she felt so soft that Diwoo smiled slightly, "Why is the young master so optimistic about Ningxia?"

The young man in the gorgeous clothes smiled but said nothing.

As expected, Monk Zhihai and Zhiming and Zhiqing discussed for a while and decided to agree to the public opinion.

Soon, a jade-like Buddha heart stone was taken out and placed in front of the gate of the Great Buddha Temple.

Monk Zhihai said: "This Buddha Heart Stone is originally a skull of a green dragon. It was tempered by many great monks from Huangyuan Temple for countless years, and finally achieved this Buddha Heart Stone.

This Buddha's heart stone is the most Buddha-like nature. You can choose the couplets of your books. If any couplet you wrote is selected, it can be hung in front of my Great Buddha Temple forever.

Therefore, I am not only the young talents in the field, but also the talented. Dear masters, the palace master can also show their skills.”

After the monk Zhihai finished speaking, Yuan Jia sent a message: "What's wrong with Uncle Master today? I feel that his spirit is not good. Besides, isn't the Longfa Festival a stage for these young donors? How could Uncle Master let those elder donors show off their talents?"

Yuan Bin and Yuan were able to transmit messages, knowing what happened here before they came. At this moment, Yuan Jia asked, Yuan Bin sent messages: "The surname Ning is so evil. Uncle Master is afraid that even if he writes couplets, these young talents will not be able to suppress Ningxia's edge. In this way, I hope that those adults will also take action and gather all the talents so that they can be foolproof."

Yuan Jia frowned, "Senior Brother, if you are determined to suppress Ningxia, what is the demeanor of my Huangyuan Temple? It is better to be upright. Even if Ningxia wins, it will be more impressive to my Huangyuan Temple."

Yuan Bin was stunned, Yuan Chang changed color, "Don't talk nonsense. If Master Zhihai hears it, you will be able to live in Yuan Jia's quiet room."

Yuan Bin pulled Yuan Jia's corner of the clothes, and Yuan Jia finally stopped talking.

In the field, the well-cut gold-drawn Buddha papers have been laid on the ground, and hundreds of brushes have been prepared.
Chapter completed!