The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze is gentle, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere in the courtyard.

A few side dishes for drinking, combined with a pot of aged daughter, can drink a few cups in this environment, which is a great enjoyment in life.

In addition to wine, there is also a pot of tea, which was specially prepared for Monk Lixuan and Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen pinched his nose and ate some peanuts and other things, drank two cups of tea, and forced himself to look at the meat.

At this time, Manager Zhao stood up.

The shopkeeper Zhao Wuji is famous for his reputation as a scholar, but he does have some talent, and it is a great regret in his life that he failed to get a fame and fortune.

"Everyone, everyone is a talented person. Today, we will have a little discussion with Mr. Zhao. Each of them writes a poem to help the wine be prosperous. I wonder what everyone thinks?"

Monk Li Xuan shouted loudly, but said, "It is of course good to write poems to cheer up, but everything should have a bright future, otherwise it would be fine if you don't write this poem."

Chen Ding, the hero of the Iron Fan Fairy, asked, "I wonder what Master Li Xuan is talking about?"

"As for the lottery, of course, I have to care about something. I suggest that if I write a poem and get recognized by you, I will ask Manager Zhao to solve the loan problem of 30,000 taels of silver that I have proposed as soon as possible. I wonder if it is possible?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and nodded, "As long as Master Li Xuan's poems pass, and there is a suitable guarantee, borrowing is not a problem."

Huo Yuanzhen watched coldly, knowing that these people had probably discussed the lending issue, so he should have deliberately done it for himself at this time.

Chen Ding laughed: "Then the lottery is the same as the one below, 25,000 taels, manager Zhao will consider it."

Zhao Wuji nodded, then looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "I don't know what Abbot Yijie is going to come?"

Huo Yuanzhen called the Buddha's name: "I think so too. If my monk's poems are still worthy of hearing, please ask Manager Zhao to solve the problem of 50,000 taels of silver for me."

"That depends on whether the abbot has the ability."

Zhao Wuji looked at Huo Yuanzhen with a little contemptuous look. After all, Huo Yuanzhen's age is really not convincing.

"But what if you lose?" Zhao Wuji asked another question.

Chen Ding thought for a while: "If the poems I have not done well, I will punish myself for one pound of wine."

Zhao Wuji laughed and said, "This is inappropriate. If Master Li Xuan and Abbot Yijie were talking about it. After all, they are monks. If they don't drink, they will punish you with alcohol. It's not a good thing for you to punish alcohol."

After hearing Zhao Wuji say this, Qian Delu's face changed. After all, Huo Yuan is really a guest he brought. If he is punished here and breaks the Buddhist precepts, it will be difficult for him to do it.

Just as he was about to speak, Li Xuan suddenly said, "According to Manager Zhao's words, if I lose, I will punish me to eat meat."

At this time, Huo Yuan had already understood that these people were deliberately planning to humiliate themselves. As long as they agreed with the proposal, they would be punished to drink and eat meat in a while.

After all, monks cannot eat vegetarian food and alcohol. In their opinion, if they lose, they will probably leave on the spot. They would rather not borrow money than drink alcohol and eat meat.

But Huo Yuanzhen laughed in his heart, only you rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs also wanted to frame me. Not to mention that I can’t lose, even if I really lose, I’m not afraid of the punishment of drinking and eating meat. After coming to this world for so long, the birds are almost fading out of my mouth, and I just took this opportunity to justify my cravings.

Even if it is spread, outsiders will only say that they are willing to be humiliated for the development of the temple, which is also a good reputation.

But Huo Yuanzhen can only think about it. He really can't lose in this occasion today.

Huo Yuanzhen also nodded and said, "Since Master Li Xuan is so brave, I cannot be content with others. Well, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart sits in his heart. If the poor monk loses, I believe the Buddha will understand my monk's painstaking efforts."

The other people's faces changed. Unexpectedly, Huo Yuanzhen also had such courage. This was different from an ordinary monk. If it were an ordinary monk, he would be furious when he heard this condition.

The lottery was finalized one by one. Qian Delu would not participate in the competition poems. As a judge, his identity should still be fair.

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As the person who proposed, Zhao Wuji stood up first.

Holding the wine pot in his hand, Zhao Wuji took a square step and came to an apricot tree.

After savoring a sip of wine, Zhao Wuji slowly spoke: "The morning is cold outside the green willow smoke, the spring on the red apricot branches is coming, the longing of longing and joyful entertainment is little, and I am willing to love a thousand gold and smile lightly."

"Okay, it's really good!".

Chen Ding cheered loudly next to him.

Monk Li Xuan also nodded frequently on the other side: "Shopkeeper Zhao's poems are really nothing to say. The spring is coming from the branches of red apricots. The breath of spring is strong, which is refreshing!"

Qian Delu couldn't help but applaud. Indeed, Zhao Wuji's poems are still very skillful.

Only Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said nothing, thinking that it was too coincidental. This poem seemed to be similar to the one I knew in my previous life. If it were to be different, it was better than the one I knew in my previous life, and it was just right for me to use it.

When Zhao Wuji heard everyone's applause, he was very proud. When he was full of confidence, he saw Huo Yuanzhen smiling and silent. He felt a little unhappy and said coldly: "The abbot refused to speak, I guess the poems he was reading were not as good as the abbot's ears."

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand: "This is a bad statement. Zhao Shuzhu's poems are fresh and unique, indeed not vulgar, but they are slightly flawed, but they are not serious. If the flaws do not cover up the jade, they are also considered good sentences."

"oh!".

Zhao Wuji immediately became interested, returned to his seat and sat down, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Then please give me some advice. I wonder if there are any flaws in the following poem?"

Zhao Wuji has been brewing this poem for a long time, just waiting to show it out today. He thinks he is flawless. Now Huo Yuanzhen says there are flaws, so he is naturally not convinced. Although he asks for advice, he has made up his mind that as long as Huo Yuanzhen can't say something or what is wrong, he will definitely laugh at him.

Chen Ding and Li Xuan also looked at Huo Yuanzhen, ready to see Huo Yuanzhen joke.

Huo Yuan was really not anxious, so he slowly tasted a sip of the tea. He took a lot of posture and slow movements, which made the old people unable to calm down and unable to resist his temperament and said: "Master Zhao, the spring on the red apricot branches is here, I don't know if I can change it."

"How to change it? It's spring now, and the red apricot flowers bloom. Is there any difference in this sentence?"

Before Zhao Wuji could speak, Li Xuan was already the first to jump out. His peers were enemies. The two temples were in Shaoshi Mountain and they ran here to borrow money together. Naturally, he really disliked Huo Yuan.

"It's also simple. I think it's better to change it to a red apricot branch with spring turmoil."

"The spring is stirring on the branches of red apricots!".

A few people savored it in a moment.

Soon, Zhao Wuji's face showed a look of embarrassment, and there was a hint of excitement in his embarrassment.

Qian Delu said the first thing over there: "Okay! Great! Abbot, you have changed just one word, and the realm of the whole poem has been improved by more than one level! The spring is so fury! Extreme! The realm of this word is so fury, and this poem will become a great sentence for the ages in the future!"

Chen Ding finally couldn't help but exclaim: "Indeed, the change of this word does indeed have the finishing touch. I admire the abbot of the first verdict."

Both of them spoke one after another, and Zhao Wuji also spoke: "Thank you for your advice, Zhao has received the teaching."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji raised a glass of wine and signaled Huo Yuanzhen to drink it all, expressing his gratitude.

Only Li Xuan was a little dissatisfied, but Huo Yuan’s real changes were indeed wonderful, so he couldn’t say much, so he could only say so sourly: “Changing a word is not a great skill. Only by being able to make complete poems is truly talented.”

After saying that, Li Xuan looked at Chen Ding: "Chen Daxia, it's your turn."

Unexpectedly, Chen Ding waved his hand: "Forget it, I originally had a sentence, but Manager Zhao's poems are excellent, and coupled with the changes of the abbot, it has become a good sentence, and I admit defeat."

Li Xuan didn't expect Chen Ding to admit defeat directly. He was unhappy, but he had no choice but to stand up and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot Yijie, Chen Daxia has hidden his weaknesses, and we are the only ones left. Should you come first or I come first?"

"Please, Master Lixuan."

"Okay, we are monks. Although we can also verses in the world, they do not conform to our identity after all. I suggest that our poems should be related to Buddhism. I wonder what the abbot thought?"

"Should be like this."

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen agreeing, Li Xuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing Huo Yuanzhen modifying Zhao Wuji's poems before, he seemed to be quite skillful, and he was really unsure. He added a restriction like this. I believe Huo Yuanzhen would not have come up with any good poems in a short time, and this time his chances of winning have increased greatly.
Chapter completed!