Li Xuan stood up confidently, and under the gaze of several people, he sorted out the gray monk's robe, and then chanted loudly: "The remaining seeds of Douyi Army have not been planted, and they have been buried in a thousand chariots. There is no choice in the sky to go to the bottom of the sky, so he went to the Buddhist school to rush to the long-term fasting."

After finishing the four sentences and seven words, I looked at the few people proudly.

Qian Delu twisted his beard with his hands and nodded slightly: "Well, it's not bad, it's not bad, it's not bad, it's not bad, it's not bad, it's not bad to be there."

Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji next to him also nodded and applauded.

Huo Yuanzhen watched coldly. This poem is OK, but it is definitely not considered a good sentence. Qian Delu’s comments are good, while Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji’s performance is a bit pretentious.

However, these two people are not completely unlimitedly praising each other, they are somewhat shameless.

This also made Huo Yuan feel a little relieved. As long as the poems he made were obviously much higher than those of Li Xuan, then I believe Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji would not be too partial.

After Li Xuan finished his poem, he felt good about himself and looked at Huo Yuanzhen provocatively.

It's no wonder that they are all from the world. There are a few people who can understand poetry. It's easier to use a knife than a pen. If it weren't for pleasing this scholar Zhao Wuji today, Li Xuan wouldn't be able to write poetry in a literary way. In his opinion, although Huo Yuanzhen, the young abbot, just gave Zhao Wuji a few words, he was too young after all, and it must have happened to be concealed. It's impossible to have any talent to learn.

Besides, there must be Buddhism in the limited poems. I thought of this poem early on, and Huo Yuanzhen's temporary poem is likely to be unable to do it.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at Li Xuan and did not comment on his poems, but said to the other three: "Three, then I will be ugly."

"Abbot, please."

Qian Delu signaled, while Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji nodded slightly.

Huo Yuanzhen stood up, left the wine table, and walked towards the apricot blossoms next to him.

Several people followed Huo Yuanzhen's figure, wanting to see what good sentences this young monk could make.

When he arrived at the apricot blossoms, Huo Yuanzhen turned around again and looked at the bright moon in the sky: "The moonlight is good tonight."

"Yes, the bright moon of apricot blossoms and bright moons, tasting wine and writing poems is a great joy in life." Qian Delu fits into one sentence.

Li Xuan looked at Huo Yuanzhen with a squinted eyes: "Abbot Yijie, don't delay it, it's better to write a poem quickly."

Huo Yuan was really clear about his thoughts, but he didn't want to have too much time to think about it, but Huo Yuanzhen had already realized his mind and smiled: "Master Li Xuan, becoming a monk is also cultivating his mind. If he is too anxious, it will go against Buddhist teachings and affect his state of mind."

"Hmph!" Li Xuan snorted: "I don't have to worry, I'm afraid that the person who is in a hurry is the abbot."

Chen Ding also said: "Abbot, it's very late, so let's start soon."

Huo Yuanzhen didn't answer, and took a few more steps, his eyes kept looking at the bright moon in the sky, and said, "The Zen heart is like the moon without dust."

As soon as this sentence came out, the scene was silent. Zhao Wuji originally picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink it, but his hand stopped in the air. He couldn't help but recite the sentence Huo Yuanzhen had just said.

After a while, Zhao Wuji put down his wine glass and couldn't help but clapped his hands hard: "Okay! That's great! Although the abbot's sentence does not mention Buddhism, Zhao has already experienced the artistic conception in it."

Qian Delu even picked up the cup and killed it in one sip: "A good poem, just by the abbot's sentence, life will be clear, and Qian wants to become a monk."

Chen Ding also nodded, but Li Xuan's face looked a little bad, and he said, "Abbot, a sentence is not considered a poem."

Huo Yuanzhen continued: "The Zen heart is like the moon without dust, the poetry is like the sky blue, the good sentences are full of beautiful flowers, the good writings are not decorated with rare treasures, the prosperity is washed away by the Six Dynasties, the four histories are duplicated with Yasong, the tea in half of the pillow is not ripe, the chanting is full of spring!"

Huo Yuanzhen finished his eight consecutive chantings in one go. After finishing his poem, he returned to his seat, picked up the teacup and sipped it slightly. The clouds and winds were light and the style of a generation of monks.

Zhao Wuji did not speak any further, but picked up the wine glass to signal Huo Yuanzhen, and then drank it all in one go.

After drinking, Zhao Wuji sighed: "What a chant, full of spring, Abbot, Zhao has learned about your passion and ambition. If you can return to secular life, you can get fame and fortune without any effort."

"The donor Zhao has praised me as a monk, and his fame and fortune are like me. Now I am also in order to have a place for the monks to come to the future, and to make a wish for the neighbors from all over the world, I have to come to ask the donor Zhao, otherwise I will not want to leave this."

It is obvious that he is developing a sect and fighting for hegemony in the martial arts world in the future, Huo Yuanzhen can also say that he is righteous and can't help but others don't believe it.

Sure enough, Zhao Wuji showed admiration on his face and raised his glass to drink with Huo Yuanzhen again.

Li Xuan's face was red on the other side, and finally he couldn't help but say to Zhao Wuji and others: "Who is better than my poems or his poems?"

Qian Delu glanced at Li Xuan and said coldly: "Master Li Xuan, this is probably not like it."

"What's wrong with it? Whoever has the best is whoever has the best, and what's wrong is bad."

"Master Li Xuan, if you insist on comparing, then Qian can only say that there is no comparison between stubborn stones and gold and jade. If you can only compare them, it can only mean that the person holding the stubborn stones has no eyes to recognize the gold-inlaid jade."

"You, what did you say! No, I don't believe what you said. Shopkeeper Zhao, you are a scholar, you say it."

Zhao Wuji looked at Li Xuan helplessly, "Master Li Xuan, the best poems by Abbot Yijie are the only ones who have seen in Zhao's life, so don't compare this."

Li Xuan finally gave up this time. He had been communicating with Zhao Wuji for a day under Chen Ding's recommendation. The two sides had a great time talking. After knowing that Huo Yuanzhen was here, he implicitly expressed his intention to hit the other party. Zhao Wuji also acquiesced, but he did not expect that after a game of poetry, the whole situation turned around.

Chen Ding stopped talking. Although he was willing to help Li Xuan, he was so good that he could not find the poem by Abbot Yijie.

Seeing this situation, Li Xuan gave up and sneered: "Okay, hum, isn't it just 30,000 taels of silver? As long as my senior brother takes action, it will definitely be effortless. You are unwilling to borrow it, others are willing to borrow it. If you don't keep me here, there will be a place to keep me. I'll say goodbye!"

After saying that, Li Xuan shook his sleeves and turned around and walked out.

Chen Ding opened his mouth and tried to keep him, but he didn't say anything after all.

Li Xuan came to the door and suddenly turned around and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot Yijie, build your Shaolin well and spend a lot of money. If Shaolin is destroyed one day, you will not be able to pay back the money from Manager Zhao."

"Amitabha, Abbot Li Xuan, this is not a problem for you. I should manage it properly. Even if I really get destroyed one day, it will be a disaster for me. But I don't think that one day I will do anything to my Shaolin. I should pass on him."

"Hmph! I don't know how to live or die."

Li Xuan didn't want to talk to Huo Yuanzhen anymore, so he left the money shop and was thinking about how to deal with Shaolin Temple in the future.

Huo Yuanzhen turned around and said to Zhao Wuji: "Master Zhao, you have heard Li Xuan's words too. If you are worried that you will not be able to recover this silver ration in the future, then I will give up my suggestion."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji stood up with eyebrows: "How could the abbot say such words? Although Zhao is a scholar, he has been well-read in poetry and books since childhood and is doing things right. Although they are from the world, Zhao is not afraid of them. Abbot, I don't think they dare to do anything to you. I agree to this 50,000 taels of silver loan!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled. He had long seen that Zhao Wuji was quite proud of a literary man. He was so excited that he was not afraid of anything.

So good, so good!

They were all people who were happy to do things. At that moment, Zhao Wuji called Huang Feihong and several people signed a loan note on the spot, Qian Delu was in the middle of the battle. Zhao Wuji lent Huo Yuanzhen 50,000 taels of silver for the construction of the temple. When Shaolin has any profit in the future, he will repay it.

The document was signed quickly, and Zhao Wuji took out 50,000 taels of silver bill and handed it to Huo Yuanzhen.

At this point, Huo Yuan really achieved his goal. With these 50,000 taels, the construction of Shaolin is no longer a problem. It is enough to renovate mountain roads, level the temples and build walls.

After reaching his goal, Huo Yuanzhen didn't stay for long and said goodbye to Zhao Wuji.

But it was getting late, so Zhao Wuji kept Huo Yuanzhen for a night. The next morning, he asked Huang Feihong to drive a carriage to take Huo Yuanzhen back to the mountain.

When he returned to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Huang Feihong was still a little reluctant and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, if I have time in the future, I will come to listen to you."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Yes, Feihong, you can not only come to listen to me, but you can also come to Shaolin to practice martial arts."

"Practice martial arts!" Huang Feihong's eyes lit up, but he said in confusion: "It seems that there are not many monks in Shaolin. Does anyone know how to do martial arts?"

Huo Yuanzhen looked around and saw a bluestone on the side of the road, about two large bowls that were as big as two big bowls, and moved them up, and then hit Huang Feihong's head-on in a surprised gaze!
Chapter completed!