: The fragrance of heaven and the osmanthus falls

Huo Yuanzhen walked slowly and arrived at the gate of Lingyin Temple. (, watch the latest update of this book)

I and Murong Qiuyuxing traveled together at night and finally arrived in Hangzhou on the afternoon of May 4th.

Murong Qiuyu went home first, but he suggested that he go and take a walk first, and then he arrived at Lingyin Temple in West Lake.

Lingyin Temple in this world was during the founding period of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Monks from India came here and saw the beautiful mountain peaks here. They believed that there were immortals living in seclusion, so they were named Lingyin Temple.

Among them, the three main halls of Lingyin Temple, Feilai Peak, ** Cave, Lengquan Pavilion, etc. are all very famous landscapes.

Huo Yuanzhen came here, one is that this is a Buddhist temple, and it is just right for him to come and see it, which is in line with his identity. The other is that Murong Qiuyu once mentioned that there was a monk in Lingyin Temple who seemed to know about the residual blood demon picture.

I slowly arrived at the temple gate. At this time, it was already sunny and the mountains were falling. The fragrance in Lingyin Temple was swaying, and there was a small novice monk sweeping the floor at the temple gate.

What is inconsistent with the atmosphere of this Zen state is that there are several talented men from Jiangnan who are reciting poems and making noises in the distance of the temple gate and on the shore of West Lake.

"Brother Wen, you came so early today. The sun has not set yet."

The two talented men came later and greeted a talented man from the previous one.

"Brother Xu, it's not too late for you and Brother Zhu to come. Wen originally thought that you wouldn't get up until the lights are held today."

"Haha, Xu is fine. Brother Zhu has worked hard last night. On Qifeng Tower, Brother Zhu is very popular and becomes the guest of the little Fengxian. It is rare to get up today!"

"Rare! It's really rare!"

Xu Caizi and Wen Caizi both clapped their fans and praised them repeatedly.

The man surnamed Zhu was a fat man, and he waved his hand gently and said, "My knowledge is nothing, the key is Brother Tang. Brother Tang is called literary and elegant, and he is a role model for our scholars!"

"Yes, why haven't Brother Tang arrived today?"

Zhu Caizi said: "Maybe he has gone to Huyan's family. Huyan Aobo invited the four of us to the Murong family tomorrow to chant poems with the Murong family. It is necessary to let the scholarly family be ruined. Brother Tang, as the main force of the four of us, naturally, must communicate with the Huyan family first."

"The head of Huyan's family is really a big deal. The Murong family, what is there to worry about? We need the four of us to work together. How can we kill a chicken? How can we use the knives to kill a cattle?"

"Brother Wen should not be careless. There are still a few scholars in the Murong family. Although they are not as proficient as me, it may take some trouble to make them speechless."

Wen Caizi said: "It's better not to mention the scholars of the Murong family. If Wen sees it, Murong Qiuyu is still slightly worthy of attention. The rest of the people, not Wen, are not arrogant, and they are insignificant.\\.com first release\\"

"Brother Wen is a little insincere about this. If Murong Qiuyu comes back, I'm afraid your soul will be lost after a glance. How can I show it to learn?"

"Brother Xu is right. If Murong Qiuyu comes in person, we may have to give a discount on our talents. However, it is said that Murong Qiuyu will really come back in the past two days."

"It's also a discount for her. If she knows the appearance, it's natural to say. If she doesn't know the appearance, let this beautiful girl see how powerful we brothers are!"

"Hahahaha!" Several talented men said and laughed unscrupulously, and they laughed very arrogantly, as if no one was around.

Huo Yuanzhen heard it from afar, and was displeased, so he slowly walked towards those talented men.

Those people didn't care about Huo Yuanzhen, thinking that they were monks in Lingyin Temple, and began to recite poems to the West Lake.

After giving in to each other a few moments, Zhu Caizi suggested: "We have done this poem about West Lake, but there are eight hundred. It is better to change it today. Let's talk about how this Lingyin Temple?"

"Very wonderful, very wonderful!"

"Then please start with Brother Zhu."

Zhu Caizi faced Lingyin Temple, shook the fan, thought for a while, and said, "I have it, please listen to it, brothers."

"Lingshan is originally quiet, with a spring in it. When Lingshan peaks fly, this water will be different."

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Wen Caizi and Xu Caizi both applauded: "Brother Zhu Gaocai, originally said Lingyin, and Lengquan, there is Feilai Peak in the middle, which is really refreshing and extraordinary!"

"Where is it! I'm so ugly."

Zhu Caizi was modest, but his fat face was happy and shiny. It seemed that the food was good at night.

"Brother Wen, please."

Wen Caizi also took two steps forward: "The shadows of the mountains are countless, and the sky is so exquisite that it is hard to distinguish between ice and water. Could it be that there are cold insects?"

"It's amazing!"

The other two people's flattery followed: "Brother Wen's sentence has portrayed the cold spring in a deep way, making both of us want to see if there are really cold insects in this cold spring."

After the two of them finished their performance, the Xu Caizi also took two steps and said softly: "The battle between Jingluo is constantly, and here is empty, only the shore of West Lake, the three of them leave their names!"

"Haha! Brother Xu's clever plan was to tell the war in Luoyang, Chang'an, and then to the bank of West Lake. The three talented men recite poems and write poems. This will definitely be a story for the ages in the future! I just wonder if Brother Tang thought that there was nothing else among the three people after hearing this, would he get angry?"

Huo Yuanzhen couldn't help it around. The three talented men had a little thicker face. They even showed off their literary talent, and they were also talking big in a serious way, as if there was no one in the world who could surpass them.

Moreover, during the conversation, a message was revealed that they planned to go to Murong Qiuyu's house tomorrow and defeat the Murong family with literature.

The master of all this is naturally the enemy of the Murong family, Hu Yan Aobo.

Since that's the case, I will meet them sooner or later, so I might as well meet them for a while so that they will not be so arrogant after they arrive at Murong's family tomorrow.

Since he slowly came to his side, Huo Yuanzhen bowed: "Amitabha, several donors, I am polite."

Zhu Caizi seemed to be the leader of these three people. He looked up and down at Huo Yuanzhen: "Are you a monk from Lingyin Temple? Is there anything wrong?"

"I am not a monk who passes by Lingyin Temple. I am just passing by here and I hear several donors chanting poems. I just happen to like this, so I come over and listen."

"Haha! It turns out that some monks like poetry, that's fine. The three of us are idle clouds and wild cranes, who regard fame and fortune as clouds. You can't meet us on weekdays. Since we meet, let you learn a few things. I believe you can also understand some Zen and Buddhist principles from it, which will also be helpful for your future practice."

The other two also looked unfathomable, looking down at Huo Yuanzhen with a look of looking down.

"Since that's the case, I'll thank you for the donors. However, just now, the poor monk heard the poems and felt that it was not enough to express the artistic conception of this place, and he was inferior."

The faces of several people changed, and Zhu Caizi even snorted coldly: "Monk, reading a lot of Buddhist scriptures does not mean that your poetry is good. Do you know what the identities of the people we are, and they dare to belittle our poetry!"

Wen Caizi also said: "It's simply ridiculous and ridiculous."

Xu Caizi even said, "You are so arrogant, monk, can you read?"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "I just talked about poetry with a few donors. I have high skills and low skills. Just try it."

Zhu Caizi opened the white paper fan with a "slam" and shook it a few times: "Since that's the case, let's talk about how to do the poems in Lingyin Temple?"

The other two also cooperated and opened the fan while staring at Huo Yuanzhen one by one.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, "I am just a temporary idea. Don't laugh at me, three of you."

Several people didn't say anything, just waiting for Huo Yuanzhen to finish speaking. As long as there was anything wrong or inappropriate, they would definitely make a joke.

Huo Yuanzhen walked back and forth for a few steps, looked up at the gate of Lingyin Temple, and finally spoke: "One mountain gate is made of two mountain gates. Two temples are divided from one temple. The water flows in the east stream and the water flows in the west stream. The clouds in the south mountain rise and the clouds in the north mountain. The flowers on the front desk are seen in the back desk. The bells in the upper realm are heard in the lower realm. I think of the place where my teacher walks, the fragrance of the sky falls and the osmanthus leaves."

After the voice was finished, I looked back at those talented men.

The few people were stunned for a moment, and they thought that this monk had a very good poem, but their task was to find fault, so they would not praise him. They racked their brains to meditate and think about where the flaws of this poem were.

I thought about it for almost a stick of incense, and several people didn't think of anything bad. During the embarrassment, someone suddenly said in the distance: "Three brothers, why are you still here?"

Since his eyes lit up immediately, he greeted, "Brother Tang, come here, here, come quickly, we are in trouble."

The talented man, who was called Brother Tang, walked slowly in white clothes. In terms of appearance, he was much better than these three people.

"Three, we are all scholars. If we don't fight with others, we will naturally not beat us. How can we say that we have any difficulties?"

Xu Caizi hurriedly said, "Brother Tang, you don't know that this monk is arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, boasted..."

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu."

Tang Caizi hurriedly interrupted him: "When you see you recite poems and write them correctly on weekdays, you don't have such rich vocabulary. How can you belittle people today? Instead, you speak sharply and endlessly?"

Xu Caizi took a breath: "It's not because Xu's words are sharp. This monk is too angry. He is worthless in derogatory poems. He also wrote another poem to attack us. We have been looking for the flaws in his poetry for a long time. It's really... very embarrassing, very embarrassing!"

"Oh, are there any poems that have been searching for a long time without success?"

Zhu Caizi recited the poem that Huo Yuanzhen had just recited. When the Tang Caizi heard it, his eyes immediately lit up.

But instead of asking Huo Yuanzhen directly, he spoke: "The woman walked on the Great Bridge and opened her mouth and rushed up to her head."

When the other monks heard what Tang Caizi said, they were a little confused. What was this Tang Caizi going to do? Is this poem or a couplet?

ps: The second update is here. Do you know what Tang Caizi said in the end? This is not very difficult, please answer enthusiastically.

Thanks to Piaohong (Maximum in Wuwu) for being the mighty leader!
Chapter completed!