Seeing the last couplet of Tang Caizi, everyone was waiting for the monk to give a second couplet.

To be honest, no one understands it.

Watching the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I remembering the fairy's face as jade as a jade.

These thirteen words are quite thought-provoking. It is just one sentence, but it is not smooth. It is two sentences, but it is another thirteen words. No matter how you look at it, you can't understand it.

Murong Qiuyu also clenched her fists tightly, and the time to decide her destiny was coming.

If Huo Yuan really wins, everything will be fine and everyone will be happy.

What if Huo Yuan really lost?

"No, he will definitely not lose."

Murong Qiuyu quietly encouraged Huo Yuanzhen in her heart, thinking that if you really lose, I would rather go to the mountains to spend my whole life with you than marry Hu Yan Aobo.

At this time, the little girl had already made up her mind to be slouch.

Being a slut is better than losing a lifetime of happiness.

Everyone's expressions were all in their eyes. Huo Yuanzhen had already figured it out. When he came to the desk, he picked up the pen and wrote a couplet.

Suddenly the talented man of Tang said, "Master, wait."

Huo Yuanzhen looked back at him: "I wonder what else does Donald Tang have to do?"

Tang Caizi stood up, walked to Huo Yuanzhen, and turned back and forth twice: "Master, I see that you are about to use your pen as quickly as you want, I'm afraid you already have the second couplet in your heart."

“This is natural.”

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen didn't want to hide anything, and directly admitted that he had already had the second couplet.

Tang Caizi's face was slightly unnatural, and it seemed that he had underestimated this monk.

After thinking about it, he continued, "Then Tang would like to remind the master, you are a monk, and when you just got the right, it was mostly related to the monk. This time, Tang hopes that you will not let Tang down."

After saying that, Tang Caizi sat back on his seat and looked at Huo Yuanzhen proudly.

As soon as he said this, it immediately aroused dissatisfaction among many people. What? Can you add restrictions on couplets? Do you have to take out couplets related to monks to be considered passing?

There are few people who write about monks, and it is very rare for this master to use Buddhist knowledge several times to make mistakes. Now, the talented man in Tang actually added another condition. What he did is really shameful.

Murong Qiuyu couldn't help but speak: "Master, don't worry about him. As long as you match it, even if you win, no one can say anything. You don't have to use Buddhist sentences."

"Don't worry, Miss Murong, since Donor Tang made this suggestion, how could I not satisfy him?"

After Huo Yuanzhen finished speaking, he used his pen to fly, and wrote the second couplet in a swish, and then handed it to Murong Qiuyu.

Murong Qiuyu looked at it and didn't see any tricks, but the word count should be right, so she picked it up and hung it on it.

Everyone raised their feet and stretched their necks to watch.

Someone read it out.

"In the ancient temple, the monks do not forget their feelings and nostalgia for the old days."

This man read intermittently and didn't understand what Huo Yuanzhen meant, but he still said, "This monk should be about the same."

"Why is it almost the same?" everyone asked in unison.

"The number of words is almost the same!" A look of contempt.

When the Tang Caizi saw Huo Yuanzhen's couplet, his face changed several times, but he still said with a firm heart: "Master seems to be a little interesting, but I wonder if the master understands whether Tang's first couplet is reconciled?"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "Don't Donor Tang himself know?"

"Of course I know, but if you don't know, Tang said it, wouldn't it reveal the secret of heaven?"

"Since the donor of Tang is determined to take the exam, I can only answer one or two reluctantly."

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen grabbed the big brush on the table, held it in his hand, and said to everyone below: "Please look, this couplet by Donor Tang is actually a repetitive poem, connected by three or four, and it looks like there are only thirteen words, but it can be broken into a seven-character poem. I will read it to you now."

Cleared his throat: "First sentence, donors, please look at the first seven words, enjoy the moon and watch the moon palace in Mid-Autumn Festival, then the last four words of the first sentence, and then follow the next sentence. When you recite the fourth sentence, follow the first three words. Do donors understand this meaning?"

"Understood!"

People answered this neatly, as if a group of elementary school students were in class.

"It's good to understand. Now I will recite it to you in full."

"Watch the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, look at the Moon Palace in the autumn, remember the fairy's appearance, remember the fairy's appearance in the palace, remember the fairy's appearance as jade, and admire the moon in the face as jade."

When everyone heard Huo Yuanzhen's explanation, everyone applauded. The monk said it so well, and it made everyone suddenly realize that the first couplet was a poem, with the beginning and end. No wonder there was no punctuation in the middle. If it weren't for the monk's words, people would definitely not understand its meaning.

Unfortunately, the poems of the talented man in Tang were explained by Huo Yuanzhen, and people completely ignored them. The person who wrote such poems was the leader of the four young talented man in Jiangnan over there.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "Thank you, Tang, reminds me that I am a monk, and the second couplet of my monk will naturally be related to the monk. Please read the second couplet."

"There are thirteen words for monks in the empty mountain in the ancient temple. I wonder which don't forget the past day. Below is it, which donor can explain it to me?"

There was a little girl immediately below and raised her hand. Huo Yuanzhen looked at the little girl who was eleven or twelve years old. She looked very smart and smiled and said, "Little donor, come and try it."

The little girl ran to Huo Yuanzhen and first gave Huo Yuanzhen a very polite look. Then, the big brush in Huo Yuanzhen's hand gestured on the couplet, and spoke in a little slight voice: "This second couplet should be read like this. The ancient temple is empty in the mountains, the monks are not forgetting their feelings, the monks do not forget their feelings, the monks do not forget their feelings, the ancient temple is empty in the days."

After saying that, the little girl handed the brush to Huo Yuanzhen, and then ran away with a blushing face.

Many people below couldn't help but applaud Huo Yuan again.

"Okay! The master is so right!"

"Great, what a monk, what a monk who never forgets love, we all like you!"

"Master, you are so handsome!"

I don’t know which woman screamed in the crowd, and the crowd burst into laughter.

Huo Yuanzhen also smiled and turned his head, then looked at Tang Caizi: "Donor Tang, don't know if the couplets I am right for are what you want?"

Tang Caizi's face was pale and speechless for a while.

I originally planned to make things difficult for this monk, but I didn't expect that this monk could still be so good. He also wrote the word "Men's Unforgettable Love" and won the favor of everyone.

And what I did before was undoubtedly like a clown.

No matter how thick the four young talents, he was embarrassed to stay here at this moment, so he clasped his fists at Huo Yuanzhen: "Master, great talent, Tang is willing to give up the disadvantage. I have no face to stay here today, say goodbye!"

After saying that, Tang Caizi immediately stood up and left without stopping.

As soon as he left, Zhu Caizi, Wen Caizi, Xu Caizi and others also left one after another.

"I wish you a donor, will your chicken eat rice maps and not take it back for souvenirs?"

Looking at the fat man Zhu Caizi, it was very important and couldn't help but make another joke.

"Hmph, what kind of chickens eat rice pictures? This talented man has never painted a chickens eat rice pictures."

After saying that, Zhu Caizi walked back, picked up the brush, drew a halo on the chick's head, and then said, "See, this is not a chick, this is a phoenix, the divine bird phoenix!"

After saying that, Zhu Caizi threw his pen and left angrily.

Someone below was unhappy: "This fat man, if you add a halo to the chicken's head, it's a phoenix. Then I said that if there is a circle behind the master's head, I would call him Buddha."

Huo Yuanzhen was still surprised. This plot was so familiar. The chicken had turned into a sacred bird, phoenix, but when he heard the people below talk, he almost laughed.

It’s not that I don’t have circles, but I can’t show you anything. If you see them, you will say that there is no bag on my head.

The four young talented man retreated, and Huo Yuanzhen looked at Hu Yan Aobo again, "Donor Hu Yan, I wonder if the bet we signed and put on the bet just now still counts?"

Hu Yan Aobo never expected such a result, but in full view of everyone, how dare he deny it? After a long time of twisting, he said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Is it a 500,000 tael line?"

Huo Yuanzhen, who was extremely tolerant on weekdays, did not hesitate at all this time: "It's not okay to lose one copper plate."

This money is exchanged for Murong Qiuyu's future, and it cannot be lost at all.

Hu Yan Aobo lost his wife and his army this time. He was tying in his arms with great pain. Unexpectedly, he actually took out a million taels of silver notes.

He originally planned to throw the money to the Murong family as a bride price after winning. After throwing it away, he took Murong Qiuyu away directly, but unexpectedly, the bride price was not treated as a bet and paid in directly.

He handed the one million taels of silver bill to Huo Yuanzhen in tears, and Hu Yan Aobo glared at Huo Yuanzhen fiercely.

"Monk, you'd better be careful, there's someone above me."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "I'm afraid that the people above Huyan donor will be unable to protect themselves now."

From the conversation I heard from Lingyin Temple, Huo Yuanzhen knew that the monk Wuxiang was also one of the behind-the-scenes drivers of this matter. However, the monk Wuxiang was chased by the old monk. Now he doesn’t know whether he is dead or alive, and he no longer has the energy to care about this matter.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled as Huo Yan Aobo left in a messy manner amid the cheers of everyone.

Picking up the one million taels left by Hu Yan Aobo, Huo Yuanzhen came to Murong Qiuyu.

At this time, Murong Qiuyu was already crying.

"Miss Murong, congratulations, you are free."

Murong Qiuyu raised her head with tears in her eyes. The monk in front of her seemed a little hazy, why can't she see clearly?

Happiness comes quietly, our autumn rain is not ready yet.

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