The King of Fortune

Chapter 237

The bright and clear moon is so radiant that it seems to illuminate the entire sky. The stars seem to be filtered and scattered in all directions. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see their shadows.

The evening wind was gentle, rustling the pine forest.

As for Biyou Palace, it was brightly lit and filled with mist, and a banquet was set up in a side hall.

Soon, Master Tongtian brought all the disciples into the hall, and everyone took their seats one by one. As the leader, Master Tongtian had a distinguished status, so he naturally sat on the main seat, followed by the four major disciples, the attendants of the Seven Immortals, and Jiu Yaoxing.

Because Han Rong was a guest, he was seated closer to the leader of the Tongtian Church, which made everyone envious. They had never had this kind of treatment.

Han Rong was really flattered. Master Tongtian not only gave him a dojo, but also arranged such a grand banquet. All the main figures of the sect were present. This kind of treatment, ordinary people can't enjoy it.

However, based on intuition, Han Rong felt that the ulterior motives of the leader of Tongtian Cult were not about drinking.

Sure enough, Master Tongtian gave Lingya a wink, and the latter understood, stood up directly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Han, I heard that it was Yu Yuan's birthday, fellow Daoist, with a few ingenious words, I will make a big splash today. Take advantage of this grand event today." , Fellow Daoist is also my distinguished guest, so you might as well do some poetry, so that I can see it later."

"That's right, just having wine, if there is no poetry, wouldn't it be boring."

Everyone echoed for a while. The Holy Mother of Jinling had heard that Han Rong's understanding of Dao was different from that of ordinary people. It is true that he is a clear stream in the practice world. She had wanted to see it for a long time, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Tao is a mystical and mysterious thing, covering everything in the world, the sun, the moon and the stars, and the understanding of Tao alone is undoubtedly limited. At this time, if you can hear more incisive words about righteous solutions, it will also help you in your own practice .

Duobao was a little depressed, there were so many gods and masters present, let Han Rong be a god as a poet, and the master thinks highly of him too much, this guy doesn't look like a learned person no matter what.

Ma Sui had been in touch with Han Rong for a while, and he admired his way of speaking, thinking that a mere poem would not trouble him.

Jiu Yaoxing has never met Han Rong, but he is very familiar with his name. They are all rough people, this kind of elegance is not suitable for them, but they admire people who are eloquent.

Han Rong got up and said: "Thanks to the praise of all the elders, I will show my shame."

Frankly speaking, Han Rong doesn't like to show off, because the tree attracts the public, but he can't hold back the warm invitation from the crowd, besides, the Lingya Fairy is obviously ordered by the leader of Tongtian, and he just got a dojo, so how can he refuse at this time.

As soon as the words fell, some people were delighted, some were surprised, and the face of the Master Tongtian was as usual. The rhythm of poetry is the embodiment of personal talent, and the rhythm of poetry in the mouth of the gods is the embodiment of realm.

"Sit and listen to the birds chirping and the flowing water, and watch the clouds roll and the clouds calm. Make friends with the thousand-year-old tree, and be with the floating clouds for thousands of years. Don't talk about fame and wealth, Mo Yan's royal power and wealth, it is not as precious as the clear water in the mountain spring."

Master Tongtian revealed a smile on his lips, and praised: "Young friend, this poem is wonderfully written, and there is a sense of immortality."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and others savored it carefully, and only felt that it contained the most important principles of Taoism, and there was a sense of loneliness in the happy world. This is not the normal state of practitioners, who take mountains and rivers as companions and trees as friends.

Duobao glanced at Han Rong in surprise, then lowered his head to taste the jade liquid.

Han Rong smiled and said, "The saint is absurd!"

Although this poem is plain and simple, it is not as good as the one written by Shen Gongbao, but it can be carefully chewed, and it coincides with the purpose of Taoism.Isn't the core idea of ​​Taoism just the inaction of nature.

Master Tongtian cast a glance at his disciples, and said: "On weekdays, our sect asks you to cultivate your mind, and you have read the Huang Ting Dao Sutra no less than a hundred times. Now you have written all of them, and people praise you. Who of you has poems in your belly? You can stand up and compose a song, and discuss it with your friends, and you will live up to this feast."

All the disciples were in a dilemma when they heard the words. They usually only remember hard work. Whoever has the time to study poetry and rhymes, even Taoist songs, took several years to come up with. Many people don't have Taoist songs yet.

Seeing the silence of the disciples, Master Tongtian felt a little uncomfortable on the face, and said in a deep voice: "Why, do you usually comprehend the Dao scriptures for nothing?"

The faces of all the disciples changed, when the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit stood up and said: "Master, calm down, I just happen to have a song in my stomach."

Master Tongtian's expression softened a little, and he said, "Since that's the case, you should do it in front of everyone, and let our sect listen to it."

"The disciple takes orders."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said slowly: "The golden liquid returns the elixir to the air flow, soaring high into the sky. The yellow and red things are formed in a moment, and they are different from male and female. They can be transformed into cooking, and they can enter and exit the same talisman."

"Okay, this law is very good."

All the disciples couldn't help applauding in unison. If Han Rong, a fairy, overwhelmed the rhythm of poetry, everyone would lose face.

Master Tongtian nodded and said, "Jin Ling, it seems that you have studied the Taoist scriptures before you can compose such poems. I am very pleased with you. I will write more poems in the future to set an example for my brothers."

"The disciple takes orders."

The Holy Mother of Jinling groaned secretly in her heart, she was not Han Rong, she just opened her mouth to come up with wonderful words and golden sentences, just this one, she had to search her brains for a long time before she came up with it, and if she came up with a few more, I was afraid she would lose her mind. Have no idea.

Master Tongtian said to Han Rong: "Little friend, how is this law?"

Han Rong praised: "The language of this law is refined and covers the essence of practice. It is indeed a masterpiece, and I admire it."

Master Tongtian said with a smile: "Little friend, you and Jin Ling have different poetic rhythms, but you are only a celestial being. Only in this point, you are far better than her. From the point of view of this religion, I'm afraid you still have poetic rhythms in your belly!"

Han Rong hurriedly said: "There is only this one, there will be no more."

I have it, but can I admit it at this time? I didn't see that the leader of Tongtian asked everyone to compose a poem just now, and all of them showed bitter expressions.If I continue to write poems, although I will establish a superior image in front of others, I am afraid that I will lose the face of being a teacher.

Lingya Fairy and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Tongtian didn't continue this topic either. After all, as a master, he knew exactly what kind of disciples he was, and he really let Han Rong continue to do it. He was afraid that he would have to end it himself in order to overwhelm Han Rong.

As a dignified saint, it is naturally inappropriate to do so.

"Little friend, this is the jade liquid that I have taught you to brew with fairy fruit. It tastes delicious. Try it, little friend."

Han Rong's expression moved, he took a sip, lifted his spirits, and praised: "It really is delicious in the world, and this is the first time I drink such a good wine."

Of course, this was not what Han Rong had in mind. The Jade Liquid from Jujiao was delicious, but it was not as good as the Jade Liquid that he drank in Phoenix Mountain. It seemed to be a problem with the formula.

Master Tongtian nodded and asked his disciples to entertain Han Rong, while he himself left the side hall.

(End of this chapter)