In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 42 Why is the number one scholar here?

"Master, we picked up the dog on the road, not a thief."

Xu Ye took a step forward, blocking the old monk and Lin Buyu.

"Uncle Huizhuo, why did you come to the scripture hall, come back with me, there is something important here today."

Before the old monk could speak, Zhi Heng, who had been studying the law at the entrance of the Heavenly King Hall, suddenly walked quickly to the scripture hall, and stood between Xu Ye and the old monk.

"Hui Zhuo? So you are the Master Hui Zhuo who took care of this wild dog."

Lin Buyu, who was originally angry, immediately disappeared after hearing that the monk was Hui Zhuo.

"The pure place of Buddhism has been turned into a miasma by this Huineng. This old man will see how he will face the Buddha in the future!"

As if Hui Zhuo didn't hear Lin Buyu's words, he hugged the little flower dog and turned away cursing.

"Let the two of you laugh, Mr. Huizhuo is a bit weird, but he's not a bad person."

At this time, monk Zhiheng explained something to Xu Ye and Lin Buyu with some embarrassment.

"It's also because I waited abruptly."

Lin Buyu clasped his palms together and saluted.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with each other, the little mage Zhiheng turned around and left with an apologetic face.

"I always feel that there is an evil nature in Master Huizhuo."

Xu Ye looked at Zhiheng's leaving figure and complained.

Lin Buyu didn't seem very surprised by Xu Ye's complaints.

"Since the inheritance of Buddhism has been cut off, Buddhist practitioners are easy to go astray, and eventually lead to infatuation and become inhuman and ghost. Just like the Huizhuo Master, he was once expected to hit the Arhat realm, but he was just at the door At that time, because a trace of obsession remained in his mind, not only did he fail to break through, but he also became what he is now, and his personality became very weird."

Lin Buyu knew that Xu Ye didn't understand Buddhist practice, so he simply explained it to him in detail.

"Fomen is so miserable now?"

Xu Ye was a little surprised.

However, he didn't know much about Buddhism, he only had a rough idea of ​​the history of Buddhist development, not to mention reciting Buddhist classics, or maybe he could really help a group of monks who were in deep trouble.

"Lin Buyu, Xu Ye, you two can enter the venue now."

At this time, the proctoring examiner called out to the two of them.

"exist."

Lin Buyu responded, and then said to Xu Ye:

"Come in."

……

The examination room of the inner door of Miaofa Hall.

After entering, what greeted Xu Ye's eyes were rows of neatly arranged desks, with pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the desks, just waiting for candidates to take their seats.

"This time, the two arts of poetry and painting are tested and taught. The title is Moon and Night. Please use the moonlight night as your painting and moonlight night as your poem. The time is one hour."

An old Confucian scholar sitting at the front of the ten copybooks shook his head and slowly announced the topic of this round.

At this time, Xu Ye was not very surprised that the title of this article would be "Moon Night".

Although there is no sun and moon in this world, Confucian scholars who are familiar with the Six Classics have already turned the sun and moon into totems in their hearts, and they will write poems and make fuss about them from time to time.

This is like in Xu Ye's hometown, no one has ever seen a dragon, but there are always articles and poems related to dragons and gods.

"Moon and night..."

After hearing this topic, Lin Buyu immediately closed the curtain and began to meditate, obviously starting to draw a picture in his mind.

Because the task had been completed, Xu Ye rested his chin on his hands and watched with ease, and helped Lin Buyu study ink by the way.

After about a cup of tea, Lin Buyu opened his eyes and took a pen from the pen holder.

"Thank...thank you."

When she saw that Xu Ye had helped him grind the ink, Lin Buyu was a little surprised.

"You're welcome, idle is idle."

Xu Ye smiled and yawned.

Lin Buyu nodded, and then quickly dipped the ink and picked up the brush to draw.

She is extremely proficient in pen and ink, and with just a few strokes, the outline of a picture of a moonlit night appears on the drawing paper.

It looks like he has practiced hard.

But what surprised Xu Ye was that what Lin Buyu painted was not most people painting the bright moon in the mountains, but a lone moon on the vast sea.

"This is Mohai. When I was about six or seven years old, my mother took me across the sea alone, because the hometown she missed day and night was just across the sea. I remember very clearly that there was A sacred object shaped like the legendary moon illuminates the entire river surface, no matter how desperately the ghosts in the sea collide, they cannot break out of the water."

Lin Buyu knew that Xu Ye was watching from the side, so while continuing to paint the details of the scroll, he told Xu Ye softly about her childhood experiences.

"Have you... finally crossed the sea of ​​ink?"

Xu Ye sat up straight and asked curiously.

"Probably not." Lin Buyu shook his head, "Not long after I saw the sacred object, there was a huge wave on the sea surface, and countless ghosts rushed to our boat by the huge wave, and I was so frightened that I passed out. , When I woke up again, I had already returned home."

At the end, Lin Buyu's tone became extremely low.

"Now, Mohai has been shrouded in ghost mist again. The city by the sea where I lived for more than ten years has also been listed as a forbidden area. Even the owner of this bright moon has died in the hands of ghosts."

By the time Lin Buyu said this, he had already sketched the last stroke of this picture of the night moon.

Maybe because of her experience, this picture of night and moon looks magnificent and there is a breath of despair, just like the situation of human beings in this world.

It has to be said that this is a good painting. Although it is not as good as a famous artist, it already has the personality and artistic conception unique to Lin Buyu.

But Xu Ye always felt that there was something missing in this painting.

"call……"

Lin Buyu put down his pen at this moment, examined the scroll carefully, and then let out a long breath.

"how?"

Lin Buyu looked at Xu Ye with a smile.

It can be seen that she herself is very satisfied with the painting.

"If it's me who judges, it's at least A-A."

Xu Ye praised unabashedly.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you, you don't look like someone who understands painting."

Lin Buyu pouted.

But even though she said so, she was still very happy in her heart.

"Master Liang, the younger generation's painting has been completed, please judge it with holy objects."

At this moment, a disciple stood up and asked the gray-haired scholar in front of him loudly.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of more than a dozen candidates for the exam all looked over there.

At first, when everyone saw the young man, they didn't notice anything unusual, but when his eyes swept over the companion Kao beside the young man, the entire sutra hall was in an uproar.

"It's the number one scholar, Li Moyan!"

Someone couldn't help calling out the man's name.

After Lin Buyu heard the name, he was stunned for a while, and then said with an unbelievable expression:
"How is it possible? Why did this Li Moyan come to participate in the talent-raising literary meeting?"

Seeing Lin Buyu's reaction, Xu Ye could guess without asking, that Li Moyan should be a very good scholar.

(End of this chapter)