The sword is the devil

Hu Wen was very surprised, "On poetry, how do we talk about it?"

"I heard from the monks in the temple that Mr. Hu has always been talented in poetry, and many of the poems on the plaques in Jianjia Temple are written by him. I admire him very much.

This master lantern master and I are both good poets. Today’s tour has yielded a lot. Therefore, I would like to make friends with my husband through poetry. I don’t know if I would like to have a try with tea. "

Hu Wen smiled reservedly, dare not say anything else, it is not comparable to the human system when talking about metaphysics, and it does not have this kind of background in ancient and modern times, but if it is poetry, he is worthy of others, and he is also The only hobby other than spiritual practice is the essence of being integrated into the human world.

Many of the inscriptions and postscripts in Jianjia Temple were made by him. He is good at poetry, but Master Nanneng is not good at poetry, so he just let him show his skills; While worshiping Buddha, he looked at the temple scenery and often admired his works. From this point of view, the envoy did not deceive him.

If you have a skill, of course you want to show it in front of people. It is the same for human beings, and it is the same for the monster race; especially poetic talent, which cannot be kept in the stomach to make it more mellow. Only by writing it out and passing it on can it be immortalized forever.

All poets have a heart to strive for victory.

"I want to do what I want, but I dare not ask you; so, please wait for the envoy to write down the title."

Hou Ying laughed and became very excited about poetry, "In this way, I will use five-character poems to match, and the current situation will match; since I picked the head, I should come first."

Hu Wen was very interested, and good poems are in the temple. If it comes to Buddhist poems, he is not willing to be inferior to others; but let’s see what the Taoist priests are capable of. If it's just a limerick, then it's not easy to save his face, and he will just laugh at it with a few random sentences.

Hou Ying stood up and walked around the meditation hall, don't care if it's true or not, this behavior is very well done, I have stayed with the sour scholar Luo Linwang for a long time, and I have learned it under the influence of my ears and eyes Seven or eight points.

Master Nanneng closed his eyes and concentrated on it. The monk carrying the lantern watched him play tricks, but Hu Wen was the only one who had implicit expectations.

"Have it!"

Pretending to walk around a few times, Hou Ying clapped her hands together, shook her head, cadenced,
"Outside the lonely reeds, I can see the Buddha lamp. Under several mangrove trees, there is a white-headed monk. Lu Leng hides the crane first, Lin Xujing loves the eagle. The west wind moves the shadow of the banner, and I ask Nan Neng speechlessly."

A few people savored it carefully, and there was still a bit of artistic conception. I didn't expect a real man to have this ability; the poems are not amazing, but they are quite satisfactory.

His first poem immediately set the tone. If it was worse than this, the remaining two people would be too embarrassed to show it. Cultivators have acting skills, and literati love to fight poems. Anyone who is really good at this way Those who cannot convince others, the so-called Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, is the truth.

The monk with the lantern knew that it was his turn. Although he didn't know what that guy meant by doing this, as a companion, he always needed a little cooperation; For them, it is a basic skill. Things like composing poetry are just a waste of time. It's not that they don't have this skill.

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That rough embryo can make a fool out of it, how can he shrink back from others?
Not pacing, sitting cross-legged and closing eyes, chanting words in the mouth, after a while, opening both eyes,

"I have it too! Listen: the village is sparsely populated, and the fine cottage stands alone. Fragrant flowers and real Buddhas are in the world, and the buildings are just fleeting. Birds peck at the rest of their fasting, and monks attend meditation in the middle of the night. The cool and cool land of several acres is already separated from the dust."

Hu Wen clapped his palms and laughed. He thought that these two people came to Xingshi to question him, but he seemed to have been stopped by his master; he had already prepared for this, with various plans and countless rebuttals, and now it seems that it is useless.

How could two minor cultivators of the same realm as him, even human beings, dare to indulge in front of the master?
The worry is gone, and the desire to win is up, and I dare not compete with these two human monks with background, but the title of the poem, even if the master of heaven comes, he will not let it!

With a little bit of speculation, the poems of these two people are quite talented among human beings. If they don't show some real skills, I'm afraid they won't be able to overwhelm them.

He neither paced nor closed his eyes to meditate, only pondered for a while, and opened his mouth,
"In the autumn scenery of a nunnery, sitting together

In front of the Buddha lamp.The wind leads to the incense pan, and the moon floats to fry the tea spring.The sleeves are cold and the sand is overwhelming, and the sound of trees hanging from the window.After speaking, the crow settled down, and the mountain monk went to meditate at night. "

It is indeed a good poem, and what is commendable is this eagerness. This kind of talent is outstanding even among human scholars, but this Hu Wen is just a monster who has not yet matured.

Even Master Nanneng, who was watching the battle, nodded frequently, but there was some worry hidden in the nodding of appreciation; this Quanzhen disciple is not easy to get along with, what else is hidden behind the poem?He couldn't figure it out for a while.

Hou Ying clapped her hands and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, great poem! But this is just an appetizer, there is no distinction between high and low, and it's hard to enjoy.

The five-character comparison, and the next seven-character comparison, there must be a Buddha word that corresponds to the state of mind, and then I will throw a brick to attract jade, and the two dare to agree? "

The lantern-carrying monk curled his lips, "Just say it, are you afraid of you?"

Hu Wen was also excited, "The envoy has an order, how dare you refuse?"

Hou Ying was overjoyed, "So, listen to the scumbag! Today I will teach you what it means to be a master of poetry and swords!

Never greedy, never resting, looking up to the world today.Everything that is done is illusory, and the ten directions are unhindered by feet floating.Who says to learn from Buddha's neck drape, laughing at asking immortals to build buildings.Only following fate is the true meaning, relying on boats and boats to save money and flow safely. "

It has to be said that his poem has a higher level of artistic conception than the previous five-character sentence, but this show also aroused the comparison between the other two.

The monk carrying the lantern suddenly stood up, with his back to the sky, he didn't know Hou Ying's intentions, but he knew that his cooperation was the key, and he must set off the atmosphere.
"The spring breeze accompanied me to the monk's house, sighing and offering flowers to the Buddha. Liu Zi's pillow is not a pillow, and the land is talking about water, regardless of tea. There is no need to ask for Xuanhu, one or two is better than white sand. I hate that it is difficult to sleep in the coming year, because There is no limit to the hatred of Junming porridge."

When these two people sang together, it only made Hu Wenshi's blood boil, and he didn't care about anything else. As long as he could compare the two on this occasion, he would be willing to lose ten years of life!
With a wave of big sleeves, I did my part, "I once saw Wufeng love the morning sun, but the Buddha's light appeared on the empty mountain. The raccoon lay quietly among the broken walls and the clouds, and the sun rose through the forest and the swallows were busy. Fragrance. Sometimes I see old monks come to expose their backs, and it is unforgettable to sit in the shadow of the cassock."

Hou Ying laughed loudly, "Good poem! Good poem! Hu Wen, if you don't give us an explanation today, I'm afraid this poem will be buried in the underworld!"