The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 17 Nothing to do overnight (recommendation, favorite, monthly pass)
Entering the temple, there is a spacious yard facing you. The ground is covered with basil, and in the center of the yard is a lotus pond with a radius of several feet.

However, this lotus pond has obviously been abandoned for a long time. The lotus is a sacred flower in the Buddhist world, but now there is not even a lotus in the pond, only the muddy water and the stolen goods left in the pond.

Directly opposite is a large hall, on which is enshrined a statue of Buddha, sitting cross-legged on a lotus pedestal, I don’t know if it is the Buddha from the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions, the Buddha statue has long been dilapidated, the entire head is gone, and only the right half of the two arms are left arm.

Everyone stepped on the weeds, bypassed the pool, and walked into the main hall. Except for the Buddha statue, the main hall was very empty. Of course, there were some sawdust and sundries on the ground, but it was not a problem for one night.

Everyone avoided the hole in the southeast corner of the top of the hall and came to the northeast corner. The guards were busy in twos and twos, sorting out a clean space, setting up tents, fetching water, lighting fires, going into the mountains to hunt game and so on. .

Song Yi wandered around to check the row of rooms at the back of the main hall. The row of rooms had collapsed into disrepair, but just in case, he checked them all carefully.

At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and the hunting guards had also returned with a full load. Everyone sat around the fire and roasted the cleaned game on the fire.

It was cold and windy outside, and the temperature dropped sharply. Although the hall was not exaggerated to be as warm as spring, it was relatively warm.The roasted meat sizzled, and drops of hot oil slowly slid down the lines of the plump meat. The outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the aroma was tangy and intoxicating.

A group of people ate meat and drank heavily, and they were quite contented in the barren mountains and wild temples.

"Master, Miss Xin'er, and everyone, let me tell a story." Song Yi said with a smirk.

Everyone said hello in unison.

When things quieted down, Song Yi's pretendingly low voice sounded slowly: "Nine years ago in Yongjia, Changhua native Lemou was sitting idle in his room when he suddenly heard someone calling their husband and wife's names outside. He shouted urgently, but But no one could be seen. The sound of calling did not disappear until midnight. Le and his wife were shocked and frightened, and died one after another within a month."

". You don't speak. Are you scared? Yes, you died for no reason." Song Yi was still yelling.

Everyone wanted to kick him away.

"I'm afraid you are the one who keeps calling other people's names outside. Didn't you bring paper with you when you went to the toilet?"

Xin'er frowned and said solemnly.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, and for a while, the inside and outside of the hall were filled with joyful atmosphere.

"Let me tell you one thing." Chu Linyang said.

"In ancient times, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen who went to Guobei County to collect debts. When it rained heavily, he hid in the legendary Lanruo Temple for a night, but was rejected by the Taoist priest Yan Chixia, so Ning Caichen sneaked into the temple secretly. .”

"At night, Ning Caichen was attracted by the sound of a piano, and met a young girl Nie Xiaoqian. Nie Xiaoqian suddenly showed murderous intentions. Fortunately, Yan Chixia arrived and saved Ning Caichen's life. Nie Xiaoqian felt that she was upright and kind, and gradually fell in love with her, but was Yan Chixia stopped, but Ning Caichen mistook Yan Chixia for the murderer and wanted to escape with Nie Xiaoqian."

"The tree demon grandma forced Nie Xiaoqian to kill Ning Caichen, but Nie Xiaoqian refused, so she ordered all the demons to kill Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian. Palm Thunder has been sealed for 100 years."

"At this time, Ning Caichen learned that Nie Xiaoqian was originally a ghost. Because her bones were abandoned in the wilderness, she was controlled by her grandmother. Every night, she went around looking for strong men to absorb Yang essence for her grandmother, so as to increase her life. In order to prevent Nie Xiaoqian from being humiliated again, Ning Caichen He promised to send her bones back to the countryside for burial and reincarnation. Unexpectedly, Nie Xiaoqian was snatched by the old demon of the underworld as his wife. Yan Chixia couldn't stand Ning Caichen's begging, decided to make another move, and finally rescued Xiaoqian."

Everyone sighed after listening to it. It is human nature to yearn for beauty, not to mention the poignant love between humans and ghosts. Ask the world, what is love, and it only teaches life and death?
Xin'er's eyes were red from crying, she choked up slightly, and hugged Chu Linyang tightly.

After finishing speaking, Chu Linyang took a big drink, and then chanted a poem, shamelessly acting as a porter back to nature:

Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is worried about the new year.

Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

As soon as this poem came out, all the guards on the spot were stunned. Song Yi Song, who claimed to have studied in a private school for a few years, lost his soul, and Xin'er with spring eyes fell limply in Chu Linyang's arms.

It also made a man in brocade clothes who had already come outside the hall to observe the movement inside the hall burst into applause.

"Only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals. It's really a quatrain through the ages. This is a new monument in the Dafeng poetry circle."

I saw a man outside the main hall and two attendants stepping into the hall with ecstasy accompanied by the cold wind. The young man was wearing a light blue brocade robe and a white sable fur cloak. The scholarly temperament can give people a good impression at first sight.

He walked quickly to the front of the crowd, fixed his eyes on Chu Linyang, and asked urgently: "Dare to ask your honor and name? May I ask if this poem was written by you?"

In fact, everyone had already noticed that there were people outside, but Wufu's instinct told them that there was no danger, so they were also secretly on guard, keeping their faces calm.

"This poem was indeed written by my son just now, but shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Song Yi replied aloud.

"Ah, I'm really being rude, everyone, Haihan, the student's surname is Yang, from Qingzhou, because he wants to participate in this year's Chunwei, so he came to Beijing in advance to prepare for the exam."

"It's getting late today, but there is no place to live in the wilderness. When I saw a temple here, I came here to see if I could stay overnight."

"I didn't expect to let me witness the birth of a famous poem through the ages. It is the luck of the students and the blessing of the literary world."

The man surnamed Yang gradually calmed down and bowed.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Yang, my surname is Chu, a person from the capital, just like you today, I have to deal with it here for one night, and I will continue to go south tomorrow."

Chu Linyang smiled and waved his hand in return.

"I have met Mr. Chu, and I hope you will tell me the title of the poem. Such a good poem must be widely publicized so that all the students of Dafeng can study and evaluate it."

The man surnamed Yang asked.

Looking at Xin'er with a smile, "The title of the poem: "Ten Miles of Pinghu Meets Gu Xinran"."

Xin'er's original surname is Gu, and her first name is Xinran.

"My lord." At this moment, the affection in Xin'er's eyes was about to flow out, and she looked even more charming and charming.

Everyone looked at Xin'er with envy on their faces. Martial arts are better. Many great scholars can get their brains out for a good poem, because a good poem can be handed down to the world. Who are the immortals?Two words: saint!

"Okay, everyone is tired after driving all day, so let's go to bed early."

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