Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 155 Poetry
"Come in quickly!"

"Eighteen Lords, can you introduce one or two to the poor monk?"

"It's because I didn't greet well, the holy monk forgive me, the frost-haired one is called Guzhigong, the green-haired one is called Lingkongzi, the humble one is called Fuyunsou, and the old clumsy one is called Jinjie."

Xuanzang nodded, with an inexplicable arc on the corner of his mouth, jokingly said: "Amitabha, poor monk named Xuanzang, it is best to drink wine and eat meat on weekdays, drink wine made from spirit plants, and eat the flesh and blood of the demon king! I am very happy to see you today, and I feel that we are very destined!"

As soon as Xuanzang said this, the four people present all changed their expressions, and they all looked at Xuanzang with surprise.

It seems that there is something wrong with this pilgrim?
"Hehehe, the poor monk was just making a joke. Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, eating fast and reciting Buddha's name, how can you break the precepts!" Seeing the confused expressions of the four people, Xuanzang thought it was a bit amusing, but he didn't continue to tease them.

Upon hearing this explanation, Mr. Gu Zhi smiled and said: "The holy monk is really different from the layman, and he speaks with a lot of fun!"

"That's right, Elder Tang is a wonderful person. Today we meet friends through literature, and I heard that poetry is very popular in the Tang Dynasty. Let's take 'Bamboo' as the theme first, and write some poems about bamboo?" Fuyun Laola Zhu Xuanzang took his seat, and then asked loudly, which seemed to be a question, but he himself was already pretending to be thinking about it.

When Xuanzang heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, because he had already seen through the true nature of the Fuyun old man, he was just a thousand-year-old bamboo pole.

It's just that I didn't expect this guy to be so thick-skinned that he wanted everyone to praise him in different ways.

The other three people were also choked by Fuyunsou's words, and looked at Fuyunsou who was getting up and pacing to conceive.

"I thought of a song, let's use it to attract jade!"

Fuyun old man stopped, his face was bright, he shook his head and spoke out.

The poem said: "The holy king of music in Qi'ao Garden, and the thousands of acres of Weichuan will be distributed. Cui Yun is not stained with Xiang'e's tears, and Ban Sheath is worthy of the fragrance of Han history. The color of the frost leaves does not change when they come, and the color of the smoke tip is hidden from now on. ?Ziyou passed away with few friends, and left his name in the calligraphy field from ancient times."

"Good poems, good poems!" The Eighteenth Duke of Jinjie clapped his hands and praised, although Fuyun Fuyun was suspected of deliberately showing off, but the poems were indeed not bad.

Ling Kongzi praised with a half-smile: "Old fellow Taoist Fuyun is really amazing. In such a short period of time, there is such a masterpiece, which fully shows the charm of bamboo. If it is in the country of literati, this poem will surely Poetry can become a town and a country, and it will be handed down for hundreds of generations!"

"Wonderful praise, ha ha..." Fuyun old man bowed to everyone, and then returned to his seat.

When Xuanzang waited for him to come back, he said: "This fellow Taoist indeed wrote a good poem, and the poor monk also got inspiration..."

Xuanzang got up, took two steps in front of the stone table, then stopped his body, turned around and began to read.

"Keep firm on the green hills and don't let go,

The root was originally in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,
Let the east, west, north, south wind!"

"Good! Good! Good! The holy monk is a good poem!" The old man Fuyun said three "good" words in a row, jumped up on the stone bench excitedly, looked at Xuanzang excitedly, his eyes were burning, It seems to regard it as a confidant.

"Holy monk and great talent, in this poem, no bamboo is better than bamboo. There is not a word of bamboo mentioned in the whole text, but the proud character of bamboo is fully reflected. The north-south wind... Haha, okay, what a wind from the southeast to the north!"

Old man Fuyun kept walking around the venue excitedly, muttering the song "Bamboo and Stone", his complexion that was originally calm became extremely flushed.

As soon as this poem came out, old man Fuyun already regarded Xuanzang as his bosom friend in his heart, and secretly decided to send Xuanzang away secretly after the literary meeting, so that the apricot fairy could not destroy the bosom friend's practice.

It's hard to find a bosom friend in life, and it's hard to find a confidant. As a proud Zhu Jun, how could he persecute the confidant who designed him?

Ling Kongzi and Gu Zhigong glanced at each other, and they both saw the embarrassment in their eyes, and they didn't expect Fuyunsou to be so kind and praise him.

"Ahem, once this poem by the holy monk comes out, I'm willing to bow down. I'm afraid it will be difficult to surpass it in singing bamboo. It's better to change the title. The pine trees in the mountains are also somewhat virtuous. They are called the three friends of Sui Han. Why don't we use pine as the title again? Come on, write some poems praising the pine trees, and the old man should also throw bricks and attract jade first!" Jinjie Shiba suddenly said this at this time, which made Ling Kongzi and Gu Zhigong feel even more uncomfortable.

What happened to these two people?

Praising yourself and even boasting about being addicted, why are you so shameless?
The two curled their lips, sitting and watching the Eighteenth Prince put on a show.

Jinjie Shibagong had already noticed the strange colors on the faces of those two people, but he didn't care, his face still looked like he didn't realize it. After walking a few steps, he slapped his head and read: "Yu Yu Jian Di Song , from the seedlings on the mountain. With the stems one inch in diameter, shade this one hundred feet."

Xuanzang asked with a strange expression: "Fellow Daoist Jinjie, you wrote this poem yourself? Why does the poor monk feel so familiar!"

"Uh, hehe, I forgot, and suddenly thought of this article, ahaha, this should be written by a junior from the Central Plains hundreds of years ago, and I made a fool of myself, ahem, I have it again! Listen up! "The eighteenth man blushed and said with some embarrassment.

"Lonely and Laughing Wood King, Lingchun is not as famous as I am. The mountain is empty and the shadow of dragon and snake is hundreds of feet, and the spring is full of amber fragrance for thousands of years. The solution is in harmony with the universe, and it is happy to be stored because of the wind and rain. It is ashamed to have no fairy bone when it is decayed. Only Ling Paste knot birthday!"

……

While talking, I saw two girls in green clothes outside the stone house, picking out a pair of crimson gauze lanterns, leading a fairy behind them.The fairy held an apricot blossom, smiled and entered the door to meet each other.

"Where is Nianhua Fairy from, come and take a seat!" Xuanzang invited half of his stone bench when he saw Xingxian coming.

"Forehead……"

Xingxian's expression froze, and she asked via sound transmission: "Are you sure you didn't catch the wrong person?"

"Probably not! The holy monk behaves differently than ordinary people, and is independent!"

After entering the door, Xingxian asked the girl to move a stone bench over, sat beside Xuanzang, and looked at the little monk with red lips and white teeth beside him.

"Hiss, he's so handsome!" Xingxian said in amazement, and then she was tangled in her heart, "Should I let such a beautiful man die of old age in vain? What a pity!"

Xingxian smelled a pleasant fragrance of apricot blossoms. Sitting next to him, Xuanzang glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, and he was able to see the devilish figure that made all men's hearts stop beating.

"Tsk, it's really a good capital. I'm afraid this kind of figure is only found in books! It's a pity that it didn't transform into a human form, it's just a phantom..." Xuanzang thought to himself.

Seeing the handsome man at this time, Xingxian felt a little deer in his heart, and took the initiative to find a topic and said: "Holy Monk, I think you are very familiar, you look very much like an old friend I know!"

"Old man? The poor monk and the female benefactor have never met before! But it doesn't matter, the lonely shadow in the cold river, the old man in the rivers and lakes, why should we know each other when we meet again." Xuanzang looked directly at Xingxian and said, making Xingxian blush a little.

The Eighteenth Duke asked knowingly, "What is Xingxian doing here?"

　Thanks: Gongjin's tip next week!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)