Zhenguan Leisurely King

Chapter 40: Academy Yang Wei ([-])

Finally the singing ended in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

Wang Pingan looked at everyone's relaxed and happy expressions, and smiled slightly: "Everyone, are you satisfied with my singing?"

"Amitabha, Wang Shizhu's "Laughing at the World of Reds" makes people laugh and look at the world of mortals, awakening people from drunk dreams, but it is the feeling of intoxicated people waking up alone. It made the poor monk have an epiphany. Thank you." Xing Chi said.

"Really? No, no, how embarrassing it is." Wang Pingan said he was embarrassed, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Wang Pingan took the painting, and saw that under a bodhi tree, a monk became a Buddha standing on the ground. The sun was shining, and the monk in the painting exuded a solemn and sacred atmosphere, which made people feel a kind of Buddha in their hearts. If Wang Ping'an was born in this era, he would definitely have the urge to believe in Buddhism.

"Ping An, congratulations. Master Xingchi is best at painting Buddhas. His masterpieces are hard to come by. Even if you are a teacher, you don't have a master's painting." Li Yi came back to his senses and said.

"Thank you, master, for giving the painting." Wang Pingan immediately put away the painting when he heard Li Yi's words.

"The king's benefactor doesn't need to thank you, the poor monk should be the one who should thank you, because the song of the king's benefactor made the poor monk suddenly realize that this Buddha is the Buddha he visualized during his sudden enlightenment. A sentence that looks at the world of mortals with a smile breaks through the turmoil of the world of mortals The world." Xing Chi clasped his hands together and bowed.

"It turns out that my singing voice is so powerful, why didn't I know it. How come I used to be a micba, why didn't anyone appreciate my singing voice before." Wang Pingan thought to himself.

"Then may I ask, what kind of painting did the master paint for the people of Qingyun Academy? In the end, I won or they won." Wang Ping'an still cares about winning or losing.

Wang Pingan saw the painting "Love in Rivers and Rivers" and said, "It's so spectacular. The waves are really big. In reality, it must be another natural disaster, and the people will suffer from floods again."

Wang Pingan expressed his worries so bluntly, but Zhang Ziyu was very upset when he heard it, and even shouted angrily: "It's unreasonable, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand painting, this is the magnificent picture of rivers and rivers drawn by Master Xingchi, you alone A child with a full mouth knows what."

"I don't know, you don't need to judge. If you want to know a painting, you will have different opinions if you show it to different people. Whether the master kid is right or not."

"Amitabha, what the king's benefactor said is very true. Whether it is a person or a painting, there are all sentient beings, whether it is a cat or a dog."

"Look, even the master said I was right, what's so good about you." Wang Pingan said with a proud face.

"Hmph." Zhang Ziyu snorted, and sat down angrily.

"Master, please do a review for our temperament."

In the competition of poems and songs, high and low points are distinguished, but only the temperament, when the realm is the same, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low, which needs to be judged.

Zhao Qingyun and Li Yi asked Xing Chi to discuss who the winner of this competition was.

Zhao Qingyun said: "I think Ziyu should have won this match."

As soon as Li Yi heard it, he immediately burst out: "You shameless old man, can you be more shameless, obviously my family's Ping'an sings well, since Ziyu wins, hum, really shameless."

When Zhao Qingyun heard it, he immediately retorted: "Why are you shameless, the artistic conception of Zi Yuqiu's "Jiang He Qing" is much higher than Wang Ping'an's "Laughing in the Red Dust"."

"fart……"

Just like this, the two judges were arguing sentence by sentence for their students, while Xing Chi next to him kept clasping his hands and stood silently in the middle, like a humanoid bodhisattva.

"Amitabha, goodness and kindness, there is nothing wrong with the two benefactors fighting for the flute for their students. The poor monk thinks that Donor Zhang's flute music has indeed reached a high level of respect, but Donor Wang's "Laughing in the Red Dust" can make people break free, achieve themselves, and be free and easy And heaven and earth." Xing Chi said.

"What does the master mean?" Zhao Qingyun and Li Yi asked at the same time.

"draw."

"draw?"

"That's right, it's a tie. The rhythms of the two are different, but the artistic conception is quite high. It's hard to tell them apart." Xing Chi said.

Li Yi and Zhao Qingyun looked at me, I looked at you, they agreed with Xing Chi's proposal, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's do it according to Master Xingchi." The two said in unison.

"Amitabha. The two benefactors, the three of us discussed this time. If you draw, the poor monk will give these two paintings to the two. I hope that the two benefactors can create excellent works."

After Xing Chi finished speaking, he gave "Jiang He Qing" to Zhang Ziyu, and the picture of the Buddha statue had already been given to Wang Ping'an.

"Thank you, master." Zhang Ziyu took the painting with both hands and thanked him.

"I have no objection that this is a draw." Wang Pingan said.

"The juniors are the same," Zhang Ziyu said.

"Amitabha Buddha." Xing Chi said the Buddha's name again.

The draw of rhythm ended like this, but none of them thought that the song "Laughing Red Dust" made Wang Ping'an famous again, and once again entered the eyes of Comrade Li Er. Can be heard everywhere.

Wang Pingan opened the painting, looked at the painting, it reminded him of a poem, his eyeballs rolled, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face.

Wang Ping'an reopened the painting, bowed to the judging table and said, "Ping'an intends to compete in poetry this time, and wants to trouble Master Xingchi again to write the poems we chanted on our paintings."

"Students also have the same intention. We each write a poem for each other's paintings and our own paintings." Zhang Ziyu stood up and said.

"That's two songs, little friend Ping An, would you like it." Zhao Qingyun asked.

"No problem, let me write a song for my own painting first."

"Donor, please speak."

Wang Ping took a few steps pretending to install it, then turned around and took a few more steps, and finally took the first one, smiling slightly: "Yes, there is no bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused."

When Wang Ping installed it, Li Yi looked at him nervously. He knew that Wang Ping'an was very complicated, and he was really sweating for Wang Ping'an when he wrote poetry.

But when Wang Pingan made a move, Li Yi was really relieved.

Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhao Qingyun became worried. He is a great scholar in literature, how could he fail to recognize the Buddhist meaning in Wang Ping'an's poems? His apprentice knew it well, but Zhang Ziyu didn't have such ability.

After Wang Ping'an finished reading, the most excited person at the scene was the behavior idiot. His lips were trembling with excitement, and he kept chanting Wang Ping'an's poem in his heart: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where can the dust be aroused?" .”

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

……

Xingzhi looked like he had a demonic disease, he didn't say a word, his whole body was shaking, his hands kept patting his head, trying to understand the meaning of those words.

Seeing Xingchi like this, Wang Pingan knew that his poems had changed him, which might be different from his own Buddhism. He sighed and decided to help Xingchi.

"The master can be troubled, the meaning in the poem is different from the Buddhist principles you have learned."

Xing Chi heard Wang Ping'an's answer, calmed down, and said: "The poor monk can't understand, please enlighten me, Wang Ping'an."

wow~
There was an uproar at the scene, enlighten me, under what circumstances, a respected master would teach a young man.Everyone was not calm anymore, both the students of Yunshan Academy and the students of Qingyun Academy were very shocked.Even Li Yi and Zhao Qingyun on the referee's bench couldn't sit still.

What happened, what happened, who can tell us, this is the voice of everyone present.

"Excuse me, where is the master's Buddha?" Wang Ping'an asked.

"My Buddha is at ease in my heart."

"Does the master have a Buddha in his heart, or is the Buddha in his heart?" Wang Pingan asked again.

"Isn't it the same?" Almost everyone thought so, except Xing Chi who was thinking silently.

If you have a Buddha in your heart, will the Buddha be in your heart? Can it not be elsewhere, or only around you?Since the Buddha is in the heart, it doesn't matter if there is a Buddha in the heart or not.

"The poor monk understands that the Buddha is in my heart, and it is everywhere. There is a Buddha in my heart, and I am in the Buddha. I am in the Buddha, and the Buddha is in my heart. Thanks to the king's benefactor, the poor monk has enlightened." Xingchi said excitedly.

"Congratulations, master. Everything depends on the master's understanding. I just like to think and ask more questions." Wang Pingan said.

(End of this chapter)