I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 111 The Wonderful Debate of Baoen Temple

  Bai Caoshi walked towards the temple, Bai Xiaoshu followed, but was pulled by Bai Li and gave her a glare.

   "A child without eyesight!"

  Bai Xiaoshu: "..."

  My mother does not hurt my baby, seeing Gao Leng's brother-in-law and sister side by side, the handsome man and beautiful woman are so seductive.

Suddenly the crowd moved, and everyone ran in the same direction, and someone said, "Go quickly, I heard that Master Duchen's personal disciple, Master Puji, traveled to Boyang, and Yingzhou talents came to challenge after hearing about it. The grand occasion of the debate is rare in a hundred years."

  Do literati and poets want to argue with Buddhist masters? Baicaoshi was aroused interest.

   "Yu Bao, don't be in a hurry to borrow paper and pen from left and right, let's go and have a look together, okay?"

   "Okay, it's up to you." Zhe Yu replied helplessly.

  Entering Baoen Temple, the square is already full of people, probably because Master Duchen is a generation of great virtuous monks.

   Baicaoshi is short, and only the backs of their heads can be seen. She kept on tiptoeing.

   "If you want to see it, we can just go in."

  Zhe Yu acted as a pioneer again. Wherever it passes, the people avoid it.

  Baicao Poetry: "..."

  Today is another day to brush your face.

   Well, she can't get cheap and act good.

   Staying closer, I found that the debate had gone on for several rounds. This time it was the turn of Lu Huai, a talented scholar from Yingzhou.

   "As the saying goes, the parents dare not damage the body, hair and skin, but the master and the monks and nuns shaved their hair and shaved their heads. Isn't this against human filial piety?" Lu Huai said.

  Master Puji was in his forties, with nine ring scars on his head and a kind face. He held the beads in his hand, counted them one by one, and replied with a smile: "Lord Master Lu, the nails on your hands are also from your parents, why don't you keep them? Sores and carbuncles are born from the body, but why do you want to remove them? Your Ai Ji , eyebrows are also bestowed by parents, why do you often shave them off and paint them with light makeup?"

   Lu Huai is not yet married, so where is Ai Ji?

  Only he himself knows that he once fell in love with the number one brothel in Wanzhou, and wrote a poem "Willing to be Qing Thrushcrosser". Unexpectedly, the monk also knew about this romantic affair.

  Baicaoshi raised her eyebrows, looked at Zhe Yu, and blinked her eyes, "Although I think what the master said is very reasonable, it is also a beautiful thing to give Ai Ji thrush."

  Zhe Yu said lightly: "You are born with sparse eyebrows, and you look good even if you don't draw."

  Baicaoshi said "Oh", it was sweeter than eating maltose.

On the stand again, Lu Huai suppressed his displeasure on his face, and looked calm and unrestrained, "Master, as you can see, monks and nuns don't farm but get their own food, don't weave but get their own clothes, and don't marry or get married. What are the qualifications to enjoy the incense of the people and the offerings in the world?"

  Pu Ji narrowed his eyes, and replied angrily, "Good question. You don't need to mention me for this question, even if I invite anyone from the audience, they all know how to answer."

  An answer like this is tantamount to a slap in the face to Lu Huai, why should he be called a genius from Yingzhou?

  Pu Ji looked at the crowd, and looked at Zhe Yu across the air, "That talented young man from Tianshui, would you like to answer Lu's benefactor's question on behalf of the old monk?"

  The gazes of the common people were all on Zhe Yu.

  Zheyu touched the bridge of Rufeng's nose, walked to the center of the square, and nodded to Puji, "Xiaosheng is willing to give it a try."

  Lu Huai wasn't happy at first, but seeing Zhe Yu's demeanor, he kept quiet.

Zhe Yu glanced at the Poetry on Baicao under the stage, stomped his steps and said: "If you talk about not farming or weaving, those who call themselves poets and poets are the number one useless people. If you don't build an inch of merit, don't dabble in the fields, go up and down Talking about it, trying to confuse right and wrong, useless as a scholar, you are talking about you. As for you saying that the masters are not married, that is the Buddhist rule. And I have been taught by Taizu and Taizong for several generations. Make great efforts to govern, the population is far greater than that of the previous dynasty, why do they need to contribute to the matter of childbearing? Lu Huai is a talented scholar in Yingzhou, why are you worrying about it?"

   Lu Huai, who talked so eloquently and sharply, blushed blushingly.

  Master Puji pinched the Buddha beads and praised repeatedly, "Well, well, the benefactor is eloquent."

  (end of this chapter)