The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

In ancient times, it was really difficult to mix up. It was not easy to read books, and it was not easy to make money. What's more, Yun Yan came home with women and children. If Zheng Ping was in poor health five years ago, Yun Yan would have been mad, but now it is better. At least he would not look too enchanting if he took the task from the abbot.

After returning, Yun Yan wrote the plan carefully and carefully, according to the modern plan format, clearly and plainly, after writing it and considering whether there was any impropriety for a long time before sending it to the abbot to see.

After the abbot watched it, he first praised it.

Isn't it? Yun Yan has been practicing calligraphy vigorously in the past few years. There are more authentic calligraphy in this era than in later generations, and it is easier to see. If nothing else, the calligraphy is actually very good.

Looking at the content again, the abbot's eyes are even brighter. Although the words are very simple, but the clarity is very rare among adults.

"Well, there is no need to change at all, just do it!" The abbot made a final decision.

Yun Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and this was half done.

So Yun Yan returned according to his memory and listed the monks he had contacted who he thought were more talented to do this, and then he added them clearly. A dozen people were recruited, and there were so many children who had never been formally ordained. There are all the monks in Duxuan, and they gather in a courtyard.

This can be regarded as a crash course in performance. These people are the first batch of disciples selected to go to Wazili to "promote the Dharma". If they succeed, they will be classified as vulgar monks, and they will be responsible for giving lectures in the future. .

In Wazili, among the artists who make money by "speaking", some talk about history—now the most popular is the history of the Three Kingdoms and the history of the Five Dynasties, which are deeply loved by the people. Dabble. There are also ridiculous words, similar to a later art form of "cross talk", which often ridicules current affairs in witty language.

But Yun Yanhui said that he had a relatively big appetite and hoped to include all these advantages. This is also what he combined with his own cognition in later generations and believed that it could be done.

Yunyanhui's arrangement is to divide the content into several categories.

The first is to teach sutras and turn Buddhist scriptures into popular stories. They must be appropriately adapted, moving, and rich in plot.

Second, talk about fighting zen, also called referral, to absorb the advantages of slander, abandon the excessive part of it, and change from "single cross talk" to "cross talk" or even "group cross talk", using multiple people appropriately. Actors, come to interpret the story of monks participating in Zen and fighting for wisdom.

—There have been many stories about the battle of wits between Su Dongpo and Buddha Yin in later generations, which are actually the concrete manifestation of the latter.

Yun Yan returned to claiming to seek advice from artisans, but he was actually doing the work of composing stories and silently writing paragraphs based on memory. Fortunately, this is a lecture, and many materials are in the Buddhist scriptures, as long as they are adapted.

Those monks and reserve officers who talked about the monks went to the wash house every day to listen to speeches, learn to figure out, and practice the books Yunyan got back when they came back, and it became very hot for a while.

After listening to the rehearsal twice, I became more concerned about the matter and came to sit down in person. He was originally the dominant person in this matter. With his identity, sitting there, no one dared to be lazy.

Originally, because Yun Yan returned to a young age, and his speech was not too hard, he usually had to act like a coquettish soft and hard bubble, but it was a lot better for him to show up for a while. He simply did not allow these monks to leave the hospital casually, so he had to train well.

The monks were transferred to this yard to live together and cultivate a tacit understanding. Two of the monks also had pets, so they both brought their pets for easy care.

One of the two monks is called Hui Nai and the other is Hui Bing. Hui Nai raises a dog, and Hui Bing raises a cat.

At first, the two of them got along quite happily. They knew each other earlier, but they weren't real brothers, so they were not familiar with each other. After coming to the same yard, they brought their pets, and they were a little close, and they often talked about cats and dogs together.

Gradually, the two of them have conflicts, and it is not pleasing to see each other.

Yun Yan learned about the reasons and found out that it was the cat party and the dog party. He almost had a black line. How could the cat-dog party stay the same for thousands of years? In modern times, he has two colleagues. When it comes to talking about which cat or dog is better, which one is the best in the pet world, it’s too noisy. Force other colleagues to stand in line.

At this moment, if you have to listen to them before wearing it for a thousand years, Yun Yan can't help it.

On this day, Hui Bing stopped him, "Junior Brother Yan, it is clear that Uncle Uncle punishes us for further training. You can help me by going to the market to buy me some cat food, and two fresh fish. , A few shrimps. By the way, buy another sepak takraw, the kind with matt squash in the middle."

At this time, you can buy related items on the street for any pet you keep. You know, there are many dog ​​slaves and cat slaves these days, and everything is needed, from cat food to cat toys.

Hui Nai passed by and sneered, "Junior brother, it's not early to repent, and it's not too tiring to pick up **** every day."

Hui Bing: "Yes, the dog doesn't need to pick up the shit, he will eat it."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Here again, the two quarreled again.

The arguing was so high that it had to take Yun Yan back to ask him to comment, and ask him which side he was on, whether it was better for a cat or a dog.

Yun Yan turned his head back and shouted: "Can you calm down, what's so noisy about it, whether it is a cat or a dog, can it be as cute as our Beibei?!"

Hui Nai, Hui Bing: "!"

Now the temple knows that Yunyan circulated a little bamboo bear with a strange coat color and raised it in the bamboo forest. They also looked at it a few times, but they didn’t think to their hearts. They never expected that Yan Geer was not a cat party or a dog party. , It's a bear party!

"You, Brother Yan, what nonsense are you talking about, can your bear compare to my raccoon slave?"

"Bamboo bear, thank you!" Yun Yan replied, "I wanted to say it a long time ago, don't talk about cats and dogs here all day, do you know what I raise? I raise a national treasure. , National treasure! Scaring you crazy!"

Hui Nai and Hui Bing looked at each other and said regretfully: "Brother Yan is crazy."

However, he walked away slowly.

Yun Yan returned to his place and exploded, "Don't ask me again next time!"

Tell the truth and say he is crazy, are you kidding me? How enviable he is!

Even so, Yun Yan went back and ran.

The reason why Daxiangguo Temple is so prosperous is that it is Bianhe Street outside and bordered by the Bianhe River. There is the largest wharf in Bianliang, where countless merchants come and go, and many trading places are naturally formed along the river.

Yun Yan ran back to the place Hui Bing often went to buy cat supplies, and picked out what Hui Bing wanted from the stall. In addition to cat food, most of them were cat toys and even cat climbing frames. .

Yun Yan glanced back at a booklet, and on the cover was a cat licking its tail.

The vendor yelled: "Children don't want to see."

He didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said that Yun Yan was more curious, he would open it when he grabbed it.

I saw a pair of cats on the yellowed paper, showing all kinds of idiots. Some raised their tails, revealing their round hairy eggs, and some hugged them together, biting their ears and licking their cheeks. The mood is lifelike, the painting is excellent, the beard and hair are fully displayed, and the face is red when he sees it.

Children don’t want to watch...

Yun Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and put the book back, completely speechless to these cat slaves.