In the team of famous experts, there are not only one or two people who know Lin Haven, and when they hear him say "Sven", they all feel a little explosive. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When did Lin Haven have a relationship with Sven?

Tang Hui couldn't accept a word from him, and Zhang Zhilin's face certainly changed a little, but the old man would not get angry, after all, once the fire started, Lin Haven was not his filial son and grandson, and when the time came, he would have no good fruit to eat. However, the old man's interest also made Lin Haven sure that this person is definitely not an old fool, but pretending to be confused.

Why?

Just look at him and don't get used to him?

There is still an inexplicable hatred than him--could it be that this old man also has a villain valley system? But looking at the bird-like appearance of him, it is unlikely.

"Hehe, my body is still tough, we are engaged in art, we must be in close contact with the people's life, and all things in nature, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes that are divorced from reality, and we will not be able to faithfully reflect our social development and natural scenery, right? "The old man is kind of funny.

Lin Haiwen's expression became serious, and he looked at Tang Hui: "Did Xiao Tang hear it? What Zhang Lao said is insightful, you are not yet in the heat of your kind of art, especially you can't be fascinated by the prosperous world, you must be calm and calm." ”

Tang Hui: What can I do? I'm desperate.

As the bottom of the food chain, the old man sarcastically mocked Lin Haven, and if Lin Haven could copy it to him, he could only swallow it himself, only a little bitter.

The old man changed the subject.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, you young people have your own future, I won't say more. Zhang Lao's face warmed up: "Xiaolin, when I was chatting with a few people just now, I talked about your poem, which is called "Title Bailong Temple Houzen Courtyard"? However, this poem, let's listen to it, and the scenery in front of us is different, only to remember that the White Dragon Temple here is not the White Dragon Temple in Los Angeles, but the White Dragon Temple in the capital. Our White Dragon Temple in Los Angeles is the ancestral court of the Buddha, Xiaolin turned out that you wrote the capital and did not write about Los Angeles, how bad is this, our Master Zhengjue is also here, you can't shirk it. ”

Oh hehe, it turned out to be here.

A long time ago, he and Qi Hui went to Bailong Temple together, but they met Qu Heng, and there was Lin Haiwen's opponent Zhang Yun at that time, and later developed to write poems, Lin Haven wrote a "Title Bailong Temple Houzen Courtyard", this poem was later included in the "Bright Moon Shines on the River" poetry collection, which is one of Lin Haiwen's masterpieces and has been widely circulated.

The White Dragon Temple in Los Angeles has long been lonely, and naturally it can't compare to the weather in the capital, and the scenery of the two places is of course different.

"How is it, Xiao Lin, when you come here today, Master Enlightenment has all the pen and ink ready. ”

Master Zhengjue is a monk in his fifties, and Master Zhengyi of Bailong Temple in the capital should still be of the same generation, but he is not as prominent as Master Zhengyi. Listening to Zhang Zhilin at this time, he also looked at Lin Haven with a smile, for him, it is nothing new for the limelight of the White Dragon Temple to be snatched away by the one in the capital, and it did not start with his current host. In fact, from the construction of the White Dragon Temple in the capital to the present, this process has been happening.

But if Lin Haven can give him a famous poem, if nothing else, the incense money will be a lot more.

For example, the White Dragon Temple in the capital now has the peripheral products of the poem - I didn't ask Lin Haven for authorization, maybe I think he has given the poem to the White Dragon Temple.

"Poetry is not something that exists. ”

"This is the case for others, but you are not like this, Xiaolin. ”

"What? Zhang Lao thinks that good poetry is a bubble of when I come to me, and I pull it out when I want to? In fact, even if it is a bubble of, my stomach is empty, and it doesn't have it. ”

“……”

Sure enough, this kind of thing like Sven has nothing to do with Lin Haven.

"Host Zhengjue, it's really a coincidence today, the poetry hasn't arrived, let's leave it for later. ”

Zhengjue clasped his hands together: "It all depends on the fate, and it is good that Lord Lin has a heart." ”

was ended by Lin Haiwen's soaking of, Zhang Lao was not so active next, and said halfway that he was unwell and wanted to go back to the car to rest first. Lin Haven cared for a few words, and by the way, he said a few words about Tang Hui, and then rushed over to take care of his master, which was finally much more refreshing.

The scenery of the White Dragon Temple in Los Angeles is naturally incomparable with the capital, but Los Angeles also has its own characteristics, one of their small wooden buildings, is one of the oldest wooden buildings in China, just a little smaller, the big ones have been burned down and destroyed, only such a little big, said that the building is only one floor. However, for artists like Lin Haven, the value of this small building is more important than the others.

Since Master Zhang left, he has been explaining to him beside him, and his mouth is still very neat, obviously he has said it many times, but it is indeed quite detailed and rigorous, and many historical longitudes and latitudes are well-founded. Some knowledge of architecture, what cornices and wedges, also say that the head is the Tao. Others don't have so much to do with Zhang Zhilin, and no one has to serve Zhengjue personally.

It wasn't until the end of his stop that Venerable Enlightenment had something to say.

"Oh, do you mean the White Dragon Temple, the one in the Patriarch Hall in the capital?"

"It's the Buddha verse of 'there is nothing in the first place, where is the dust'. "Master Zhengjue wanted to get one earlier, but let him make a copy from the capital, and he couldn't let go of this face, so he had to go from Lin Haven. He also thought about coming through Zhonghe Province, but before the temple renovation was completed, Lin Haven personally came to collect the wind, and the opportunity was just right.

"Okay. ”

Lin Haiwen just remembered that the White Dragon Temple in the capital didn't ask him for authorization, so he sat on the periphery of "Houzen Courtyard".

Master Jue didn't expect it to be so crisp, but he was really ready, after all, the group of people who came today were different.

"Yo, Haiwen is going to keep Mobao?" Jiang Tao noticed first, and then soon many people gathered.

"Write a letter. ”

Compared with the time of the White Dragon Temple a few years ago, Lin Haiwen's calligraphy attainments today have been upgraded to a level, almost the world's top level.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust"

Signed, printed.

"Okay!" Qiu Lin of the Book Association praised and sighed again: "Mr. Lin's word, Jinyi is so big, the first time you wrote this Buddhist verse, I was also on the side, it has only been a few years, it really makes me feel that I have lived in vain." ”

Jiang Tao was happy: "You are not the only one who lives in vain." ”

So, in the back seat of the Zhike Hall of the entire White Dragon Temple, a group of people are all saying that they have lived in vain - it's really weird.