"Aren't you worried?"

Lin Haiwen pinched the pen for a moment and put it on the pen mountain, "Wait a minute, my phone rang." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

He took out his mobile phone, pressed it, and put it back in his pocket, Shi Xiao, who was standing behind him, looked stupid.

Lin Haiwen looked at Qu Heng and Zheng Yi and apologized, before turning sideways and smiling gently at Zhang Yun, "Chairman Zhang, this is my army, in this short period of time, it is not easy to write a good poem." ”

Zhang Yun saw that he accosted him, of course he would not let him shirk it easily.

"It may be difficult for others, but for Mr. Lin, it can't be said to be difficult. Zhang Yun went to see Master Zhengyi, the abbot of Bailong Temple, "Master may not know that before the Mid-Autumn Festival, our Mr. Lin appeared on a poetry program on CCTV and made two and a half poems on the spot, both of which are excellent works." He also won the name of a poetic saint. Not to mention, a series of classic masterpieces such as "When Will There Be a Bright Moon" and "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" were before. Mr. Lin's poetry and talent are famous. It depends on Mr. Lin, whether he has this heart today. Hehehe. ”

In order to force Lin Haven to make a fool of himself on the spot, Zhang Yun couldn't care about praising him.

"It turns out that Chairman Zhang sees it this way," Lin Haiwen raised his eyebrows and looked at the other people, "From Chairman Zhang's article, I don't see that Chairman Zhang values my poetry so much." Look, is it the deep responsibility of love? huh?"

"Naturally, Mr. Lin is a poet, who can deny. Zhang Yun pointed to the pen and ink, "It's better to open our eyes." ”

"Good!"

Lin Haven turned around and pinched this fine southern pen, dipped it in thick ink, "I want to give Chairman Zhang this love and value, and I have to let you open your eyes."

"Title: White Dragon Temple, Hou Zen Temple

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first day shines on the high forest;

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty;

Wan Lai is silent here, but Yu Zhong chimes. ”

Calligraphy is like flowing clouds catching the moon, the poetry is consistent with the long wind, and the few people present seem to be surrounded by a burst of birdsong and leaves.

"Chairman Zhang, this one, I don't know if it can open your eyes?"

Whether it is Qu Heng, Vice Chairman Chen, or Master Zhengyi, they can't take care of Zhang Yun and Lin Haiwen's grievances at this time, so they all took two steps forward and couldn't hide their surprise at this work.

"Haiwen, Qiu Lin, come and see. Qu Heng greeted the executive director of the Calligraphers Association.

Director Qiu Lin walked over and took a look, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked at it carefully several times, "This, this is Lin, Mr. Lin's work?"

"Confused, isn't that what you just wrote?"

"I was astonished that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it came from a young man under the age of twenty. This line has already been styled by everyone, and in the Huaguo Calligraphy Association, there are few that can be compared with it. How did you practice this, how did you practice this?" The latter sentence was, of course, for Lin Haven.

"Hmmm......"

"Yes, don't say that you can practice it when you practice," Vice Chairman Chen personally attended the press conference of "Acura", and he had a good relationship with Lin Haven, and seemed to understand him better, so he stopped him with a smile and didn't let him answer. Then he went to look at Qiu Lin again, "Brother Qiu, don't judge this one with common sense." How to say that, the world of genius, we don't understand. ”

Qu Heng laughed twice, but his eyes never left the poem.

"I'm not proficient in calligraphy, but this poem. The style is simple and elegant, not ordinary. I think we are the same as Haiwen, we entered the ancient temple in the early morning, and also saw the high forest in the early sunshine, walked along the winding path, tasted the flowers and plants in the meditation room, listened to the birdsong, appreciated the merit pool, and also put the quiet and quiet light in the backyard, and also listened to the three rings of the bell. But for this taste, I got nothing, I got nothing, I am really ashamed to kill me. Masterpieces, masterpieces, rare masterpieces. ”

Master Zhengyi stood beside him and nodded in agreement, "What Mr. Qu said is right. However, in the eyes of me, a monk, the Zen of this poem made me even more breathtaking. The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, the pond shadow is empty, and all the sounds are silent, but the bell is chime. That's how much meditation is pursuing. ”

Lin Haven stood aside with a light smile, Wang Wei himself is a Zen master, and he is famous for "painting in poetry, poetry in painting", his poems look very comfortable, and it is easy to see that it is good. What's more, this poem is already one of his top works.

Zhang Yun was stupid.

What a stupidity!

Is it really written? Is it still a person?

He's not a fool, he's not a fool, he can see that this poem is good, and even if it's not that good, Qu Heng said so, Vice Chairman Chen also said so, Master Zhengyi has said that the realm has gone up. How can there be anything bad?

"Good poems, good intentions, good books, three good works. Congratulations to the Master, the White Dragon Temple has another work. ”

"Haha," Zheng Yi didn't know if it was intentional, and turned to look at Zhang Yun, "I have to thank Mr. Zhang Yun, otherwise Bailong Temple will miss this song." ”

Zhang Yun had no choice but to laugh dryly twice, holding back the burning heat on his face.

"Please Mr. Lin use a seal. Zheng Yi pushed the ink, beckoned a little novice to come in, and after saying a few words, the little monk ran out again.

Chu Weiwei watched Lin Haven take out the seal of the Qingliang Mountain Man, and she didn't know why a proud emotion suddenly surged up - this is the seal I gave him. But immediately glared at Lin Haven's back secretly, he also said that his calligraphy was not good, but he didn't expect that the writing was so good, hateful.

When Lin Haven used the seal, he took away the paper. The little novice came in and brought a few scriptures.

"Today, Mr. Lin presented a masterpiece, and the temple also has a little heart. "The Buddha Says the Amitabha Sutra", "The Lotus Sutra" and "The Prajna Sutra" are each a copy, all of which are handwritten by the monks of this temple in the Tibetan scripture hall. ”

Hand copy scriptures of White Dragon Temple!

Even Qu Heng was a little envious, the ink of the White Dragon Temple was specially made, and there was a secret recipe for copying scriptures that had been passed down for thousands of years, which could not change color for hundreds of years. There was once a copy of the White Dragon Temple unearthed, the pieces of paper are rotten, and there are still fragments of the scriptures, one word, one word, the ink is as new as new - since then it has become famous.

"Thank you, Mage. ”

Holding these three scriptures, Lin Haven was in a trance. They were all inherited from India and existed in the original world. The two worlds, in this mysterious Buddha hall, seem to be connected. He shook his head and smiled, and handed the scripture to Chu Weiwei.

"Mr. Zhang Yun said that people's hearts are full of dirt and dirt, and if they don't sweep, they can't see what they are dirty. I have two Buddhist verses, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhang to comment on them, which can be regarded as a thank you to the Venerable Master for giving him the scriptures. ”

After finishing speaking, Lin Haven started writing again.

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, always wipe diligently, do not let there be dust. ”

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform;

"Mr. Zhang, do you need to wipe your heart diligently?" )