"Click!"

After seeing Guo Dalu, the old monk was shocked, the purple clay pot in his hand burst into a ball of sand powder, and the tea inside was about to burst open, at this time, whether it was Li Jiusan, the old monk, or a few bodyguards standing outside, they were all taken aback.

The old monk wanted to stop it too late, and when he saw that these hot tea were about to burst onto Li Jiu's three-sided door, suddenly a figure flashed, and the sand powder tea soup that exploded suddenly condensed in the air, and then suddenly closed to the middle, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to a complete state that had not been broken before.

Guo Dalu's voice came from the middle, "I said Lao Sha, why are you so careless? You are so old, and you are still so careless in doing things, how can you let me rest assured?"

He handed the teapot in his hand to the old monk slightly, "The distinguished guest is in front, why are you so reckless, why don't you go and change the teapot quickly?"

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

Looking at the teapot in Guo Dalu's hand, the old monk was shocked, and his heart was dripping blood, "My three-hundred-year-old purple sand is a rare masterpiece of Master Zhang Nian! As soon as this demon king of the mixed world comes to me, the old monk will be ruined and unlucky! However, it did not hurt Minister Li Jiusan, but it is a blessing in misfortune! This Guo Dalu was able to condense the sand powder tea soup in the air again, this skill is really terrifying!"

This old monk is the presiding officer of Dajue Temple, Shahai Zen Master, the old monk pretends to be elegant, likes to play the piano and drink tea the most, and the Go is also good, and is called the three unique holy monks by the good men and women in the red dust, and the pilgrims call it the three unique holy monks, and they are very famous in the entire Yuhang cultural circle.

However, this is only the situation on the bright side of the Dajue Temple, in fact, in the entire southern martial arts, the status of the Dajue Temple is almost the same as the Qingniu View, and the martial arts of the temple are in their own vein, which is very different from the Shaolin heart, but the power is not inferior to Shaolin Kung Fu.

When Guo Dalu was wandering the rivers and lakes, he came to this Dajue Temple to learn martial arts.

At that time, the monk Shahai estimated that it was because he had been flattered by some cultural people in Yuhang for a long time, and he didn't know why, seeing that Guo Dalu was young, he was extremely contemptuous, and he didn't look at Guo Dalu's challenge, and he didn't even bother to ask his name, but said: "The old man is in the red dust, and his heart is in the West." Now the body and mind are one, exquisitely clear, in harmony with heaven and earth, and when you stand on the ground with your feet, you are connected to the earth. I'm standing here now, if the little donor can scatter Lao Kui's footsteps and have to move, then he is qualified to fight with me, otherwise, you need to burn incense and kowtow to my Buddha in the Mahavira Hall before you can leave. ”

As a result, as soon as he stood firmly, he was pushed out by Guo Dalu with a palm, his body flew off the ground, directly crashed into the Ming Palace, fell into the backyard of more than ten meters, and woke up after being in a coma for three days.

Since then, Shahai was afraid when he saw Guo Dalu, he would always look like a virtuous monk in front of others, but in front of Guo Dalu, he was sincerely afraid, for fear that Guo Dalu would be in a bad mood, so he stretched out his hand to himself again, and it was estimated that the old monk would die on the spot.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Sha Hai looked at the teapot in Guo Dalu's hand, sweated on his forehead for a moment, and bowed to Li Jiusan, who was surprised, "Minister Li, I'm really sorry, the old monk's pot is estimated to be too long, and it is rotten and can't be used, wait for me to replace it with a new pot and make tea for you!"

He took the teapot from Guo Dalu's hand in shock, and found that the teapot was extremely solid at this time, and he couldn't see any damage at all.

He had just taken a few steps out of the door when the teapot in his hand suddenly made a soft sound, collapsing in an instant, forming a stream of water vapor in an instant, and only a handful of sand powder fell from his hand.

The beads that Sha Hai saw were about to pop out, "Amitabha, Amitabha, this demon king of the mixed world is getting more and more powerful!

In the side room, Li Jiusan glanced at Guo Dalu with a funny look, "What's the matter? What is it that a monk is hindering you? You see that the master is scared!"

Guo Dalu shouted: "It's not to save you! I can't come up, the old monk has a pot of water all over your face!"

At this time, Qin Warriors, Lei Yu and the others reacted, and there was a little more surprise in their eyes when they looked at Guo Dalu.

When Guo Dalu was standing with them just now, he was still at the door, and there was at least five or six meters away from Li Jiusan and Master Shahai, but this distance of five or six meters was crossed by Guo Dalu in one step, and his body did not seem to be very fast or abrupt in everyone's senses, and everyone didn't even feel anything wrong at first.

But it wasn't until Guo Dalu handed the teapot in his hand to Shahai that they felt that something was wrong, how could the purple clay pot that had been shattered and splashed suddenly return to its original state? Could it be that what they saw just now was just an illusion?

How did he do it?

At this moment, several people thought of Guo Dalu's identity as a martial arts artist, "Could it be that the kung fu in the martial arts he wrote really exists in reality? Could it be that Guo Dalu himself is a master of martial arts?"

When they thought about it, their eyes naturally revealed, so the eyes of these three people looking at Guo Dalu were full of surprise, disbelief, curiosity, surprise and many other emotions, which were really difficult to describe.

Li Jiusan saw that everyone was coming, and immediately beckoned: "Everyone sit down, Master Shahai's tea art is a must, you will let us taste it together!"

He smiled and said: "Let's also be an elegant person today, burn incense and listen to the piano, taste tea and talk about Taoism, and learn from the ancients." ”

Guo Dalu said: "Your expression is not very accurate, this should be called stealing half a day!"

Li Jiusan's eyes lit up, clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, good, it's still good as the road said!

Lei Yu, Xi Longgu, and Qin Warriors also applauded at the same time, and they all felt that Guo Dalu's first prize in poetry was indeed well deserved, and it was really a witty remark that was different.

Lei Yu's favorite poem, after listening to Guo Dalu's words, he suddenly became interested, "Dalu, this seems to be a fragment of a poem, do you have a whole poem? Say it for everyone to hear!"

Guo Dalu smiled: "What's all the fuss about a poem?"

He patted his belly, "There is so much in the belly of the Sprinkle family!"

The monk of Shahai pretends to be elegant, and at this time there is not only a tea set in this meditation room, but also a guqin chessboard and danqing gouache. There are also four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study, so as to facilitate the literati to take pen to souvenir.

At that moment, Guo Dalu walked to the bookcase, looked at everyone, and said, "If you want my poems, you have to study ink for me, which of you will come over?"

Li Jiusan got up and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, what a big shelf, okay, I'll grind ink!"

Guo Dalu said: "Hey, if you were in ancient times, you would be an important minister of the first rank of the three princes of the dynasty, and you would be the prime minister." Today, the prime minister of the dynasty is studying ink for me, and this matter should be a good story!"

Just when Li Jiusan rolled up his sleeves to study the ink, the old monk Shahai had already re-brewed a pot of tea, sitting behind the lyre, "Xianweng Xianweng" played the piano, the sound of the piano was melodious, filling the entire meditation room, and the green smoke curled on the incense, and suddenly a kind of artistic conception of dust removal emerged in everyone's hearts, and for a moment the pampering and humiliation were forgotten, the body and mind were silent, and the heart was indescribably stable and peaceful.

There was only the sound of the piano and the slight rustle of the ink, and although the whole meditation room was resounding, it seemed more and more clean.

I don't know how long it took, Li Jiusan woke up, looked down at the inkstone, and the ink had already been polished.

Li Jiusan sighed softly, "This is called cheesy and disappears!

He looked at Guo Dalu, "Boy, the ink is polished, let's start writing!"

Guo Dalu paved the rice paper, licked the ink, and immediately wrote a poem.

When Guo Dalu was writing poems, everyone gathered around.

I saw Guo Dalu holding a pen with his wrist hanging on his wrist, and through the back of the paper, a line of big characters had been written out by him.

Everyone didn't read the poem first, but couldn't help but applaud just by looking at the word.

The literati who write books, there are few people who do not understand calligraphy, see Guo Dalu's words elegant and vigorous, between the dot paintings show everyone's demeanor, fluttering like a frightening Hong, pretentious like a dragon, just looking at the strokes gives people a great enjoyment, it seems that every stroke of every painting, is like a picture scroll in general, with magnificent mountains and rivers, invincible scenery.

It was only after Guo Dalu finished writing that everyone retracted their spirit from these strokes, and they only cared about reading the words just now, but they ignored the written meaning of these words.

At this time, I looked intently, and a small poem was written on the rice paper in line:

In drunken dreams all day long,

Suddenly, I heard that the spring was strong and mountaineering.

Because of the bamboo courtyard and the monk's house,

Stealing half a day's leisure.

After Li Jiusan watched it for a long time, he sighed again and smiled at everyone: "With this poem today, it is estimated that it can really become a good story, and I am afraid that your and my names will be known to future generations because of this poem." ”

He looked at the poem on the rice paper, and then turned his head to look at the old monk of Shahai who stopped playing the piano, "Dajue Temple is so blessed." ”

ps: I'm going to attend two weddings in the past two days, and the update may not be on time, so forgive me.