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Absolute through the ages, as the name suggests, is from the ancients, and no one has been able to do it so far. "Absolute" has two characteristics: First, it has been handed down among the people for a long time, some have been right, and some have not yet been right. Second, it is very difficult, and everything that can be called "absolute" always has some "eccentric" conditions.

The Buddha is so suspicious, and he has to say that his vision is very accurate, this is an eternal absolute that Wang Xiaofan found.

However, Wang Xiaofan still sneered: "Forever, it's a pair that no one can match, isn't it?"

Seeing his sharp eyes and full of confidence, the Buddha couldn't help but be afraid, but he said forcefully: "Of course, absolutely, absolutely, if someone can come up, how can it be called absolute?"

"Sell Lan Nan in Nanping, and Lan Ling is rare in Nanping. Wang Xiaofan casually matched the couplet.

This downlink was a whim when he was in Nanping when he bought Sanjing brand calcium gluconate.

Although it is not as subtle as Shanglian, it can be regarded as neat.

Wang Xiaofan smiled coldly and said: "Shi Chan, what you said is absolute, I am right now, should you fulfill your promise?"

At this moment, there was silence in the Great Hall.

According to the agreement, if the Buddha loses, then he has to kneel down and apologize.

What is the identity of Shakti?

If he was asked to kneel down and apologize, it would really lose the face of the entire emperor.

Luo Hao, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly stood up again and said: "Wang Xiaofan, what if you win this game? Your skills for this pair are good, but you attack the weaknesses of the Buddha with your own strengths, this game is really a little unfair." ”

Wang Xiaofan smiled and said: "My strength is the pair? Why didn't I know before? Besides, how did I hear that the strength of Shi Chan is precisely the couplet? Dead fat man, I know that when you say this, you don't want Shi Chan to fulfill his promise." Okay! Then I'll give this Buddha another chance, and we'll have another game, and we'll win or lose! I'll convince you of the loss!"

Losing to Wang Xiaofan, Shi Chan also felt that his face was gloomy.

Now Wang Xiaofan is so arrogant that he does not retain his existing advantages, but instead says, "Give him a chance", to compete again, Shi Chan is also full of energy, and wants to win Wang Xiaofan.

"What a sharp tooth and sharp mouth! I can't compare to you in pairs, but I don't believe it, and I can't win against you in other aspects! Say, what do you want to compare?" Shi Chan snorted coldly.

Wang Xiaofan glanced at the middle-aged woman whose head was almost buried in her knees, desperately not wanting people to find her, took a few deep breaths, and said to Shi Chan: "Since you believe in Buddhism, how about you and I use modern poetry to show loyalty to the Buddha?

Despise!

The contempt of the red fruit!

Wang Xiaofan, a person who does not believe in Buddhism, actually wants to compare his loyalty to the Buddha with those who have been attending Buddhism all the year round!

Moreover, this person is still a Buddha known as the "reincarnated living Buddha"!

This is simply so arrogant that it is impossible to look at it directly!

The Buddha was also angry by his attitude, waved his robe, and the Buddha said: "Okay, let's explain first, I have already made a poem loyal to the Buddha before, and it has been recommended by the Writers' Association and published in a special magazine for Buddhist people to read. If you want to change the subject, it's still too late, don't say I'm bullying you when the time comes. ”

Wang Xiaofan shook his head and smiled: "Your so-called Buddha and my so-called Buddha are not the same thing at all. The Buddha you believe in is only the selfish desires of your heart, and the Buddha I am talking about is the love of the world. If you want to say bullying, you can only say that I bullied you!"

"Okay! Okay! You doubt what I believe and serve all my life, so today, let's make this Buddha clear in the way of poetry!"

"Come on, come on, I'll argue with you about the Buddha!" Wang Xiaofan coldly threw an ancient sentence to the Buddha.

After hearing this, the Buddha straightened out his clothes, calmed down his emotions, and recited his widely circulated poem "Me and the Buddha" with an extremely fanatical attitude.

The one in the poem seems to be related to the Buddha in the previous life, and it is not until this life that he is considered enlightened, escapes into the empty door, and carefully serves the Buddha.

However, the poem is too explicit to express the ruthlessness and indifference of the Buddha that Shakzen believes, which is the same as others, who only care about their own glory and do not care about the happiness of others.

After he finished chanting, Wang Xiaofan shook his head.

The Buddha was a little unconvinced and said, "What? Do you think the poems I made are bad?"

Wang Xiaofan only said three words: "False! False!"

"Okay, since that's the case, then I really want to hear your poems, how is it true?" said the Buddha angrily.

Wang Xiaofan walked to the front of the stage, his eyes staring at the middle-aged woman who bowed her head and was silent.

When he was staring at the woman before, everyone thought he was looking at Bai Lan, but now, everyone finally noticed that Wang Xiaofan was actually staring at the shabby-dressed middle-aged woman next to Bai Lan.

Shi Chan looked at the somewhat familiar figure, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

And at this time, Wang Xiaofan's voice finally sounded: "I am an atheist, and I don't believe in the Buddha in the mouth of the world." The Buddha I believe in is the person I love and the person who loves me. “

After a pause, Wang Xiaofan slowly recited a peerless work that made everyone present unable to move their faces.

"On that day,

I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall,

Suddenly I heard the mantra you chanted. “

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, Shi Zen was a little confused.

Wang Xiaofan has already said that he doesn't believe in Buddhism, why do he still compose poems from the perspective of believers?

Or is it ......

Is he writing poetry from someone else's point of view?

"That January,

I shake all the prayer cylinders,

Not for excess,

Just to touch your fingertips. “

When she heard this poem, the middle-aged woman in the audience, who originally bowed her head and didn't dare to raise it, couldn't help but tremble.

She could tell that this poem was made for her.

"That year,

Kowtowing on the mountain road,

Not for the sake of an audience,

Just to stick to your warmth. “

A faint sadness permeated the four corners of the Great Hall, and some people who couldn't control their emotions were already moist in the corners of their eyes.

This poem, just like Wang Xiaofan said, people who believe in Buddhism feel that they are showing loyalty to the Buddha, but those who do not believe in Buddhism sound like a love poem.

At this moment, the Buddha couldn't help but be moved by the lingering Zen in the poem.

He is a literary master, no matter how proud he is, no matter how much he looks down on people, he can distinguish the quality of poetry better than ordinary people.

The poem only recited three sentences, as if a year had passed.

When this poem was recited here, the Buddha had already sighed in his heart, and he ......

Already lost!

Wang Xiaofan looked around, but remembered all kinds of things in the past.

He thought of the scene when he and Yang Chan met for the first time.

At that time, not only did her appearance feel ugly because of the birthmark, but she was also very well-dressed.

In the days when she was with her, this girl had been like an angel, silently doing what she could for herself.

She has low self-esteem, and every time she feels that being with herself is a gift from God.

She is kind, will go to pity a person she doesn't know, and will even help some stray kittens and puppies.

Although she kept saying that she was useless, she couldn't do anything for herself, she could only do some household chores.

But every time I have troubles outside and feel depressed, as long as I take her into my arms, smell the fragrance on her body, and taste the sweetness of her small mouth, at that moment, all my troubles will disappear.

In this life, it is my Wang Xiaofan's greatest luck to meet you.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaofan continued to chant:

"In that life,

Turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda,

Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife,

Just to see you on the way. “

When she heard this, the middle-aged woman in the audience finally couldn't help it, raised her head, looked at Shi Chan and cried.

And when Sha Chan saw the familiar face that was already covered with green silk and haggard, his heart was in turmoil.

"How could it be her!! how could it be her!!" Shakzen didn't dare to look at the crying familiar face, so he had to close his eyes and pretend not to see her.

But his trembling hands were put together, and he had betrayed him.

At this moment, the speed of Wang Xiaofan's chanting gradually increased:

"At that moment,

I raise the wind horse,

Not for begging,

Just waiting for your arrival.

On that day,

Build up the mani pile,

Not for the cultivation of virtue,

Just to cast the pebbles of your heart's lake.

That night,

Listen to the Sanskrit chant for a night,

Not for enlightenment,

Just to find a breath of your breath.

At that moment,

I flew into immortals,

Not for immortality,

To bless you with peace and joy. “

Slightly melancholy poems echoed in all directions of the Great Hall.

At this moment, all the people are already stupid to listen.

On the podium, that young man, how romantic, and how crazy!

The person in his poem, for the sake of the Buddha in his heart, can live his whole life without stopping, just for what he thinks and thinks in his heart.

Bai Lan's eyes were already confused when she looked at Wang Xiaofan at this moment.

Drunk, really drunk this time.

Why is there such a talented man in the world?

Bai Lan, who had never been moved by any man, couldn't help but move at this moment, the spring heart that had been frozen for many years.

Bai Lan, a mature beauty who has experienced the impermanence of the world, is already like this, not to mention the other girls present.

The girls of the Chinese Academy have long looked at Wang Xiaofan with a look of admiration.

They don't know what about the boys, but they have already thrown themselves to the ground for the five bodies that Wang Xiaofan admires.

And the beauties of the Conservatory, not to mention, have feverish tears in their eyes, savoring the romance brought by Wang Xiaofan's poems.

They can't help but think that if they can marry such a man, how romantic and dreamlike their lives will be in the future!

(A new round of crackdown is about to start again, and the editor in charge told me that I must thoroughly check the harmonious words from beginning to end, otherwise I will have to delete the book, and I can only stay up late to revise these days, so I can only keep two changes every day.) When I survive this crackdown, and after revising all the chapters, I will resume the three changes. Ay...... Speechless...... ）