"Thank you for your guidance, I don't know where the two of you are, and you will send a thank-you service another day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Obviously, he was rejected by Yu Mo like this, but he still didn't give up, and Yan Hui didn't know whether to sigh for the other party's persistence, or he didn't have the strength to see.

However, seeing that Yu Mo was angry, Yan Hui lost the interest in playing.

"Meeting is fate, the girl is in love......"

Seeing that Yan Hui and his party walked away directly, the woman couldn't help but clench the handkerchief in her hand.

This person is really angry, especially the person next to her, who seems to be a humble gentleman, but he has pointed out a wrong path for himself.

"Miss, are we really going to take the path that the boy pointed out?" the maid looked at the overgrown path.

"What a pig brain. ”

The woman looked at the maidservant behind her and was even more furious.

She held the handmaid's arm, secretly pinched it, and after some anger in her heart, she brushed the hair scattered on her sideburns as if nothing happened, and returned to the appearance of everyone's beautiful lady.

"I heard that the mountain behind Putuo Temple is full of plum forests, and the scenery is very good, so let's go there and have a look. ”

"Yes, the servant obeys. ”

Although Putuo Temple is a temple, it is said that even when the emperor was in power, it was also very respected, and even the plaque hanging on the gate was written by the emperor himself.

I don't know much about calligraphy Yan Hui, but according to Yu Mo's staring at the plaque, I think the words written by Emperor Mingde's father should be very interesting.

But......

Yan looked back at the sun above his head, now that the sun is already in the sky, why is the door of this temple closed?

"Putuo Temple does not open the temple door on weekdays unless it is the fifteenth day of the new year. It was Yu Mo who spoke.

"Since the door of this temple is not open, how can we enter? ”

"Mother doesn't have to be anxious, although this Putuo Temple does not open the temple door on weekdays, but it is not without exception. ”

Yu Mo said and pointed to the courtyard wall on the side, only to see two yellow prayer flags spread down from the courtyard wall, but on one of the prayer flags was half a couplet.

Let's not talk about whether Yan Hui can match it, just say that the cursive script on the prayer flag, let alone recognize it, she can count the words after reading it for a while.

"Yu Mo, don't tell me, the rule set by this host is that you can only enter if you go out of the next link. ”

"Mother said very well, the rules set by the host are indeed true. ”

"Since this is the case, I bother Mo'er to go and have a look, thinking that Mo'er usually reads poetry and books, and this pair should be no problem. ”

Who knew that Yu Mo refused.

"Mother, the wrong couplet is secondary, and it is important to leave the couplet on the prayer flag?"

Yan Hui was a little puzzled when he heard it, could it be that the prayer flag was made of an umbrella, waterproof, sunproof, and pollution-proof?

Yan Hui was puzzled, and he heard a boy with a folding fan beside him, shaking his head and reading the couplet.

"This is not a spiritual mountain, after all, what a world."

The boy just read out the couplet, but he put a folding fan in his hand, "The presiding abbot's couplet is really wonderful, wonderful." ”

He groaned, as if he was confident, "I am not talented, but I want to be the worshipper of this Putuo Temple today." ”

As he spoke, the man stepped forward and picked up the brush that was placed under the prayer flag, and with a stroke of his pen, wrote a couplet on another prayer flag.

Forgive Yan Hui for his limited knowledge, the words written by this boy are only better than the previous couplet, and the ghostly font is even beyond the scope of cursive writing.

But there were already a few people around, looking at the couplets written by Brother Gongzi and applauding.

"Let's go somewhere else. ”

Yan Hui really can't appreciate such creatures as ancient literati and ink writers! Compared to them, I am just a layman.

"Madame, look at the prayer flag. Lychee on the side pointed forward in surprise.

Yan Hui followed the past and saw that the couplet that the scholar had written earlier had disappeared little by little on the prayer flag, until it faded into a blank space.

"I heard that the couplet written on the prayer flag, once the writing is not in harmony with the host's mind, the ink will automatically disappear, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"I saw it the last time I came, and this time I brought my wife and daughter with me to witness this miracle. ”

"Putuo Temple is worthy of the respect of the first emperor, and there is indeed a spirit, and the abbot of this presiding priest can't say that it is the reincarnation of the living Buddha......

The louder the praise around him, Yan Hui frowned when he heard it, no matter how he looked at the host of this Putuo Temple, it seemed that he was pretending to be a ghost and grandstanding.

It cannot be denied that it is not difficult to see from the fanatical pilgrims around him that he has really done a very successful job.

One believeth is deception, and all believe is faith.

"Madam, is this really a miracle?" Even Lychee shook a little when she saw this.

"Then Lychee wants to break this miracle?"

What does Madame mean by that?

Even Yu Mo, who was on the side, looked at Yan Hui when she heard this, although it was not difficult for this ink to disappear, but she actually had a way to crack it?

Yan Hui smiled when he saw this, "This method is not difficult, but it is not suitable for me to do." ”

Just when everyone praised the spirit of this Putuo Temple, they saw a maid walk out of the crowd and go towards the prayer flag.

"This woman wants to break this couplet?"

"I don't know whose girl is so bold. ”

Listening to the surrounding words, Lychee clenched the corners of her sleeves nervously, she secretly looked behind her, and saw Yan Hui looking at her encouragingly.

Lychee made up her mind, but instead of holding the brush, she picked up the ink ingot in the inkstone and grinded it one by one.

The surrounding discussion was still intensifying, but Lychee's hand became more and more calm and steady as he grinded the ink ingot.

As long as you do what Madame says, you will definitely succeed.

When the ink in the inkstone was almost overflowing, Lychee stopped moving.

The tip of the pen is evenly dipped in thick ink in the inkstone, and Lychee holds the brush and stands in front of the prayer flag.

A line of delicate hairpins moved out from the downstream of the pen, and there were not many words in Lychee Xi, but they were written by Yan Hui one by one, so her handwriting was at least three points like Yan Hui.

After sketching the last stroke, Lychee put the brush back on the shelf.

At first, the couplet on the prayer flag didn't seem to be any different from that child.

The ink on the prayer flags began to fade little by little, and just when everyone was lamenting that the couplet did not suit the presiding officer's wishes, they saw that after the ink had receded, a line of red letters appeared on the prayer flags.

Such a gorgeous color, like a peach blossom that blooms to luxury, blooms with a scorching color.

Everyone was looking at the couplet written by Lychee, and they were amazed that someone had broken the miracle, but they ignored Lychee, which had re-buried in the crowd.

"Madam, it's all done. ”

Yan Hui nodded, "Since that's the case, then let's go." ”

"Mother doesn't want to stay and see the results?"

"What is there to see. Yan replied, "It's just a temple that sells its reputation and fame, pretending to be a ghost, such a good weather should be used to have a good time, why waste it on such an inconsequential matter." ”

The three of them walked farther and farther as they spoke, leaving only a line on the prayer flag:

If there is no living Buddha among them, why is it so solemn......