"When the third lady donated incense money, it seemed that she didn't donate enough, and then she was beaten back by the master in the temple."

Rubao naturally told her the truth what she heard, but what Rubao heard didn't mean it was true!

At this moment, in the Buddha hall, Lin Rong was naturally in a hurry, obviously doing what the old lady had explained, but when the incense money was donated, he was stopped by the master in the temple.

It turned out that the old lady didn't explain how much incense money she wanted this time, but just told Lin Rong to go to the Buddha Hall to make an appointment number, Lin Rong naturally didn't dare to refute the old lady's meaning, and when Lin Rong took the little maid to the Buddha Hall, she found that the original reservation number was the meaning of the incense, and the old lady didn't say, where did Lin Rong know.

Sandwiched between a group of dignitaries and noble ladies and ladies, Lin Rong is embarrassed, so go back to the old lady, right? I was afraid that it would come to me at any time, so I had to temporarily take out all the silver on my body, and Yuan thought about it a lot, after all, there was incense in the temple, and this incense was also a matter of fate, mainly caring about a mind.

But who knows that the problem lies in this incense silver, even if others have cash silver, most of them are packed in boxes and cages, this is called not colliding with the Buddha, Lin Rong just came out with the silver with his bare hands, not to mention how much, the master in charge of the Buddha hall immediately blackened his face.

Looking at the silver again, it is not much, but it is only two taels of silver, that master is already oily, and he has seen a lot of small money and small wealth, seeing that Lin Rong is holding this little silver, he is naturally even more unhappy, so he directly does not give the appointment card, waved his hand, and said, "The little donor Buddha has not arrived!" ”

So Lin Rong, who was in a hurry, didn't know what to do.

Here, Rubao went back to make a small report to the old lady, and over there, the old lady was going to look for Lin Zhiyu in the afternoon, but she saw that it was dark but she hadn't seen Lin Zhiyu's figure yet.

It turned out that after leaving the little boy's wing, Lin Zhiyu did not go back to the house, thinking that he had never seen this temple before, and what was the difference between the ancient temple and the 21st century, so he walked out of the back wing room and wandered around alone.

Before he knew it, he walked away, at first Lin Zhiyu could still identify the direction, but after entering a few Buddhist halls, he sat down and listened to the scriptures for a while, and when he came out of the Buddhist hall again, Lin Zhiyu found that he couldn't find the north.

Fortunately, it was still early, thinking that Zuo was just in the temple, and he was not in a hurry, he just walked forward casually.

It's just that as soon as I walked like this, the more I went to the premise, the more quiet it became, and even one or two passing monks before were gone, but Lin Zhiyu didn't notice it, I only felt that this place was very quiet and elegant, and in the winter evening, I breathed the unique smell of incense and candles in the temple, which made people feel awe.

I just happened to see that there is a flat-bottomed Buddha hall in front, it seems to be a little different from the previous one, the front is quite brilliant, inlaid with gold and silver, and you can feel a burst of Buddha light and treasure from afar.

And the Buddha hall in front of him looks much more rustic, and if it weren't for the environment of this temple, Lin Zhuyu might not have associated it with the Buddha hall. So without thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't miss this unique scenery, so Lin Zhiyu walked directly in.

Entering the Buddha hall, quietly, there is not a single monk, but a lot of ink treasures that look like they should be famous are hung on the main hall, and there seems to be a case for people to do poetry and painting next to it.

Suddenly, Lin Zhuyu was attracted by such a magnificent masterpiece, staring intently at these calligraphy and paintings and began to appreciate them, and from time to time there was a sound.

To say that she is a twelve-year-old girl in ancient times, and she has not learned much poetry and books, it is naturally not a simple matter to understand the meaning of these calligraphy and paintings. But as a liberal arts student in the 21st century, he still has some cultural literacy, not only in the fact that he can only copy a few poems of the ancients, but he has never seen the authentic works of famous artists, but the pictures are not less.

Therefore, I will only see these calligraphy and paintings that have no names in later generations, but they are not inferior in any way, and they can also comment on one or two. For example, in front of her, Lin Zhiyu stopped in front of it for a long time, trying to get through the picture scroll of Guò, which only has a round of turquoise sunset and half set, to peek into the master's heart.

Changing red to green, the owner of this painting is certainly not a worldly person, and will not stick to the opinions of others. Seeing that the whole picture scroll has nothing but a round of green hills that are faintly visible in the sun, this painting owner is really bold and eclectic!

After thinking about it, Lin Zhuyu couldn't stop nodding, the little person, dressed in plain clothes, stood between the Buddhist halls, it was a good picture, if someone else saw it at this time, he would be shocked! It's really in response to the sentence "I stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, but I have become the scenery in the eyes of others!" ”

Looking at the end of the volume, I noticed that the name of the owner of the painting has only one "micro" character. Lin Zhuyu looked at it blankly, but he couldn't figure it out, did this painter figure out such a magnificent picture scroll to illustrate the insignificance of people? After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Zhuyu couldn't guess.

After reading a lot of calligraphy and paintings, Lin Zhuyu only felt that the literary and artistic atmosphere in his chest was majestic, and he couldn't help but think of Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man", which matched this picture scroll! So I picked up my pen and wrote it down word by word.

After writing it, Fang came back to his senses and couldn't help admiring his good handwriting.

And this qiē was seen by an old monk who came in at some point in a very ordinary dress but quite a bit of fairy wind bones, in this back temple, suddenly broke into a small donor, the old monk was very surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He had been standing here for a long time, and it was rare that this little benefactor was so engrossed that he didn't even notice it.

"Ah-" glanced at him, only to see that there was a monk standing at the door at some point, looking out of the door, it was not early, Lin Zhiyu only said that this monk was in charge of this backyard, looking at him, but with a few apologies, it seemed that he should occupy other people's territory.

"Master, it's really presumptuous!" Lin Zhuyu got up and said very apologetically.

I put the paper down, but I don't know whether to take it away or stay here.

"I wonder if the donor feels about this?"

The old monk was also kind, approaching, looking at the poems written by Lin Zhiyu, and looking at the picture scroll of the room with a hint.

"Well, the elegant scholar Mobao, the little girl doesn't dare to comment, but she does have some insights after reading it." As he spoke, he glanced at the Buddhist paper on the case, although he didn't do it, but it was indeed what he was thinking now.

"The flat desert is full of smoke, and the cold mountains are sad and blue."

Well, looking at the blue sun on the wall, it is a special feeling.

"Twilight enters the high-rise building, and some people are upstairs worried.

The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return to fly quickly.

Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. ”

The old monk read it out as he read it, nodding his head from time to time, and his heart couldn't help but look up to the little benefactor in front of him.

"The little donor has good words and good poems!"

He put down the Buddhist paper with his hands and praised it heartily, but it fits the picture scroll on the wall very well. It's rare to have such an understanding at a young age.

"The master praised it falsely!"

Lin Zhuyu saw this old monk praise him, but he was not surprised, but when he saw that he directly regarded this poem as his own, he was still a little embarrassed, but he was not easy to refute anything.

"If the donor doesn't mind, can you leave this poetry raft in this Buddha hall?"

The old monk is also not polite, it is rare to meet a good work, so he naturally wants to stay for people to appreciate and appreciate.

"Natural!"

Lin Zhuyu didn't know the rules here, but the old monk liked it at that time.

I talked a lot with the old monk, talking about opinions, talking about feelings, Lin Zhuyu felt that the master in front of him was not simple, and his insights on Buddhism were really exquisite, and he couldn't admire it.

So much so that Lin Zhuyu couldn't help but take the old monk all the way back with him, and talked all the way. Fortunately, the old monk did not have a whisper, and it was rare to meet such a like-minded little benefactor, and he was not stingy with his words.

(To be continued.) )