Xiao Juejue also saw Zong Zhengke's words, and she had to admit that at their age, it was not easy to write such words. If there is no accident, Zong Zhengke also deserves to be on the top.

The three gentlemen all showed approval on their faces, and Mr. Ding also specially praised Zong Zhengke a few words, saying that her words are on par with Xiao Juejue's words, each has its own merits, and it is a rare masterpiece.

Xiao Juejue snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the fourth pavilion. But Zong Zhengke went back to her and returned to the second pavilion. Some people are so lively, and some people don't like to join in the fun. Most of the female students were divided into two sides to see the excitement of Xiao Juejue and Zong Zhengke, and many of them simply entered the third pavilion to take the exam.

Xiao Junjun naturally wanted to accompany Zong Zhengke, and they slowly walked to the second pavilion. This is also a wooden pavilion with heavy eaves, but the interior decoration is much more exquisite and magnificent than the third pavilion. The three gentlemen, who were in their thirties, could see that they were all wearing standard blue diagonal robes.

Zong Zhengke lowered his eyes and hid a little disdain. It's not that she looks down on these three gentlemen, but she doesn't look down on the style of Xifeihu Girls' School. imitates the Jokhang royal women's school everywhere, but she learns nondescriptly, and the whole tiger is not an anti-dog.

She traveled to the Jokhang Empire back then, and Xiao Wanwan once personally took her to visit the Royal Women's College in Jokhang privately. It just so happened that she experienced a big exam for women's studies, which opened her eyes. This little test of Xifei Lake Girls' School is really not a difficult thing for her.

For example, when writing poems in the library, although there is a hidden edge, if you have a heart, you can see it at a glance. Unlike the Jokhang Empire's book booth exam, it is not only necessary to write well, but also to be able to skillfully identify all kinds of difficult characters that are difficult to ancient times and easy to ancient times. And the latter is the real focus of the book pavilion.

The ancestors once made "The Emperor of the People. The annotation of the Confucian Records states that "the six books are the basis for the creation of characters, which are called pictograms, elephants, images, images, sounds, transfers, and pretenses." How to get the true meaning of the "Six Books" in the single test of calligraphy?

The "music test" of this second pavilion did not surprise Zong Zhengke, but it required a dance, a song or a musical instrument. There is a lot of autonomy and arbitrariness in this rating. But Zong Zhengke was not afraid that someone would deliberately give her a low score. Since she is fighting, she naturally wants to crush people with a crushing force.

"I'll just sing a song." Zong Zhengke saluted the three gentlemen and said lightly.

The three gentlemen nodded in agreement. Zong Zhengke didn't need musical accompaniment, she sat cross-legged on the ground. Put your palms together, gently open your lips, and open your mouth to say, "When you look at the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when you walk in the deep Prajnaparamita, you will see that the five aggregates are empty." Degree a qiē bitterness. ”

This is not chanting Buddhist scriptures, but Buddhist songs. In the East China Sea Buddha Kingdom, Zong Zhengke doesn't know how many times he has heard this kind of Sanskrit chanting. She knows it by heart, and she sings it with all her heart.

Her voice was soft and soft, using the oldest and most primitive Buddhist texts. Her teacher, the monk Pudu, said that each character of these Buddhist texts carries mysterious and magical powers.

Often praising the Buddha and singing Buddhist scriptures in Buddhist texts can not only get the peace of mind, but also get the great power that comes from nowhere. It can make people resilient and courageous, and it can be compassionate and peaceful. It makes people dare to face all suffering.

Zong Zhengke is convinced of this. After her rebirth, every night when she was tormented by nightmares, she would chant Buddhist scriptures in ancient Buddhist scripts. With each chant, her fears were banished, her resentment was soothed, and her heart was calm and fearless.

In the noisy pavilions and corridors, people stopped and stopped. In their ears, the soft and gentle singing of Sanskrit songs lingered, which made them forget and be fascinated.

They seem to see flowers blooming, green trees like shade, blue sky and sea, and beautiful things in this world. This song is like a crystal clear spiritual spring. Slowly, slowly, cleansing their hearts.

As the song drifted around, someone slowly burst into laughter. Some people covered their faces and cried bitterly, and some people gritted their teeth with hideous faces.

But the singing, this ubiquitous singing, the singing that seems to penetrate the human heart, gently soothes a qiē.

Laugher, calm; Weepers. Calm; Those who hate can also find peace.

The expressions on people's faces were the same, peaceful and peaceful, as if nothing in this world could make them feel happy and angry.

This amazing song, this terrible song, this terrible one who sings!

Li Yi was not affected by Sanskrit, and similarly, neither was the white-eyed master. However, he still caught a glimpse of the old man's nostalgic look on his face, and he knew that he was still touched. He also heard the white-eyed master muttering in a low voice: "After the gods, the holy voice returns." ”

With a slight movement in his heart, Li Yi knew that the true power of Zong Zhengke's song was far above his own estimates. If her cultivation can reach the innate realm, and she sings this Buddhist song again, I am afraid that it will not be comparable to today's situation.

There are many kinds of Buddhist songs, and there are many ways to sing them. At the Daepushou Temple, there is a special course for teaching Buddhist songs. However, Zong Zhengke's Sanskrit Buddhist song was taught by Chengjing Shenni himself, and it is simply a mysterious secret method. She used it for the small test today, and she really had a suspicion of overkill.

After a while, it was still very quiet. Not to mention those female students, even the three gentlemen in the Letting were so intoxicated that they couldn't wake up. Zong Zhengke curled his fingers, tuk tuk, and knocked three times on the red pillar in the pavilion.

When I first woke up from a dream, everyone looked like this, and there was a bit of trance between my eyebrows and eyes. After the complete return of sanity, everyone's gaze at Zong Zhengke was complicated and inexplicable.

The three gentlemen were also speechless for a long time, and for a long time, the gentleman in the center said softly: "Today's song is a lifetime of happiness." Miss Zongzheng, you can be our teacher. With that, she and the other two gentlemen all got up, bowed to Zongzheng solemnly, and even wanted to bow to the disciple.

Zong Zhengke's footsteps moved slightly, avoiding the big gifts of the three gentlemen, and at the same time he also saluted: "It's just that it's very familiar, and it doesn't deserve to be so praised by the three gentlemen." ”

The gentleman in the center shook his head and said, "Definitely." If you say this, all the monks and nuns in this world can sing the holy sound. ”

She looked at Zong Zhengke deeply and sighed: "I specially went to the East China Sea Buddha Country and listened to a Buddhist song concert. But even that master of the voice is not as beautiful as your Sanskrit chanting. Reaching the realm of holy sound, it may be a little too hot, but it is not an exaggeration to say that Xianle is not an exaggeration. ”

Master Huiyin is a teacher of the Sanskrit Singing Hall of the Dapushou Monastery and a disciple of Chengjing Shenni. She was one of the few observers of the Shenni Pope's Song of Buddhism, and she was very accomplished in Buddhist songs.

Since this gentleman has been there in person, Zong Zhengke can only bear her praise. (To be continued.) )