Under the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

Tourists are weaving, and the vendors are shouting, so it is not lively.

On the steps of the mountain, it is even more bustling and full of people.

There are those who are alone, and there are those who drag their families with their mouths; There are also pairs of men and women; There are even more friends and friends, in groups of three or five.

Many vendors are holding colorful windmills, candy men, paper kites, etc., attracting many children and girls to stop and pester adults to buy them.

The carriage stopped at the intersection outside.

Nangong Meijiao took everyone from the Qin family and came to the steps of the mountain with a familiar car.

The lively atmosphere eased the depressed mood of everyone in the Qin family a little.

Seeing that this group of people were richly dressed and with guards, the tourists all took the initiative to get out of the way, and the vendors who stopped the tourists on the side of the road and shouted at the goods in their hands also took the initiative to retreat.

Nangong Meijiao had a cold face, walking in front, and her momentum was compelling.

The visitor only glanced at it, and then timidly looked away.

Everyone has their own aura.

Some are weak, some are strong.

People living at the bottom have the weakest aura, and they are also the most inferior and timid in their bones; And those who are in high positions or born nobles, as well as those who are strong in their own strength, naturally have a powerful aura on their bodies, which is daunting and unconsciously timid.

After they passed, the tourists behind them dared to whisper.

"I don't know which big family in Kyoto is traveling, look, even the maids are dressed brightly, and they are as beautiful as flowers......"

"I'm afraid it's not just a big family, it looks like a noble person in the inner city......"

Listening to the discussion behind her, Song Ruyue was not happy but worried, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Master, when can we move into the inner city to live?" ”

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her, he didn't want to answer, but after thinking for a while, he said, "You have to ask Chuan'er and Qingzhou, and you can ask Lang'er." I have no hope but to count on them. ”

Song Ruyue pouted and didn't say anything more.

I wanted to complain that he shouldn't have resigned, but after thinking about it, if he didn't resign, the family wouldn't be able to come to Kyoto.

A meritorious family with a title cannot move his family casually.

"Sugar gourd, sugar gourd! Sweet and crunchy sugar gourd ......"

On the side of the road, a dark-skinned girl with long braids and a floral skirt was holding a rod in her arms, which was filled with bright red and attractive sugar gourds, and was shouting crisply.

Behind him sat a gray-haired old man, who occasionally shouted a few times.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked at it, and asked, "Who eats sugar gourds?" ”

Bai Ling was the first to raise his hand and said, "I eat, I eat!" Uncle, I'll eat! ”

Luo Qingzhou said: "Then you go and buy it, and by the way, buy a bunch for everyone." ”

Bailing: "......"

"Humph! Uncle is so stingy! ”

She pouted, a look of resentment.

Luo Qingzhou walked over, took out the silver, bought eight strings, then took it back, gave it to Fluttershy, Qiu'er, Zhu'er, Mei'er, and Second Miss, and handed it to Xia Chan.

There are two strings left in his hand.

He handed one of the strings to Bai Ling and asked, "Is my uncle still stingy?" ”

Bai Ling immediately snatched it over, and said with a smile: "Don't be stingy, my uncle can change his mistakes, and people will forgive you." ”

As he spoke, he took a "click" bite, bit off one, narrowed his eyes sweetly, and showed sweet dimples on his face, looking cute and silly.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Miss Qin next to her, hesitated for a moment, handed over the last string, and said, "Miss, do you eat?" ”

Qin Pujia shook her head slightly, her expression cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, and was just about to put it in his mouth, when a "cough" suddenly came from the front.

Song Ruyue: "Ahem, cough, cough." ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the front, then reacted, and hurriedly took the last string, handed it to the Nangong County Lord, and said, "County Lord, for you." ”

Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "Don't eat." ”

Luo Qingzhou took it back, and was just about to put it in his mouth again, when a "cough" suddenly came from the side again.

Song Ruyue had a cold face, glared at him and said, "Ahem, cough, cough!" ”

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

He stiffened, and then he really reacted, and hurriedly handed over the last string in his hand, and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want to eat?" ”

"Humph!"

Song Ruyue snatched it away, walked in front quickly, and muttered, "I don't have any eyes." ”

Qin Wenzheng couldn't help but mutter: "What age are you still eating this kind of thing." ”

When Song Ruyue heard this, she immediately turned her head and said, "Master, what do you mean?" Are you disgusted with people's age? It's only twenty-nine this year! ”

Qin Wenzheng was stunned and wondered: "Twenty-nine? How do I remember that you were twenty-nine two years ago? ”

Song Ruyue glared at him, her face full of resentment.

Miss Qin Er hurriedly smiled and said, "Daddy, you are mistaken, my mother is only twenty-nine this year." ”

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her suspiciously, and muttered, "It's not quite like it." ”

Luo Qingzhou also hurriedly said: "I don't think it looks like it, my mother-in-law doesn't look like she is twenty-nine years old." ”

Song Ruyue suddenly stared at him with fire-breathing eyes.

Luo Qingzhou then said: "Just now, my mother-in-law and the second lady walked together, and I heard a tourist next to me say, [Look, those sisters are so beautiful]. The mother-in-law looks so young, like twenty, at most twenty-five. ”

"Poof......

Second Miss Qin covered her mouth and laughed.

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and immediately her face was serious, and she glanced at him with disgust and said, "Hmph, the kung fu of patting sycophants is becoming more and more proficient." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked ahead, his mouth suddenly opened and he snickered.

The group continued to ascend the steps.

Qin Chuan walked at the back, looking around vigilantly, looking like he was fierce and wanted to fight with someone.

Many tourists couldn't help but want to take a few more glances when they saw these female dependents with white skin and beautiful skin, like flowers and jade, and were glared at by him, and immediately walked away in fright.

Halfway up the mountain, two roads suddenly appeared in front of me.

A path goes straight up to the peak temple; A road leads to the temple on the right side of the mountain.

Nangong Meijiao explained in a low voice: "Although these two temples are both Golden Cicada Temples, the buildings and people inside are very different. The Golden Cicada Temple on the top of the mountain is the place where those monks really practice, quiet and secluded, and the Buddha is strong. The one on the mountainside is specially used for tourists and pilgrims to make incense and make wishes, there are many people, but generally there will be no monks there. ”

Qin Wenzheng asked, "That Wukong master, it should be up there, right?" ”

Nangong Meijiao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know." My dad came to ask last time and didn't ask anything. ”

The two were talking in a low voice as they walked up the stairs when two gray-robed monks suddenly stepped down from above.

One of the burly monks bowed his head and said, "Amitabha, if you want to offer incense, please go through the road on the right." ”

Qin Wenzheng hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Little Master is polite, we are not here to offer incense. The little girl of the contemptible family is suffering from a disease, and she has invited countless doctors to treat her, so she wants to go up and ask to see Master Wukong of your temple, hoping that he can help take a look. ”

"Master Wukong?"

When the two monks heard this, they looked at each other, and their faces showed a trace of doubt.

The burly monk clasped his palms together and said, "Donor, there is no Wukong Master you are looking for in the temple." If you want to worship the Buddha and pray for blessings, please go to the temple on the right, where you can make incense and make wishes, and pray for your daughter to get sick. ”

Qin Wenzheng frowned and glanced at the county lord next to him.

Nangong Meijiao said: "I came with my father a few days ago, and we went to the temple above. Today, we also want to go to the top to have a look, hoping that the two little masters can be accommodating. Even if there is no Wukong Master above, we would like to find other elders to ask. ”

The two monks bowed their heads and said, "Amitabha, the elder of my temple, never sees outsiders. ”

The burly monk still raised his hand to guide, politely but old-fashionedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's go to the temple on the right." ”

Nangong Meijiao suddenly became angry: "I am the county lord of the Nanguo County Palace, I and my father just came here a few days ago, why didn't you let us go up today?" ”

The burly monk still bowed his head, and said expressionlessly: "Donor, it's really not okay today, please go back." ”

Nangong Meijiao's eyes were cold, and her hand was on her waist.

Qin Wenzheng hurriedly said: "Meijiao, forget it, let's go to the temple next to us first." ”

This girl looks a little impulsive, if she can't help but move, then it is estimated that it is not as simple as not being cured.

The origin of this Golden Cicada Temple is so big, these two little monks who guard the road, even the Nangong County Palace's palace is not in their eyes, if this girl causes trouble, I am afraid that the king of Nanguo County will also be implicated.

When the time comes, their Qin family will not be able to escape the blame.

Qin Weimo also said softly: "Sister Meijiao, don't embarrass the two little masters, let's go down." ”

Another younger monk, seeing her pale face and a sick and delicate appearance, couldn't help but feel compassion in her heart, and said softly: "Don't blame the donors, there are really rules in the temple, if we let you go up, we will be punished, you still can't enter the door, and there are still a few senior brothers guarding the door." ”

Qin Wenzheng arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask the little master, how can I go to the top?" ”

The young monk said: "Unless there are other senior brothers and uncles who know each other and answer in person, or are invited by the elders." There is another way, at the entrance of the temple below, there is a Buddha chanting wall, if any of you can leave a good danqing or poetry work on the wall, and be taken by Uncle Huiming and carried into the temple above for collection, then you will also be invited to go up. ”

When Qin Wenzheng heard this, his heart moved, he groaned for a while, and arched his hand: "Thank you, little master, then let's go down and have a look." ”

The two monks bowed their heads and folded their heads: "The donor walks slowly." ”

The group had to turn around, descend some distance, and walk to the road on the right.

After they walked away, the burly monk Fang sneered: "Why talk nonsense with them, no one dares to scribble on the Buddha Yin Wall." If you don't do it well, you will annoy Uncle Huiming, and I'm afraid that it will be another scolding. Uncle Huiming's vision, you don't know where they have that hope. It's better not to tell them, and it's better to refuse coldly. ”

The young monk sighed and said, "That female benefactor seems to be dying soon, it's really pitiful, I couldn't help it for a while, and said a few more words." ”

The burly monk said: "Life is determined by heaven, why bother." ”

The young monk was puzzled: "They said that Master Wukong, it seems that there is really no one in our temple, I have never heard of it, I don't know where they heard it." ”

The burly monk said: "I've never heard of it, I guess I just found a random reason, and if I want to go up and have a look, don't pay attention to it." ”

Qin Wenzheng led the group and walked towards the road on the right.

The road ahead began to widen, and the people on the road were bustling, and those who went were carrying large bags and small bags in their hands, and those who returned were left with only a lucky bag in their hands, but their faces were full of peace and hope.

Before he reached the entrance of the temple, he suddenly heard bursts of cheers from ahead.

The people of the Qin family raised their eyes and saw that on the left side of the temple gate, there was a stone Buddha statue more than ten meters high.

The statue had its head bowed, and a two-meter-high bluestone wall stood underneath.

At this time, in front of that wall, there were people all around, all cheering loudly, looking quite excited.

Qin Wenzheng immediately took everyone and walked over.

As soon as I got closer, I suddenly heard a burst of angry scolding: "What bullshit spring flowers and autumn moon jade people, get your mother's eggs!" ”

In front of the wall, a young man in a Confucian robe, holding a wolf hair, stood there with a stiff expression on his face.

The crowd that was still cheering just now suddenly fell silent and quiet.

A tall middle-aged monk was scolding angrily while picking up a bucket, splashing water on the stone wall, and then picking up a large brush and brushing it on the wall that had just fallen.

Soon, the walls were given a new look.

"Get out!"

The middle-aged monk's face was full of flesh, and he glared angrily at the young man in a Confucian robe.

The wolf in the young man's hand trembled slightly, his face flushed, and he said angrily, "As a monk, how can you speak obscenities? In the next poem...... "

"What bullshit poetry? I think it's shit! ”

The middle-aged monk said unceremoniously.

The young scholar suddenly trembled with anger, his face was full of humiliated anger, and he pointed at him and said, "You...... You ......"

"Bang!"

The middle-aged monk smashed the edge of the stone wall with one punch, and said angrily, "How am I? ”

“……”

The young scholar was suddenly startled, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore, so he turned around tremblingly and walked away.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"If you don't know how to compose poems, you have to go up to offer ugliness, and the master of the family will work hard to wash it away, and it will be embarrassing."

"No self-knowledge, this is a place where he can scribble? People don't dare to write casually when they come, for fear of making people laugh, what is he? ”

Everyone sneered and discussed, and seemed to have forgotten about the cheers just now.

Anyway, they just came to see the excitement, and they were naturally in a happy mood when they saw the people making a fool of themselves.

There were several scholars from other places standing next to them, who were just about to step forward to show their skills and leave pen and ink on the wall, but when they saw this scene, they didn't dare to step forward again.

The onlookers all turned their heads and looked at them and other scholars in Confucian robes, as if they were looking for the next target to see the excitement.

Seeing this, the scholars hurriedly left.

The middle-aged monk, who had a fiery temper, glanced at them, walked to the Buddha statue on the side, leaned there, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The onlookers saw that no one dared to step forward anymore, and after waiting for a while, Fang Shaoxing dispersed.

Qin Wenzheng looked at the stone wall for a while, then at the monk with a meaty face, and was silent.

Song Ruyue glanced at someone, and was about to speak, but she didn't dare to say anything more.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Everyone in the Qin family stood alone in front of the stone wall, their faces full of sadness.

Miss Qin Er said softly, "Daddy, let's go to the temple here to burn incense." ”

Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go." ”

Song Ruyue opened her mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, but finally did not speak.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly said, "I can try it." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped and looked at him.

Qin Wenzheng frowned and said: "Qingzhou, don't worry, let's go to the temple in front of us first, and then write after you think about it." If we don't, it's okay, let's think of something else. ”

Luo Qingzhou arched his hand and said, "Father-in-law, I'd better try it first." ”

The monk who was leaning on the stone statue and closed his eyes seemed to hear his words, and immediately opened his eyes and said with compassion: "Boy, you can try, and after you finish trying, you will wipe the wall by yourself." If you don't wipe it cleanly, my punching bag-sized fist will leave a mark on your face. ”

Song Ruyue hurriedly said: "Qingzhou, forget it, you better think about it again." We'll come back later. ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the monk and said, "If the master is not satisfied, he will naturally wipe it off by himself." ”

The middle-aged monk sneered, squinted at him and said, "Lao Tzu is not satisfied now!" In one day, it was all a bunch of clowns who didn't know anything about themselves. If you can write some garbage poems, you think you're sorry? I don't pee and look in the mirror to see what I look like, it's all bullshit stuff, and it's disgusting ......to look at it."

Luo Qingzhou didn't pay attention to his scolding anymore, turned his head and said, "Qiu'er, Yanmo." ”

When Qiu'er came out, she carried pen, ink, paper, and inkstone with her.

When Qiu'er heard this, she glanced at him, and immediately took out a pen and inkstone from the package, and then took out another ink block.

The more the middle-aged monk scolded, the more unpleasant it became, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he was venting the anger he had been holding back for a long time.

The tourists who had just dispersed, hearing the scolding, immediately surrounded them like flies smelling blood.

Luo Qingzhou looked calm, picked up the pen, and walked to the wall.

Qiu'er also held the inkstone, walked over, stood beside him, slowly studied the ink in her hand, and saw that there were more and more onlookers, and her heart suddenly became worried.

Qin Wenzheng and the others also showed uneasy expressions on their faces.

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in ink, groaned slightly, dropped his pen and ink on the stone wall, and began to write.

Qin Weimo stood there delicately, her eyes firmly fixed on the delicate and vigorous fonts.

In the crowd of onlookers, there were several scholars, and they couldn't help but read it out when they saw this.

"Looking at it horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge......"

"Different ...... from near and far"

"I don't know the true face of Foshan......"

"Just because I am in this mountain......"

Luo Qingzhou wrote it in one go and quickly wrote a song.

After several scholars finished reading, they were all frowning and chewing.

The onlookers listened and were all talking.

"What look horizontally and vertically? What is far and near, high and low, in the clouds and fog, what is written. ”

"I heard it clearly, but I didn't understand ......"

Everyone pointed and talked about it.

One of the scholars looked at him and praised: "What a wonderful poem! It's a ......"

"Look, he's still writing a second one!"

The faces of the people were full of surprise, and they immediately fell silent, and stared intently at the young scholar's pen.

"The ...... of the Golden Cicada Temple on the Reclining Buddha Mountain"

"I heard that the rooster crowed and saw the sun rise......"

"Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes......"

"Self-fate is at the top ......"

After one of the scholars finished reading, the middle-aged monk who was still leaning against the Buddha statue with his eyes closed and sneering, frowned, and opened his eyes.

Immediately, he walked over and stood in front of the stone wall, staring at it.

"Look! And the third one! ”

"This young man is so bold that he wants to write three songs in a row!"

The crowd was amazed.

Qin Wenzheng and the others also held their breath, and their faces showed surprise.

A scholar's eyes were fixed on the third song, and his heart suddenly began to pound.

He had a vague feeling that he was going to witness the birth of an extraordinary miracle today.

"The mountain is near the moon and the moon is far away, and the moon is small......"

"This mountain is bigger than the moon......"

"If any man's eyes are as big as the sky......"

"When you see the mountains and the moon are wider......"

Luo Qingzhou finished writing in one go, and just when he was about to mention his name at the back, the middle-aged monk suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "What bullshit poetry!" Brush it up! ”

"Smack!"

A crunch!

As soon as the middle-aged monk's words fell, a palm suddenly slapped on the back of his shiny head, and directly slapped a somersault with a "bang" and fell to the ground in a large shape!

"you...... Division...... Uncle Shi......"

The middle-aged monk looked back, the anger on his face suddenly stiffened, and he hurriedly got up, and said with a flattering face: "Uncle Shi, why did your old man come out in person?" ”

An old monk in a gray robe, tall and thin, with gray eyebrows, suddenly appeared silently, his eyes staring closely at the wall in front of him, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows.

The solemnity soon turned into shock, and then into thought.

"Uncle Shi, you ......"

"Smack!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk got closer, the kind-eyed old monk suddenly slapped him out again, and then shouted angrily: "Stupid thing! If Lao Tzu doesn't come out, you will destroy the rare treasures that will be passed down through the ages in our temple! Roll over here, lift this wall, and get up to the mountain! ”

The middle-aged monk was beaten with gold stars in his eyes, but he didn't dare to be a little disrespectful, so he hurriedly jumped up from the ground, and then walked to the stone wall in the stunned expressions of everyone, and suddenly roared, and directly pulled the wall up from the ground and resisted on his shoulder!

The old monk's gaze reluctantly withdrew from the three poems on the wall, and then stepped forward and walked in front of the young man, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "This son, if it is convenient, please go up the mountain with the poor monk to gather." The poor monk has some questions and wants to ask his son for advice. ”

After speaking, he lowered his head again and bent down deeply to plead.

------Off topic------

Thanks to the leader of the alliance who "Jia Ran can't lift his energy" for rewarding, he was grateful and wiped away his tears.

It's a bit busy this day, so the update is a bit late and less, sorry.

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