ps: If you want to hear more of your voices and receive more of your suggestions, search for the WeChat public account "qdread" now and pay attention to give more support! After getting off the cable car, Xia Ziyan regained that plain color, the kind of very plain face that expressed Xiàn to a qiē.

Ye Han had to admire Xia Ziyan's acting power.

At this time, everyone came to the Lingyin Temple, Zhou Cong walked over, and his expression was a little unpleasant, after all, his girlfriend was with other men, and he was naturally unhappy.

Although the two of them didn't do anything in the past, he just wasn't happy.

Zhou Cong walked to Xia Ziyan, then glanced at Ye Han meaningfully, didn't say anything, and left directly with Xia Ziyan.

Ye Han looked at Xia Ziyan after leaving, he sighed slightly, what the hell is going on with this person, all of a sudden cold, all of a sudden hot, Xia Ziyan did that before, is she not favored? Feel like you're going down? And then you want to slap me?

This is Ye Han's idea.

But he vetoed it after thinking about it, it seems that Zhou Cong loves Xia Ziyan to death, and Zhou Cong doesn't look like he's going to go out of business?

Put aside distractions.

Ye Han and everyone played in the ancient temple.

Everyone burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, which seemed polite and calm, and a sense of tranquility and far-reaching came slowly.

A few monks chanted scriptures, looking at the past momentum.

Everyone watched the performance, and the jingling Buddha sound came, which made people's hearts more empty, and then the Buddhist monks stood up. Start calling it a day.

And some monks stood up and shouted, "Amitabha, donors. In the Lingyin Temple, I hope you don't make a lot of noise. ”

He didn't have a head to warn everyone about this, but after all, this is a temple, and everyone nodded in unison.

Next, everyone began to enjoy the fun, looking at the landscape architecture.

About 20 minutes, everyone came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and everyone burned incense and worshiped the Buddha.

It's just this time. The monk is branding in front of the Buddha statue, and there is a blank space. Zhou Cong couldn't help asking, "Little master, what is this?" ”

The little master turned around and said to Zhou Cong Amitabha, and then replied: "This is a Buddhist poem." The abbot of the temple plans to hold a 10th conference in the future, hoping that a certain benefactor will inscribe poems for the Daxiong Treasure Hall. ”

His answer surprised everyone, I didn't expect there to be a poetry contest?

This Daxiong Treasure Hall, very huge, at least 2,000 square meters, there are rock painting walls around, it is to record the story of the Buddha, there are various Buddha bodies, and the golden Buddha is more than 30 meters high. Looks magnificent!

The entire ceiling has a lot of Buddha seals.

At this time, when Zhou Cong suddenly said: "It is said that Director Ye is extraordinary, and he is rich in five cars, or we should ask Director Ye to make a poem?" ”

He said. At this time, the students in the class came to see one after another, and if it weren't for the fact that this is a temple, everyone would definitely talk about each other.

Everyone was very quiet, and a few monks took a look, Ye Han and the others were dressed extraordinarily, and they were not easy to provoke. At the same time, Ye Han and the others did not make a noise, so there was no reason to offend. So they continued to chant the sutras slightly.

"Where am I so high, I am rich and rich, I can't compose lyrics, I don't need it, I don't need it."

Ye Han replied with a sneer, why do you write lyrics well? Don't want brain cells? Ye Han doesn't have a heart, plus if you ask Ah to recite ancient poems, he will still let him recite words about Buddha?

And it's original, Ye Han can only hehe with him.

"Director Ye is too modest, the deputy director of BJ Satellite TV, and he hasn't learned anything yet? That's a joke, in fact, I have a poem, since Director Ye can't say it, I'll just say it. ”

Oh, that's right, I understand, it turned out that Zhou Cong wanted to pretend to be 13 and deliberately wanted to step on Ye Han.

Everyone is not stupid, where do you not know what Zhou Cong thinks, and at this time, a few old men who looked fifty or sixty years old slowly walked from not far away, these old men were wearing red and yellow robes, and they looked like people with extraordinary status.

They walked slowly, all of them kind and amiable, and at the same time exuded a wise temperament.

When Shami saw it, he walked over immediately, and then whispered a few words in the abbot's ear, but the abbot and several respected masters looked at him one after another.

A little the abbot came closer and said with a smile: "Amitabha, Lao Gu is the true wisdom of the Lingyin Temple, do you want to write a poem?" ”

He asked.

Everyone returned the salute, this is the abbot, it must be the profound Dharma, and everyone dare not offend.

After Zhou Cong saluted, he said: "I have read some Buddhist scriptures, and today I saw a blank screen, so I wanted to write a poem." ”

He didn't have any shyness, and said his thoughts directly and clearly.

When Abbot Zhenhui heard this, he nodded, smiled with a few juniors and said, "Please also ask the donor Jin Yan to write a poem." ”

The abbot of everyone appeared, and since Zhou Cong boasted about Haikou, he simply took a deep breath and began to ponder for a while.

About ten minutes passed, and everyone was a little impatient, and then Zhou Cong suddenly spoke.

"The sunset bell strikes pedestrians, and the rhyme of the ancient temple has been passed down for thousands of years. Ananda is 3,000 feet red, and the sword is also down. ”

After Zhou Cong finished reading the poem, everyone recalled and thought carefully, and soon everyone nodded, pretending to nod regardless of whether they understood it or not.

This poem has to have charm, and there are words, and it begins to set off the beautiful scenery and bells, and then depicts the thousand-year-old temple of Lingyin, and then adds the red dust of Ananda Buddha to the ancient poem, which does seem unusual.

Zhou Cong doesn't seem to be without ability.

The abbot and the others nodded in unison, and they whispered.

"It's a good poem."

"It should be very good, you can write it in the blank space, I think the Buddhism is pure, and the poetry conference will be over."

"As it should be."

"Amitabha, the poem of the donor is extremely good, I don't know who the donor's surname is? Who's the name? I'm so commended. ”

Abbot Zhenhui said.

obviously admires Zhou Cong very much. The poems spoken by Zhou Cong should be commended and officially engraved on the stone slab. It's an honor.

"In the next surname Zhou, the name Cong." Zhou Cong said this, and then looked at Ye Han, his eyes were full of provocation, and there was a sneer.

This kind of provocation, in everyone's eyes, is not hidden at all. It seems that this Zhou Cong is indeed very unhappy with Ye Han.

But at this moment, Ye Han took a step forward. Everyone looked at him, their eyes full of surprise, what was he doing forward? Do you want to compose lyrics too?

For a moment, everyone was conjecturing.

"Abbot, masters. Under the seat of Amitabha Buddha, writing Ananda Buddha's poems is inevitably a little inappropriate, right? ”

Ye Han's voice was a little loud in the huge Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the surrounding tourists came over one after another, wanting to see what was going on.

After some understanding, the passengers knew the general cause and effect, and immediately stood aside with great interest.

"I didn't expect to see Dou Shi."

"It's still a Buddhist scripture and a poem."

"yes. Take a look. ”

In this way, it was passed on to ten, ten to hundred, and the voice in the treasure hall was slightly louder. Shami immediately bowed to the tourists and said, "Amitabha, the temple is a quiet place, and I hope that you will count the donors and do not make loud noises." ”

The crowd immediately fell silent.

And at this time, the abbot of Zhenhui and the others were stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it is true, Amitabha Buddha is in front of the Buddha. Carving Ananda's poems, this is inevitably a little bad. But if you don't engrave this, what will you engrave?

Let them think about lyrics?

They did think of some words, but the meaning is difficult to understand, and people can't directly understand the meaning, Zhou Cong's poems are quite modern, everyone can understand the charm and meaning of the poems when they see a little bit of dismantling.

"Does the donor have any good poems?"

Abbot Zhenhui asked.

"I can't say yes, I just thought of it by chance and wanted to give it a try." Ye Han said.

He had been searching for a poem on his mobile phone just now, but he kept finding that there was no relevant information on the Internet at all, so he chose to download it.

You're Zhou Cong, aren't you? Always step on your own position?

Before, you didn't want to ruin the game, you didn't want to embarrass everyone, you had to bully you again and again?

Ye Han still endures a fart.

He glanced at Zhou Cong, his expression was calm, and a smile was always on his face, as if he was confident.

"Please also give the theme poem."

Zhou Cong's poetry is already good, could there be any better? Abbot Zhenhui doesn't believe it, and the masters don't believe it either, but there are still a lot of talents in this world, anyway, it's just a delay in time, why don't you listen to it?

Ye Han took a deep breath and looked at the audience that was almost surrounded by him.

He spoke slowly.

"I have worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I am afraid that I will not fall into the city when I enter the mountains, and I will have the law in the world, and I will live up to it!"

Speaking of this, Ye Han bowed to the golden statue of the Buddha.

At this moment, everyone was silent in Ye Han's poem.

The abbot of Zhenhui muttered to himself: "I have worried about the loss of the Sanskrit line, like a mountain and I am afraid that I will not fall into the city, and the world will have the full law, and it will live up to it!" ”

"Live up to it."

"Good words, good words!"

"It's a classic word, the world has a double law, live up to it, good, good, good."

Although many people don't know much about ancient poetry, at least part of the cultural heritage, Ye Han's poetry, is completely a classic among the classics.

It is a poem written by Cangyang Gyatso, which can be passed down for thousands of years!

Such a poem naturally shook the Daxiong Treasure Book, and everyone kept reading this poem, revealing a feeling of fascination.

As for Zhou Cong, he has more poetry culture, and he instantly understands that he lost!

And it was a terrible loss!

Ye Han's poems can be called a generation of classics, and his own poems?

But it can only be regarded as excellent poetry.

Can it be called a classic?

No, absolutely not.

"Good, good, good!"

At this moment, everyone kept saying the word good, whether it was the abbot, the master, the novice, or the tourists, they all clapped their hands and praised it.

In the world, there is a double law, and it lives up to it.

A peerless poem came out of Ye Han's mouth like this, and all of a sudden, this poem immediately began to go viral.

And someone pointed at Ye Han and exclaimed.

"Isn't this the Internet celebrity Ye Shen?"

"Ye Han, the editor-in-chief of BJ Satellite TV? It is said that he has been promoted to deputy director now? ”

"The host and creator of The Voice of China?"

The tourists saw Ye Han's appearance clearly, and began to talk about it at the moment, looking excited and excited, taking out their mobile phones and cameras to take pictures constantly.

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