"Nan Wu First Temple?" Tan Yun read it on the side, and immediately asked curiously: "Childe, isn't it the first temple of the Southern Dynasty, you can't make a mistake, right?" ”

Cao Yi shook his head with a smile and said, "It's written like this on purpose, Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha has always heard it, right?" ”

Tan Yun nodded, and Cao Yi continued: "Nan Wu in Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha is a homonym of Sanskrit, which means to take refuge in faith and faith, and also has the meaning of praise and praise, which means that Jiming Temple is the first temple in the Southern Dynasty, and the meaning of the first Buddhist temple in Jiangning is in it, and it also shows that Jiming Temple is the first temple of refuge in the world. ”

"There are so many meanings in just five words, but you are so powerful, you know so many things!" Tan Yun praised from the bottom of his heart, looking at Cao Yi's eyes full of admiration and admiration, at this moment, he seemed to be a little fan and the number one fan of his son-in-law.

"Okay, when this word is dry, you find someone to frame it, and then send it over yourself, I won't go, and, when I'm not there in the future, no, whether I'm here or not, if I'm going out to do something in the future, remember to let me know, don't sneak out again, you don't know that in order to find you the night before, it took more than 100 people to look for you all night in the city!" Cao Yi stared at Tan Yun with his eyes and said.

"Got it, Childe, I won't dare next time, I'll definitely inform Childe or Sister Redsleeve." Tan Yun stuck out his tongue and said.

Cao Yi waved his hand and asked Tan Yun to go out with the inscription and continue to read the book. At this time, it is only the formative stage, and according to the age of people in ancient times, this stage should just belong to the bundle of hair, which is about to become an adult. The germination of ancient times was in the pre-Qin, developed in the two Han dynasties, took shape in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and formed in the Tang Dynasty.

In the pre-Qin period, some myths and legends, fables, and historical literature were the sources of narrative. In the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, at this time, there were Zhiwei and Zhiren, which were not really in the strict sense, but could only be regarded as a prototype, represented by "The World Says New Words", which collected many short and concise stories. In the Tang Dynasty, the development tended to mature, forming a legendary body, such as "The Biography of Li Wa", "The Biography of Huo Xiaoyu", and "The Biography of Yingying", all of which were extremely popular at that time. In today's Dayan Dynasty, the development of the commodity economy and the rise of market culture have begun to appear in scripts and romances.

In fact, the script is to tell the storyteller stories of various themes and types, and the base text of the storyteller's singing content is called the "script", of course, it can also be used to read, so it is also called the script.

Cao Yi is hesitating now whether to get the story out of his mind, mainly now

In the underdeveloped technology, there is neither a typewriter, nor a computer, of course, even a ballpoint pen or pencil, but no, if you simply rely on the brush to write by hand, then I don't know when to write, it seems that I can only wait for the storyteller to arrive, I tell them to listen, let them copy by themselves, etc., but even if it is to tell the story by themselves, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time, and I feel a little thankless, and it is better to do other meaningful things with these times.

Cao Yi was looking at the script here, and Tan Yun over there first asked Musk Yue to arrange someone to frame the words, because the two of them had been serving in the Cultivation Heart Hall from the beginning, and they were in charge of the affairs in Cao Yi's study, so Cao Yi's pen and ink were all framed by them. After the framing was completed, Tan Yun and Red Sleeves informed them, saying that they were going to Jiming Temple to deliver the son's Mobao, and they went out with the iron pillar

As soon as they drove to the gate of the mountain, the novice of the mountain gate had already stepped forward, and it happened to be the novice on duty at the gate that night, who saluted the iron pillar and Tanyun with his hands folded and said: "Two donors, the abbot and the patriarch have been waiting for more than two people, and the two donors, please come with me." ”

Tan Yun and Tie Zhu glanced at each other, their eyes were full of surprise, how did the abbot of Qingyang know that they were coming, although the two of them felt quite puzzled, but they still followed behind the little novice, walked up the mountain road step by step, and walked to the abbot Zen courtyard behind the Jiming Temple, and found that the abbot of Qingyang was sitting in meditation, and when the little novice was hesitating what to do, the abbot of Qingyang Huo Ran opened his eyes, sang "Nan Wu Amitabha" and stood up, and said with a smile: "The two donors met again today." ”

"Grandpa Abbot, how do you know that the two of us will be here today?" Tan Yun asked puzzled, his expression was innocent and interesting, Tie Zhu stood aside, and he also wanted to know the answer to the question asked by Tan Yun, and he was also listening quietly at this time.

Abbot Qingyang smiled heartily and said loudly, "Guess." After speaking, seeing the puzzled expressions on Tan Yun and Tie Zhu's faces, he immediately explained. Yesterday, the two of you must have to supplement your sleep, and the time is also relatively tight, if Miss Tanyun you ask for Mobao from your son-in-law, then it is most likely to come to send Mobao today, so Lao Wei guessed that the two of them will come over today, so arrange for Huijue, oh, it is the little novice who brought you over to wait at the gate of the mountain, if you see the two donors coming, you will directly lead it here.

Tan Yun and Tie Zhu showed a look of sudden realization, and Tan Yun said happily: "Grandpa Abbot, you guessed accurately, we came to give you the son's Mobao this time, you can take a look, like it or not." After speaking, he handed over the scroll in his hand.

Abbot Qingyang did not open it in a hurry after taking the scroll, but put it aside, handed the rosary in his hand to Tan Yun, and said: "Lord Tanyun, I will give you a string of prayer beads, you can carry it on your wrist, if you want to see me in the future, directly give this string of prayer beads to any one of the Jiming Temple."

Look, monk, tell them to look for me, and they will bring you over. ”

Tan Yun took it and directly circled it a few times and put it on his hand, and smiled and thanked Qingyang Abbot Heten: "Thank you, Abbot Grandpa!" ”

"Although the material of this rosary is not very valuable, it is just ordinary wood, but since I became the novice of Jiming Temple at the age of seven, I have been holding this string of prayer beads for 80 years now, and has become a spiritual instrument, and the whole Jiming Temple is well known, so the donor of Tanyun should remember to wear it on his hand at any time, in addition to becoming a token of free access to Jiming Temple, to a certain extent, it can also ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters for the donor......"

Tan Yun saw that Abbot Qingyang said cautiously, and mentioned it twice, looked down at the rosary on his wrist, nodded and said, "Thank you Abbot Grandpa, I will definitely carry it casually in the future."

Abbot Qingyang nodded, and said to the iron pillar: "Iron pillar donor, you are with Tanyun donor every time, so I didn't give it to you, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... Master Abbot...... No need to be polite" Tie Zhu touched the back of his head innocently, and smiled innocently all the time.

Then the abbot of Qingyang, under the gaze of Tan Yun and Tie Zhu, slowly opened the pen and ink of Cao Yi, who Tan Yun begged to come over.

"Nan no First Temple!" After the abbot of Qingyang opened it, his heart moved, and his first reaction was whether Cao Yi wrote it wrongly, and wrote the words of the first temple of the Southern Dynasty as no words, but these two words are very different, and the pronunciation is not the same, so he will definitely not write it wrong, and then he thought of the honorific word "Nan Wu", and his eyes showed a shocked look.

"Master Cao Shi is a false praise, Jiming Temple's hands are deserved, and they are deserved!" Abbot Qingyang repeated it several times in a row, if it was the first temple in the Southern Dynasty, he would have the confidence to accept it calmly. It's just that there is no first temple in the south, even if the Jiming Temple is a thousand-year-old temple and the first of the four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, he is a little afraid to accept this title.

Just when he sighed, he suddenly fell on these five words, before he only paid attention to the words composed of five words, but now he scattered his attention on the handwriting of these five words, and the shock in his heart was even greater.

"The bones of heaven are beautiful, easy and kind, but the pen is dripping, sharp, full of arrogance, like breaking gold and cutting jade, thin and wonderful, when it is ...... When it is ...... Heavenly handiwork! At first, the abbot of Qingyang just whispered praise, and the more he went to the back, the more shocked he became, and when he said the four words "Tianjia's handwriting" at the back, the whole person took a step back, which showed the degree of shock in his heart.

"Lord Tanyun, these five words are really written by your son-in-law Cao Yi?" Abbot Qingyang raised his head, stared at Tan Yun with his eyes engrossed, and asked in a trembling voice.

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