I saw a few figures walking in from the outside, all young.

Dressed in brocade clothes and wearing a sword, he is dressed as a scholar, and the book in this era is not shaking around with a paper fan, but with a sword. If you don't have a sword on your body, you are embarrassed to say that you are a scholar, the scholar sword of the Tang Dynasty is as important as the prostitute of later generations, in this era, it is likely that it is not a martial artist who draws a sword at every turn, but a so-called scholar.

The gentleman wears jade, and the scholar wears a sword.

"San Lang, it's really good that you finally woke up, if you have a good one, I can't explain it to my aunt." A figure walked up to Cheng Chubi, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "San Lang, even if you don't want to marry the female devil surnamed Chai, you don't need to become a monk, isn't it a big deal to marry a concubine with five surnames and seven wangs?" With your Cheng family's family, you still have a wife? ”

He didn't believe that the Cheng family's sister-in-law must have become a prostitute to avoid the female demon of the Chai family.

"Forehead......" Cheng Chubi is really a little speechless, this big cousin is too direct, right?

The person who talked to Cheng Chubi just now was the sister-in-law of the Cui family, whose name is Cui Yu, and the words are just like that, and he is Cheng Chubi's eldest cousin.

"Cheng Sanlang, did you make that poem just now?" A young man beside Yu Jun asked, this person is only fourteen years old, but the one that looks like Yushu is definitely Yushu Linfeng, and the handsome Cheng Chubi really wants to kick him away.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is Shangguan Yi of the Shangguan family, the word You Shao." Yu Yu introduced.

"Shangguan Yi, Shangguan Youshao? I'll go! Master, I've seen so many big people since I came! Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be a little surprised, the people of the Cheng family naturally needless to say, and this Shangguan Yi is not simple, he will be the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty in the future, and he also has a famous granddaughter Shangguan Wan'er.

However, looking at his arrogant and disdainful face, it seems that he doesn't believe that Cheng Chubi can make such a poem, and the entire Tang Dynasty knows that the people of the Cheng family are a group of big and rough people, let alone making poems, even if they copy poems, they may not be able to copy a poem completely.

"That's right, it's exactly what the poor monk did, Amitabha, and the monks don't speak." Cheng Chubi made a Buddha name and said, sample, I still look down on the master, the master is familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he can't write poems and can copy them.

"Hmph, if you can poetry, I will eat ......" Shangguan Yi said in a low voice, Shangguan Yi has been a talented type since he was a child, so he is a little arrogant.

"Cheng Saburo is a big old man, didn't he buy it?"

"I think so."

“……”

Many people whispered, obviously not believing that Cheng Chubi would compose poetry.

Cheng Chubi dismissed everyone, then put on a new white robe, and came to the main hall of Hanshan Temple, and at this time, one of the founders of Hanshan Temple, Master Hanshan was chanting with his eyes closed in the main hall.

Seeing Cheng Chubi's arrival, he opened his eyes slightly.

"Have you decided?" Master Hanshan asked.

"Yes, Master, the apprentice has already had an epiphany." Cheng Chubi bowed slightly, and still respected this master very much, because when Cheng Chubi ran into walls everywhere, he was the only one who overrode public opinion, accepted Cheng Chubi as a disciple, and gave him the magic number.

What's more, this master of Hanshan gave Cheng Chubi a little scarring, Cheng Chubi was able to die with a whimper, and Cheng Xuanji was able to occupy the magpie's nest, it can be said that Master Hanshan is Cheng Xuanji's reborn parents.

"Go, go, let's go, the monks are at home, they are all cultivating, the red dust is rolling, and when you see through the red dust and come back, Hanshan Temple will eventually have a place for you." Master Hanshan waved his hand.

"Yes, Master, Xuanji will retire."

Cheng Chubi walked out and came to the gate of Hanshan Temple, at this time, I saw the gate of Hanshan Temple, everyone was already waiting, among them there were many so-called talents, seeing Cheng Chubi, there seemed to be a trace of disdain in his eyes.

These people have also heard of Cheng Chubi's poems, so they all feel that Cheng Chubi bought them from elsewhere and did not do them himself at all, and among the literati, it is a very shameful thing to buy other people's poems.

"Hey, Yanmo!" Cheng Chubi glanced at the so-called literati present and said, "Grinding ink." ”

"Saburo, here?" Cheng Chuliang asked.

"Yes." Cheng Chubi nodded.

"Okay, hurry up and give Saburo a grind." Cheng Chuliang hurriedly instructed that he didn't dare not agree now, for fear that Cheng Chubi would be in a mood again, and then go to another place to become a monk.

The servant hurriedly took out the inkstone, studied it on the spot, and after a while, Cheng Chubi took the brush and came to the female wall of Hanshan Temple, and wrote on it: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. ”

Then write the word "Xuanji" next to it, Cheng Chubi still used wild grass words, which made people look at it, and couldn't help but light up, at this time, the grass saint Zhang Xu is estimated to have not been born yet, as for Master Huineng Zu, it is estimated that he is still a child running around with a bare buttocks.

However, when Shangguan Yi and the others saw Cheng Chubi's words and poems, their faces showed complicated expressions for a while, and then Shangguanyi, led by Shangguanyi, bowed to Cheng Chubi one after another, expressing their convincing.

"I didn't expect Brother Cheng's talent to be so amazing, a model for my generation."

"It's nothing more than talented."

"I'm really underestimating the world."

"I might as well too!"

“……”

Everyone opened their mouths one after another, most of these people are children of the family, and they are still relatives, the family marriage, even if it is the royal family, they dare not underestimate it, the family of this era is quite arrogant and quite united, it is said that in order to lose Li Er's face, the family actually claimed that the daughter of the family is not allowed to marry into the royal family, so that Li Er is very unable to come to the stage, but there is no way to take them, so far Li Er's harem has not had a family daughter.

"Cheng Sanlang, your poem is full of Zen, I am indeed inferior to you, your wild grass, as if there is a tendency to become a generation of grandmasters, I am not as good as you, I should not underestimate you." Shangguan Yi couldn't help but say, he is young and vigorous, but he is not a person who can't afford to lose, and now that Cheng Chubi has revealed such a hand, he no longer dares to underestimate Cheng Chubi.

"I said San Lang, where did you learn this word?" Cheng Chuliang asked with some curiosity: "I remember that your head hurts when you go to school, and you can sleep when you read a book, this word ......?"

"Groove cake, pretending to be too exposed!" Cheng Chubi secretly screamed that it was not good, but he quickly thought of a rhetoric. There was a trace of sadness on his face: "Second brother, San Lang, since I became a monk, I have been instructed by the master, and finally understand that wasting time is a great sin, so for more than a year, I have been reading and writing and copying scriptures every day, and I can't wait to spend all my time on learning, and finally there is a small success, Amitabha, brothers, don't waste your time, tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much, every day is tomorrow, everything is in vain, the world is tired of tomorrow, tomorrow is infinite veteran, morning and dusk are rolling east, The ancient sun is falling in the west, a hundred years and tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song tomorrow. ”

"Three poems a day, it's really a generation of madman Cheng Saburo!"

"What a madman!"

"No, no, no, San Lang is a family member, he should be called a mad monk!"

"Mad Monk also!"

“……”

Unknowingly, the name of this mad monk Cheng Saburo spread like this.