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"Nian Pre-Junior Brother..."

The hind foot walked beside Nian Nian, and after looking at Nian Xu and Nian Feng who were walking in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info whispered a whisper.

Nian foresaw that the thought was a little sneaky, although I didn't know what I was doing in my heart. can think of it, and I also know that the reason why Nianlai is like this is that I don't want Nianxu and Nianfeng, who are walking in front, to hear it. So he also asked in a low voice, "What is the matter with Senior Brother?" ”

Reading it, he smiled and whispered: "Today's test... The junior and junior must be able to enter the scriptures, right? ”

The most weak thing at this time is this test. But this don't want to come, and when you really come, you can't stop it. I can't help but feel secretly in my heart... Alas! This thought comes to Senior Brother, it's really... Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned! You ask me, I ask who goes? But... Alas! Now I can only continue to pretend!

If you don't continue to pretend, will you have to tell the truth? Isn't that just like Nian Feng's yin intentions? Even if... Even if it is for the sake of the Yin goods of Diaphragm Ying Nianfeng, I have to slap my swollen face and become fat, and continue to pretend! But... This fat man can't always be a strong one! Why do you have to leave a live buckle for yourself, but you can't talk about it to death.

"Hey! It's okay! Everything that can be written has already been written. ”

I originally wanted to be high-profile, but in the end, I didn't make a high profile. Instead, he whispered to him, and whispered back to him.

In fact, the reason why he is so weak is because he didn't write much about it at all... Since he had never even heard of the name of the first sutra he heard from the mouth of the monk who shouted the question, how could he continue to write the following scriptures?

And the end of the question let me write myself, the most familiar with the hundred sentences of the scriptures and their commentaries... It was all a mess of things, and in the end, I couldn't make up enough sentences. Not to mention what he meant by those verses. And the position in the test room where he is not far from Nian Feng's yin people. So what Nianfeng is doing, he can see clearly.

Seeing Nianfeng's serious scripture writing, he made up his mind from his heart. Even if there is nothing to write, it can't go earlier than Nianfeng! So after making up his mind, he just spent it with Nianfeng.

Until Nianfeng got up and handed over the text and left the scene, although he was already a little impatient. I also want to hand it over myself after Nianfeng Jiaowen leaves. But eventually... He still thinks it's better to wait...

With a few of them, he became the last person to come out of the examination room. Actually, all of this... It's just a play he played by himself, so he doesn't want to think about it. Although he also knew that after the completion of the sutra, the monks who read the texts would quickly finish reading the texts one by one.

And I also heard that... This time, Master Puyun came and brought a lot of monks to help him. If you want to come to the trial text of these hundreds of people, you can read it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. So who's in and who's not... Naturally, it will be revealed.

Regardless of whether this will be revealed or not, he knows that he will definitely be useless. After all, I didn't even have the last question of the Sutra, and the hundred sentences of the Sutra were not completed, let alone the first question that was not written a word.

If you wait for the meeting to be checked and revealed, Nianfeng's Yin people will be in, and the next scripture test... Phew! What do you say with this stinky mouth? Do you still wish that Nian Feng's Yin people could not enter the next scripture test?

But... If you want to be prepared, you still have to take precautions in advance! Since I pretended to be pretended today, then Nian Feng really wants to enter the scripture test... If you can't say it, you will take the opportunity and squeeze yourself in turn. Well! It seems that after I go back, I will have to think of some ways to make a statement.

"Senior Brother Nian, who are you? ...”

Originally, I wanted to wait for the recitation and say two more words. But he didn't want to miss him this time, and after a few indistinct words, there was no movement. And when he looked at Nian Pre who was walking beside him, the look of embarrassment that appeared on Nian Pre's face from time to time was inevitably noticed by him. So I couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

As soon as Nian heard Nian's question for no reason, he knew that he was afraid that he had exposed his feet just now. Then he whispered, "Uh... I was distracted for a moment just now, and I hope that my senior brother won't be surprised! Don't be surprised! ”

As he spoke, he swept his eyes, and Yaozu, who was also walking beside him. Seeing Yaozu looking at the sky from time to time, he couldn't help but look up. I saw that at this time, the sky, because of the twilight, appeared in the sky, and many different forms of fire clouds came.

Although there are burning clouds every day, today's clouds are surprisingly beautiful, which can't help but make Nian Yu take a few more looks. He couldn't help but let him look at the heavens with the thought of walking and talking with him.

"Good Cloud"

In the spacious Buddhist room, an old monk kneeling on a brocade mat is looking up at the red cloud road in the sky. The old monk is about seventy, and his face is ruddy and does not show old age. A pair of deep eyes that are not wavering are staring at the red clouds that are slowly drifting in the sky at this time.

The old monk wearing a golden red brocade robe, in the robe, is a plain yellow silk robe. The long ebony beads hanging from the old monk's neck hung down the old monk's neck to his chest. A pair of old palms are twisting long beads from time to time, as if they are reciting scriptures silently.

Just as the old monk was still watching, the red clouds slowly drifting in the sky, a faint fragrance came from the old monk's side. The old monk couldn't help but pay attention to the thing that came from the fragrance.

The old monk who slowly picked up the green tea cup held the lamp at the bottom of one hand and followed the body of the cup in a half-arc with the other, and turned it slightly three times. Only then did he slowly drink the fragrant hot tea.

"Good tea."

The old monk who drank the tea slowly put down the tea cup that he had drunk. He nodded slightly in praise, and then continued after a slight pause: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the morning mangzi of Xiangquan Mountain in Aizhou." ”

"Hehe, the master is really a connoisseur of tea. Even this tea is the morning dish of Xiangquan Mountain. If it's someone else, even if you know it's a morning pick. I don't necessarily know where this morning note came from. Even if it can be tasted as a Xiangchen in Aizhou.. However, the morning dishes of the two mountains of Xiangquan and Xiangwu in this pass are almost the same, and it is difficult to distinguish which of the two mountains comes from. ”

After listening to what the old monk said, a middle-aged monk who was also wearing a robe praised the old monk with a smile. As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and then reached out and put the tea cup that the old monk put down and brought it to the porcelain tea table in front of him.

Then he picked up a green tea cup on the table and slowly poured water into the empty cup. At first, then at two and three at two and three o'clock, a trace of tea was poured into the cup. There was no break in the fourth pour. The water flow of the tea line did not spill a drop, and the faint tea fragrance was poured into the turquoise tea cup.

The middle-aged monk is about fifty-four or five years old, and his appearance is good, with a sense of nobility. Behind the middle-aged monk, on the left and right, sat a famous monk dressed in a blue silk robe. The two monks are tall and short, short on the left and tall on the right, the monk on the left is large and slightly fat, and the monk on the right is slightly thin.

Among them, the monk on the left is slightly older than the monk on the right, and he should look like he is about fifty years. And the monk on the right is also forty-six or seventeen years old. The faces of the two monks were not the same at this time, and the rich face of the monk on the left was maintained as if it were nothing, with a trace of easy-going smile. The monk on the right has a calm face, and there seems to be a trace of rigor in the calm.

Just as the middle-aged monk pushed the brewed teacup in front of the old monk again, a monk who appeared outside the Buddha folded his hands to the middle-aged monk indoors, bowed in the direction where the old monk was sitting, and said: "Amitabha, the master, the master, the master, the sutra has ended." ”

The monk was about the same age as the middle-aged monk. He was wearing a blue silk shirt, and his face was very ordinary. After hearing what he said, the middle-aged monk nodded slightly: "Hmm! Got it. Step hoof, you can sit too. You've had a busy day today, so sit down and rest. ”

"No."

The monk, who was called Buhu by the middle-aged monk, bowed slightly to the middle-aged monk and the old monk and bowed with his hands. Only then did he take off his shoes outside the Buddha's room, stepped on the smooth wooden floor indoors, and came to the place where the monks were slightly behind him and knelt down.

"Tea is good, and Tao is good."

The old monk who picked up the green tea cup again and slowly drank the tea in the cup couldn't help but nod his head slightly and praised.

When the middle-aged monk heard the old monk's words, he said humbly with a little joy on his face: "The master praised it falsely, Xiangzhen's tea ceremony can enter the eyes of the master, but it is not in vain." ”

The old monk shook his head slightly and said, "The master and nephew are too humble, good is good." As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, looked at the green tea cup in his hand, and then said: "The morning of Xiangquan Mountain in this pass, although it is not far from the morning of Xiangwu Mountain, is a famous drink in Aizhou. If you don't savor the flavor between the two lines, there is no difference. After all, the two mountains are close to each other, and if you have to separate them, you can't separate them.

But the morning of this Xiangquan Mountain, because of the sweet spring in the mountain, is a sweet breath in the tea. Even if there is no good water to guide when making tea, as long as the brewing method is right, you can still make good tea. The morning of Xiangwu Mountain is moistened by the fog water in the mountains, although the tea is also sweet, but the sweetness is lighter. Lao Ge is from this tea is lighter, or sweeter, to judge the mountain from which this morning note comes from.

However, in good tea. If there is no good tool to plant, it is not possible. The teacher and nephew take the tea porcelain produced in Duxuan County of Benzhou as the carrier, and this fragrant spring morning paper also complements each other. It is supplemented by the exquisite tea ceremony of the master and nephew, which is the icing on the cake. The old man ate this tea very well today, thank you for your hospitality. ”

"Amitabha, the master can come to the temple to open the scriptures. Xiangzhen, as the temple leader of Jinlin Hongti Temple, is grateful for the kindness of the master! Why? Isn't this a shame, Master? ”

Xiangzhen listened to what the old monk said, but hurriedly folded his hands, bowed slightly to the old monk, and said respectfully by chanting the Buddha's name.