Chapter 11: The Zen Room

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Chen Zhuo had a faint smile on his face, and he was humble again and again, taking advantage of the fact that everyone didn't care, and gave Jiang You a look.

Jiang You immediately understood, stepped forward, and said with a smile: "Since Brother Chen Zhuo Meiyu is in front, then I have to throw bricks in the future." ”

Everyone immediately looked at him with a smile, and Chen Zhuo nodded at Jiang You with a smile and a smile.

Jiang You's eyes swept over Chen Zhuo, and he glanced at the slender waist that was exposed in the curve of Yiyun, and the blazing light flashed when he turned his head, he coughed lightly and said loudly: "One pot at a time, taste the bitterness of the world." In the coarse tea and fresh water, the beginning of the epiphany. ”

As soon as Jiang You's voice fell, everyone also tasted it.

Wei Qiao pretended to bow his head and squirm his lips, as if he was savoring poetry, but in fact, he was secretly shaking his head in his heart. These people who read books are thicker than his skin.

"Life is like tea, and it is commendable that Master Jiang can realize this truth in the world." Master Yinkong held the Buddha beads in his hand and said with a smile.

In Daqi, where the literary style is flourishing, this poem is at most a limerick poem, which is not a few grades worse than Chen Zhuo's just now.

Yiyunsu skirt swayed, and the beautiful pretty face hung a shallow smile, and she didn't comment out loud.

Chen Zhuo looked around at everyone's disappointed expressions, couldn't help it anymore, and laughed with a spring breeze on his face, "Haha, Brother Jiang's poem is indeed excellent, understand the true meaning of life on the side of the Buddha, complement each other, complement each other!" ”

When everyone heard this, they nodded their heads and looked at Jiang You with an encouraging smile.

Jiang You's face did not move, looking at Chen Zhuo's extremely smug smile, but he secretly sneered in his heart, "In November, I see how you laugh!" ’

Everyone commented again, and naturally Chen Zhuo's poetry was superior. Now not only is it praised by the Yinkong master who is respected by Daqi, but it is also impressed by the beauty who has been thinking about it in his heart, Chen Zhuo's heart has been infinitely inflated, and he is fluttering and forgetful.

"You don't have to praise, poetry is a trail, just a discussion. Oh, by the way, is there anything Brother Wei didn't do? Chen Zhuo was humble for a while, as if he had just seen Wei Qiao, and suddenly realized.

When everyone heard this, they all turned their heads to look at Wei Qiao, and Yi Yun took a step lightly, standing on the side of Wei Qiao, the slender legs set off by the plain skirt showed the curves, dazzling people's eyes.

Wei Qiao smiled indifferently, from the beginning he knew that Chen Zhuo and the others were not good, and now that the foreplay was enough, Wei Qiao knew that the dinner was on the table.

Wei Qiaofeng said something lightly that made everyone stunned.

"Hehe, I'm not good at writing poetry."

A three-year-old child in Daqi can come up with a poem, but Wei Qiao said that he can't compose poetry! Everyone looked at each other in amazement, they never thought that Wei Qiao would say 'not good at poetry' so simply.

Chen Zhuo was slightly stunned, then sneered at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and said with an extremely lenient smile: "Hehe, I think Brother Wei thinks that my poems are unbearable, so I don't want to make it difficult for others." ”

Master Yinkong's face was kind, smiling without saying a word, Yi Yun's pretty face flashed with surprise, and his beautiful eyes showed a look of doubt.

Xiangling glared at Chen Zhuo with a fierce face, and her little fists were clenched tightly. She naturally knew that her young master was extremely talented, and she still had the poems he sent in her arms.

Jiang You is not like Chen Zhuo, his brows furrowed slightly, he can't understand this friend who used to talk to him about everything.

Chu Yi's eyes widened, his face flushed, if it weren't for Yiyun and Yinkong Master on his side, he would have laughed out loud. At this moment, my heart was beating violently, "The Wei family kid is useless compared to me, hahaha, I can compose poems... Haha...'

Wei Qiao's expression was indifferent, he looked around at everyone, his eyes were always faint, and finally looked at Chen Zhuo and said seriously: "Brother Chen Meiyu is in front, Brother Jiang is throwing bricks behind, and I have been thinking about it for a long time, in addition to the copper smell at home, there are also some cloths, I really don't know what to throw and what to lead, so it's quite sad, hey!" ”

Looking at Wei Qiao, who was serious at first and finally with a sad face, the green-clothed maid beside Yiyun couldn't help but snort and laughed.

Chen Zhuo's expression was stunned, and then his face was difficult to look at. Master Yinkong still looked kind, and Yi Yun gently pursed his rosy lips with a shallow smile. The little girl Xiangling covered her small mouth, her big eyes were full of smiles, she knew that someone was going to be unlucky in the back.

Chen Zhuo's eyes could breathe fire, and he didn't expect Wei Qiao to mock and ridicule him in front of everyone regardless of his demeanor.

Chen Zhuo's face was gloomy, with a cold smile, "Oh, so Brother Wei can think of it now?" ”

Wei Qiao's folding fan fanned gently, and Feng Shen said lightly: "I thought of it." ”

Chen Zhuo sneered even more, his eyes became more and more cold, and he said, "Then what is Brother Wei going to throw?" ”

Wei Qiao's head turned slightly, his eyes were as cold as electricity, and he looked directly at Chen Zhuo, and said with a smile: "Throw other people's bricks and lead your own jade." ”

Chen Zhuo barely maintained his demeanor, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Then Brother Wei, please." ”

Wei Qiao didn't see his gloomy face, and as soon as Chen Zhuo's voice fell, he opened his mouth and came: "Slant Hui enters the ancient temple, and the evening shines on Gaolin." The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep. The mountain light is pleasant and the bird is surnamed, and the pond shadow is empty. Wan Lai is silent, but he hears the sound of the bell. ”

As soon as Wei Qiao's mouth was closed, the scene instantly fell silent into the night, and there were no insects and birds.

After a long time, Master Yinkong took the lead in speaking, his face was full of compassion, the Buddha's light was shining, and he said calmly, "Amitabha, Lord Wei is not only talented, but also humble and cautious. It is more valuable to have a pure heart and a deep understanding of Buddhism. It's hard to come by. ”

Yiyun pursed her mouth lightly, whispered for a while, and then raised her head, her pretty eyes flashed, and she said crisply like a jade bead rolling: "The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep." The mountain light is pleasant and the bird is surnamed, and the pond shadow is empty. Wei Gongzi's poem is indeed superior, and it has a deep Buddhist fate. ”

Chu Yan's eyes were round, and in the clouds and fog that the two masters said, he scratched his ears and cheeks, and he didn't understand a word.

Jiang You's eyes flickered, and there was a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Chen Zhuo's face was as gloomy as ink, and he was almost able to drip water. He stared at Wei Qiao with resentful eyes, and the fists in his hands clenched rattle.

Although the little girl Xiangling didn't understand it, she knew that her young master's poem must be excellent, and her little face was red with excitement, and she hurriedly began to read it silently, eager to remember.

After Wei Qiao finished reading, he silently recited the sentence "Amitabha, sin, sin." But there was not the slightest expression of guilt on his face. Wei Qiao directly ignored the praise of the two, although he is now very leisurely, no different from living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but he does not have a trace of the idea of eating fasting and reciting Buddha for the rest of his life.

"Master Wei, I would like to enter the meditation room and talk with the old monk." In the silence of everyone, Master Yinkong suddenly spoke again.

As soon as Master Yinkong finished speaking, Chen Zhuo's eyes immediately lit up with anger, his snort was heavy, and his body even trembled violently.

Yi Yun's eyes flickered, he had not known Master Yinkong for a long time, and he had never entered Master Yinkong's meditation room, but she understood how much waves it would set off in the entire Jinling if she could enter Master Yinkong's meditation room.