PS: On the fifth day of the National Day, are you ready to return? Have a safe journey!

Yi Qingchen complained bitterly, simply closed his eyes and recuperated, and after a while, the car got off the Fengcun Bridge and turned to the river embankment.

"That's it." Yi Qingchen opened his mouth and said, "I'm in trouble...... Aunt Xin! ”

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, and Yi Qingchen was even more embarrassed, not because of the trouble, but because the last sentence 'Aunt Xin' was weird no matter how you heard it.

"Humph!" Xiao Xiao snorted lightly, as if Yi Qingchen had taken a big advantage, leaving Yi Qingchen with an inexplicable face, messy in the warm wind.

On the bank of the Grand Canal, Fengqiao Scenic Area River Feng Thatched Cottage. It was March now, and the river embankment was lush and green, Yi Qingchen slowly wandered along the river embankment, and suddenly saw an ancient building looming in the shade.

Curious, Yi Qingchen walked away, through the shade of the tree, gradually glimpsed the whole picture of the ancient building, the small building is divided into three floors, antique, at a glance, you can know that it has been carefully repaired. When I got closer, I knew that this was a teahouse, but I didn't know who the owner of this teahouse was.

There is no door to welcome the teahouse, but there is a couplet on each side, and the right side is: the four are empty, and there is no difference between you and me when you sit for a while; On the left side is: the two ends are the road, eat one and eat each west and east; There is a plaque in the middle, the three words of "three more Zen" are written on it, and the pen is as strong as a dragon going out to sea, the atmosphere is majestic but does not lose the wind and bones, presumably it is from the hands of famous artists.

"Three more Zen teahouse!" Yi Qingchen suddenly found it interesting.

The whole teahouse is mostly a wooden structure, Yi Qingchen climbs the stairs to enter, the inside is more Chinese style as an element, carved railings and jade masonry blue and white ornaments, painting screen curtains red sandalwood smoke, you can see the works of literati and ink writers everywhere, it can be seen that the people who designed this teahouse must have put a lot of effort, it can be said that it is unique.

Although Yi Qingchen has little knowledge of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, this does not prevent Yi Qingchen's yearning for beautiful things. In particular, the picture of the word "Zen" in the wild grass, although it is not seen, there is a faint Zen rhyme, I don't know who wrote it; The two lines of cautionary sentences in the lower left corner are also written in wild cursive, and the penmanship is indulgent and vigorous: the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the water is not ice at all; The world is chaotic and the people are poor, and the king does not come out to call the shots.

The cursive word "Zen" is like flowing water, in one go, the majestic Buddha breath is about to come out, and the two lines of inscription are like stormy waves, and like morning bells and dusk drums, hitting the bottom of the heart, washing not only the mood, but also the soul; For a while, Yi Qingchen was addicted to it, unable to help himself, and seemed to fall into an inexplicable Buddha realm!

Shaoqing, an old man with a childish face and crane hair paced by, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw this situation, so he stopped and watched for a long time, so that the young man behind him was stopped by the old man several times, and had no choice but to stand aside. And such a scene happened to be caught in the eyes of the middle-aged man who came in the door, and he was stunned!

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then wondered, I don't know who is the young descendant who watched Mobao, who can let Old Mr. Ouyang be willing to live in the queen? The two are old and young, one is sharp, and the other is old and strong. And the young man behind Mr. Ouyang had a gloomy face, and he almost couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, which was an emotion called jealousy; The man suddenly realized that this nephew, whom he had high hopes for, was embarrassed and useful.

"Whew!" Yi Qingchen woke up leisurely, exhaled a long breath, was refreshed, open-minded, and indescribably comfortable; It is enough to die at night! The ancients did not deceive.

"Hahaha!" Suddenly there was laughter, Yi Qingchen looked for the sound, and saw that outside the palm behind him, an old man with a childish face who was more than an old man with a childish face had blazing eyes, stroked his beard and laughed, this laughter came inexplicably, and for a while Yi Qingchen was stunned on the spot.

Fortunately, the laughter did not last long, the old man stopped smiling and paced closer, and said with a look of surprise on his face: "Xiaoyou's Buddha nature is transparent, and the Buddha relationship is profound, so good!" Very good! Very good! ”

"Kidneys are good?" Yi Qingchen's face was full of black lines, and he immediately labeled the old man as unscrupulous.

"Bang Bang!" The middle-aged man at the door high-fived and said astringently: "It's rare for the old man to laugh so heartily, he really envy others." ”

Hearing this, it was the young man who snorted lightly, his face showed disdain, and turned to the middle-aged man and said respectfully, "Uncle." ”

"Hey, old man, old man, I can't compare to you descendants!" The old man sighed: "It's rare to meet such an interesting young man, it's not in vain for the old man's hard work, the 'Zen' word of Daoyan monk is considered to be a complete merit!" ”

The old man said Zen machine, Yi Qingchen was in the fog when he listened, but the middle-aged man who was smiling and laughing at himself on the side was very surprised, he knew the old man's temperament too well, but if it wasn't for the word fate, let you be the big official of the frontier or the rich one, for the old man, it would be just the same as a passerby, and he would never be so pleasant, not to mention that he appreciated it, so he couldn't help but look at Yi Qingchen differently.

"Do you know where this 'Zen' word picture comes from?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Forehead......" Yi Qingchen hesitated: "The old man just mentioned Monk Daoyan, and I think it was from the hand of this master. ”

"Master? Hahaha, interesting, interesting. The old man laughed, his eyes closed slightly, and he stroked his white beard and said: "Monk Daoyan is also a master, this person is a master of Buddhism in the Ming Dynasty, proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and can be said to be a collection of hundreds of masters; It's just that this Zen word picture has no money, two no seals, the source is naturally impossible to study, and the Buddhist world and the calligraphy world are also arguing. ”

"Huh?" Yi Qingchen was stunned, as the old man said, just now he did enter a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, the vast Sanskrit sound echoed, enduring, and he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Judging from Yi Qingchen's stunned expression, it is self-evident; It was the old man who said happily: "With the expression of a little friend, I think that the rumored method of visualization does exist, and I am even more sure in my heart that this 'Zen' word picture should be from the Taoist monk, not the person with the inscription!" ”

"Could it be that the word 'Zen' and these two inscriptions are not written by the same person?" Yi Qingchen was puzzled, not to mention the unmistakable cursive, just to say that the whole calligraphy and painting has no sense of disobedience, and it seems that anyone is also from one person's handwriting.

"Little friend, look carefully." The old man just smiled, but he didn't speak.

Yi Qingchen hesitated for a moment, after all, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, and then turned to the word 'Zen', carefully examined, there was indeed no clue, when he looked at the two lines of cautionary sentences, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, between the word 'ice' and the word 'Lord', there was indeed a vague imprint, if you didn't look carefully, you thought it was a smudged ink; Yi Qingchen couldn't help but bend forward, staring for a moment before seeing the vague imprint, but it was a seal script, suspected to be the word 'Wen Zhongzi'.

"Wen Zhongzi?" Yi Qingchen hesitated.

"Little friendly eyesight!" The old man did not hesitate to praise the words, stroked his beard and said: "Back then, the 'Four Uniques' Wen Zhengming used the 'Wen Zhongzi' seal, and these two cursive sentences have been identified, and they are indeed written by the writers, but this 'Zen' word, the world is arguing, but there is no way to verify it. ”

"In this case, how can the old man be sure that the word 'Zen' is from the Daoyan monk and not Wen Zhengming?" Yi Qingchen defended himself.

"Hmm." The old man said with a sly smile: "There is a lot of article here, why don't you make a pot of tea and talk slowly with your little friend." ”

"Huh!" Yi Qingchen sneered: "Thanks to the old man's love, the kid is disrespectful!" ”

"Huh!" At this moment, a startling sound suddenly came, but I saw a person walking in at the door of the teahouse again.

Yi Qingchen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw someone coming, acquaintance? Of course, if one side is also familiar; Wearing a simple ONLY skirt, it is just right to bind the plump body, enchanting without losing intellectuality, but Yurun is also calm, it is Aunt Xin.

"Old man, old Qi, what ......are you doing" The woman was slightly surprised, and turned to Yi Qingchen with a smile: "Little handsome guy, let's meet again!" ”

"What did I say, the magpie is still in the nest, there will be happy events, it turns out that the crazy girl is back!" The old man smiled when he stepped on, obviously very fond of women.

"Aunt Xin." The young man behind the old man said politely, a trace of desire inadvertently flashed in his eyes, and although he concealed it well, the sound of low breathing betrayed him.

"Ha, Zhiyuan is also here, it's really getting more and more handsome." The woman laughed coquettishly, then turned to the old man and said, "I just heard that the old man wants to make tea, and I think I can't make up the number indiscriminately!" ”