The invitation letters issued by Fengchun Temple are ordinary letters, VIP letters, and top VIP letters.

The level of the invitation has nothing to do with the status of the invitee, but only the importance that Buddhism attaches to the invitee.

For example, an old farmer in the barren mountains on the outskirts of the city, who has a lot of Mo family heritage, got a top-level invitation, and several royals in Rainforest City got only VIP letters.

As for Lu Lingjun and the children of the powerful, without exception, all they got were ordinary letters, but even so, it was difficult to find a letter for the thousands of powerful children in the city.

Now that the teenagers looked at the top-level invitation letter in Ye Changsheng's hand, how could they not be shocked?

Stole, bought, or picked up?

All the invitations were named, so the teenagers had no way to guess where the top invitations in Ye Changsheng's hands came from?

Chen Xinfang was the first to react, and sneered: "You shouldn't have copied a fake one just to get in!"

Ye Changsheng's eyes were cold, his body retreated slightly, he put away the invitation with an unmoving expression, and said coldly: "The truth has nothing to do with you, please take care of yourself." ”

Chen Xinfang didn't expect Ye Changsheng to speak against him, so he couldn't help but look a little angry, and glared at Ye Changsheng viciously.

At this moment, on the mountain road, another group of people stepped forward, and a middle-aged man led by him couldn't help but sink his face when he saw Lu Lingjun.

"Lingjun, let's not go in yet, what kind of body is standing here!"

Lu Lingjun's father, Lu Zhizhao, was around forty, with an elegant complexion and a long body, wearing a dark blue scribe's robe, with an ancient pattern of the south wind embroidered on the collar.

As one of the four princes of the Rainforest Principality, Lu Zhizhao had a majestic momentum, and Chen Xinfang and other teenagers also forgot to be angry with Ye Changsheng, and stepped forward to salute one after another.

Lu Lingjun tugged at the corners of his clothes nervously, walked forward with his head drooped, and whispered, "Lingjun has seen my father!"

Lu Zhizhao looked at his daughter angrily and distressedly, and scolded in a low voice: "If you don't come back, you won't go home, if your mother hadn't stopped you, I would have arrested you and locked you up!"

Lu Lingjun said in horror: "Don't, Lingjun won't be obedient in the future!"

Several elders behind Lu Zhizhao smiled silently, and one of them stepped forward and said: "Lord Wang, it is rare to have this grand event, Lingjun can come to participate, and it is also a good thing to have a long insight." ”

Lu Zhizhao nodded reservedly, letting go of his daughter, and then glanced at Ye Changsheng on the side.

Ye Changsheng felt something in his heart, and smiled at Lu Zhizhao and signaled his head.

Lu Zhizhao was surprised, took a step forward, and bowed his head reservedly: "Presumably this is Ye Gongzi, thank you Ye Gongzi, I rescued Lingjun, this king will definitely raise a lot of thanks!"

Ye Changsheng replied lightly: "The prince is polite, it's just a gesture, besides, Prince Lingjun has already invited him to eat, so there is no need to thank him." ”

"Then how can it be done?" Lu Zhizhao turned his face sideways, and immediately an old man who looked like a housekeeper stepped forward and took out two silver tickets from his waist bag.

The old housekeeper smiled and said: "Ye Gongzi travels all over the world, and it takes some money to come, and these two thousand taels of silver are the prince's intentions, and I hope that the prince can accept it." ”

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, took the silver ticket, and thanked Lu Qian.

Lu Lingjun was on the side, but he was in a hurry, is my life worth two thousand taels of silver?

This Ye Gongzi is also really, you will accept it if you give it to you, don't you know that it is easy to be looked down upon!

Sure enough, everyone saw this scene in their eyes, and their eyes couldn't help but show contempt.

Lu Zhizhao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he didn't bother to say more to Ye Changsheng, took the invitation letter, and walked towards the mountain gate.

Lu Lingjun glanced at Ye Changsheng faintly, and under Chen Xinfang's urging, he had to follow his father's footsteps, hand over the invitation, and pass through the mountain gate.

Ye Changsheng waited for a moment and stepped forward and handed over the invitation.

The people in charge of the reception were the two acquaintance monks who met yesterday, and when they saw Ye Changsheng, they hurriedly saluted respectfully.

After Ye Changsheng returned the salute, he handed over the two thousand taels of silver tickets, and said with a smile: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, this money can be regarded as adding some incense money to your temple." ”

Regardless of the stunned expressions of the two monks, Ye Changsheng walked through the mountain gate and walked towards the temple on the top of the mountain.

The mountain road is divided into two roads, nobles like Lu Zhizhao walk one way, and the young talents who participate in the assessment take the other road.

Ye Changsheng walked up the stairs, walked through a courtyard gate, and entered an open-air courtyard.

The courtyard square is planted with several tall magnolias, although it is not the flowering season, but it reflects the surrounding antique buildings, which is very elegant.

Under the magnolia tree, there are more than 100 small wooden tables, and there are already many talented people sitting at the small tables, including Lu Lingjun and Chen Xinfang.

Ye Changsheng glanced around, sat down at an empty table in the back row, and when he was bored, he took out the worry-free rosary and held it in his palm.

One after another, the invited young talents rushed to the courtyard and filled the remaining seats.

More than a dozen monks streamed out of the side door, holding pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and placed a set on each small table.

Directly in front, a red-clothed elder stood up the steps, looked around everyone with wise eyes, and after saluting, he said solemnly: "Participating in the assessment of the meditation hall Buddhist meeting, there are a total of four levels, namely, literature, art, martial arts, gong, the first level, and literature. ”

Writers, articles, poems and songs are all listed here, but the texts assessed by the Buddha Association must be tightly linked to the word "Buddha".

After briefly explaining the rules, the red-clothed elder planted a stick of incense on an incense burner and lit the incense.

The deadline for a stick of incense is not long, but it is not short, and the teenagers dare not waste time, so they bury their heads in front of the small table and carefully consider it.

Lu Lingjun and the others were very relaxed, because they had done their homework in advance, and they meticulously copied the prepared poems and articles on paper.

After a dragon flying and phoenix dance, Lu Lingjun secretly looked back, but saw Ye Changsheng sitting there motionless, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

She secretly regretted in her heart, she knew that Ye Gongzi could get in, and she should have told him the rules yesterday, which saved him from temporarily clinging to him.

Ye Changsheng is indeed a little melancholy, he is just a swordsmith, he focuses on sword casting on weekdays, where is the time to learn those poems and songs?

And his handwriting is also average, just for basic copying purposes.

There is neither literary brilliance nor beautiful calligraphy, how can you pass the test?

If this is eliminated at the first level, it will be a big shame.

Ye Changsheng smiled bitterly in his heart, as far as his eyes could see, he happened to see the image of the Venerable Jiaye carved on a beam in front of him, and his heart suddenly moved.

All kinds of practice are methods,

The Buddha Buddha Flower Heart Lamp.

I can't understand how much emotion I have,

I wish to leave a smile to shine on the red dust.

In one go, putting the pen away, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile.

All kinds of cultivation are methods, and it is really so, the words he writes are smart and elegant, not only are they not ugly, but they also have a bit of carved Taoist rhyme.