The moon is in the sky, the breeze is gentle, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated in the courtyard.

A few side dishes with wine, with a pot of aged daughter red, a few glasses in such an environment is really a great pleasure in life.

In addition to the wine, there is also a pot of tea, which is specially prepared for Monk Li Xuan and Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen pinched his nose and ate some peanuts and rice, drank two cups of tea, and forcibly refused to look at the meat.

At this time, the shopkeeper Zhao stood up.

Zhao Wouji, the name of the shopkeeper, is a landed talent, but he does have a bit of talent, and it is a great regret in his life that he failed to get fame.

"Everyone, everyone is a talented person, today here in Zhao, let's have a small discussion, each of us composes a poem, in order to help the wine, I don't know what everyone thinks?"

Monk Li Xuan applauded loudly, but said: "Of course, it's good to compose poems to help fun, but everything must have a colorful head, otherwise this poem will not be done."

Over there, the Iron Fan Immortal Merry Man Chen Ding asked, "I don't know what Master Li Xuan said about the color head?"

"Caitou, of course, it is something to care about, the poor monk proposed, if my poem is approved by you, then please ask the shopkeeper Zhao to solve the problem of borrowing 30,000 taels of silver proposed by the poor monk as soon as possible, I don't know if it is possible?"

Zao Wou-Ki smiled and nodded, "As long as Master Li Xuan's poems pass the test, and there is a suitable guarantee, borrowing is not a problem."

Huo Yuanzhen watched coldly from the side, knowing that these people had probably already discussed the loan issue, and at this time they should have deliberately done it for themselves.

Chen Ding laughed: "That's the same for the next lottery, twenty-five thousand taels, Zhao's shopkeeper should think about it."

Zhao Wuji nodded, and then looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "I don't know the intention of the abbot of the first ring?"

Huo Yuanzhen made a Buddha name: "The poor monk also thinks so, if the poor monk's poems are still in the ear, please ask the shopkeeper Zhao to solve the poor monk's solution of 50,000 taels of silver."

"Then it depends on whether the abbot has the ability to do this."

Zhao Wouji looked at Huo Yuanzhen, his eyes were a little contemptuous, after all, Huo Yuanzhen's age was really unconvincing.

"But what if you lose?" Zao asked another question.

Chen Ding thought for a while: "If the poems under me can't work, I will punish myself with a pound of wine."

Zhao Wuji said with a smile: "This is not appropriate, if it is Master Li Xuan and the abbot of the First Ring who punished wine in the past, after all, they are monks, and they don't drink alcohol, and the punishment of alcohol is a great punishment, and your punishment for alcohol is not cheap for you."

Hearing Zhao Wou-Ki say this, Qian Delu's face changed over there, after all, Huo Yuan was really a guest brought by himself, if he was punished for drinking and breaking the precepts of Buddhism here, it would be a little difficult for him to do it.

Just as he was about to speak, Li Xuan suddenly said: "According to the meaning of Zhao's shopkeeper, if the poor monk loses, he will be punished for drinking and eating meat."

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen already understood that these people deliberately planned to humiliate themselves, as long as they agreed to this proposal, they were afraid that they would be punished for drinking and eating meat in a while.

After all, the monks are vegetarians, and they can't touch wine and meat, and in their opinion, if they lose, they are afraid that they will have to leave on the spot, and they would rather not borrow money than drink wine and eat meat.

But Huo Yuan smiled secretly in his heart, just a few of you rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs also want to design and frame the poor monk, not to mention that the poor monk can't lose, even if he really loses, he is not afraid of the punishment of drinking and eating meat at all, he has been in this world for so long, and the bird is about to fade out of his mouth, just take this opportunity to justifiably solve his cravings.

At that time, even if it spreads, outsiders will only say that they are willing to be humiliated for the development of the temple, which is also a good reputation.

But Huo Yuanzhen can only think about it, on this occasion today, he really can't lose.

Huo Yuanzhen also nodded and said: "Since Master Li Xuan is so bold, the poor monk can't be willing to be left behind, no matter what, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is sitting in his heart, in case the poor monk loses, presumably the Buddha will also understand the poor monk's hard work."

The faces of the rest of the people changed, but they didn't expect Huo Yuanzhen to have such courage, this is not the same as an ordinary monk, if you are an ordinary monk, you are afraid that you will be furious when you hear this condition.

The lottery heads were finalized one by one, and Qian Delu did not participate in the poetry competition, as a judge, after all, his identity should still be fair.

As the one who proposed, Zao Wou-Ki was the first to stand up.

Holding the flask in his hand, Zao Wou-Ki took square steps and came to the foot of an apricot tree.

After tasting a sip of wine, Zao Wou-Ki slowly spoke: "The green poplar smoke is light and cold, the red apricot branches are springy, the floating hatred and entertainment are less, and the daughter who is willing to love smiles lightly."

"Good, really good!".

Chen Ding applauded loudly beside him.

Monk Lixuan over there also nodded frequently: "The poems of the shopkeeper Zhao are really speechless, the red apricot branches are spring, and the breath of spring is strong, which is refreshing!"

Qian Delu also couldn't help but applaud, it is true that Zao Wou-ki's poems are still very level.

Only Huo Yuanzhen smiled silently, thinking that it was too coincidental, this poem seemed to be similar to the one he knew in his previous life, and if it was worse, it was a little worse than the one he knew in his previous life, and it was just right for him to use.

Hearing everyone's applause, Zhao Wouji was very proud, and when he was full of ambition, he saw Huo Yuanzhen smiling and silent, and suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, and said coldly: "The abbot refuses to make a sound, presumably the poems below are unbearable to the abbot's ears."

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand: "This is a bad word, Zhao Shizhu's poems are fresh and chic, and they are indeed good, but they are only slightly flawed, but they are not a big problem, and the flaws do not hide the jade, which is also a good sentence."

"Oh!".

Zao Wou-Ki immediately became interested, returned to his seat and sat down, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Then please ask the abbot for some pointers, I don't know if there are any flaws in the following verses?"

This poem Zao Wou-Ki has been brewing for a long time, just waiting to take it out today and show it off, he thinks he is flawless, and now Huo Yuanzhen said that there are still flaws, so he is naturally not convinced, although he said that he would ask for advice, but he made up his mind in his heart, as long as Huo Yuanzhen can't say a thing or two, he will laugh at him.

Over there, Chen Ding and Li Xuan also looked at Huo Yuanzhen, ready to see Huo Yuanzhen's jokes.

Huo Yuan was really not in a hurry, he slowly took a sip of tea, his posture was very sufficient, and his movements were slow, which made the old rivers and lakes a little unbearable, and he couldn't bear it before he said: "Master Zhao, the sentence of the red apricot branch is spring, I don't know if I can change it."

"How to change, it's spring now, and the red apricot blossoms are blooming, is there still a difference in this sentence?"

Without waiting for Zhao Wouji to speak, Li Xuan had already jumped out first, his peers were enemies, the two temples were in Shaomu Mountain, and they came here together to borrow money, he naturally looked at Huo Yuan really unpleasantly.

"It's also simple, the poor monk thinks, it's better to change it to the red apricot branches in spring."

"The red apricot branches are in spring!".

A few people fell silent for an instant, and they savored there.

Soon, Zao Wou-Ki's face showed embarrassment, and there was a hint of excitement in the embarrassment.

Over there, Qian Delu was the first to speak: "Okay! Great! Abbot, you have changed just one word, and the realm of the whole poem has been raised by more than one grade! Spring is noisy! Absolute! Amazing! This one word is full of trouble, and this poem will become a good sentence for the ages in the future!"

Chen Ding over there finally couldn't help but admire: "Indeed, the change of this word does have the finishing touch, a ring abbot, admire it below."

Both of them spoke one after another, and Zao Wou-Ki also spoke: "Thank you Abbot for your advice, Zhao has been taught."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wuji raised a glass of wine and drank it all to express his gratitude.

Only Li Xuan was a little unconvinced, but Huo Yuan's really changes were really wonderful, and he didn't say much, so he could only say sourly: "Changing a word is not a big skill, and being able to make complete verses is really talented."

After finishing speaking, Li Xuan looked at Chen Ding: "Chen Daxia, it's your turn."

Unexpectedly, Chen Ding waved his hand: "That's it, I originally had a sentence, but the poetry of the shopkeeper Zhao is excellent, coupled with the change of the abbot of the first ring, it has become a good sentence, and I admit defeat under it."

Li Xuan didn't expect Chen Ding to admit defeat directly, and he was unhappy, but he had no choice but to stand up and say to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot of the First Ring, Chen Daxia is clumsy, and we are the only ones left, will you come first or I will come first?"

"Master Li Xuan, please".

"Okay, we are monks, although Hongchen poems will also, but after all, it does not conform to our identity, the poor monk proposed, we should compose poems, it should be related to Buddhism, I don't know what the abbot wants?"

"As it should be".

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen agree, Li Xuan seemed to be relieved, seeing Huo Yuanzhen change Zhao Wouji's poems before, it seemed to be quite skillful, he really didn't know the bottom in his heart, so he added a limit, presumably Huo Yuanzhen couldn't come up with any very good verses in a short period of time, and this time his chances of winning increased greatly.

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