Chapter 235: Arhat and Guanyin (Three Watches)

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen coming in from outside, the people inside reacted differently.

Huyan Aobo was stunned, because he had never seen Huo Yuanzhen.

The four little talents in the south of the Yangtze River, except for Tang Caizi, the other three people all changed their faces, didn't this monk see this monk at West Lake yesterday.

For this monk, the three of them have instinctively had a trace of fear, this person is indeed a must in poetry, and I am afraid that the level of couplets is not low.

It's not good to chant scriptures and worship the Buddha, this monk is running around blindly, he wants bad things, he wants bad things.

The people of the Murong family are not very good-looking, because of Murong Qiuyu's relationship, they don't have a good impression of Huo Yuanzhen, but since he came to see the couplet, let him take a look.

And Murong Qiuyu covered her little mouth with her hands, tears flowing, this monk always appeared at the most critical time, making her heart chaotic.

Huo Yuanzhen glanced at Murong Qiuyu, the two looked at each other for a moment, Huo Yuanzhen nodded slightly, and there was a hint of love and pity in his eyes.

The meeting of a trace of eyes made Murong Qiuyu's heart rise with a burst of warmth, and he also settled down invisibly, with him, there must be no problem.

After looking around and taking in everyone's expressions one by one, Huo Yuanzhen said: "The poor monk went out for a walk early in the morning, I didn't expect you to come so early." ”

Looking at Zhu Caizi among the four little talents, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "The poor monk said yesterday that he must still have a chance to meet several donors, and the poor monk is not wrong." ”

Zhu Caizi's fat face was blue and white, and he still said: "Monk, you don't have to show off here, if today's couplet doesn't match, the Murong family's brand will be decided." ”

"Is there a time limit?"

Wen Caizi next to him said: "There is a time limit, within the three incense sticks, it must be matched, and now the two incense sticks have been burned, oh, the third incense stick has also burned more than half." ”

Huo Yuanzhen looked at the middle of the hall, and sure enough, there was an incense burner, there were two incense sticks burned in it, and one stick was burning, and there was not much left.

Fortunately, he came back in time, Huo Yuanzhen looked at Murong Qiuyu and said to him, "Miss Murong, can you sharpen ink for the poor monk?"

"Hmm. ”

Murong Qiuyu nodded, then walked up obediently, rolled up his sleeves, revealed his snow-white wrists, and picked up the pen and ink that had been prepared on the table.

This ink was intended by the Murong family to write couplets, but because it couldn't be used, it was never used.

Watching Murong Qiuyu polish Huo Yuanzhen's ink, Huyan Aobo and the four little talents next to him all showed jealous eyes, thinking to themselves how could this Murong Qiuyu, whose heart is higher than the sky, be so obedient, this monk is really blessed.

Huo Yuanzhen slowly came to the front of the four hanging couplets, and looked at the first couplet first.

This first couplet was written by Xu Caizi, and it read: "The boy hits the tongzi, the tongzi falls, and the boy is happy." ”

Huo Yuanzhen thought for a while, already had a case in his heart, and looked back at Murong Qiuyu.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen's view, Murong Qiuyu showed a sweet smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, and the people around him were all hot in their hearts, thinking that if this smile bloomed for himself, he was really willing to live a few years less.

Huo Yuanzhen scratched his head a little, what are you laughing at with me, I mean are you grinding the ink well.

Reluctantly, he walked to Murong Qiuyu's side: "Miss Murong, what's wrong?"

"It's almost. ”

Murong Qiuyu handed the brush to Huo Yuanzhen, then pushed the inkstone back, took out the rice paper that had been prepared a long time ago, and laid it out, waiting for Huo Yuanzhen to do it.

Huo Yuanzhen rolled up his sleeves, held the pen in one hand, wrote a pair of couplets on the rice paper, and then handed it to Murong Qiuyu: "Bother Miss Murong to hang it up." ”

Murong Qiuyu glanced at it, immediately smiled and nodded, and then came to the front of the couplet, personally climbed on the stool, and hung up the couplet.

That Xu Caizi saw that the monk was coming up, and hurriedly came here to watch carefully. ...,

Not only did he watch, but the people behind him also stood on tiptoe to watch, and some even read it out.

"The upper link is: the boy hits the tongzi, the tongzi falls, and the boy is happy. The next link is: the monk goes to the river, the river flows, and the monk swims. ”

When someone read it out, someone next to him immediately applauded.

"Wow! This master is really extraordinary, fair in battle, and good in handwriting. ”

"Yes, and they are monks themselves, so this couplet can be said to be seamless. ”

"Master, was this the inspiration you came from when you took a bath?"

The people below, especially the people from the Murong family, were all smiling and applauding Huo Yuanzhen.

Xu Caizi's face was a little ugly, and he couldn't help but say, "Monk, do you know how to swim, be careful not to drown." ”

"Amitabha, if Lord Xu Shi is willing to pretend to be a boy to beat Tongzi, then it is not impossible for the poor monk to go upstream of the river. ”

The people below immediately burst into laughter, thinking that this monk was really quick-witted, not only did he match the couplet, but also sharply counterattacked Xu Caizi's difficult words, which was indeed wonderful.

Seeing Xu Caizi retreating in embarrassment, Huo Yuanzhen came to the front of the second couplet again.

At a glance, Huo Yuanzhen smiled dumbly, this literary genius is jealous of himself, and the couplet is actually related to the monk, no wonder it is not right.

The second couplet, the upper couplet: "The monk holds the boat, and the penny beats the Arhat in the heart of the river." ”

This couplet has been studied for a long time, but it is true that they have not found the answer, because the difficulty of this couplet is that it is based on shadows.

If a monk holds the boat, the bamboo pole will naturally hit the reflection of the monk in the river, which shows that this literary genius is also jealous of yesterday's events, and he thinks that he can beat Huo Yuanzhen when he does couplets.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen standing in front of the couplet and reading for a long time, the talented man immediately raised his toes, staggered to Huo Yuanzhen's side, and said mockingly: "Monk, don't you know how to swim?

"This couplet is really difficult, and the poor monk has not come up with it for a while. ”

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head and thought about it for a long time.

"This is natural, you are lucky to face Brother Xu's couplet, and when you get to Wen, you don't want to pass the test!"

The people next to him were nervously sweating for Huo Yuanzhen, if they couldn't match the two couplets, the Murong family would still be debranded.

Murong Qiuyu was also a little nervous, but she still looked at Huo Yuanzhen with encouraging eyes, she firmly believed in her heart that Huo Yuanzhen would definitely succeed, this guy was so talented, he teased himself at the beginning, how could he lose here.

Huo Yuanzhen slowly walked to Murong Qiuyu's side, and shook his head with some embarrassment: "Miss Murong, this union is difficult, give the poor monk some inspiration." ”

Murong Qiuyu rubbed his eyes, which were still a little red and swollen, and said in a low voice: "What inspiration I can give you, I can only polish the ink for you." ”

"It's okay to grind ink, poor monk think. ”

Huo Yuanzhen deliberately thought for a moment, and then suddenly turned back to Wen Caizi and said, "Yes, thanks to Miss Murong's reminder, the poor monk luckily thought of a lower link." ”

Wen Caizi's face changed: "If you think of something, say it quickly, don't be ashamed, just deceive yourself." ”

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, then looked back at Murong Qiuyu, who lowered his head and sharpened the ink, watched her shadow appear in the ink, and then said to him: "Murong girl, I'll say, you can write, how about it?"

Murong Qiuyu nodded: "Say it." ”

Huo Yuanzhen opened his mouth and said: "The beauty holds the pen, and the inkstone shows the Goddess of Mercy." ”

Murong Qiuyu paused, glanced at Huo Yuanzhen secretly, and then wrote out the next couplet with a little blushing and hung it next to the second couplet.

When everyone saw it, they were all amazed, this time even the people of the Murong family stood up, and Murong Qi praised it again and again: "Master's couplet, it's really wonderful, Arhat to Guanyin, shadow to shadow, eternal sentences, eternal sentences!"

Murong Qiuyu's elder brothers were even more excited, because the two sides agreed that as long as the Murong family faced two of the couplets, this time even if the Huyan family failed.

Now that Huo Yuanzhen has two pairs, the Murong family will no longer be delisted, how can they not be excited.

Several of Murong Qiuyu's elder brothers all ran to Huo Yuanzhen's side, and kept patting their ass, and his eldest brother was even more excited to send Huo Yuanzhen to his shoulder to encourage him.

Huo Yuanzhen said coldly to a few people: "Amitabha, several donors, this inspiration was brought to the poor monk by Miss Murong, you want to thank you, and you should thank Miss Murong." ”

A few people were suddenly a little embarrassed, and it was okay to let them thank them, but they couldn't open their mouths to let them thank Murong Qiuyu.

Murong Qiuyu didn't raise his head, and continued to grind the ink: "No need, the little girl can't accept the thanks of a few brothers, and the brothers should not make noise here." ”

Several of his brothers also bowed their heads and turned around, refusing to talk to Murong Qiuyu more, and each returned to their seats.

Huo Yuanzhen turned back to Huyan Aobo and said, "Huyan Gongzi, I don't know if you still need a poor monk for your next couplet, right?"

Without waiting for Huyan Aobo to answer, Zhu Caizi stood up suddenly: "Monk, yesterday we didn't win or lose, today you don't want to retreat, I wish someone's couplet, you haven't come up yet!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled slightly: "In this case, the poor monk will look at the couplet of the benefactor, but since the agreement between the two of them has been completed, what if the couplet of the benefactor is the same as the poor monk?"

"Yes, what if you say yes?"

Huo Yuanzhen's eyes rolled, "If the poor monk is right, please ask the donor to draw a picture on the spot to show the bet." ”

"This is okay, I wish someone poetry and songs, painting and writing scenes, it is a must. ”

Looking at Zhu Caizi's arrogant appearance, Huo Yuanzhen said again: "But what to paint at that time depends on what the poor monk says." ”

Zhu Caizi hesitated: "I don't paint too much, if you let me paint the Qinglou, I don't know which way the door of the Qinglou will open." ”

Looking at the shameless fat man in front of him, Huo Yuanzhen said: "Of course it's not a painting Qinglou, you just draw a picture of a chicken eating rice." ”

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