Li Xuan stood up confidently, sorted out the gray monk's robe under the gaze of several people, and then chanted loudly: "The remaining seeds of the Douyi army have not sprouted, and the shape is still buried in a thousand cars." There is no choice in the bottom of the heavens, and he is biased into the Buddha family of the long fasting ceremony".

After reading the four sentences and seven words, he looked at a few people triumphantly.

Qian Delu twisted his beard and nodded slightly: "Well, it's good, it's good, it's affectionate, it's immersive, it's really good."

Chen Ding and Zao Wou-Ki next to him also nodded and applauded.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at it coldly, this poem is okay, but it definitely can't be regarded as a good sentence, Qian Delu's comments are good, and Chen Ding and Zao Wouji's performances are a little contrived.

However, these two are not completely bottomless touting, and they are somewhat cheeky.

This also made Huo Yuan really feel at ease, as long as the poems he made obviously surpassed Li Xuan a lot, then presumably Chen Ding and Zao Wou-Ki would not be too partial.

Li Xuan finished the poem, felt good about himself, and looked at Huo Yuanzhen provocatively.

It's no wonder, they are all people in the rivers and lakes, there are a few who can understand poetry, and it is easier to hold a knife than a pen, if it weren't for today's order to please this talented Zhao Wou-ki, Li Xuan would not have written a crepe to compose poems, in his opinion, although Huo Yuanzhen, the young abbot, pointed out Zao Wou-Ki just now, but after all, he is too young, and he must have happened to be blindfolded, and it is impossible to really have any talent.

Besides, he limited the poem to have a Buddhist, and he had already thought about this poem, and Huo Yuanzhen wrote a poem temporarily, which is very likely to be impossible to do.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at Li Xuan, and did not comment on his poems, but said to the other three: "Three, then the poor monk is also ugly."

"Abbot please".

Qian Delu opened his mouth to signal, while Chen Ding and Zao Wou-Ki nodded slightly.

Huo Yuanzhen stood up, left the wine table, and walked to the side of the apricot blossom next to him.

Several people's eyes followed Huo Yuanzhen's figure, wanting to see what good sentences this young monk could make.

Coming to the apricot lace, Huo Yuanzhen turned around again and looked at the bright moon in the sky: "The moonlight is good tonight."

"Yes, apricot blossoms and bright moon, wine tasting and poetry, a great joy in life", Qian Delu conformed to a sentence.

Li Xuan squinted at Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot of the First Ring, don't delay, let's compose poems quickly."

Huo Yuanzhen knew his thoughts, but he didn't want to have too much time to think about it, but Huo Yuanzhen had already made a bamboo in his chest, and smiled freely: "Master Li Xuan, being a monk is also cultivating the mind, and being too anxious can violate the teachings of Buddhism and affect the state of mind."

"Hmph!" Li Xuan snorted: "The poor monk is not in a hurry, but I am afraid that the person who is in a hurry now is the abbot."

Chen Ding also said: "Abbot, it's late, let's start quickly."

Huo Yuanzhen didn't answer, walked a few more steps, his eyes always looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said: "Zen heart is like the moon and dustless."

As soon as this sentence came out, the scene was silent, and Zao Wou-Ki originally picked up his wine glass and wanted to drink a glass, but his hand stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't help but softly read Huo Yuanzhen's sentence just now.

After a while, Zao Wou-Ki put down his wine glass and couldn't help clapping his hands vigorously: "Okay! Great! Although the abbot does not mention Buddhism in this sentence, Zhao has already experienced the artistic conception in it."

Qian Delu even picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp: "Good poetry, just with the abbot's sentence, when the floating life is white, Qian Mou wants to become a monk."

Chen Ding also couldn't help nodding, only Li Xuan's face was a little unsightly, and he said, "Abbot, a sentence is not a poem."

Huo Yuanzhen continued: "The Zen heart is like the moon and dustless, the poetry is like the azure update, the good sentences are splendid, the good texts are not embellished with treasures, the six dynasties are prosperous, the four histories are re-deleted Ya Song points, the half-pillow pine wind tea is not ripe, and the chanting is full of spring!".

After eight consecutive recitations, Huo Yuanzhen finished the poem in one go, returned to his seat, picked up the teacup and took a sip, the clouds were light and the wind was light, quite the demeanor of a generation of monks.

Over there, Zao Wou-Ki didn't speak again, but picked up his wine glass and motioned to Huo Yuanzhen, and then drank it all.

After drinking the wine, Zao Wou-Ki sighed: "A good sentence full of chic spring, abbot, your pride and ambition Zhao has been taught, if you can return to the vulgar, it will be effortless to gain fame."

"Zhao Shizhu has raised the poor monk, the monk, fame and fortune and I are like floating clouds, and now the poor monk is also for the monks to have a place to live in the future, in order to have a place to make a wish for the neighbors in the Quartet, so he has to come to ask Zhao Shizhu, otherwise the poor monk really does not want to go this way."

Obviously, it is a good development sect to compete for hegemony in the martial arts in the future, and Huo Yuanzhen can also say that the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and others can't help but believe it.

Sure enough, Zao Wou-Ki showed admiration on his face, and raised his glass again to drink with Huo Yuanzhen.

Over there, Li Xuan's face turned blue and red, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore, and said to Zao Wou-Ki and the others: "You haven't said who is better between my poems and his poems."

Qian Delu glanced at Li Xuan and said coldly: "Master Li Xuan, I'm afraid this is not easy to compare."

"What is not good to compare, whoever is good is good, and bad is bad".

"Master Li Xuan, if you insist on comparing, then Qian can only say that compared with gold and jade, there is no comparison between the stubborn stone, and the reluctant comparison can only show that the person holding the stubborn stone has eyes and does not know gold and jade."

"What are you talking about, no, I don't believe what you say, shopkeeper Zhao, you are a showman, you say."

Zhao Wouji glanced at Li Xuan a little helplessly, "Master Li Xuan, the best verses of the abbot of the First Ring are the only ones Zhao has seen in his life, so don't compare this."

Li Xuan finally gave up this time, originally under the recommendation of Chen Ding, he communicated with Zao Wou-Ki for a day, the two sides talked very happily, knowing that Huo Yuanzhen was here, he even implicitly expressed his intention to hit the other party, Zao Wou-Ki also acquiesced, but he didn't expect that after a poem, the whole situation would be reversed.

Chen Ding was silent over there, although he had the intention to help Li Xuan, but the poems of the abbot were too good, and he couldn't find an excuse if he wanted to.

Seeing this situation, Li Xuan also gave up, and sneered: "Okay, hum, isn't it just 30,000 taels of silver, as long as my senior brother makes a move, it will definitely be effortless, you are unwilling to borrow, others are willing to borrow, there is no place to keep the master here, there is a place to keep the master, the old man has resigned!"

After speaking, Li Xuan flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked out.

Chen Ding opened his mouth to keep it, but he didn't say anything after all.

Li Xuan came to the door, suddenly turned around, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot of Yijie, build your Shaolin well, smash out a lot of silver, in case Shaolin is destroyed one day, you won't be able to pay back the money of the shopkeeper Zhao."

"Amitabha, Abbot Lixuan, this doesn't bother you, the poor monk should be properly managed, even if he is destroyed one day, it is also the disaster of the poor monk, but I don't think there will be that day, I want to do something to my Shaolin, and the poor monk should be overtaken with him."

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Li Xuan didn't want to play tricks with Huo Yuanzhen anymore, so he left Qianzhuang, thinking about how to deal with Shaolin Temple in the future.

Huo Yuanzhen turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "Master Zhao, you have also heard Li Xuan's words, if you are worried that you will not be able to recover this silver tael in the future, then the poor monk's proposal will be stopped."

Unexpectedly, Zao Wou-Ki raised his eyebrows: "Why did the abbot say such words, although Zhao is a scholar, but he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he is doing the right thing, although they are people from the rivers and lakes, but Zhao is not afraid of them, abbot, I don't think they dare to do anything to you, this loan of 50,000 taels of silver, I agreed!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, he had already seen that Zhao Wuji was quite arrogant as a literati, and he was not afraid of anything if he used his words.

So good, so good!

They are all happy people, and at that moment Zao Wou-Ki called Huang Feihong, and several people signed an IOU on the spot, and Qian Delu was a guarantor, and Zao Wou-Ki lent Huo Yuanzhen 50,000 taels of silver for the construction of the temple, and Shaolin will repay it when there is income in the future.

Quickly signed the note, Zhao Wouji took out a silver ticket of 50,000 taels and handed it to Huo Yuanzhen.

At this point, Huo Yuanzhen's goal has been achieved, with these 50,000 taels, the construction of Shaolin is no longer a problem, it is enough to repair mountain roads, level temples and build walls.

The goal was achieved, and Huo Yuanzhen stayed soon and bid farewell to Zao Wou-ki.

But it was getting late, so Zao Wou-Ki still left Huo Yuanzhen to stay overnight, and early the next morning, he asked Huang Feihong to drive a carriage to send Huo Yuanzhen back to the mountain.

Returning to the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Huang Feihong was still a little reluctant, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, if I have time in the future, I will come to listen to you."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "Yes, Feihong, you can not only come to listen to me, but you can also come to Shaolin to practice martial arts."

"Practice martial arts!" Huang Feihong's eyes lit up, but he said suspiciously: "You Shaolin don't seem to have a few monks, do you know martial arts?"

Huo Yuanzhen looked around and saw a bluestone on the side of the road, about the size of two big bowls buckled together, and moved it in the past, and then in Huang Feihong's surprised gaze, he hit it head-on!

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