On the third day of the month, the autumn rain rested.

In the window position of a side room, Huihai and Su Shi sat opposite each other, and there were six or seven plates of meat and vegetable dishes on the table, two bottles of wine, a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of cups.

Su Shi looked at the meat dishes on the table, and said with a strange face: "Master, you are a monk, you are really different." ”

Huihai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender white and fragrant chicken from the plate containing the white chopped chicken, and said with a smile: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart." ”

Zhang Xianzhong of the Ming Dynasty attacked Yucheng, stationed in the temple outside the city, and forced the monks inside to eat meat. As a result, Zhang Xianzhong agreed to him. So the monk said this sentence while eating. He broke his vows for the sake of the lives of thousands of people, not really wanting to eat meat.

When he came to Huihai, it was misinterpreted into a crooked theory of greed.

Su Shi, who had never heard this poem, had a fine light in his eyes.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. Good poetry, good poetry. ”

Unexpectedly, a casual sentence made Su Shi, the great writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, admire, and Huihai couldn't help but think of showing off.

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it"

Su Shi heard that Hui Hai's eyes were different, in the original world, his friend Buddha Yin was a different, extraordinary monk, but he didn't expect that the master Hui Hai in front of him was the best among monks.

"Poetry is a small effort, wine and meat are big husbands, don't talk about poetry, we drink"

Hui Hai was worried that he would be slapped in the face for talking too much, so he pulled the topic back again.

Su Shi snorted, picked up the wine glass, and raised it.

Hui Hai made the same move.

After the two drank a glass of wine, the topic opened, Huihai was a modern person, and Su Shi was stunned for a while.

"Master, you are proficient in poetry, a few days ago, I made a poem, please taste it, don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. Steep ......"

Su Shi shook his head and chanted a poem.

Huihai was stupid on the spot, the ghost knows how the people of the Song Dynasty evaluated a poem, and he didn't pretend to be forced if he knew it, what should he do now.

Su Shi saw Huihai hesitate and wondered, "Why didn't the master answer?" But there is a problem with Su's words? ”

Huihai turned his head and glanced out the window, under a big tree a hundred meters away, Daoist Chief Chu Feng was teaching Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong.

Good thing they didn't notice it!

As soon as this thought came to mind, the voices of black cats and Zhang Wei laughing sounded in Huihai's mind.

"Tell you to pretend to be stupid."

"Huihai, you calf, this emperor remembers that you didn't graduate from junior high school, and you actually pretended to be forced in front of the great writer, and you were careful to be pressed to the ground and rubbed."

Hui Hai pretended not to hear it, and looked at Su Shi with a pair of regretful eyes.

"What does the master mean?"

Su Shi's heart suddenly changed, could it be that there was really something wrong with his own words.

Hui Hai fakely stroked his beard at all, and when he saw Su Shi's face showing surprise, he touched his chin instead.

"Your poem is too straightforward and has no artistic conception, how about you look at the poem of the poor monk? The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees. The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled. ”

Su Shi was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at Huihai with a strange expression.

"This is the famous work of the former Tang poet Wei Yingwu, when did he become a master?"

What, the poem is from the Tang Dynasty?

Hye Hae was stupid.

When I saw this poem yesterday, I felt that I could pretend to be forced in front of Su Shi, but he memorized it directly, forgetting to see which dynasty the poet made it.

"Huihai, why are you here to be funny?"

"Huihai, it's okay, keep breaking, you will definitely be able to bluff Su Shi"

"Master Huihai, can you speak well, if you are like this again, I will not be able to listen to the lecture of the Taoist Master with peace of mind."

The voices of Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong sounded in Huihai's mind one after another.

Nima, embarrassed and embarrassed, Huihai secretly glanced at Chu Feng, who was silent, with a straight face, and said to Su Shi: "The poor monk just raised a chestnut, when did he say it was his own, you listen, the following is the spring rain poem made by the poor road, three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the prophet of the duck in the spring river." Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. ”

Su Shi looked at Huihai in astonishment, and after a while, he said, "This is Su's poem"

What, this is Su Shi's poem!

Embarrassing, embarrassing with a capital letter!

Hui Hai's face turned red all of a sudden.

Su Shi looked at Huihai suspiciously, how could this monk look a little wrong.

"Huihai, you're so skinny, does your mother know?"

"Duxiu, you sit down, let Huihai continue to be embarrassed, oh, no, continue to pretend, ahaha, illiterate monk, can't afford to hurt"

Zhang Wei and the black cat teased.

"Master Huihai, don't talk nonsense, I'll tell you one, the ancient wood yin middle system (jì) short canopy, and the cane quinoa (lí) helped me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. This is a poem by the monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty, Su Shi must not know. ”

Xu Jiarong's delicate voice came.

"Thank you sister" thanked Xu Jiarong in her mind, and Hui Hai laughed: "Just now, the poor monk and the donor joked, now it officially starts, listen to it, the ancient wood yin is in the middle (jì) short tent, and the cane quinoa (lí) helped me cross the east of the bridge." Stained ......"

After reading a poem, the suspicious look on Su Shi's face disappeared without a trace.

"What does the donor think is this poem of the poor monk better than your voice that doesn't listen to the sound of Lin Daye?"

Su Shixin said that it was good, but it was not much stronger, out of the principle of modesty and courtesy, he smiled and said: "It is indeed a good poem." ”

Receiving recognition, Huihai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Nima, this forced pretending is so tired.

No, I want to change directions, a story about Su Shi flashed in my mind, and Huihai smiled: "Donor, what do you look like a poor monk?" ”

Su Shi was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered the conversation with the Buddha Yin once upon a time, and changed his words: "Master, you have big ears, a plump body, and a smile between your words, just like the Maitreya Buddha."

Hui Haixin said that this Su Shi must have eaten the lesson of the Buddha seal, and he did the opposite, and today the old man will not let you get your wish.

"Although the poor monk is a monk, he has entered the Taoist sect, the Taoist talks about nature, true, the poor monk said directly, the donor is like a piece of cow dung."

Su Shi looked at Hui Hai in surprise.

"You entered the door?"

Hui Hai nodded, after the incident last time, he directly did not bird the Buddha Sect Revitalization System, and worshiped Chu Feng's Sect.

"You"

Su Shi looked at Huihai with a constipated face, in the original world, he said that the Buddha seal is like cow dung, the Buddhists explain the mind, he himself became cow dung, and now this fat monk has entered the Taoist gate, speaking of truth and nature, he has become cow dung again.

"Huihai, okay, finally got back a game"

"Huihai, I checked on the Internet, Su Shi is a little expert in pretending to be forced, you believe that he was pressed on the ground and rubbed, but it should be stopped."

The voices of Zhang Wei and the black cat swept into their minds again.

"Donor, we continue to drink, drink"

Hui Hai picked up the wine glass again.

Su Shi is a person who can afford to joke, and when he heard this, he raised his wine glass.