Seeing that Zhang Yang and Xiao Wu were still stunned, the incarnation of the world waved his hand and continued to explain: "The physical bodies of the two of you have been temporarily protected by my power, and there should be no problem before I am exhausted, and when I am exhausted, I will send the yang gods of the two of you back to the ** to ensure that the two of you are safe and sound." As for the two of you, now follow my guidance and concretely display the intermittent memories that I have seen through the cracks in this space for more than 1,300 years, and show you the prosperous style of the Tang Dynasty! Zhang Yang nodded when he heard this, and then turned to Xiao Wu to introduce the ins and outs of this trip, and after obtaining Xiao Wu's consent, he turned his head and said to the monk who had appeared in the incarnation of the world: "Since you have already brought both of us here, what can we say?" What memories are you going to show us? Explain in advance, we don't watch what is not fun, and we don't watch it if it is not interesting! The bereaved monk laughed, raised his arm and flicked the window like a huge eye with one sleeve, pointed to the tower below and introduced, "Do you know where this tower below is?" This is the first five-storey Big Wild Goose Pagoda built by my ontology monk Xuanzang! At this time, what I want to show you is the process of coming to the gap in the space here through the Sakya Rulai footprint tablet that was sent to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the first year of the Great Tang Linde. If you look closely at the bottom of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, do you see the team carrying the coffin? Lying in the coffin is my body, the monk Xuanzang, who is sitting in the Yuhua Temple in Tongchuan, and is also enshrined in the Great Mercy and Grace Temple at this time. Before he passed away, he cut out an incarnation like me that had left behind the world with a special mission, and hid me in the footsteps of Shakyamuni; I also sent someone to send the footsteps tablet of Shakya Nyorai to the secret room at the top of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, so that I could smoothly open the space gap here and activate the void space in the gap, so as to wait for fate. Zhang Yang and Xiao Wu lay on the window, leaning down to look at the gradually enlarged procession of transporting the coffin on the ground, as well as the magnificent huge coffin. Zhang Yang said a little speechlessly: "Xuanzang passed away in the first year of Linde, if I remember correctly, it should have happened in 664 AD. Your body has passed away, but how can I see that you don't seem to be sad at all? On the contrary, you still look happy? The posthumous monk said lightly: "In essence, although I have some common memories with Monk Xuanzang, I am not himself, so I don't have any sadness or joy about his death, but because his coffin is the beginning of my memory, so I specially show you one or two." Since you have no interest in this part of my memory, then I will show you the next memory, which is a middle-aged literati who visited the ancient times under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda ten years later, although I do not know his origin, but the poems he made do sound very charming, so I will recommend it to you. It's a pity that this person later left here and escaped into the Taibai Mountain without a trace. "Oh? This one sounds good, let's see! Zhang Yang was intrigued by the words of the deceased monk, and couldn't help urging. The monk nodded, flicking the window with one sleeve that looked like a huge eye, and the scenery outside the window flew by, and soon the camera stopped on a middle-aged man dressed in Tang Dynasty costumes. The middle-aged man in the camera was looking up at the majestic Big Wild Goose Pagoda at this time and expressed his emotion, and he muttered to himself with tears in his eyes: "My teacher once said to me, there are four hours and five elements in the sky, cold and heat overlap, harmony is rain, anger is wind, condensation is rain and frost, Zhang is rainbow, and the sky is constant." The four branches and five Tibets of the people, one sleep and one sleep, vomit and come and go, flow for the glory guard, the chapter for the complexion, the pronunciation for the sound, and the constant number of people. Yang uses its form, yin uses its essence, and heaven and man are the same. Sigh that now my brothers and sisters are wasted, and my ambition is difficult to pay, and I am only left alone and lonely. When Zhang Yang heard this, he noticed that the left hand of the middle-aged man who was looking at the sky and sighing at this time was curled up, looking very inflexible; The middle-aged man's right hand is holding a tall cane, and it seems that his legs and feet are also a little inconvenient. Just when Zhang Yang was pondering which person in the literary world had such an appearance during the reign of Tang Gaozong, the middle-aged man had already packed up his emotions, regained his spirits and recited loudly to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda: "Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, green oxen and white horses and seven-spice cars, jade chariots cross the main place, and golden whips flow to the Hou family. The dragon title treasure covers the sunrise, the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset, the hundred-foot gossamer competes around the tree, and a group of delicate birds cry flowers. Wandering bees play butterflies on the side of a thousand doors, green trees and silver platforms of ten thousand colors, double road windows for acacia, double quelian hanging phoenix wings. The Liang family painting pavilion rises in the sky, the Han Emperor's golden stem is straight outside, and the front of the building does not know each other. Listening to the middle-aged man's seemingly casual chanting, Xiao Wu asked with some surprise, "Who is this man?" What kind of poems did he recite? Why does it sound so familiar to me? This poem should not have been written directly here by him, right? Zhang Yang, who also felt a little familiar with the poem, shook his head, and for a moment he really couldn't remember where he had heard this poem. The bereaved monk laughed twice and introduced to the two: "Although I don't know who this person is, but I still remember the poem he recited, this is just the beginning, and there is a long, long paragraph behind, you listen slowly!" Sure enough, as the bereaved monk said, after a short rest, the middle-aged man brewed for a while before he spoke again and continued to chant: "By asking the to Ziyan, I once learned to dance for a long time, and I have to become a man who is not envious of immortals." The flounder mandarin duck is really enviable, don't you see you when you go and come twice? The hated account is embroidered with a lonely luan, so as to take the door curtain and double swallow. Double swallows fly around the painting beam, Luo Weicui is tulips, pieces of clouds are on the wings of cicadas, and the crows are yellow on the first moon. Crow yellow pink white car, with a delicate and non-uniform attitude, the demon boy BMW Tielianqian money, the prostitute Panlong Jin bent his knees. Zhang Yang and Xiao Wu, who were listening to the chanting, suddenly glanced at each other when they heard one of the sentences, and exclaimed in unison: "Only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals?" Could it be that the actual provenance is here? After shouting these two sentences, Zhang Yang rubbed his eyebrows with some distress and said to himself: "I remember that I had checked the source of this sentence on the Internet before, why can't I remember it for a while?" If this poem is really written by the man below, then he must be a famous poet who can also leave a famous name in history, who is he? "Actually, it doesn't matter who he is at all, after all, he is just an illusory character in my memory that can broaden the eyes of the two of you, he has long since disappeared in the long river of time, and what is the point of whether he has left a name in history?" Dust to dust, dust to earth, vanity and glory are gone, everything is just a passing cloud. The monk explained the two, and suddenly pointed to the middle-aged man with some disabilities in his hands and feet and continued: "Do you think he has finished writing poems? In fact, it is far from it, and there is still a long one! At this time, after using the right hand that was still sound to transcribe all the previous verses on the straw paper, the middle-aged man closed his eyes for a while, and then continued to chant excitedly: "The dark night cries in the Imperial History Mansion, the birds in front of the Tingwei Gate want to perch, the faint Zhucheng Linyu Road, and the distant green and green embankment. Carrying bombs and flying eagles to the north of Duling, Tanmaru borrowed guests from the west of Weiqiao, invited chivalrous guests to Furong Sword, and stayed with prostitutes. The prostitute has a violet skirt at dusk, a song is full of atmosphere, the people in the north hall are like the moon at night, and the south is like a cloud. Nanmo Beitang is connected to the north, five dramas and three control three cities, the weak willows and green acacia are hanging on the ground, and the good air is red and dusty. In the Han Dynasty, Jin Wuqian rode in, Jade Tusu Parrot Cup, Luo Xiangbao Belt was Jun Jie, and Yan Ge Zhao Dance was Jun Kai. Zhang Yang and Xiao Wu glanced at each other again, and shook their heads helplessly. Xiao Wu couldn't help it first, turned his head to the posthumous monk and asked, "Even if this person is talented, he has gone too far, right?" According to his strength in this chapter, let's stare at him here all night, and it is estimated that he still has poetry to compose. You might as well tell us how many lines of his poems have not yet been written? The bereaved monk smiled and pointed at the middle-aged man and comforted Xiao Wu: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's coming, it's coming, it's about seven or eight sentences." Don't be impatient, you two can hear the original author of the poem reciting his poem, except for the two of you, there is no third person in this world who can enjoy such treatment, you two can be content and happy! Zhang Yang and Xiao Wugang wanted to refute one or two, but they noticed that the middle-aged man under the tower had finished the previous round of transcription records, and hurriedly stopped talking. I saw that after the middle-aged man sorted out the manuscript he had transcribed in his hand, he continued to shake his head and chant: "Don't have a luxurious general, and you won't give in to the sky in the next day." The origin of the spirit is the drain and irrigator, and the dictatorship does not tolerate Xiao Xiang. The authoritarian spirit is heroic, and the green and purple swallows sit in the spring breeze. He said that he had been singing and dancing for thousands of years, and he called himself arrogant and extravagant. The scenery of things does not treat each other, and the mulberry field and blue sea must be changed. In the past, the gold-level white jade hall was now only seen in the green pine. After a pause, the middle-aged man suddenly sighed, and chanted hoarsely: "Lonely and lonely Yangziju, a bed of books every year, unique Nanshan osmanthus hair, flying around and attacking people. After reciting, Fang Cai proudly transcribed the few lines of poetry he had just recited on the papyrus, and finally walked into the bleak autumn breeze with three steps......

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