Hu Wen was surprised, "On poetry, how to talk about it?" ”

"I heard the monks in the temple say that Mr. Hu is known for his poetic talent, and many of the poems inscribed in the Pujia Temple are written by Mr. Hu, and I admire them very much.

I and this lantern master are good poets, today's tour, a great harvest, so I would like to meet friends with Mr. with poetry, with tea to help fun, I don't know if Mr. is willing to try? ”

Hu Wen smiled reservedly, he didn't dare to say anything else, talking about metaphysics and saying that it can't compare to the human system, and it doesn't have this background in ancient and modern times, but if it is said to be poetry, he is not worthy of others, and it is also his only hobby in addition to cultivation, integrating into the human world.

Many of the inscriptions in the Pujia Temple are made by him, which is not only good at it, but also the poetry that Master Nanneng is not good at, so it just allows it to show its skills; Although Pujia Temple is located in a remote area, but there are many good men and women who often have pilgrims and believers come from afar, and they often admire the temple scenery while worshipping the Buddha, and often praise his works, from this point of view, the envoy did not deceive him.

has a skill, of course, I want to show it in front of people, human beings are like this, and so are the demon clans; Especially poetry, it can't be hidden in the stomach to brew more and more mellow, only by writing it out and passing it on can it be enjoyed for generations.

Poets, all of them have a heart to win in front of others.

"I don't dare to ask for what I want; In that case, please wait for the envoy to mark the topic. ”

Hou Ying smiled and the poem was prosperous, "In this way, it is corresponding to the five-word poem, and the current scene is compatible; Since I am the first to choose, let the few come first. ”

Hu Wen is very interested, good poetry is in the temple, if it comes to Buddhist poetry, he is not willing to be left behind; I want to see what skills this candidate has, if he really has a poetic talent, he can't say that he has to show some ability; If it's just a limerick, it's not good to save his face, just laugh at two sentences indiscriminately.

Hou Ying stood up and walked around in the meditation hall, don't care about the real or fake, this style is very good, and he has been staying with Luo Linwang for a long time.

Master Nanneng closed his eyes and stared, and the lantern monk watched him quietly, but Hu Wen was the only one who implied expectation,

"There it is!"

pretended to walk a few laps, and the warbler clapped her hands, shook her head, and was frustrated,

"Outside the lonely and widowed, I saw the Buddha lamp slightly. Under several mangrove trees, a bald monk. Lu Leng first hides the crane, and Lin Xujing loves the eagle. The west wind moved the shadow of the flag, and asked Nan Neng speechlessly. ”

A few people savored it, and there was still a bit of artistic conception, but they didn't expect a real husband to have this ability; The poem is not very amazing but decent, and it can barely be regarded as a high-quality work, but it is not perfunctory with ordinary talent.

His first poem set the tone at once, and if it was worse than this, the remaining two would be embarrassed to show it; Monks have a way of acting, literati love poetry, and no one can obey others if they are really good at this way.

The lantern monk knew that it was his turn, and although he didn't know what he meant by doing so, as a companion, he always needed a little cooperation; Moreover, for cultivators like them, because the development of the brain domain is far better than that of mortals, reading a wide range of books is the basic skill for them, and things like composing poetry are just ordinary things that they don't want to do and waste their time, but it's not that they don't have this ability.

That rough embryo can make a song, how can he be willing to retreat in front of others?

Nor do they pac and sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, and there are words in their mouths, and after a while, they open their eyes,

"I have it too! Let's listen: the countryside is less populated, and the Jinglu is unique. The fragrant flower is the true Buddha world, and the building has been flowing for many years. Birds peck fasting and eat, monks visit Zen in the middle of the night. A few acres of cool land are already separated from the dust. ”

Hu Wen stroked his palms and laughed, thinking that these two people had come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but it seemed that they had been blocked by the master; It had prepared for this, all kinds of plans, countless rebuttals, and now it seemed that it was useless.

Two minor cultivators with the same realm as themselves, even if they are human beings, how dare they indulge in front of the master?

The worries are gone, and the heart of victory is rising, and others dare not compete with these two human monks with backgrounds, but the name of this poem is that God is coming, and he will not let it!

A little bit of bricks and bricks, these two people's poems are also quite talented among human beings, and if they don't show some real skills, I'm afraid they won't be able to overpower these two people.

Neither pacing, nor closing his eyes in contemplation, but only a little muttering, and opening his mouth,

"In the autumn color, sit together

In front of the Buddha lamp. The wind leads to the incense pan, and the moon floats to fry the tea spring. The sleeves are cold and sandy, and the sound of trees hangs in the window. The crow perched down, and the mountain monk entered the night meditation. ”

It is indeed a good poem, what is commendable is this urgent talent, such a talent is a leader even among human scholars, but this Hu Wen is just a demon who has not yet become a Dan.

Even Master Nanneng, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, nodded frequently, but there was concern in the nodding appreciation; This true disciple is not a good person, what is hidden behind the poem? He couldn't guess for a moment.

Hou Ying clapped her hands and laughed, "Good, good, good poetry!" But this is just an appetizer, and there is no distinction between high and low, and it is difficult to get enough of it.

Five words have been compared, and the next one is compared to seven words, there needs to be a Buddha word, corresponding to the state of mind, not just throwing bricks and attracting jade, the two dare to respond? ”

The lantern monk pursed his lips, "Just say it, I'm still afraid of you?" ”

Hu Wen was also aroused, "The envoy has a life, dare not obey?" ”

Hou Ying was excited, "In this way, you wait for the scum to listen to it!" Today, I will teach you what it means to know what poetry and sword are!

has never been greedy for progress, never rested, and looked up to the world today. All things are illusory, and there is no obstacle to floating in all directions. Who said that the Buddha was wearing a neck, and he laughed and begged for the immortal to build a building. Only fate is the true meaning, and it is stable to rely on the boat to help the peace. ”

I have to say that his poem is a layer higher than the artistic conception of the previous five sentences, but this display also aroused the desire of the other two to compare.

The lantern monk Huo Ran stood up, his back hand to the sky, he didn't know Hou Ying's intentions, but he knew that his cooperation was very important, he must set off the atmosphere, only by holding it up, he could wave people to do things next!

"The spring breeze accompanied me to the monk's house, sighing and offering Buddha flowers namelessly. Liu Zi's pillow is not pillow wine, and Lu Sheng talks about water and tea. Why bother seeking Xuanhu with less, one or two should be whiter sand. I hate that it will be difficult to sleep in the coming year, because Jun Ming porridge hates endlessly. ”

These two sang and harmonized, which only aroused Hu Wenshi's blood boiling, and he couldn't care about anything else, as long as he could compare the two on this occasion, he would be willing to spend ten years of life!

With a wave of his big sleeves, he should not let it go, "I have seen Wufeng love Chaoyang, and the Buddha light is not seen in the empty mountain." The civet lies down steadily among the broken walls and clouds, and the sunrise swallows are busy through the forest. Lin Gong Yao is full of flowers, and the bell tower is also fragrant in spring. When I saw the old monk coming to expose his back, he sat in the photo of the robe and sat unforgettable. ”

Hou Ying laughed: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Hu Wen, if you don't give us an explanation today, I'm afraid that this poem will be buried in the underworld! ”