Xuanzang ......

Damn, which bastard plagiarized the poor monk's excerpts?!

Is there a bit of work ethic?

Wait, Jiang Liu'er?

It's not the one who plays Go, it's the one who floats down the river!

That is to say, Jiang Liuer = Tang Sanzang = Chen Xuanzang = poor monk!

Amitabha, it's a real hammer.

Almost without thinking, Xuanzang could guess who plagiarized those two poems when he was okay and published them.

In the entire Pure Land Temple, there will be no one else except for his own fan brother.

Oh, and maybe one more.

Zhang Zhuyu is in charge of the power of the Pure Land Temple, if there is no financial support from Zhang Zhuyu, the debate must also be involved, and then Xuanzang looked at Li Er with a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, this poem is easy to explain. ”

With a smile on his face, he couldn't help but write down Zhang Zhuyu and the debate machine in a small book, two pit goods!

"Ah sneeze~"

Pure Land Temple, the debate machine couldn't help but sneeze.

"Senior brother should pay attention to the body. Zhang Zhuyu, who was standing on the side, kindly reminded, and then stopped talking a little.

"Senior brother can save it, senior brother has something to say to junior brother?" asked the debater.

"Just... is the junior brother, Xuanzang's junior brother's poetry collection, there may be some poems that are not so positive, whether we delete a few poems or list those poems separately and publish them separately next time.

After all, it's not good to teach bad children. ”

Zhang Zhuyu said with some confusion.

Originally, when the debate machine came to him, he agreed to publish Xuanzang's poetry collection not only to increase the income of the Pure Land Temple, but also to expand the reputation of the Pure Land Temple.

As Brother Tongxuanzang said, this is an investment.

I just didn't expect that-

The poetry collection is on fire!

Fire!

In two days, it was popular in Chang'an, and even several towns near Chang'an were asking for Jiang Liuer's poetry collection in seven days.

Under the effect of this poetry collection, the popularity of the Pure Land Temple is even higher.

For a time, there was an endless stream of literati and talented ladies who came to offer incense.

In response to these pilgrims' inquiries about Jiang Liuer's poetry collection and whether the author was in the Pure Land Temple, Zhang Zhuyu just smiled.

Neither admit nor deny.

It's just that such a secretive attitude has made the popularity of the Pure Land Temple even higher, and even the recent incense money has increased by at least 30%.

Why not?

It's some of the poems in there—

It's not that the writing is bad, because the writing is really good.

Then it's spread so widely that even some children can see it.

What if the child is badly taught?

"Amitabha, senior brother is too worried. ”

The next moment, the debate machine turned to look at Zhang Zhuyu, her eyes full of wisdom.

"When you look at people with monkey eyes, what you see will always be a monkey, and Senior Brother Xuanzang has long understood the truth of the world.

But what does it have to do with the wind, flowers, snow, and moon when people with pure hearts look at it?

When one day I wait to watch this poem tasteless and pure heart and few desires, it is naturally a kind of spiritual progress, and it is one step closer to the state of becoming a Buddha.

What a big spirit!

What a deep Dharma practice. ”

Zhang Zhuyu looked at the debate machine and was completely stunned.

Is this what Senior Brother Xuanzang meant?

Although I feel that what the debate machine said is reasonable, but-

It always felt like something was wrong.

......

"Hehe, it's simple, you can explain it to me!"

Li Er sneered and looked at Xuanzang.

It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant bald man, just write this kind of poem, and print and sell it openly, if it was someone else's poetry collection, I would have sealed it for him!

With this talent, why write these poems.

How good is it to serve the court?

Of course, the most hateful thing is that I am ready to help this bald man get ahead, but at the critical moment, your bald man ran away, and I have not worried much about this matter these days.

After all, if Xuanzang doesn't appear, then his crusade means that his name is not right, and his name is not right, and he is easy to be caught by the dragon clan and the heavenly court.

That's not what I want to see.

"Amitabha, this is a small poem about the scene, describing the spring trip to Chuzhou West Stream to enjoy the scenery and the evening tide with rain to see the wild crossing.

The first two sentences write about the spring scene, love the grass and light yellow orioles, and be jealous and flattering in order to keep the festival with joy; the last two sentences write about the urgency of the rain and spring tide, and the scene of the water rushing and the boat, which contains a kind of helpless sadness that is not in its place and cannot be used.

The sentence "Alone pity the grass grows on the edge of the stream, and there are yellow orioles singing in the deep trees" is to say: The poet loves the grass that grows by the stream, and there are yellow warblers crying in the depths of the shade of the trees. It's a beautiful scenery of beautiful colors and beautiful music.

In the twilight of spring, the group of flowers has passed, and the poet walks to the stream, but sees a piece of green grass. The grass here, the deep trees, revealing the coldness of the realm, although not as charming and charming as the flowers, but their verdant posture, the lonely, unwilling to follow the trend and pleasing the wind vane, and the author's quiet character is in line with the author's quiet character, and naturally won the author's love.

Amitabha, does Your Majesty want the poor monk to continue to explain?"

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, looking at Li Shimin, who was already stunned, Xuanzang asked rhetorically.

Sure enough, for these ancient people who only have the level of elementary school monks, the poor monks directly give them verses and appreciation, which is really too heavy.

"You.... You!"

Li Er felt that his throat was a little blocked.

Poetry, Li Er thought to himself that he also had some research, but-

"Every time you write a poem, you do... Do you want to think so much?"

Li Er asked in disbelief.

"Amitabha, of course. ”

Li Er......

Monster it!

You're a monster!

suddenly found that he didn't seem to know how to compose poetry, compared with Xuanzang, he seemed to be a younger brother, and his ideological realm was not on the same level at all!

I really want to pry open this monk's bald head, look at this bald head's brain, and see what the structure is.

If you think about it so much, you can really put pen to paper?!

Li Er was shocked, and couldn't help but admire Xuanzang.

"Amitabha, in fact, this is nothing, we can always find the beauty of the world when we look at the world with the eyes of discovering beauty, and mortals who are filthy can only see filthy things. ”

Xuanzang's words made Li Er, who was originally admired in his heart, turn dark, and the original emotions disappeared in an instant.

What do you mean, thief!

Do you say that my thoughts are dirty?

I'm telling you, you've narrowed your path today!

With a black face, Li Er didn't know how to scold this thief monk.

Doesn't admitting that I saw something indescribable in that poem show the dirtiness of my thoughts?!

But if you don't feel scared, you always feel panicked.

"Hmph, even if you pass the test, hurry up and return to the palace with me, the army of the Hongjiang Dragon King is ready!"

Li Er gritted his teeth and said.

It's okay, I'm waiting to crusade against the Dragon King of Hongjiang together.

You've got more time to go.

Then, Li Er saw that Xuanzang's expression became very subtle.

"What's the matter, do you have anything to say?"

Immediately, Li Er frowned and said dissatisfied.

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