"Slipping to the end?"

Everyone was stunned, looking up like this, listening to it was really a limerick, the monk and nun lay doctor hid his face and was ashamed, the servant maid sneered and laughed, Fang Hefu sneered, and the look was indifferent and peaceful all the way, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Xu Bairao, seriously, is a ...... Talent!

At this point, the monks, nuns, and lay doctors finally completely despaired of Xu Bairao, and everyone lowered their heads together, and couldn't help but lament, how could they be so unlearned and unskilled.

To say, there are many people in the monks, nuns, and lay doctors who rely on a mouth to eat, although they have not reached the skill of the tongue and the Confucianism, but they can also speak well, a mouth can turn the black upside down into white, can make the living angry to death, full of talent, is not as good as the court's public talent, at least it will not let people scold a word of ignorance.

However, Xu Bairao got such an evaluation.

Really, if you are not afraid of a god-like opponent, you are afraid of a pig-like teammate.

Everyone couldn't bear to look at it directly, alone, Xu Bairao still didn't know it, after reading the words, he shook his head and shook his head, as if he was quite complacent, and opened his mouth and spit out the next line of poetry: "And to the snow in the middle hall." ”

And to the snow in the middle hall?

Everyone was stunned again, this sentence is ordinary, it is not a good word or a good sentence, but everything is afraid of comparison.

Compared with the sentence "to the middle hall snow" and "slipping to the end", I don't know how much it is clever, just like the bright moon is compared to silt, and the ordinary plain also seems to rhyme a lot.

The embarrassed face of the monk and nun doctor was also a little more calm, and he said in his heart: "It's not hopeless!"

The strange smile on Fang Hefu's face suddenly froze in place, and he suddenly had a bad feeling: "This person, won't he be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

Sure enough, under everyone's expectation or bumpy mentality, Xu Bairao said the next line of poetry: "The ice is dry and the sea is cold." ”

The sentence "the ice and the sea are cold" compares the pond to the Hanhai Sea, and the microwave on the pond is compared to the dry on the Hanhai Sea.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Bairao a few more times, and then realized that although Xu Bairao's clothes were sloppy and tattered, his temperament was very prominent, and he was a little more uninhibited than ordinary people.

Fang Hefu's face suddenly became gloomy, but in the next moment, his gloomy face became sharp and clear, and he smiled like an old chrysanthemum.

But at this time, no one cared about the changes in the upper and lower places, and everyone couldn't help but prick up their ears, but they saw Xu Bairao pacing a few more steps, and said the last line of poetry coldly: "Hongmei is arrogant." ”

Red Plum Ninja Proud ......

Everyone chews silently, the more they taste, the more they feel that this sentence is meaningful, especially the word forbearance, which not only expresses the strong vitality of the red plum that is not afraid of the cold, but also depicts the perseverance of the red plum to endure the bitter cold, just waiting for the flowers to bloom, but the red plum is written alive.

In the eyes of everyone, if there is a clump of red plums swaying, breaking through the ice and frost, standing proudly, no matter the wind and snow sword, they can't move a bit, and they can't help but cheer in unison.

"As soon as I slipped to the end, and when I got to the snow in the middle hall, the ice was dry and the sea was cold, and the red plums were proud. ”

At this time, the monks, nuns, and lay doctors recognized Xu Bairao's literary talents, thinking that he had the qualifications to sit with himself and others, and several of them liked Wenhua the most, and the self-proclaimed coquettish couldn't help but repeat Xu Bairao's five-character quatrain several times, and the tone was subdued and frustrated, which was very gorgeous.

It can be seen that they are very happy with this limerick poem that Xu Bairao claims to be, and what makes them even happier is that Xu Bairao borrowed this five-word quatrain to save face for them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come to the table, the banquet is over, you can show your talents and learn, and ask me to wait to see the real skills. ”

At this moment, Fang Hefu suddenly opened his mouth coldly, and before he could say a word, everyone's voices of admiration suddenly disappeared, as if they were dumb.

Yes, what's the use of doing poetry no matter how good it is?

They are here to solve the strange matter of the county lady's eighteenth pregnancy, a diagnosis and treatment is improper, how happy everyone is at this time, how sad they will be at that time.

And our county lord will definitely make them even more sad!

Compared with Yongfu, it is obvious that it is the right thing to diagnose and treat the county lady.

Although Fang Hefu's words were not listened to, they expressed the purpose of this trip, as if pouring a basin of cold ice water on everyone's fiery hearts, pouring their hearts and livers into condensation.

As soon as he thought of this, a monk and a monk and a nun lay doctor lost Yongxue's full interest, cleaned up his mood, and silently entered the middle hall.

Perhaps, Fang Hefu also thought of this, and his gloomy face suddenly turned back to sunny, and everyone's joy and interest fell in his eyes, it was just a monkey show.

The central hall of the county government is repaired very widely, seven or eight rows of bamboo mats are placed in the hall, each row is tied to four or five seats, and is symmetrically arranged along the central axis.

Obviously, Fang Hefu's words just now reminded a monk and nun of lay doctors, and everyone was still thinking about how to diagnose and treat the county lady.

That Xu Bai Rao was also like others, he chose a remote position by the window, looked left and right, and sat on his left, it was the two monks and laymen who had never spoken all the way, and the two of them were also like stone sculptures, with solemn faces and motionless.

The seats here are also very particular, and although they are free to choose seats according to the order of entry, in fact, it depends on the reputation of each person.

Those with a big reputation enter first and sit in the front row, and those who are not well-known enter and sit in the back row, but like the most active people outside the hall when they sing the snow, they choose a position that is not front and backward after entering the middle hall, which is not very conspicuous.

It turned out that when Xu Bairao and others arrived, the monks, nuns, and lay doctors had already seen each other, tested each other's methods, and temporarily divided each other's superiors.

The one who sat at the top of the first row was the Zen master Zhiguang who was born in Mingjing Temple, with the greatest reputation, and several disciples and grandchildren, all of whom sat in the second row behind him, and when they saw Xu Bai Rao, they all nodded arrogantly.

Nodding, it was Xu Bairao who did not lose their face and recognized him when he was glorious, and he was arrogant because they didn't think that Xu Bairao had the means to diagnose and treat the county lady.

Entering the middle hall, the atmosphere that everyone had just had a little bit of harmony suddenly broke, and was replaced by competition and hostility.

After all, there is only one county honorable lady, but there are dozens of whistleblowers, among whom there may be a number of indiscriminate people, but there are also real talented scholars who want to use the power of the county to spread their reputation.

The dishes in the middle hall are very fast, not a delicacy of Qiong Brew, but it is also a rare delicacy, not only the color and flavor are complete, which makes people move their appetites, but also takes care of the identity of each person, on the table of monks and nuns, there is no meat or fishy thing, it can be seen that the chef's intentions are not comparable to the chef of the small restaurant.

It's a pity that no matter how great the chef's ability is, when he encounters a group of people with a heart who don't eat well and taste tasteless, he has to retreat with great ability.

Everyone tasted it lightly, but Xu Bairao ate happily with the small wine, squeaked, took a sip of the wine, and then picked up a piece of fried crispy and fragrant dried bamboo shoots, clicking, chewing soundly, that gluttonous appearance, as if he had not eaten food for ten years or eight years.

Everyone heard the voice, some people sat like a mountain, like a clay sculpture, some people frowned sideways, their faces were disdainful, and some people were aroused by gluttonous insects, their index fingers moved slightly, and they all looked at the dishes in a daze, and secretly swallowed their saliva.

When Xu Bai Rao was half-full, there were two coughing sounds from the main seat, and everyone looked up, it was not Fang Hefu, and there was an old man with long hair next to him.

Seeing everyone coming, Fang Hefu said: "As you all know, my wife is unwell, so she has invited all the masters to diagnose and treat. You all have benevolence and medical heart, my lord is respectful, but this matter is related to the reputation of the lady, the lord has to be cautious, according to the lord's will, but also ask you to use some means, divide the superior, so as not to mix the good and the bad, so that some people fish in troubled waters. ”

As he spoke, Fang Hefu pretended not to care and glanced at Xu Bairao's white banner next to the desk, obviously, some of the people in his mouth were alluding to Xu Bairao.

If they do, how will the people not see it?

After all, everyone didn't laugh out loud because of the previous little "comradeship", but there was already some dissatisfaction on their faces.

In their opinion, it was Xu Bairao's maverick, and Fang Hefu kept holding on to it, which caused their face to be lost.

"Amitabha, Lord Fan wants to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, please let the steward not hesitate to make it clear. At this moment, Master Zhiguang, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together, and pronounced a Buddha name.

A Buddha horn is like a bell and a dusk drum, resounding through the middle hall, and there seems to be a golden-bodied Arhat with eight arms in front of everyone's eyes, subduing the demon and subduing the tiger, suppressing their restless thoughts.

"The old monk is so profound. Everyone in the hall was secretly frightened, and when they looked at Zen Master Zhiguang again, they were also a little more jealous in their eyes.

Zhiguang Zen Master's face is yellow, and there are two wrinkled eyebrows hanging between his eyebrows, like two old silkworms.

When the Buddha name was recited just now, Master Zhiguang restrained the sound wave of the Buddha name and bound it in the middle hall without passing it out of the hall, which shows that the skill is profound and pure.

That's not all, the golden-bodied Arhat who finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes was Master Zhiguang who used the Buddha name to spread his will and suppress it on the spot, so that everyone's thoughts could be suppressed.

In this kind of realm, it is already a Tongxuan into the photo, for the world's first-class masters, and all states and prefectures can become guests of Zhizhou, but I don't want to come to a town like Changlefang!

Originally, there were some people who were not convinced that Master Zhiguang was in the first place, and they were immediately convinced.

"If you don't dare, please show your hands?"

Seeing that Master Zhiguang was so skillful, Fang Hefu straightened his clothes, returned the salute solemnly, looked respectful, and also used a questioning tone to show his respect for Master Zhiguang.

Sure enough, no matter what the world is, it is always only the size of a fist.