Eighteen Gong held Tang Seng with his hand, and the lonely straight man smiled silently, and volleyed a haha:

The words of the clouds clearly leaked the heavenly opportunity. When the holy monk is invited, he should be regarded as a man of his own words, and there is no need to be persistent. With such a beautiful scenery, I shouldn't have come to talk about Zen, it's better to take advantage of the pleasant moonlight, open my mind, talk about the wind and the moon, chant poetry, and be happy!"

Several old men had no malicious intent, and when they sensed Tang Seng's intentions, they didn't talk about Zen Taoism, but only talked about Fengyue.

Fu Yunsuo also accepted the serious face when talking about Zen Taoism, smiled and raised his hand to point to the stone house: "If you want to chant, how about you go into the small nunnery and have a cup of tea?"

Tang Seng looked at the gesture, and there were three words written on the door of the stone house:

Musen-an.

The four elders all came to invite Tang Seng into the house, and Tang Seng had to owe his body, go in with them, salute again, and sit down in turn.

The naked ghost envoy I had seen before was holding a plate of Poria paste and serving five fragrant teas.

The fourth elder asked Tang Seng to eat first, Tang Seng was suspicious, afraid that it was a stone toad or something that had changed from a goblin, so he didn't dare to eat it.

When the four elders saw it, they went to get it and ate it themselves. Tang Seng saw that they had eaten, so he also ate two pieces. And they drank fragrant tea.

Tang Seng took a peek and saw that there were no lights and no candles in this stone house, but it was brilliant and bright, as if it was in the moonlight.

Clear water flows out from the edge of the strange stones, and the fragrance wafts out from the flowers. The environment is pure and elegant, and there is no dust in the room.

This place is like a fairyland, Tang Seng felt relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but read out loud: "Zen heart is like the moon without dust." ”

Previously, Fu Yunsu said that he wanted to leave Tang Seng to practice here, and Tang Seng's poem was to show his heart, telling them that he was dedicated to the Buddha and would never be invaded by foreign objects and foreign ways again.

Eighteen Gong smiled and chanted the next sentence: "Poetry is like azure renewal." ”

Gu Zhigong continued: "Good sentences are beautiful. ”

Ling Kongzi said: "Jiawen doesn't spit on treasures. ”

Fu Yunsu continued: "The six dynasties are all prosperous, and the four beginnings are re-deleted Ya Song. ”

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and said: "The disciple lost his mouth for a while, and said a few words indiscriminately, which is really an axe for the class." The sentences of the immortals are fresh and elegant, and the true poets are also. ”

Eighteen justices: "Holy monk, the monks are all from beginning to end." Since you have started a sentence, how can you not have a conclusion? I hope it will be fulfilled!"

The poem is either four sentences or eight words, and now the four elders took advantage of Tang Seng's expression of a poem to continue five sentences, there are six sentences, and there are still two sentences, and Tang Seng is going to do it all.

Tang Seng said: "If the disciple can't, it's good to bother the eighteen princes and turn it out." ”

Eighteen Gong smiled and said: "You are embarrassed! Why do you refuse to give results to your sentence? ”

Tang Seng didn't dare to be stubborn, so he had to continue the next two sentences: "The half-pillow pine wind tea is not ripe, and the chant is full of spring." ”

The Eighteenth Duke stroked his palms and laughed: "What a chic and full of spring!"

Lonely and fair: "Jinjie, you know the taste of poetry, so just chew, why not start another article?"

The Eighteenth Duke did not shirk and said: "I will start with a thimble: spring is not glorious and winter is not dry, and the clouds and fog are only like nothing." ”

The thimble word is the next word of the sentence of the previous person, and it should be the first word of the sentence of the next person.

Ling Kongzi said: "I'll come to the first two sentences: There is no wind to shake the shadow, and there are guests who are happy and happy." ”

Fu Yunsu continued: "The picture is like the old man of Xishan Jianjie, and the clear is like a heartless husband in the south. ”

Lonely and fair: "The husband is called Liang Dong because of the side leaves, and the platform is Hengke as Xianwu." ”

Tang Seng listened to it and was amazed: "It's really a spring and white snow, and the majesty is soaring! The disciple is not talented, so he took the liberty to say two more sentences." ”

Lonely and fair: "The holy monk is a man of the Tao and a man of great virtue." There is no need to come to the couplet, please give the whole article, and we can reluctantly reconcile. ”

Tang Seng had to smile and groan:

"The rod Sisi came to worship the king of the Dharma, and may the wonderful scriptures be spread far and wide.

Jinzhi Sanxiu Poetry Altar Rui, Baoshu Thousand Flowers Lotus Fragrance.

Progress must be made in a hundred directions, and the world of the ten directions must be hidden.

Cultivated into a jade elephant solemn body, in front of the gate of Bliss is a dojo. ”

This poem is well done, and it shows Tang Seng's determination to go to the west to learn scriptures.

The four elders praised it again.

Eighteen fair: "The old man is incompetent, bold and another song:

Jinjie is lonely and laughs at the king of wood, and Lingchun is not as famous as me.

The sky is full of dragons and snakes. The spring is a thousand-year-old amber fragrance.

The solution and the Qiankun are angry, and they are happy to hide because of the wind and rain.

The decrepit self-ashamed has no fairy bones, but only Ling paste longevity. ”

This poem not only shows the style of the Eighteen Gong of Jinjie, but also shows that Taoism is to cultivate and seek eternal life, unlike Buddhism, which has to give up the body and die in bliss. And dragons, snakes, springs, etc. are all Taoist cultivation terms.

This poem begins with a heroic sentence and a powerful couplet, but the ending sentence is too humble, and the old clumsy also has a poem:

Frost often likes to stay in the king of birds, and the four unique halls are greatly raised.

The dew is heavy and the beads are covered with green, and the wind is light and the stone teeth are broken and fragrant.

The long corridor is quiet at night, and the ancient hall is faintly hidden in autumn.

On the first day of spring, he offered his birthday, and he was proud of himself in the mountain. ”

This poem is about the Taoist family's love for the mountains and rivers, and the inaction of the world.

Ling Kongzi said with a smile: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Old and clumsy, I don't have to talk a few words." ”

He also chanted a poem:

Liang Dong's material is close to the emperor, and there is a voice outside the Taiqing Palace.

Qingxuan is like a green air, and the dark wall is ordinary and fragrant.

The Zhuang Festival is awe-inspiring through the ages, and the deep roots are hidden in the nine springs.

Lingyun is in the shadow, not in the group of gorgeous fields.

This poem talks about the quiet and noble Taoism, expresses the mind of Ling Kongzi, and says that he is aiming at Lingyun and is not the same as the crowd. There is a sound outside the Taiqing Palace, and it is said that the eight cypress trees planted by Taishang Laojun outside the Taiqing Palace.

Fu Yunsu said: "The poems of your three princes are elegant and light, I have no talent in my belly, and after listening to the poems of the three princes, I suddenly opened my mouth, and I also came to make a few limerick poems, which made Zhu Gong smile." ”

Chanting:

"The holy king of music in Qiao Park, Weichuan thousands of acres are allowed to be promoted.

Cuiyun is not stained with Xiang'e tears, and Ban Zhen can be passed on to the Han Dynasty.

The frost leaves have not changed, and the smoke has not been hidden from now on?

Ziyou died with few acquaintances, and he left a famous ink field in ancient times. ”

This poem is a self-comparison of a gentleman. Qiao is a poem of "The Book of Songs, Wei Feng", which begins with green bamboo and praises the gentleman throughout the article.

Weichuan Thousand Mu is taken from the meaning of "Weichuan Thousand Mu Bamboo, its people and thousands of households" in the "Historical Records".

Xiang'e tears are talking about Empress E's and Nuying's tears.

Ban Zhen is talking about the Ban Gu brothers and sisters who wrote the "Book of Han" in bamboo slips. child

You died with few acquaintances, and it was Wang Huizhi, the son of the book saint Wang Xizhi, who loved bamboo in his life.

The last two sentences are not to say that there are few bosom friends, and Han Moli is naturally famous.

Tang Seng listened to the poems of the four elders, and couldn't stop admiring it, but his heart became more and more uneasy, he just wanted to escape as soon as possible, and said:

"The poems of the immortals, every word, you Xia Mozan. But now it is late at night, and the three little disciples of the poor monk do not know where to look for me and wait for me. The poor monk is really inconvenient to stay for a long time, thanks to the fairy Weng for his love, so he said goodbye and asked the old fairy Weng to show the way back. ”

The fourth elder smiled and said: "Don't worry, the holy monk! We are also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can we be separated like this? What's more, now that the wind is fresh and the moon is as bright as day, please sit down again, and when the day comes, we will send the holy monk over the ridge, and then the high-ranking disciples will definitely come to meet." ”

Tang Seng was about to resign again, when suddenly outside the door of the stone house, there were two girls in green clothes, carrying a pair of silk lanterns, leading a fairy to come.

The fairy carried an apricot blossom in her hand, wore a light coat with smoke and fire, lined with a five-colored plum light red skirt, and wore a pair of phoenix mouth bow shoes on her feet.

The fourth elder bowed and said, "Xingxian is here!"

Xingxian said to everyone a blessing and said, "I heard that a good guest is coming, so I came to ask to see you." ”

Eighteen Gong smiled and pointed at Tang Seng: "The good guest is there!"

Tang Seng hurriedly bowed and saluted, knowing that this must be a demon girl, compared with the male banshee and the female banshee, Tang Seng was more afraid of the female banshee, so he didn't dare to speak.

I only heard Xingxian Jiao's voice shouting: "Come and offer tea." ”

There were two more girls in yellow clothes coming from behind, one girl holding a red lacquer Dan plate, and there were six fine magnetic tea cups on the plate, and a few kiwi fruits were placed in the bowl, and a small spoon was placed horizontally.

Another girl carried a teapot inlaid with brass inlays, and the pot contained fragrant tea, and the aroma was fragrant.

Xingxian poured the tea with his own hands, and with his spring onion jade hand, he held a magnetic bowl to offer tea to Tang Seng first.

Tang Seng took it carefully and thanked him.

Xingxian presented each of the four elders with a cup of fragrant tea, and she also took one to accompany her.

Ling Kongzi said: "Why don't Xingxian sit?"

Xingxian went to sit down.

After drinking tea, Xingxian leaned over and asked, "Immortal Weng will have a grand meeting tonight, please ask for a good sentence or two, how about it?"

Fu Yunsu said: "Ours are all slang and rudeness, and the holy monk is from the Tang Dynasty, so it can be called a good sentence." ”

Xingxian came to Tang Seng again and said, "If you don't hesitate to teach, please give me a look." ”

How dare Tang Seng write poems with women, and hurriedly recite Amitabha Buddha and humbly shirk it.

The four elders told Tang Seng about Zen and Taoism, poetry and poetry just now.

Xingxian listened, smiled, and said to everyone with a spring breeze on her face: "The concubine is not talented, and she shouldn't be ugly, but after listening to the good sentences of the holy monk and the immortal, she is stupid and moved, and she reluctantly follows the following verses."

The four elders applauded repeatedly, and Xingxian immediately opened his mouth and said in a coquettish voice:

"The name of King Wu of the Han Dynasty was left on the cover, and Confucius set up an altar during the Zhou period.

Dong Xian loves me into Lin Ji, and Sun Chu once took pity on the cold and ate fragrant.

The rain is red and delicate, and the smoky green color is still hidden.

I know that I am overripe and slightly sour, and I fall in the wheat field every year. ”

Xingxian's poems, sentence by sentence are talking about apricots. The fourth elder listened to the congratulations and said: "Elegant and refined, every sentence contains spring." What a rain and red posture is delicate and tender, and the rain is delicate and tender!"

Xingxian smiled lightly and replied softly: "Panic! Panic! The poem of the holy monk I heard just now is really a beautiful mouth, how about I give another one?"

Tang Seng twisted and didn't dare to agree.

Xingxian saw that Tang Seng was handsome, gentle, and talented, and the more she looked at it, the more she moved, moved her body, moved the chair, and gradually sat down beside Tang Seng, and whispered:

"Holy monk, don't be restrained, such a beautiful day, beautiful guests, don't you go to play happily together, wouldn't you live up to the good time? Life is in a hurry, can there be geometry? Holy monk, let's go!"