Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 237 Spring River Moonlight Night!
The voice of chanting resounded gently and brightly in Muxian Nunnery.

The sudden sound made the four Immortals of Thorn Ridge couldn't help themselves, and they turned their heads to look in unison.

At this time, in the huge Muxian Nunnery, apart from the four of them, there were only Bodhidharma and Solanum nigrum left.

And the voice just now was clearly a man.

Therefore, the person who recites must be a monk!

"Whoever realizes the big dream first... I know it all my life... The cottage is full of spring... The sun outside the window is late..."

Shiba Gong chewed it carefully, but felt that the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth, and the artistic conception was far away.

Although it is midsummer, it can make people feel as if they are in spring sleep.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Mr. Gu Zhi was also full of praise, "This poem reminds me of the figure running in the sunset, that is my lost youth..."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Fuyun old man shook his head, as if drunk.

Only Ling Kongzi was dissatisfied and "cut" with disdain.

About to speak.

At this time, the monk began to chant again: "When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine! I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it today! I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold! Dance Clarify the shadow, it seems to be in the world!"

As soon as they heard this, the expressions on the faces of the four Immortals of Thorn Ridge instantly turned pale, and they were immediately astonished.

"My God, this monk is too talented!"

"I want to go back by the wind... and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu... the heights are too cold... so wonderful, so wonderful!"

"What's even more frightening is that this monk said it casually, without thinking about it, and didn't even type out the manuscript! Such a talent, even if Xie Gong is reborn, it will be hard to match him!"

"Tch, maybe this monk has already written it down and memorized it!"

"Even so, why don't you write a song?"

"Cut~"

Just at this time.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance came in from outside the hall.

Followed by.

Suddenly, I heard the ringing of the pendant, and the fragrance was blowing slowly, and a slim figure appeared in the Muxian Nunnery.

"Xingxian?! Why are you here?"

Ling Kongzi was overjoyed and wanted to get up to greet him.

To know.

Xingxian is the only banshee in Thorn Ridge who has cultivated the Dao, and she usually participates in parties.

It's just that this time I received the invitation from the Wansheng Dragon Palace, it was for the competition of the Wansheng princess to recruit relatives.

In this way, Xingxian naturally does not need to participate.

So there is no notification.

Unexpectedly, Xingxian came here uninvited.

With joy all over his face, Ling Kongzi jumped up and hurriedly greeted Xingxian's arrival.

After all, the story of him and Xingxian has already spread throughout Thorn Ridge.

I saw such a situation.

Shibagong and the others looked at each other and smiled.

Unexpectedly, Xingxian didn't seem to see Ling Kongzi.

Looking around, Bodhidharma was the only one among the wonderful eyes.

Actually.

Xingxian knew why Ling Kongzi and the others were gathering tonight, and hadn't planned to come here to join in the fun.

However, he was attracted by Bodhidharma's poems.

"This monk... so handsome!"

Xingxian's eyes suddenly brightened.

The young monk in front of him is not only handsome, but also talented.

This made Xingxian's heart tremble even more.

Hearing Bodhidharma slowly continue: "Turn to Zhuge, a low-lying household, illuminated without sleep, there should be no hatred! What is the long-term difference? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. I hope people will last forever and travel thousands of miles A total of Chanjuan!"

The lingering sound surrounds the beam and echoes in the ears.

It's been a while.

Only now did everyone at the scene recover from the wonderful aftertaste.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

Xingxian was the first to applaud.

In the expression, she was infinitely shy, and the eyes she looked at Bodhidharma were also full of tenderness and envy.

"People have joys and sorrows... the moon has cloudy days... Don't look at this young monk, he is so sophisticated in dealing with world affairs, admiration!"

In addition to admiring, the eighteenth prince was still admiring.

But Ling Kongzi curled his lips, the jealousy in his heart was beyond words.

With a cold snort in his nose, he said with disdain on his face: "This poem is of different lengths, messy, nonsense, and useless. I didn't hear anything good!"

"Ling Kongzi, you..."

Shibagong and the others smiled wryly.

Not finished.

Bodhidharma slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Ling Kongzi, and spoke slowly again.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together! The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight? You can’t see the white sand on Tingshang! The sky in the river is the same color and there is no dust, and the moon is in the bright sky! Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the moon shine on people? Life is endless, and the moon in the river looks similar every year..."

Accompanied by the sound of Bodhidharma's chanting.

In the Muxian Nunnery, it fell into silence again.

Only the crickets and frogs could be heard outside the palace gate.

Even Solanum nigrum, who was cultivating meticulously, opened his eyes involuntarily at this time.

"Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people? There are endless generations of life, and the river moon looks similar every year..."

Especially these few sentences.

Solanum nigrum murmured several times.

Can't help it, a crystal teardrop slid down from the cheek.

"Huh? Did I cry?"

Solanum nigrum was taken aback, and hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down.

Feeling a little ashamed in my heart: "I didn't expect that I have practiced Dapin Golden Immortal Art for so long, but I am still so sentimental. I am really ashamed of my master's expectations!"

Not just nightshade.

Everyone at the scene, including Ling Kongzi, was deeply impressed by Bodhidharma's talent.

Standing in place, dumbfounded, as if petrified.

Xingxian looked at Bodhidharma with an infatuated face.

"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road! I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river full of trees!"

A spring river flower moon night slowly recited from Bodhidharma's mouth.

Half an hour passed.

Everyone is still immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves for a while.

Another half tea time passed.

Shiba Gong finally recovered from the rhythm, and reached out to touch the halazi on his beard.

He took a few steps forward, raised his hand as a salute, and said with a smile: "This holy monk is eloquent and talented, which is beyond our reach! I don't know the name of the holy monk, which temple is he practicing in?"

Bodhidharma smiled slightly, stood up, clasped his palms together, and returned a salute.

Although he knew very well in his heart that the few in front of him were all mountain spirits, he did not kill them indiscriminately.

After all, it is not easy for these monsters to practice, and they have not done anything harmful.

"The poor monk Bodhidharma is dead..."

Dharma hasn't finished speaking yet.

But seeing the faces of all the monsters at the scene suddenly changed, "Da, Damo?!"

On the face, all of them were covered with great panic.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a few whistles, it pierced through the air.

Several tree demons shook their bodies, and immediately turned into a gust of breeze, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He even forgot to pick up the invitation card on the ground.

Dharma was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled wryly, and scratched his shiny bald head with his backhand, "Am I really that scary?"

(End of this chapter)