Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World

Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World Chapter 14

Li Xuan stood up confidently. Under the watchful eyes of several people, he adjusted his gray monk robes, and then loudly chanted: "The Douyi Army's remaining seeds have not yet sprouted. There is no difference in doing the bottom line, and I tend to enter the long fasting Buddhist school.”

After reading four sentences and seven words, she looked towards several people triumphantly.

Qian Delu twitched his beard and nodded lightly: "Well, not bad, not bad, it's really good to be in the scene, really good."

Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji next to them couldn't stop applauding.

Huo Yuanzhen watched with a cold eye, this poem is okay, but definitely not a good sentence, Qian Delu's comment is good, while Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji's performance is a little contrived.

However, these two people are not completely flattered, they are somewhat shameful.

This also makes Huo Yuanzhen feel a little more at ease. As long as his poems are obviously much better than Li Xuan's, then Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji will not be too partial.

Li Xuan finished the poem, felt good about himself, and looked towards Huo Yuanzhen provocatively.

It's no wonder that they are all from the rivers and lakes. There are a few who can understand poetry. It's easier to hold a knife than a pen. If it wasn't for Zhao Wuji, a scholar today, Li Xuan wouldn't be able to write. In his opinion, although the young abbot Huo Yuanzhen pointed out a sentence to Zhao Wuji just now, but after all, he was too young, so he must have been blinded by chance, and it is impossible to learn anything.

Besides, I decided that there must be Buddhists in my poems. I thought about this poem early on, and Huo Yuanzhen wrote a poem temporarily, and it is very likely that he could not do it.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at Li Xuan, did not comment on his verse, but said to the other three: "Three, then this poor monk is also a shame."

"Abbot please".

p>Qian Delu gestured, and Chen Ding and Zhao Wuji nodded slightly<.

Huo Yuanzhen stood up, left the wine table, and walked to Xinghua next to him.

The eyes of several people followed Huo Yuanzhen's silhouette, wanting to see what good sentences this young monk could make.

Arriving at the apricot lace, Huo Yuanzhen turned around again, looking towards the bright moon in the sky: "The moonlight is good tonight".

"Yes, apricot blossoms and bright moon, wine tasting and poetry, one of life's great joys", Qian Delu fits the sentence.

Li Xuan squinted towards Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot Yi Jie, don't delay, let's write a poem quickly".

His mind, Huo Yuanzhen is clear, he just doesn't want him to have too much time to think about it, but Huo Yuanzhen has already made up his mind, carefreely smiled: "Master Li Xuan, being a monk is also cultivating one's mind, and being in a hurry is against Buddhism. Doctrine affects mood."

"hmph!" Li Xuan snorted: "This poor monk is not in a hurry, I'm afraid the person who is in a hurry now is the abbot."

Chen Ding also said: "Abbot, it's very late, let's start quickly."

Huo Yuanzhen didn't answer, and took a few more steps, his eyes always looking towards the bright moon in the sky, opened the mouth and said: "The Zen mind is like the moon without dust."

As soon as this sentence came out, the scene was silent. Zhao Wuji wanted to drink a glass of wine, but his hand stopped in midair, and he couldn't help but whisper what Huo Yuanzhen just said.

After a while, Zhao Wuji put down the wine glass and couldn't help clapping his hands vigorously: "Okay! Very good! Although the abbot did not mention Buddhism in this sentence, this Zhao has already realized the artistic conception."

Qian Delu even picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp: "It's a good poem, just relying on the abbot's sentence, Dangfu's life has become so ignorant that this Qian wants to become a monk."

Chen Ding also couldn't stop nodding, only Li Xuan's face was a little unsightly, opened the mouth and said: "Abbot, a sentence can't be considered a poem".

Huo Yuanzhen continued: "The Zen mind is as clean as the moon, the poetic quality is renewed like the sky blue, the good sentences are splendid, the good prose does not embellish the rare treasures, the six dynasties are washed and the prosperity is exhausted, and the four histories are important. Delete the Yasong points, the half-pillow Songfeng tea is not ripe, and the chanting is full of spring!".

A continuous eight-line recitation, Huo Yuanzhen in one go, finished the poem, returned to his seat, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Peaceful, quite the style of a generation of eminent monks.

Zhao Wuji over there did not speak any more, but raised the glass to Huo Yuanzhen and drank it.

After drinking the wine, Zhao Wuji sighed: "It's a good sentence, abbot, you have learned your lofty sentiments and high aspirations this Zhao, if you can return to the secular world, you can get the title as easy as blowing off dust”.

"The patron of Zhao has promoted this poor monk. He is a monk, and his fame, fortune, and wealth are like floating clouds. At present, this poor monk is also for the monks who will come less in the future to have a place to live, and to make wishes for the neighbors from all over the world. He had no choice but to come to ask for the patronage of Zhao, otherwise this poor monk would really not want to go through this trouble.”

It is obvious that the development of Sect is a good way to fight for hegemony in the martial arts in the future. Huo Yuanzhen can also say the development to righteousness that inspires reverence, and others can't help but believe it.

Sure enough, Zhao Wuji showed admiration and raised his glass again to drink with Huo Yuanzhen.

Over there, Li Xuan's face turned blue and red, and finally he couldn't hold back, and said to Zhao Wuji and the others, "You haven't said that my poems are better than his poems." .

Qian Delu cast a glance at Li Xuan, coldly said: "Master Li Xuan, I'm afraid this is not comparable."

"There is nothing to compare, whoever's good is who's good, bad is bad".

“Master Li Xuan, if you insist on a comparison, then this Qian can only say that compared with Gold Jade, the stubborn stone has no comparability, and if you try to compare it, it can only show that the stubborn stone has no comparability. People who have eyes do not recognize gold and jade."

"You,, what did you say! No, I don't believe what you said, Shopkeeper Zhao's, you are a scholar, you said".

Zhao Wuji glanced at Li Xuan helplessly, "Master Li Xuan, Abbot Yi Jie's poems are good, but this Zhao has only seen it in his life, so let's not compare it."

Li Xuan finally gave up this time. He had been in communication with Zhao Wuji for a day under the recommendation of Chen Ding. Wanting to attack the opponent, Zhao Wuji also acquiesced, didn't expect After a match of poetry, the whole situation was reversed.

Over there, Chen Ding didn't say anything. Although he wanted to help Li Xuan, Abbot Yi Jie's poems were so good that he couldn't find any excuses.

Seeing this situation, Li Xuan also gave up and sneered: "Okay, hum, isn't it just trifling 30,000 tael of silver, as long as my Senior Brother shoots, it will definitely be easy as blowing off dust, you guys. If you don’t want to borrow it, others are willing to borrow it, I don’t keep the master here, I have a place to keep the master, the old man is leaving!”.

After speaking, Li Xuan flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked out.

Chen Ding opened his mouth to keep him, but he didn't say anything.

Li Xuan came to the door, turned around suddenly, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot Yi Jie, build your Shaolin well, and throw a lot of money out, in case Shaolin is killed one day. People are extinguish sect, and you can't pay Shopkeeper Zhao's money."

"Amitabha, Abbot Li Xuan, you don't have to worry about it, this poor monk should manage properly, even if he is extinguish sect one day, it will be the doom of this poor monk, but I don't think so. On that day, delusions of doing something to me Shaolin, this poor monk will be with him."

"hmph! act recklessly".

Li Xuan didn't want to talk big with Huo Yuanzhen anymore and left the bank, thinking about how to deal with Shaolin Temple in the future.

Huo Yuanzhen turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "Zhao donor, you also heard what Li Xuan said. If you are worried that you won't be able to take back the two silver taels in the future, then this poor monk's proposal will be dropped."

didn't expect Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Why did the abbot speak like this? Although this Zhao is a scholar, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he is doing the right thing. people, but this Zhao people are not afraid of them, abbot, I think they dare not do anything to you, this loan of 50,000 silver tael, I agree!".

Huo Yuanzhen had a smile on the corner of his mouth. He had long seen that Zhao Wuji had the arrogance of some literati, and he was no longer afraid of anything when he spoke.

So good, so good!

They are all straightforward people, Zhao Wuji called Huang Feihong, several people signed the IOU on the spot, and Qian Delu acted as a bailout. Zhao Wuji lent Huo Yuanzhen 50,000 taels of fine silver to use In building the monastery, Shaolin will repay later when he has a profit.

The receipt was soon signed, and Zhao Wuji took out a 50,000 tael bank note and handed it to Huo Yuanzhen.

So far, Huo Yuanzhen's goal has been achieved. With these 50,000 taels, the construction of Shaolin is no longer a problem. It is enough to renovate the mountain road, level the temple and build the fence.

The goal was reached, and Huo Yuanzhen also stayed soon to bid farewell to Zhao Wuji.

But it was getting late, so Zhao Wuji stayed in Huo Yuanzhen for one night, and in the morning on the second day, Huang Feihong drove Huo Yuanzhen back to the mountain in the carriage.

Back under Shaoshi Mountain, Huang Feihong was still a little reluctant, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, if I have time in the future, I will come to listen to your story."

Huo Yuanzhen said with a smile: "Yes, Feihong, you can not only come to listen to my story, you can also come to Shaolin to practice martial arts".

"Practice martial arts!" Huang Feihong's eyes shined, but he said suspiciously: "You Shaolin don't seem to have a few monks, right? Does anyone know martial arts?".

Huo Yuanzhen looked around and saw a piece of bluestone on the side of the road, about the size of two large bowls clasped together. hit it!