Datang Shuanglong: Apprentice Shi Qingxuan at the beginning

Chapter 31
"Then thank you Master!" Yan Bai let go of Fan Caiqi and straightened up at the same time.

"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson when I come down!" Fan Caiqi muttered beside her.

Yan Bai ignored Fan Caiqi and continued, "I haven't repaid the kindness of the great saint monk's guidance before. I didn't expect that something like this happened again. I'm really ashamed!" Kindness!" the old monk said with his hands clasped together.

Yan Bai rolled his eyes, and said, "In that case, let's leave something to apologize." Yan Bai's apology was actually a repayment of gratitude.

The old monk didn't say much after hearing this, he thought that Yan Bai just wanted to donate some sesame oil money.Although the temple was not yet profitable at this time, the livelihood of the entire temple depended on these sesame oil money, so the old monk did not refuse.

Sesame money?Obviously, Yan Bai didn't have one. At this time, all he could show was poetry besides his martial arts.

"I have nothing to grow in my lower body, so why not just leave a poem." Yan Bai said.Although Buddhism emphasizes not seeking fame and wealth, doing nothing will be detrimental to the spread of Buddhism, so fame is often more substantial than money.

The most famous sentence in later generations is the phrase "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell to the passenger ship", which directly raised the reputation of Hanshan Temple several steps.These temples will also become famous through the ages following the poems.

Yan Bai doesn't have any religious beliefs, and he doesn't care about local and foreign places.Therefore, Yan Bai does not reject Buddhism. Some people think that Buddhism enslaves the people, while others say it is a cultural invasion.Yan Bai believed that in this feudal society, Buddhism fully met the needs of society.Moreover, in the Tang world, Buddhism is already the right way, so there is no need for Yan Bai to offend such a party.He will help whoever helps him.Even if Christianity came, it would be the same for Yan Bai.

Hearing Yan Bai's words, the old monk moved slightly, a little surprised that Yan Bai wanted to write a poem, but he didn't pay much attention, because the people present didn't know Yan Bai's level at all.The incident of Sanhualou has not been reported just now, and many people around now think that Yan Bai is overreaching, maybe he is just a scholar, if he comes back another day, the scene may not be like this.

The only person who was very excited was naturally Fan Caiqi. I didn't expect to hear Yan Bai's poems again so soon. Although Miss Fan's level is not very good, everyone, the nobleman, etc. have a feeling for poetry, calligraphy and painting. of.Not to mention that Yan Bai's level is so high, Miss Fan will have a lot of face in front of others in the future.

"You're the one to pick up the pen this time." Yan Bai said to Fan Caiqi.

"Me?!" Fan Caiqi exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Can't you?" Yan Bai asked.

"No, it's not." Fan Caiqi said hesitantly. Since she was young, she didn't like to dance with writing and ink, but only loved to wield knives and guns. Her calligraphy is really not very popular.But now she is helping Yan Bai to write, there are not many such good things, maybe she can be famous for a long time, Fan Caiqi obviously doesn't want to let it go.

"Then, okay." Fan Caiqi didn't care about the ugly and embarrassing handwriting, and finally answered.

"Bring the Four Treasures of the Study!" Fan Caiqi said loudly.

"No need!" Yan Bai said beside him.

"No need?! How do you write it?" Fan Caiqi asked strangely.

"Find a place and use your knife to carve it directly." Yan Bai said.

"Hee hee, it's better this way." Fan Caiqi smiled. For martial arts practitioners like them, it's easy to carve characters on stones, and in this way, the characters are a bit ugly, so others can understand them. After all, they are not written with pens. Not used to it, this is the reason Fan Caiqi gave herself.

"You don't mind?" Yan Bai turned to the old monk and asked.

"As long as the benefactor doesn't scribble on these precious stone statues in the hall." The old monk laughed.

"Of course not, just find a place." Yan Bai said, he was actually trying to help Dashi Temple more. If it was written on paper, the reputation of Dashi Temple would indeed spread, but if it was engraved in the temple, There may be more people who come to visit it specially, after all, the authentic works are here.

Yan Bai took Fan Caiqi out, and everyone quickly followed.Yan Bai found a big rock outside, came to the side, and said, "Let's just write on it." "En." Fan Caiqi pulled out the small saber from his waist.

Yan Bai pondered for a while, on the way here just now, he had already thought about which poem to copy, now he just reconfirmed whether he could recite it correctly, if he said the first sentence and forgot the second sentence If so, then I can’t close my mouth.

"The question?" Fan Caiqi asked directly, regardless of Yan Bai's situation. She was not worried that Yan Bai would not be able to figure it out. Fan Caiqi completely believed in Yan Bai's level blindly.

"Let's call it "Title of Dashi Temple"." Yan Bai said, after all, it was to advertise Dashi Temple, and the words Dashi Temple would not appear in the poem to be plagiarized, so it would be best to put it on the title.Ancient poems are not like modern novels. They will think of bright spots in the title, and most of them are taken at will.After all, the length of the poem is too small, and there is no need to use the title to attract the attention of others.

Swish Swish Swish, Fan Caiqi finished writing on the stone in an instant.Then Yan Bai shook his head and "recited" the poem in his mind, "Entering the ancient temple in the early morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep. The mountain light is pleasing to the nature of birds, and the shadow of the pool is empty of the heart. Everything is silent, I can only hear the sound of bells and chimes." A good poem must be a good poem!But Fan Caiqi was different from Qingxiu, she didn't shake her hands at all, and just finished writing.After finishing it, without Yan Bai's words, he immediately continued to write, "Yan Bai's title, Fan Caiqi's characters!" You are not polite at all, because it is carved on a stone, and Yan Bai's seal is also useless.

After writing it, Fan Caiqi clapped her hands happily, and looked at the words on it with satisfaction. To be precise, it was the four characters "Fan Caiqi". Now her name, Fan Caiqi, will become famous.

Yan Bai didn't care about Fan Caiqi's little thoughts, pretending not to notice, since he was "blind" anyway.

"The benefactor is really a great talent!" The old monk said, he was also very happy, this was a complete surprise, I thought it was just a very common thing, but I didn't expect Yan Bai's poetry level to be so high. With the spread of this poem, their Dashi Temple will also become famous.

"Hehe, because I can't see, I have to describe the scene in my heart. I don't know if the Dashi Temple looks like this." Yan Bai said with a smile. He can completely stop other people's mouths by saying this, so that no one will say it in the future. What Dashi Temple is not like this at all, Yan Bai is talking nonsense.Blind man, what a good excuse!
"It's almost as described in the donor's poem." The old monk said boldly. The Dashi Temple is a magnificent temple, and there is still a gap with what Yan Bai said, but the old monk has made up his mind. Bai's poems have been specially modified. Others are adapting to the occasion, but he is "adapting to the poem".

"It's getting late, master, please greet me like the great virtuous monk." Yan Bai said goodbye suddenly, he didn't want to stay here for people to watch.

"Don't the benefactor stay for some vegetarian food?" said the old monk.

"No need, there is still an appointment outside." Yan Bai politely refused, he was not used to vegetarian food.

"Hehe, then I won't keep the benefactor." The old monk clasped his hands together and said.

"Then come visit again next time!" Yan Bai said, pulled Fan Caiqi and left, and the people around immediately rushed to the side of the big stone, pointing to the poem on it.

"Why are you going, we haven't burned incense yet!" Fan Caiqi complained aloud, and she also wanted to experience the feeling of being under the spotlight.

(End of this chapter)