I Evolved The Heavens

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Today's Lingyin Temple is not easy to enter. A poem meeting is being held here. Only those who have couplets can enter. Look at those couplets, can you get it right?"

Xia Zining turned her head and looked at the couplets, she knew each word, and she could understand the meaning of the combination.

But let her couplet couplets, it would be hard for her.

Xia Zining's face was bitter, and then he laughed and said: "Don't be afraid, I know the monks in this temple very well, they will definitely let me in. Then Yang Dage will follow me."

"No, today's poem meeting is the rule set by the Grand Great Master, how can it be broken."

"I object. Mr. Referee, they are fouling."

"This brother, what kind of ability to hide behind a woman, if you have the ability, you can do it yourself."

"It's not bad. If you don't come out, hurry down the mountain, lest staying here will lose our face as a scholar."

...

The scholars around were clamoring, filled with righteous indignation.

They glared at Yang Yi, wishing to roll up their sleeves and start doing it.

At this time, Xia Zining showed her aggressive and strong side, and said loudly: "What are we doing? We don't participate in any poetry meeting. If you want to go in and play what is hindering you, please let me go quickly."

After all, it is the princess, who has been arrogant since childhood.

A group of scholars, she didn't have To put in one’s eyes at all.

"You, you, you, it's really insulting to be gentle."

"Only villains and women are hard to raise!"

"How can such a grand event of the literary society be destroyed by you."

...

A group of scholars were not afraid, and the previous beauty was also forgotten.

After all, no matter how good the beauty is, the future is not important.

"Amitābha!"

A middle-aged monk came out from the crowd.

He obviously knew Xia Zining, and said, "The princess, today our temple is holding a poem meeting. It is temporarily closed to the outside world. Please forgive me. Also, the King of Chu is also inside."

"What, the father is also here!"

Xia Zining exclaimed.

boom!

The conversation between the two made a sensation in the surroundings.

The stubborn little beauty in front of her turned out to be the princess of the Chu Palace.

Many people's faces are already pale.

Xia Zining turned her head and said, "Yang Dage, in that case, let's go hiking outside. In fact, the scenery outside is also good."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I'm here to participate in the poem meeting, how can I leave. Otherwise, you'd better go back first."

"No, then I have to participate in the poetry meeting."

"But you won't be right."

"Yang Dage, you definitely will. You have one more match, can you take me in? Hey, monk, if I Yang Dage matches two pairs, can you let us in?"

Xia Zining seemed to have a fascinating confidence in Yang Yi, and turned to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk frowned. He and the referee middle-aged scribes looked at each other, then nodded and said: "Well, as long as the donor can tell two of them, you can go in."

A woman had been in before, but now it doesn't matter if the princess is put in.

"Okay, okay, Yang Dage, are you fast?"

"Cut, is he still facing two pairs? If he could, he wouldn't think about it for so long."

"That's it, I don't think he is right."

"Hey, these are good shows."

...

The scholars around sneered.

Although these nine Shanghai Federations are not absolutes, they can't be arbitrarily matched.

Otherwise, how could they be trapped here.

Yang Yi shook his head, and fortunately he was able to come out right, otherwise Xia Zining would be so mixed up, it would really be difficult to ride a tiger.

Looking at the faces of the surrounding scholars, Yang Yi sneered.

He backed his left hand, raised his head forty-five degrees, and stood in a pretending posture.

Afterwards, he looked at the couplet on the wooden frame and said loudly: "Where there are mountains and rivers in the sky? Isn't the world a god?"

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Yang Yi with eyes wide open.

Damn it, it's really right.

It shouldn't be!

Especially the people who came with Yang Yi, it was almost half an hour with Yang Yi.

If Yang Yi can come out right, why was it wrong before?

The middle-aged scribe nodded: "Yes."

Xia Zining said with joy: "Yang Dage is great, there is one more."

"Dharma is boundless, and you are always at ease in quietness; Tathagata can be seen in the air with the clouds of compassion."

"Good! Amitābha!"

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but applaud, because this Xialian said the true meaning of Buddhism.

The people around were in an uproar, and there were actually two opposites.

Next, they were dumbfounded.

Because Yang Yi didn't stop at all, he got the other couplets right in one go.

"A few times the plum blossoms return to the flute hole; a bay of flowing water enters the heart of the piano."

"You can be content with things, and the heart is always comfortable; people can't strive for quality and self-exaltation."

"When you sleep until the second and second shift, all fame and fame will become an illusion; thinking of one hundred years later, everybody is an ancient person."

"Chickens and dogs cross the Frost Bridge all the way to plum blossoms and bamboo leaves; Yanying wears the embroidered curtain half-window and cuts the golden branches of jade."

………

There is a pavilion to the west of the Daxiong Hall.

This pavilion is quite high, and you can see a small part of Lingyin Temple.

There are more than a dozen people sitting or standing in the pavilion. There are four monks, three Taoists, three Confucian scholars, and a middle-aged man wearing brocade robe, it is Chu Wang Xia Yuan.

Regarding status and status, Xia Yuan is respected in the presence.

But in fact, everyone's position is faintly headed by an old man with white beard and hair.

He is undressed and wearing a virtuous crown on his head. He has a kind of celebrity style.

This person is the great scholar, Wang Yangjun.

"You guys, how long will it take for someone to break through the three levels we set up, and how many people will eventually be able to break through today?"

The speaker was a Confucian scholar, in his 50s, Zhu Xiaochun, a scholar of Zhejiang Province.

"The first level of couplets is not difficult, and there should be many people who have passed it now. But the second level is different. It is a test of the "theme" to compose poems. As for the third level, painting needs to be matched. Poems, it’s even more difficult. From my point of view, it’s already pretty good when someone comes to us at noon for three consecutive levels."

An old Taoist smiles at his beard. They are not only master monks, but also proficient in poetry and songs.

After all, ascetics have a long lifespan, coupled with strong memory and quick thinking, learning things is much easier than ordinary people.

"As long as you can go through three levels in a row and reach here smoothly, there will be no one among them. Master Wang, are you interested in accepting as a disciple and teaching with you?"

With a faint smile on Wang Yangjun’s face, he shook his head and said, "No. The old man is already in his seventies. Maybe he will go to the sages that day, so don’t mistake his children. But the old man has a jade pendant that he has worn for 30 years. Whoever can get here first, the old will give it to whoever."

With that, he took off a piece of mutton white jade from his waist.

Everyone's eyes are straight.

Although the mutton white jade is expensive, the people present are not the ones who are short of money. The mutton white jade alone cannot attract them.

The point is, this is Wang Yangjun's jade pendant.

Because Wang Yangjun is the only big Confucian who is still alive today, and the only person who has cultivated a great righteousness. Although there is no Cultivation Base, the demon ghosts have to flee when they see him.

This jade pendant has been worn by Wang Yangjun for thirty years, and it has long been transformed into a Confucian treasure.

It can be worn after wearing. Heart's Demon is not invaded, and it is of inestimable value.

At this time, a burst of noisy sounds came from the gate of the temple, seeming to be arguing.

Everyone couldn't help but look towards the door of the temple.

"Hehe, since everyone is curious, let's use my mysterious mirror to look at it."

An old man chuckled, his fingers a little empty.

The void rippled like water waves, and quickly turned into a mirror, on which the scene of the first level appeared, and there was a sound coming out of it.

This is simply live broadcast like ancient times.

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