Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

"Just this one lie, can you shake your Buddha's heart?"

Qinghui was puzzled, even Buddhists who had just initiated the initiation would not be shaken by mere lies, let alone the reincarnation of an eminent monk, the self-generated perfection of Buddha nature.

"But he also said, when is the self-nature? The self-nature is pure, when is the self-nature? There is no birth and death..."

This sound is like a bell ringing from a high place in a temple.

Craziness appeared on Yuan Zhen's face again.

Although the Buddha nature has not dissipated, it is shaking.

changing.

"enough--"

The Buddha light of Qinghui emerged, and suddenly shouted loudly to cover Yuan Zhen's voice, his terrified face seemed to smell great terror.

A few sounds of self-nature, but only for a short moment.

The head of this eminent monk from Songdu Monastery was covered with fine sweat, and the panic and suspicion in his expression was countless times thicker than when Yuan Zhen said anything lunatic and said that he could become a Buddha.

"Don't go on talking... forget! You must forget these lies... I am the only Buddha, how can everyone become a Buddha!"

"My Buddha is the only one, remember! My Buddha is the only one!"

"Amitābha—"

Facing the west, the old monk chanted Amitābha several times in a row, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds echoed in the quiet room.

Yuanzhen listened to the Sanskrit sound of the Master.

But his expression was extremely complicated, as if he was suffering from ice and fire.

"Master, but I think the one who said that all living beings can be Buddhas..."

"Maybe you can be... a disciple of the Buddha."

"If it is true that all living beings can become Buddhas, why not worry about the prosperity of Buddhism?"

The old monk suddenly turned around and stared straight at Yuan Zhen.

Those old and deep eyes trembled slightly, with ripples that shouldn't have appeared.

"No...don't say that..."

"That person may be born with Buddha nature, but he has not entered Buddhism and cannot get the scriptures, so he went astray and realized that kind of deception...that kind of Dharma that is contrary to my Buddha!"

"But you have to keep in mind that the only Buddha is the truth, and the only Buddha is the truth..."

He said he wanted Yuanzhen to remember, but Qinghui said it over and over again. It seemed that only by repeating this way could he prove that he was still the only Buddha in his heart.

After a long time.

In the quiet room, the Buddha's light gradually faded.

"Yuanzhen, do you still remember why you and I, master and apprentice, came to this academy?"

"Keep it in mind."

Hearing Yuan Zhen's answer, old monk Qinghui nodded slightly, and took out something.

The texture is wood, and the shape presents a "mountain" character. It is carved with elegant and simple landscape patterns, but I don't know whether it is the erosion of the years or other changes. These landscape patterns have been worn out and seem to be on the verge of fragmentation.

This is the pen rest.

One of the elegant utensils in the study room, the function is just like its name, but I don't know if it can bear the weight of the pen after being so old.

"Propagating Dharma is not a one-day effort. You don't need to force it. Before you enter the body forest, you should work hard here to strengthen the Buddha's heart."

Yuanzhen nodded, and asked again: "Master, what about you?"

Qinghui, who was walking outside, was stunned for a moment, then turned back, sat in front of Yuanzhen, and chanted Amitabha with her palms together.

"I'm also here to help you strengthen your Buddha's heart..."

...

When the old monk and the little monk were consolidating the Buddha's heart, although the second pass of the autumn test had not yet ended, the poems written by the candidates had already been circulated outside. After all, it is easier to read more catchy poems than the theory that needs to be read deeply. spread the word.

"A leaf of autumn covers the mountains, that's a good sentence."

"I still think this one is better. Tianshui Xie's Mr. Xie's ode to osmanthus, leisurely go to the sweet-scented osmanthus and the moon to startle the mountain birds. These two lines come and go, and the flowers and birds correspond..."

"The autumn wind sends flowers back to the dust and mud, and the spring will come to bloom... Who wrote this? It really doesn't make sense, this can even enter the autumn test?"

"There are good poems, but they are only good. Judging from the current poems, I am afraid that the academy will not rank first in poetry this year..."

Many scholars are discussing the poems in the autumn test, and one of the hot topics is whether anyone can successfully win the first place in the poetry test.

It has been four years since the poems in the autumn test have been ranked first.

The reason for this is actually not because there have been no excellent poems in the academy's autumn examination in the past four years.

On the contrary, there are so few autumn test poems that come out every year and are widely circulated.

It's just that none of them are so good that they outshine others.

No poem can overwhelm others like Yuanzhen's policy theory before.

That being the case, anyway, the autumn examination of the academy is not based on the order of ranking, so why force the first place?

Empty is empty.

It happened that Wen Wu was the first.

Youlu Academy is free and easy and doesn't care, but it doesn't hinder others' interest in poetry.

"...Brother Zhuge, which one do you think is better?"

"Xie Qiongwen's song is not bad. I heard about the reputation of Mr. Xie in the capital. I thought he was a complete dandy, but I didn't expect him to have some poetic talent. But think about it. If he is useless, he will not be eligible to participate in the academy's autumn examination."

With the Zhugetai folding fan still tapped on the palm of his hand, he chatted eloquently with He Xiao, a student of the academy, about the poems in the autumn examination.

"As for the others, they are either lacking in literary talents, or they are sad every autumn. It is really nothing new to be like this every year."

He Xiao nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Autumn is bleak, and it's not surprising how sad it is, but it's true that there is nothing new. My father once said that every year in autumn, there are mostly sad autumn poems, and late autumn doesn't even come. Well, Qiu Bei has already been expressed."

"It's not that these poems are bad, it's just that even the best poems have the same Artistic Conception, and if you read too much, you will get tired of it..."

He Xiao could only discuss with Zhugetai, because he knew who the others were.

Chen Xianhu is a general, and it is definitely wrong to say that he has never read a book, but it is even more nonsense to say that he has any poetic talent.

Ye Yikui's chivalrous demeanor is enough, but perhaps because of his mediocre birth, he didn't read many books when he was a child, and his interest in books after that was far lower than that of swords.

As for Xiong Yu... This guy should understand, but when you talk about poetry with him, he will only say yes, yes, yes, yes, and then ask which restaurant to eat in the future.

Even Zhugetai, although he does not consider himself a scholar, has actually read many books and knows a lot, including poetry.

But this time there is one more person, so you can ask.

After He Xiao and Zhugetai commented on the poems of the autumn test, they turned to look at Xu Nian and asked with a smile, "What do the real people think of these poems?"

Xu Nian shook his head: "I don't know poetry."

If this is reading comprehension, he can make the poets fall into confusion, wondering if he really thought so much when he wrote this sentence.

But to seriously comment on poetry, forget it.

He may not be able to tell whether the level is neat or not, or whether the front and back are confronted, let alone whether the Artistic Conception is good or bad.

"... Poems are natural, and they are just expressing the state of mind at that time. In fact, what do you understand or don't understand?"

not far away.

A thin, middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed boldly and came forward.