From eunuch to emperor

Chapter 509: True Buddha Temple

There was a loud noise, and the three of them got on their horses and galloped southward desperately to escape.

The loud rumbling noise was getting closer and closer, and a huge amount of snow fell from the top of the mountain like a torrent.

Grizzly had just moved the rocks and blocked the hole so loudly that it caused an avalanche.

The snow piled up rapidly, and under the dim sky, the three of them were as insignificant as ants.

"Drive! Drive!"

The three of them looked back and beat the sitting horse hard with the whip in their hands, the skin was torn apart, the horse knew the danger, and was also galloping desperately.

However, it was too late.

The air wave arrived before the snow, and the people and horses were blown away by the air wave and hit the ground heavily.

The man's mask was shattered, revealing a haggard face, only the eyes were normal.

The grizzly bear managed to get up, and the archer was blinded in one eye by the snapped bowstring.

The three of them had just got up when a huge amount of snow rushed over and sealed the three of them underneath.

...

Long Chen came out of the house and walked slowly to the Zhenfo Temple.

Walking on the forest path, the trees are chirping and the cicadas are making noise, and the birds are jumping and jumping among the trees, which feels like summer.

There were pilgrims going up and down the mountain, and some who knew Long Chen would stop and salute, Long Chen smiled back and continued to walk up.

Walking to the gate of the mountain, I saw several literati writing poems in the shade, including He Wenbai and Hu Zhiheng.

Long Chen secretly laughed in his heart: These two bastards actually came to the True Buddha Temple.

According to their temperament, they should fight against obscene poems in the brothel Chuguan.

From a distance, these people could be heard pointing to the cicadas on the tree, as if they were talking about cicadas.

Walking to the gate of the mountain, I met Monk Hongrui of the Supervisory Academy.

"The Great Pillar Kingdom is here."

Hongrui greeted him happily.

"Why is the prison here?"

Long Chen saw that Hongrui seemed to be very interested in the poems in the pavilion.

"The poor monk is actually very interested in poetry. When he saw a few benefactors reciting poems, he came over to watch the excitement."

Hongrui was a little embarrassed to say that.

He likes elegant poetry and fu, and wants to join in the fun, but his level is very poor, and he might lose face in the past, so he only dares to watch from a distance.

Long Chen saw Hongrui's embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "I have a poem for the supervisor."

Hongrui was overjoyed: "Thank you Dazhuguo."

Long Chen's poems are famous all over the world, if Long Chen gives a poem, Hongrui can go there and pretend to be aggressive.

"Master please listen..."

Long Chen whispered once, Hongrui squeezed his face together, but couldn't remember, and said shamelessly: "I'm sorry, the poor monk doesn't have a good memory, can you say it again."

Long Chen was a little speechless, he couldn't even remember this, really...

"Supervisor, I remember, let me tell you."

Little novice Xuanhui came out from the door.

Long Chen said with a smile: "It's fine, let Xuan Hui go with the supervisor, let's say that I accidentally made a poem and let Xuan Hui recite it for me, it will make the supervisor's poetry even more outstanding."

Hongrui was right when he thought about it, reciting by himself was inferior, and letting a young novice recite instead of him seemed even more impressive.

"Da Zhu Guo said it well."

Hongrui couldn't help admiring, and thought to himself: This Long Chengen is proficient in pretending to be coercive.

Long Chen smiled, and walked into the True Buddha Temple.

Hongrui coughed twice, and said in a low voice, "Xuanhui, if this matter is done, I will spare you a month of homework."

The monks in the temple have to recite scriptures, sit in meditation and practice Zen. This is homework.

Xuanhui is still young and has a lot of playfulness. The last thing she likes is to meditate and recite scriptures. Hongrui said so, which hit Xuanhui's heart.

"It's only been a month..."

Xuan Hui deliberately showed embarrassment, this kid was bargaining.

Hongrui immediately said, "Two months!"

Xuanhui was still scratching her head, Hongrui gritted her teeth and said, "You will be spared one year's homework, no more!"

Xuan Hui laughed and said, "Thank you, Supervisor."

Hongrui tidied up his monk clothes, and led Xuanhui into the pavilion, where He Wenbai and the others were composing poems.

Seeing Hongrui coming, everyone saluted.

"How did Master Hongrui come here when he is free?"

He Wenbai asked with a smile.

Hu Zhiheng said with a smile: "Could it be that Master Hongrui also knows how to compose poetry?"

Without waiting for Hongrui to speak, Xuanhui said first: "My supervisor is proficient in poetry and prose, but I am busy with chanting sutras and monk affairs in the temple on weekdays, so I don't have time to spare."

Seeing what Xuanhui said, all the scribes were a little surprised, and Hongrui acted like an inscrutable person, making everyone wonder whether it was true or not.

"The supervisor is really proficient in poetry, how about composing a poem with us?"

A literati in green next to him said.

Hongrui pretended to decline, and said with a smile: "Monks only recite scriptures, so how can they have time to write poems? It's a thing of the past."

Another literati joked: "Could it be that this little novice is talking nonsense, and the supervisor can only chant scriptures?"

Everyone laughed together.

Hongrui saw that the time had come to pretend to be coercive, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I wonder what the subject is for you?"

He Wenbai said: "It doesn't matter what the topic is, as long as it's summer, such as cicadas singing and birds singing, it's fine."

Hongrui was secretly happy, the poem Long Chen gave just now had cicadas singing and birds singing.

Hu Zhiheng asked: "I don't know if the master can compose poetry?"

Xuan Hui immediately took the lead and said, "What's the difficulty? The prison courtyard accidentally wrote a poem a few days ago, and I'll read it to you."

All the scribes showed mocking expressions, and said with a smile: "Please come and chant, little master!"

Xuanhui immediately recited Wang Ji's "Entering the Ruoye Stream". When they heard "the cicadas are making noise, the forest is more quiet, and the birds are singing, the mountains are more secluded", everyone exclaimed: "Wonderful! It is really a good sentence through the ages!"

"I didn't expect the prison to be so talented, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"This poem by the Supervisory Academy should be the top of the list for today!"

"Dragon and crouching tigers are hidden in the True Buddha Temple, the literary talents of the master of the Supervisory Academy are enough to enter the hall."

Everyone admired and boasted, and Hongrui was a little smug, enjoying this feeling of being admired very much.

"Xiao Dao'er, Buddhism is the great way."

Hongrui chuckled, seeing Xuanhui sticking out her tongue secretly, shouting that the prison is shameless.

"The master is so talented, next time we will hold a poetry meeting and ask the master to be the judge."

He Wenbai felt that Hongrui's poetry could almost catch up with Long Chen.

Hongrui was taken aback, and hastily declined, "There are too many affairs in the temple, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient."

Hu Zhiheng said: "Don't waste too much time, let's hold a poetry meeting by the edge of the spring lake in three days, and the master will be the judge."

The other scribes agreed: "That's it! The master must come!"

Hongrui groaned secretly in his heart, wouldn't it be a joke that this poem meeting is going.

Not to mention Hongrui's dilemma, Long Chen entered the mountain gate and arrived at the abbot's room, Mojie had just finished writing a volume of scriptures.

"You came just in time, let's talk about scriptures."

Seeing Long Chen coming, Mojie was very happy.

The usual sutras were finished, and Mojie wanted to listen to some new sutras from Long Chen.

"Next time, next time when I finish writing, let the family send it to you."

Many scriptures had to be memorized and written silently. Long Chen's memory was not good enough for Mojie's request to say it immediately.

"Alright, let's do it next time."

Mojie brewed a pot of tea, and asked with a smile, "Why do you come here when you have time? There are so many confidante in the capital, they are willing to let you out?"

Long Chen said with a smile: "You can't let me die on the bed."

Mojie laughed and said nothing, monks don't talk about this.

"Are you here for tea today?"

Mo Jie poured Long Chen a cup of tea.

"No, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Long Chen took a sip and felt that the taste was very good.

The water on the mountain of Zhenfo Temple is good, and the tea brewed is also good.

"What's the matter?"

Mojie put down the teapot and asked.