A loud noise was heard, and the three of them mounted their horses and galloped south as hard as they could to escape.
The loud rumbling sound got closer and closer, and a huge amount of snow poured down from the top of the mountain like a torrent.
The grizzly bear had made so much noise when moving rocks and blocking the entrance to the cave that it caused an avalanche.
The snow fell rapidly, and under the dim sky, the three of them were as small as ants.
"Drive! Drive!"
The three of them looked behind them, and whipped the seated war horse hard with the whip in their hands, until the skin and flesh were torn. The horse also knew the danger and was running desperately.
But it's too late.
The air wave arrived before the snow, and the men and horses were blown away by the air wave and hit the ground heavily.
The man's mask shattered, revealing a haggard face with only normal eyes.
The grizzly bear managed to get up, and the archer was blinded in one eye by the broken bowstring.
As soon as the three of them got up, a huge amount of snow came over and sealed the three of them underneath.
....
Long Chen came out of the house and walked slowly to the Zhenfo Temple.
Walking along the forest path, cicadas are chirping in the trees, and birds are jumping among the trees. It feels like summer.
There were pilgrims going up and down the mountain. Some of them who knew Long Chen would stop and salute. Long Chen smiled in return and continued walking up.
When I walked to the gate of the mountain, I saw a few literati enjoying the cool air and writing poems. Among them were He Wenbai and Hu Zhiheng.
Long Chen secretly laughed in his heart: These two guys actually came to the True Buddha Temple.
According to their temperament, they should write obscene poems in the brothel.
From a distance, you can hear these people pointing at the singing cicadas on the trees, seeming to take cicadas as their theme.
When I walked to the gate of the mountain, I met Monk Hongrui of the prison.
"Dazhu Kingdom is coming."
Hongrui greeted happily.
"Why is the prison prison here?"
Long Chen saw that Hong Rui seemed to be very interested in the poetry meeting in the pavilion.
"The poor monk is actually quite interested in poetry. He saw several donors reciting poems, so he came over to see the excitement."
Hongrui said a little embarrassed.
He likes elegant poetry and wants to join in the fun, but his skills are very poor and he might be embarrassed if he goes there, so he only dares to watch from a distance.
Long Chen saw Hong Rui's embarrassment and whispered: "I have a poem to send to the prison."
Hongrui was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Dazhuguo."
Long Chen's poems are famous all over the world. If Long Chen gives him a poem, Hong Rui can show off.
"Master, please listen..."
Long Chen whispered once in a low voice. Hong Rui squeezed his face together, but failed to remember it. He said with shame, "I'm sorry, my memory is not very good. Can you say it again."
Long Chen was a little speechless, he couldn't even remember this, it was really...
"Prison Court, I remember it, I'll tell it for you."
The young novice monk Xuan Hui emerged from the door.
Long Chen smiled and said: "That's okay, let Xuan Hui go with the prison hospital. Let's just say that he accidentally wrote a poem and let Xuan Hui recite it on his behalf. It will make the prison hospital's poetry more outstanding."
Hong Rui was right when he thought about it. He himself was not good at reciting, so having a young novice recite on his behalf made him look even better.
"What Dazhuguo said is wonderful."
Hong Rui couldn't help but admire him, and thought to himself: This Long Chengen is well versed in the art of showing off.
Long Chen smiled and walked into the True Buddha Temple.
Hong Rui coughed twice and said in a low voice: "Xuan Hui, if this matter is settled well, you will be exempted from homework for a month."
The monks in the temple have to chant sutras, sit and meditate. This is their homework.
Xuanhui was still young and playful, and his favorite thing was meditating and chanting sutras. Hongrui said this, which suited Xuanhui exactly.
"It's only been a month..."
Xuan Hui deliberately looked embarrassed, this kid was bargaining.
Hong Rui immediately said: "Two months!"
Xuan Hui still scratched her head, and Hong Rui gritted his teeth and said, "You will be spared a year of homework, no more!"
Xuan Hui chuckled and said, "Thank you so much to the prison."
Hongrui straightened his monk's clothes and took Xuanhui into the pavilion, where He Wenbai and others were composing poems.
Seeing Hong Rui coming, everyone saluted.
"How did Master Hongrui come here in his spare time?"
He Wenbai asked with a smile.
Hu Zhiheng smiled and said, "Could it be that Master Hongrui also knows how to compose poetry?"
Before Hong Rui could say anything, Xuan Hui said first: "My supervisor is proficient in poetry, but I am busy with chanting sutras and doing monastic duties in the temple, so I have no time."
Seeing what Xuan Hui said, all the scribes were a little surprised, and Hong Rui looked enigmatic, making everyone not sure whether it was true or false.
"The prison is really proficient in poetry, why don't you compose a poem with us?"
A scholar in green clothes said next to him.
Hongrui pretended to decline and said with a smile: "Monks only chant sutras. They don't have time to write poems. That's all in the past."
Another scholar ridiculed: "Is it possible that this little novice monk is just talking nonsense and that the jailer only knows how to recite sutras?"
Everyone laughed together.
Seeing that the time had come to show off, Hongrui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I wonder what the title is for you all?"
He Wenbai said: "It doesn't matter the topic, as long as it's summer, for example, cicadas are chirping and birds are chirping."
Hong Rui was secretly happy because the poem Long Chen gave him just now contained the cries of cicadas and birds.
Hu Zhiheng asked: "I wonder if the master can compose poetry?"
Xuan Hui immediately grabbed the words and said, "What's so difficult about this? The prison hospital accidentally composed a song a few days ago. I'll read it to you."
All the scribes had a mocking look on their faces and said with a smile: "Please come and chant, little master!"
Xuanhui immediately recited Wang Ji's "Enter the Ruoye River". When he heard "The cicadas are noisy in the forest and the birds are singing in the mountains, the mountains are even more secluded." Everyone exclaimed: "Wonderful! It is truly a masterpiece of the ages!"
"I didn't expect such a talented person from the prison, I'm disrespectful!"
"This poem about the prison should be the first of today's poems!"
"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the true Buddhist temple. Only the writings of the master of the prison are enough to enter the temple."
Everyone admired and boasted about it, Hong Rui was a little elated and enjoyed the feeling of being admired very much.
"Little Dao'er, Buddhism is the great way."
Hong Rui chuckled, and Xuan Hui secretly stuck out his tongue, shouting that the prison was shameless.
"The master is so talented. Next time we will hold a special poetry meeting and ask the master to be the judge."
He Wenbai felt that Hong Rui's poetry could almost catch up with Long Chen's.
Hongrui was startled and hurriedly declined: "There are too many things in the temple, so I'm afraid there will be inconvenience."
Hu Zhiheng said: "Without wasting much time, let's hold a poetry meeting by the edge of the spring lake in three days, with the master as the judge."
Other scribes agreed: "It's settled! The master must come!"
Hong Rui secretly complained in his heart that it was a joke to go to the poetry meeting.
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're here just in time, let's talk about the scriptures."
Mojie was very happy to see Long Chen coming.
All the scriptures he usually talked about were finished, and Mojie wanted to hear some new scriptures from Long Chen.
"Next time, wait until I finish writing it and ask my family to deliver it to you."
Many scriptures must be memorized and written silently. Mojie demanded that they be spoken immediately, and Long Chen's memory was not good enough.
"Okay, let's do it next time."
Mojie made a pot of tea and asked with a smile: "How come you have time to come here? There are so many confidantes in the capital, and they are willing to let you out?"
Long Chen smiled and said: "You can't let me die on the bed."
Mojie smiled and said nothing. Monks don't talk about this.
"Are you just here for tea today?"
Mojie poured a cup of tea for Long Chen.
"No, I have something I want to discuss with you."
Long Chen took a sip and felt that it tasted very good.
The water on the mountain of Zhenfo Temple is good, and so is the tea brewed there.
"What's the matter?"
Mojie put down the teapot and asked.
