Three days later, the autumn rain began to stop.
Hui Hai and Su Shi were sitting opposite each other in a side room. On the table were six or seven plates of meat and vegetable dishes, two bottles of wine, a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of cups.
Su Shi looked at the table full of meat dishes and said with a strange expression: "Master, you are a monk, you are really different."
Hui Hai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender white and fragrant chicken from the plate that held the white chopped chicken, and said with a smile: "The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart."
In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xianzhong attacked Yucheng and stationed himself in a temple outside the city, forcing the monks inside to eat meat. At that time, a monk named Poshan said, as long as you don't massacre the city after attacking the city, I will eat meat. As a result, Zhang Xianzhong agreed to him. So Monk Poshan said this while eating. He broke the precept for the sake of the lives of thousands of people, not because he really wanted to eat meat.
When I came to Huihai, I misinterpreted it into a greedy lie.
Su Shi, who had never heard this poem before, had a gleam in his eyes.
"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha. Good poems, good poems."
Unexpectedly, a casual sentence would make Su Shi, a great writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, admire him, and Hui Hai couldn't help but want to show off.
"Articles are made by nature, and can be found by chance"
When Su Shi heard this, he looked at Hui Hai differently. In the original world, his friend Foyin was a unique monk with extraordinary literary talent. Unexpectedly, the master Hui Hai in front of him was the best among monks.
"Poetry is a small matter of time, but a man of fine wine and meat is a man. If we don't talk about poetry, let's drink wine."
Huihai was worried about being slapped in the face if she talked too much, so she brought the topic back.
Su Shi hummed, picked up the wine glass, and raised it.
Hui Hai made the same move.
The two of them drank a glass of wine, and the topic started. Huihai relied on being a modern person and made Su Shi stunned for a while.
"Master, you are proficient in poetry. I wrote a poem a few days ago. Please appreciate it. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why not scream and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than a horse. Who is afraid? I can live my whole life under the mist and rain. It’s so exciting..."
Su Shi shook his head and recited a poem.
Hui Hai was dumbfounded on the spot. He didn't know how people in the Song Dynasty evaluated a poem. If he had known better, he wouldn't have been pretentious. What should he do now?
Seeing Hui Hai's hesitation, Su Shi asked doubtfully: "Master, why didn't you answer? But there is something wrong with Su's words?"
Hui Hai turned around and glanced out the window. Under a big tree a hundred meters away, Taoist Master Chu Feng was teaching Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong.
Fortunately they didn't notice this!
As soon as this thought came to mind, the mocking voices of Black Cat and Zhang Wei rang in Huihai's mind.
"You are being asked to show off, now you are stupid."
"Huihai, you little brat. I remember that you didn't even graduate from junior high school, yet you actually showed off in front of a great writer. You were pushed to the ground and rubbed."
Hui Hai pretended not to hear and looked at Su Shi with a pair of regretful eyes.
"Master, what do you mean?"
Su Shi suddenly wondered, is there really something wrong with his poem?
Hui Hai pretended to stroke his beard, which he didn't have at all. Seeing Su Shi's expression of surprise, he touched his chin instead.
"This poem of yours is too straightforward and has no artistic conception. What do you think of this poem by Poor Monk? The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the orioles sing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one in the wild. The boat moves horizontally."
Su Shi was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Hui Hai with a strange expression.
"This is the famous work of the former Tang poet Wei Yingwu. When did he become a master?"
What, this poem is from the Tang Dynasty?
Huihai was dumbfounded.
I saw this poem yesterday and thought I could show off in front of Su Shi. He memorized it directly, forgetting to see which dynasty poet wrote it.
"Hui Hai, are you here to make fun of me?"
"Hui Hai, it doesn't matter. If we continue to break up, we will definitely be able to scare Su Shi."
"Master Huihai, can you please speak properly? If you continue to behave like this, I will no longer be able to listen to the Taoist priest's lectures with peace of mind."
The voices of Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong sounded in Huihai's mind one after another.
Damn, this is so embarrassing. Hui Hai secretly glanced at Chu Feng, who was silent, straightened his face, and said to Su Shi: "The poor monk just raised a chestnut. When did he say it was his own? Listen carefully. The following is the poor monk." Tao's own spring rain poems, two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks in the warm water of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and the reed buds are short, it is the time when the pufferfish is about to come."
Su Shi looked at Hui Hai in shock. After a while, he said: "This is Su's poem."
What, this is Su Shi’s poem!
Embarrassing, capital embarrassment!
Hui Hai's face suddenly turned red.
Su Shi looked at Hui Hai suspiciously. Why did this monk look a little strange?
"Huihai, you are so naughty, does your mother know?"
"Classmate Duxiu, sit down and let Huihai continue to embarrass you. Oh, no, continue to show off. Haha, you illiterate monk can't afford to be hurt."
Zhang Wei and Black Cat teased.
"Master Hui Hai, don't talk nonsense. I'll tell you something. A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff of quinoa helps me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. This is a poem by monk Zhinan in the Southern Song Dynasty, Su Shi must not know it."
Xu Jiarong's delicate voice came.
"Thank you, sister." He thanked Xu Jiarong in his mind. Hui Hai laughed and said, "Just now, the poor monk was joking with the donor. Now it's official. Listen up. A short canopy is tied in the shade of the ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa are used to support it." I'm crossing the east side of the bridge. Zhanyi..."
After reading a poem, the suspicion on Su Shi's face disappeared without a trace.
"The donor thinks that the poem "The Poor Monk" is better than your poem "Mo Hear the Sound of Leaves Beating in the Forest"?
Su Shi thought it was good, but it was not much better. Out of modesty and courtesy, he said with a smile: "It is indeed a good poem."
After receiving the recognition, Hui Hai breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, this guy is so tired of pretending.
No, I have to change the direction. A story about Su Shi flashed in my mind. Hui Hai smiled and said, "Donor, what do you think the poor monk looks like?"
Su Shi was about to speak when he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Foyin some time ago and changed his words: "Master, you have a big face and big ears, a plump body, and a smile when you speak. You look exactly like the Maitreya Buddha."
Hui Haixin said that Su Shi must have learned the lesson of the Buddha's seal and did the opposite. Today I won't let you do what you want.
"Although the poor monk is a monk, he has already entered the Taoist family. Taoism talks about nature and truth, so the poor monk said straight away that the donor is like a pile of cow dung."
Su Shi looked at Hui Hai in surprise.
"Have you entered the Taoist sect?"
Hui Hai nodded. After what happened last time, he ignored the Buddhist revitalization system and became a disciple of Chu Feng.
"you"
Su Shi looked at Hui Hai with a constipated look. In the original world, he said that the Buddha's seal was like cow dung. Buddhism teaches that the mind can see one's nature. He himself became cow dung. Now this fat monk has entered Taoism and talks about truth and nature. He became cow dung again.
"Hui Hai, okay, we finally got the game back."
"Hui Hai, I checked online. Su Shi is a master of pretense. I believe that if you are pressed to the ground and rubbed again, enough is enough."
The voices of Zhang Wei and Black Cat came into my mind again.
"Donor, let's keep drinking, drinking"
Huihai picked up the wine glass again.
Su Shi was a man who could joke. Hearing this, he raised his glass.
