"Poetry and poetry, drinking wine and eating meat are the real men"
The sea of wisdom that has left Buddhism is becoming more and more free-spirited.
"Reciting poetry is something that a ten-year-old here can do, so it's nothing special."
Zhang Weitian said shamelessly.
"The poem I just wrote was composed when I was five years old."
The black cat was completely shameless.
With a stabbing sound, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and Li Bai, dressed in a brocade robe and a skullcap unique to the Tang Dynasty, sat up.
Perhaps he was stimulated, and his eyes first turned to the place where the sound came from. The first one was a very white and fat monk. He knew many talented monks who did not abide by the rules and precepts. The second one was a young man with short hair in strange clothes. , he should have been a monk; the third one, uh, is obviously a human voice, but why is it a cat standing there.
"What are you looking at? Come out quickly. We are all waiting. Don't get ink!"
Black Cat looked impatient.
An ordinary black cat could actually speak. Li Bai shuddered, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.
Fainted?
Black Cat looked confused.
Chu Feng reached out and sucked Li Bai out and placed him next to the coffin.
The black cat sent a burst of spiritual energy.
Li Bai woke up in an instant and saw a few people and cats surrounding him, with a look of fear on his face.
"Who are you?"
Chu Feng did not explain, but directly sent a memory about the current situation.
Li Bai digested it for half an hour before he raised his head with a complex expression and said: "Li is not an emperor or general, and he does not have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth. What is the purpose of resurrecting Li when this myth comes to the host of the real system?" "
Everyone present wanted to know this question, and all their eyes turned to the virtuous, powerful and omniscient Chu Feng.
"Even poor people don't know"
Chu Feng shook his head.
Everyone looked disappointed.
It has been the rainy season recently, and there has been a lot of rain. On the way back, it rained again. Since it rained very little, a group of six people and one cat chose to brave the rain.
As a walking poetry machine, Li Bai couldn't help but compose a poem about autumn.
"Jiangcheng is like a painting, with the mountains looking at dawn...the crowds are cold and the oranges and pomeloes are in the cold, and the autumn colors of the old sycamore trees..."
Black Cat, Hui Hai, and Zhang Wei all rolled their eyes, knowing that you are a poet, could you please stop for a while? Then the three of them took out their mobile phones in unison, looking for autumn poems that could suppress Li Bai.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. Fall in love with upstairs... I want to stop talking. But it's a cool autumn."
In this drizzly world, Hui Hai's confident poetry recited firstly.
In an ancient tomb in the south, the coffin board of the poet Xin Qiji seemed to tremble.
"The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beasts. The festival is the Double Ninth Festival... There is no way to eliminate the soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
Zhang Wei shamelessly copied the poems of the graceful poet Li Qingzhao. For a grown man to write such a sentimental thing, Xu Jiarong, who was walking side by side with Chu Feng, felt a chill.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water...the sun sets in the west, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Alas, the poems, lyrics, and music are too simple and boring."
After Black Cat copied Ma Zhiyuan's song, he still didn't forget to show off.
Li Bai compared it in his mind and found that his poems were far inferior to the lyrics and music written by these two people and one cat, whether in terms of artistic conception or word choice.
His face changed, and he sighed: "When I meet you, Li will know that there are people outside the world."
The two of them were a cat, and when they saw that Li Bai had been subdued by the pretense, they felt so proud that they couldn't help but write poems again.
Chu Feng coughed lightly, and the two of them fell into silence.
Seeing this, Li Bai asked curiously: "Taoist Master is the teacher of these masters. He is also an extraordinary literary talent. Can you give me some advice?"
Not only the two of them and the cat, Su Shi and Xu Jiarong also looked at Chu Feng curiously. They had never seen the Taoist reciting a poem until now. They were curious about what poems the Taoist would recite.
"I don't know how to write poetry"
Chu Feng shook his head.
He couldn't do it for two people and one cat copying poems, and they were so complacent. If one day they were exposed, it would definitely be embarrassing.
As if they had thought of this, the two of them had a strange look in their eyes.
“That’s a shame”
Li Bai was quite disappointed when he heard Chu Feng say that he could not write poetry.
I have to say that walking was really too slow. After about half an hour, there was still a long way to go before the Taoist Temple. Chu Feng simply released a golden light and carried everyone forward, arriving at a place three or four hundred meters away from the Taoist Temple in an instant.
Unlike the light rain near Li Bai's tomb, the rain near the Taoist temple was slightly heavier.
Less than five seconds after Chu Feng released the golden light, everyone was drowned.
"A guest came to the Taoist temple, and Pindao went first."
Chu Feng disappeared in a flash.
Huihai, Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong hadn't been in the rain for a long time, so they found it interesting and started running in the rain.
When Li Bai saw this, he also picked up his robe and ran after him. Taking advantage of her long legs, she can run faster than Xu Jiarong.
Su Shi shook his head and walked slowly in the rain.
In the courtyard of the Taoist temple (the unsealed part), a young man in his mid-twenties wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and large leather shoes was walking around, looking very uneasy.
"Sir, what do you want from Pindao?"
Chu Feng appeared on one side like a ghost.
The young man trembled in fright, turned around and said angrily: "Taoist Master, why are you walking without making any sound? You're going to scare people to death."
As Chu Feng walked towards the stone bench under the big tree, he said, "How can such a gangster be so cowardly?"
The young man's expression changed and he soon relaxed again.
"Taoist Master, the first time we met, you saw my identity. I"
"Just tell me your reason for coming," Chu Feng interrupted.
The young man pondered for a while and told the reason why he appeared here.
The young man's name is Cheng Youliang, and he is the general manager of the local Tianlishi Construction Company (this company is called a construction company, but it actually does the dirty work of forced demolition).
Five years ago, Tianlishi Construction Company caused one death and two serious injuries during the demolition process. The then general manager, Cheng Youliang's boss, Ma Zhongcheng, was sentenced to five years.
As the number two figure, Cheng Youliang took over the company. Five years passed by. Cheng Youliang, who had grown the company and completed the cleanup, was embarrassed to find that as soon as his eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng came out, everything in his hands would be handed over.
After working hard for five years, Cheng Youliang was of course unwilling to hand it over to others, but he had no choice. The prestige of his eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng was too high.
By chance, he heard that there was a very powerful Taoist priest in the Jiangbei mountainous area, so he came here because of his fame.
"So, you want Pindao to help you prevent your boss from being released from prison?"
Chu Feng didn't know what to say. This gangster boy, an old man who had eaten arsenic and was tired of living, actually came to find him.
"I have been well-known for the Taoist Priest's reputation for a long time. Small gifts are not a sign of respect."
Cheng Youliang handed over a bank card.
Chu Feng originally wanted to slap the person away, but then he thought that this could be used as a spice to the boring life. He pretended to hesitate for a while and reached out to take the bank card.
"Actually, the solution is very simple."