At the foot of Reclining Buddha Mountain.
There are so many tourists and vendors shouting, it’s so lively.
On the steps up the mountain, it was even more bustling and crowded.
Some are alone, some are bringing their families with them; some are in pairs; some are gathering friends, and some are in groups.
Many vendors were selling colorful windmills, candy figures, paper kites, etc., which attracted many children and girls to stop and pester adults to buy.
The carriage stopped at the intersection outside.
Nangong Meijiao led everyone in the Qin family to the steps up the mountain in a familiar way.
The lively atmosphere relieved the depression and anxiety of everyone in the Qin family a little.
When the tourists saw this group of people dressed in luxurious clothes and accompanied by guards, they all took the initiative to get out of the way. The vendors who stopped the tourists on the roadside and shouted at the goods in their hands also took the initiative to move away.
Nangong Meijiao had a cold face and walked in front with an imposing manner.
Yugito only glanced at it, then timidly looked away.
Everyone has their own aura.
Some people are weak and some are strong.
People living at the bottom have the weakest auras, and are the most inferior and timid at heart; while those who hold high positions, are born into aristocrats, and those with strong abilities naturally carry a powerful aura with them, making them People look intimidated and feel guilty and timid without realizing it.
After they passed by, the tourists behind them dared to whisper.
"I don't know which wealthy family in Kyoto is traveling. Look, even the maids are dressed in bright clothes. They are all as beautiful as flowers..."
"I'm afraid it's not just a rich family, it looks like a nobleman from the inner city..."
Listening to the discussion behind her, Song Ruyue was unhappy but worried. She couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master, when can we move into the inner city?"
Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and didn't want to answer at first, but after thinking about it, he said: "You have to ask Chuan'er and Qingzhou, or Lang'er. I have no hope, I can only count on them. "
Song Ruyue pouted and said nothing.
I originally wanted to complain that he shouldn't resign, but after thinking about it, if he didn't resign, the whole family wouldn't be able to come to Kyoto.
A meritorious family with a title cannot move the family at will.
"Tanghulu, candied haws! Sweet and crispy candied haws..."
On the side of the road, a dark-skinned girl with long braids and a floral skirt was holding a stick in her arms filled with bright red and attractive candied haws, and she was shouting loudly.
There was a gray-haired old man sitting behind him, who occasionally shouted along.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and took a look and asked, "Who eats candied haws?"
Bai Ling was the first to raise his hand and said: "I eat, I eat! Uncle, I eat!"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Then go and buy it, and buy a bunch for everyone by the way."
Bai Ling: "..."
"Humph! My uncle is so stingy!"
She pouted, with a look of resentment on her face.
Luo Qingzhou walked over, took out his silver, bought eight strings, then took them back and distributed them to Xiaodie, Qiu'er, Zhu'er, Mei'er and the second lady, and then handed them to Xia Chan.
There are still two bunches left in my hand.
He handed one of the bunches to Bai Ling and asked, "Are you still stingy?"
Bai Ling immediately snatched it away and said with a cheerful smile: "You are not stingy anymore. I know my mistakes and can correct them. I will forgive you."
As he said that, he took a "click" and bit off one. He narrowed his eyes sweetly, revealing sweet dimples on his face, looking cute and silly.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at Miss Qin next to her, hesitated, handed the last bunch over, and said, "Miss, do you want to eat?"
Qin Jianjia shook her head slightly, her expression cold.
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a "cough" sound suddenly came from in front of him.
Song Ruyue: "Cough cough cough."
Luo Qingzhou glanced in front of him and then realized what he was doing. He quickly took the last bunch and handed it to Princess Nangong, saying: "Princess, this is for you."
Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "I won't eat."
Luo Qingzhou took it back and was about to put it in his mouth when a "cough" sound suddenly came from next to him.
Song Ruyue stared at him with a cold face and said, "Ahem!"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
He froze, and then he really reacted. He quickly handed over the last bunch in his hand and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want to eat?"
"snort!"
Song Ruyue grabbed it and walked quickly in front, muttering: "Without a wink."
Qin Wenzheng couldn't help but muttered: "How old are you, and you still eat this kind of thing?"
When Song Ruyue heard this, she immediately turned her head and said, "Master, what do you mean? Do you dislike my age? I am only twenty-nine this year!"
Qin Wenzheng was stunned and asked in confusion: "Twenty-nine? How do I remember that you were twenty-nine two years ago?"
Song Ruyue stared at him with resentment on her face.
Second Miss Qin quickly suppressed her laughter and said, "Dad, you remembered wrong. Mom is only twenty-nine this year."
Qin Wenzheng glanced at her suspiciously and muttered: "It doesn't look like it."
Luo Qingzhou also said quickly: "I don't think she looks like it either. My mother-in-law doesn't look like she is twenty-nine years old."
Song Ruyue suddenly stared at him with blazing eyes.
Luo Qingzhou continued: "Just now, my mother-in-law and the second young lady were walking together. I heard a tourist next to me say, "Look, those sisters are so beautiful." My mother-in-law looks so young, like twenty, at most two. fifteen."
"Pfft..."
Miss Qin Er covered her mouth and laughed.
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked serious, glanced at him angrily and said, "Huh, I'm getting more and more skilled at flattery."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked forward, suddenly grinning and snickering.
The group continued to climb the steps.
Qin Chuan walked at the back, looking around with vigilant eyes. He looked menacing and wanted to have a fight with someone.
Many tourists couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at the fair-skinned and beautiful women, but when he glared at them, they quickly walked away in fright.
When we were halfway up the mountain, two roads suddenly appeared in front of us.
One path goes straight up, leading to the temple at the peak; the other path extends to the right, leading to the temple on the mountainside.
Nangong Meijiao explained in a low voice: "Although these two temples are both Jinchan Temple, the buildings and people inside are very different. The Jinchan Temple on the top of the mountain is where the monks really practice. It is quiet and quiet, with a strong Buddhist atmosphere. The one on the mountainside is specially used for tourists and pilgrims to offer incense and make wishes. There are many people, but there are usually no eminent monks there. "
Qin Wenzheng asked: "Master Wukong should be up there, right?"
Nangong Meijiao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know either. My father came to ask last time, but he didn't ask anything."
The two of them were talking in a low voice and walking up the stairs when two monks in gray robes suddenly walked down from the top.
One of the burly monks lowered his head and said: "Amitabha, if you want to offer incense, please go through the road on the right."
Qin Wenzheng quickly raised his hands and said: "You are so polite, little master, we are not here to offer incense. My little girl is suffering from an illness and has been treated by countless doctors but there is no cure. Therefore, I want to go up and see Master Wukong from your temple, hoping that he can cure it." Can you help me take a look?"
"Master Wukong?"
Hearing this, the two monks looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
The burly monk put his palms together and said, "Donor, there is no Master Wukong you are looking for in this temple. If you want to worship Buddha and pray for blessings, please go to the temple on the right, where you can burn incense and make wishes, and pray for your daughter to be cured of illness."
Qin Wenzheng frowned and glanced at the princess next to him.
Nangong Meijiao said: "I came with my father a few days ago, and we went to the temple above. Today we also want to go up there to see it. I hope the two young masters can be accommodating. Even if there is no Master Wukong above, we I also want to ask other elders."
Both monks bowed their heads and clasped their hands together and said, "Amitabha, the elder of our temple, never meets outsiders."
The burly monk still raised his hand to guide, and said politely but sternly: "Dear donors, let's go to the temple on the right."
Nangong Meijiao suddenly became angry: "I am the princess of Nanguo County Prince's Mansion. My father and I just came here a few days ago. Why are we not allowed to go up today?"
The burly monk still lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "Donor, you really can't do it today, so please come back."
Nangong Meijiao's eyes turned cold and she put her hands on her waist.
Qin Wenzheng said quickly: "Meijiao, forget it, let's go to the nearby temple first."
This girl seemed a little impulsive. If she couldn't help but move her hands, it might not be as simple as being unable to cure the disease.
The background of Jin Chan Temple is so big that even the Nangong County Prince's Palace doesn't look down on these two little road-keeping monks. If this girl causes trouble, I'm afraid the Nanguo County Prince will also be implicated.
When the time comes, the Qin family will be unable to escape the blame.
Qin Weimo also said softly: "Sister Meijiao, don't embarrass the two young masters, let's go down."
Another younger monk, seeing her pale face and looking frail and delicate, couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart, and said warmly: "Donors, don't be surprised, it is true that there are regulations in the temple. If we let you go up, we will Even if you are punished, you still can’t get in. There are still several senior brothers guarding the door.”
Qin Wenzheng cupped his hands and said, "I dare to ask my little master, how can I go up there?"
The young monk said: "Unless there are other senior brothers and uncles who know each other and respond personally, or are invited by the elders. There is another way. There is a Buddha chanting wall at the entrance of the temple below. If any of you can leave good pictures or paintings on the wall, If your poetry works are appreciated by Master Huiming and carried to the temple above for collection, you will also be invited to go up there."
When Qin Wenzheng heard this, his heart moved. He pondered for a moment, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, little master. Let's go down and have a look."
The two monks bowed their heads and clasped their hands: "Donor, please go slowly."
The group had no choice but to turn around, go down a distance, and walk to the road on the right.
After they walked away, the burly monk Fang sneered: "Why bother talking nonsense with them? Not everyone dares to scribble on the Buddha chanting wall. If you don't do it well and anger Master Huiming, I'm afraid it will be another scolding. It's not like you don't know Uncle Huiming's vision. How can they have that hope? It would be better not to tell them and just refuse coldly."
The young monk sighed and said, "The female donor seemed to be dying soon. She was really pitiful. I couldn't help but say a few more words."
The burly monk said: "Your destiny is determined by heaven, so why worry about it."
The young monk wondered: "The Master Wukong they are talking about does not seem to exist in our temple. I have never heard of it. I don't know where they heard it."
The burly monk said: "I have never heard of it. I probably just found a reason to go up and have a look, so I ignored it."
Qin Wenzheng led a group of people towards the road on the right.
The road ahead began to widen, and tourists on the road were bustling with people. Those who went were carrying large and small bags in their hands, while those who returned had only a blessing bag in their hands, but their faces were full of peace and hope.
Before reaching the entrance of the temple, I suddenly heard bursts of cheers from the front.
Everyone in the Qin family looked up and saw a stone Buddha statue more than ten meters high sitting on the left side of the temple door.
The Buddha statue lowered its head, and a bluestone wall about two meters high stood below it.
At this time, in front of that wall, there were people crowding around, cheering loudly and looking quite excited.
Qin Wenzheng immediately led everyone over and walked over.
As soon as I got close, I suddenly heard a burst of curses: "What a bullshit, spring flowers, autumn moon, beautiful face, get out of your mother's balls!"
In front of the wall, a young man in Confucian robes was standing there with a stiff expression on his face, holding a wolf hair in his hand.
The crowd that had been cheering just now suddenly became silent and quiet.
A tall middle-aged monk was cursing angrily as he picked up a bucket and poured water on the stone wall. Then he picked up a big brush and started brushing the ink that had just fallen on the wall.
Soon, the walls had a new look.
"roll!"
The middle-aged monk had a sinister face and glared at the young man in Confucian robes.
The wolf in the young man's hand was trembling slightly, his face was red, and he said angrily: "As a monk, how can you say obscene words? This poem..."
"What bullshit poem? I think it's bullshit!"
The middle-aged monk retorted unceremoniously.
The young scholar suddenly trembled with anger, his face full of humiliated anger, pointing at him and saying: "You...you..."
"boom!"
The middle-aged monk smashed a piece of the edge of the stone wall with one punch, and said angrily: "What should I do?"
"..."
The young scholar was immediately frightened and did not dare to say another word. He turned around tremblingly and walked away.
The crowd suddenly burst into jeers and laughter.
"I don't know how to compose poems, but I have to go up and show my shame. It hurts my master and I have to work hard to wash it off. It's embarrassing."
"Without any self-awareness, this is the place where he can write graffiti? Even great talents don't dare to write casually for fear of making people laugh. What kind of person is he?"
Everyone was sarcastically talking and seemed to have forgotten about the cheers and applause just now.
Anyway, they just came to watch the fun, and they naturally felt happy when they saw the scholars making fools of themselves.
There were several scholars from other places standing next to him. Those who were just about to step forward to show off their skills and leave ink on the wall saw this scene and they did not dare to step forward again.
The onlookers turned their heads and looked at them and other scholars in Confucian robes, as if they were trying to find the next target to watch the fun.
Seeing this, the scholars hurriedly left.
The hot-tempered middle-aged monk glanced at them sideways, walked to the Buddha statue on the side, leaned there, closed his eyes and meditated.
Seeing that no one dared to come forward, the onlookers waited for a while and then dispersed in despair.
Qin Wenzheng looked at the stone wall for a while, then looked at the monk with a sinister face, and remained silent.
Song Ruyue glanced at someone and was about to speak, but she didn't dare to say anything.
Soon, the tourists dispersed.
Everyone in the Qin family stood alone in front of the stone wall, with sad faces on their faces.
Miss Qin Er said softly: "Dad, let's go to the temple here to burn incense."
Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go."
Song Ruyue opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally did not speak.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly said: "I can give it a try."
As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped and looked at him.
Qin Wenzheng frowned and said: "Qingzhou, don't worry, let's go to the temple in front for a walk first, and you can write it after you think about it. If it really doesn't exist, it doesn't matter, we will think of other ways."
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Father-in-law, I'd better give it a try first."
The monk who was leaning on the stone statue with his eyes closed seemed to have heard what he said. He immediately opened his eyes and said sullenly: "Boy, you can try it. After you try it, wipe the wall by yourself. If you don't wipe it clean, I'm a sandbag." The big fist will leave a mark on your face."
Song Ruyue said quickly: "Qingzhou, forget it, you should think about it again. We will come back later."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the monk and said, "If the master is not satisfied, I will naturally wipe it off myself."
The middle-aged monk sneered, looked at him sideways and said, "I'm not satisfied now! All day long, a bunch of clowns with no self-awareness come to embarrass themselves. Do you think you're great just because you can write some rubbish poetry? Don't give up. Take a pee and look in the mirror to see what you look like, what you write is all nonsense, it makes me sick just looking at it..."
Luo Qingzhou ignored his yelling and turned around and said, "Qiu'er, practice ink."
When Qiu'er came out, she took pen, ink, paper and inkstone with her.
Upon hearing this, Qiu'er glanced at him and immediately took out a pen and inkstone from the package, and then took out an ink stick.
The middle-aged monk's curses became more and more unpleasant, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he was venting the anger he had been holding in for a long time.
When the tourists who had just dispersed heard the curses, they immediately gathered around again like flies that had smelled the smell of blood.
Luo Qingzhou looked calm, picked up the pen, and walked to the wall.
Qiu'er also carried the inkstone, walked over, and stood beside him, slowly studying the ink in her hands. Seeing more and more people watching, she suddenly felt uneasy.
Qin Wenzheng and others also had uneasy looks on their faces.
Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink, pondered for a moment, dropped the pen and ink on the stone wall, and began to write.
Qin Weimo stood there delicately and delicately, staring closely at the delicate and powerful fonts.
Among the crowd of onlookers, there were several scholars who couldn't help but read out when they saw this.
"It looks like a ridge when viewed from the side and a peak when viewed from the side..."
"Different are the distances, distances, and heights..."
"I don't know the true face of Foshan..."
"Just because I am in this mountain..."
Luo Qingzhou finished it in one breath and quickly wrote a song.
After several scholars finished reading, they were all frowning and chewing.
The tourists onlookers were all talking after hearing this.
"What do you mean by looking horizontally and vertically? What do you mean by far, near, high and low, in the clouds and mist, and what are you writing about?"
"Although I heard it clearly, I didn't understand it..."
Everyone was pointing and talking.
One of the scholars looked at him and praised: "What a wonderful poem! This is a..."
"Look, he's still writing the second song!"
Everyone's faces were full of surprise, and they immediately fell silent, staring intently at the young scholar's writing.
"Golden Chan Temple on the Reclining Buddha Mountain..."
"I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises..."
"Don't be afraid of the clouds covering your eyes..."
"Zi Yuan Shen is at the highest level..."
After one of the scholars finished reading, the middle-aged monk, who was still leaning against the Buddha statue with his eyes closed and sneered, frowned and opened his eyes.
Immediately, he walked over, stood in front of the stone wall, and stared at it.
"Look! There's a third song!"
"This young man is so brave, he actually wants to write three songs in a row!"
Everyone looked surprised.
Qin Wenzheng and others also held their breaths, with a look of surprise on their faces.
A scholar stared closely at the third piece, and his heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.
He vaguely felt that he seemed to be witnessing the birth of an extraordinary miracle today.
"The mountains are close, the moon is far away, and the moon is small..."
"By the way, this mountain is larger than the moon..."
"If someone's eyes were as big as the sky..."
"When you see that the mountains are high and the moon is wider..."
Luo Qingzhou finished writing it in one breath, and just when he was about to mention his name at the end, the middle-aged monk suddenly shouted angrily: "What a bullshit poem! Clean it up for me!"
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound!
As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a hand suddenly slapped him hard on the back of his shiny head, causing him to somersault and fall to the ground with a big "bang" sound!
"Fuck you...Master...Uncle Master..."
The middle-aged monk looked back, the anger on his face suddenly stiffened, he hurriedly got up, and said with a flattering face: "Uncle Master, why did you come out in person?"
A tall and thin old monk in gray robes with gray eyebrows suddenly appeared silently, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, a solemn look between his eyebrows.
The solemnity soon turned into shock, and then it turned into thinking.
"Uncle Master, you..."
"Snapped!"
As soon as the middle-aged monk came closer, the kind-hearted old monk suddenly slapped him hard and flew him away, and then shouted angrily: "Stupid thing! If I don't come out, you will destroy my temple." A rare treasure that has been passed down through the ages! Come here, lift up this wall, and send it to the mountain quickly!"
The middle-aged monk was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. He jumped up from the ground in a hurry. Then, with everyone's stunned expressions, he walked to the stone wall and suddenly let out a low roar. He directly smashed the wall. He was pulled up from the ground and put on his shoulders!
The old monk reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the three poems on the wall, then walked up to the young man, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "Young Master, if it is convenient, you can still Please follow the poor monk up the mountain to gather together. The poor monk has some questions and wants to ask the young master for advice."
After saying that, he lowered his head again and bowed deeply to plead.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Thanks to the leader of "Jiaran can't get enough" for the reward, I shed tears of gratitude and wiped away my tears.
I'm a bit busy today, so my updates are a bit late and sparse, sorry.
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