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The two of them watched the tourists again, and looked around at the joyful scene. Seeing the man's happiness, the woman was happy. The old man was deep and the youth was elated. The song resounded through the valley, the laughter echoed in the valley. The bird left the branch, and the beast fled in panic. The two of them enjoyed each other's attention. The abbot pointed at the crowd and said, ”With those red makeup elements as the topic, I would like to request dao friend to compose another poem.” He looked over and saw a few women with red makeup and a few women in plain clothes playing around.
Farmer said, ”It's hard. Scenes, easygoing and natural, the heart of the poor monk has a poem. Flowers, grass, and paupers have their own poems. I just do not care about the beauty of red makeup, do not describe the jade fragrant muscle. Meng Lang was even less pleased. Only the weak Confucian scholar good red makeup, the intention of the delicate face, praise rich. Teacher is clearly finding it difficult for me to answer this question. ”
The abbot laughed, ”There's no such thing. There's no such thing.” Jade fragrant muscle, beautiful face, is my Buddhist color ring. She was a being of the boundless universe, it was fine if she didn't want to avoid it. Shi Yan was extremely grateful. He didn't say anything, but he was clear. It's about poetry. ” As expected, he began to compose the verse when he activated the Mantra of the Bright Magic Scripture.
The abbot's young monk suddenly ran over and said, ”Elder, Monk Zhenhai brought an old Taoist and has come to seek your revenge. Let me tell you to go back. Zhenhai said he would definitely beat you today. You have to be careful. ” The abbot laughed and said, ”He wants to take revenge for that day? ”Forget it, I was just thinking of winning another round, making up three rounds.” The abbot's poetry interest was first accepted.
So the abbot was a famous chess saint in Shandong. He played chess with people and won nine out of ten. There was a Monk Zhenhai at the Guanyin Courtyard on Penglai Island, who was also the chess saint of that side. The two of them would often meet for a thousand miles to compete with each other. Every time the game ended, it was always a 1: 1 draw.
On that day, Zhenhai lost the game and lost two games in a row. After struggling for three days, he actually was not able to get it back. Today, he was invited here again. This time, it was the old Daoist Feng Liuzi of the Three Immortal Monastery of Penglai Island. He was going to play chess with him. This old Daoist was also extremely skilled in chess. In order to play chess, he often went to the Glazed Ball. When the two competed, they wanted revenge to vent their anger and salvage the humiliation. From this, it could be seen that this monk had come a thousand miles to play chess, paying particular attention to elegance and joy.
”What are you guys talking about?” he asked. The abbot said, ”A few days ago, Monk Zhenhai of Penglai Island played chess with the old monk. He lost two rounds. Today, he brought another chess player with him, who wants to win it back. ” ”This monk has come a thousand miles to play chess,” he said. I know some chess skills too, so let's go back and enjoy the battle. ” Farmer's poetry had also immediately stopped.
The abbot said happily, ”This high monk is also proficient in chess skills. That is truly a sincere exchange of pointers. The way of game was to temper one's emotions, hone one's will, and have fun. You can help me with chess. The two of us can compete with the two of them. Monk Zhenhai will lose again. ”
Farmer got up and said, ”The interest in watching the sun has died down. Let's go back to the temple and play chess.” ”Don't make that monk wait too long.” Actually, he was already feeling anxious in his heart. The abbot saw through his thoughts and laughed. He pointed at him and said, ”You, too, are definitely a game fanatic!” The two of them laughed and went down the mountain.
Just because the weather was good today, wherever the abbot passed, visitors swarmed the streets. Joyous laughter, singing, hawking, clamoring. The red-clothed girl, the plain-clothed girl, the pink-clothed girl, and the green-clothed girl were all bewitching. He also saw that the man was carrying a heavy burden and was walking slowly. The little child's body was light as he walked happily. Hua Yong held the green jade staff in his hand and the wind umbrella over his wife's shoulder. A group of teachers and students came up to him, laughing and making couplets.
With a smile on his face, Mister Tao Li was enjoying himself. Pointing to the top of the mountain, he said, ”Student's eyes are fixed on the deep pool in the second half of the couplet.” Her voice was refined, and her sweet words were continuous. There was a slim girl, Yang Liuyi, and a graceful young man. Talent was indeed not related to one's yin and yang attribute. All the good words were definitely not ordinary. The boy said, ”Mountain high above the clouds.” The girl said, ”The water is deep enough to store the moon and hide the sky.”
The boy said, ”There are mountains on the mountain, there are rocks on the mountain, there are trees on the rocks, the strong pine is not old.” The girl said, ”The sky is hidden in the water, and there is a sun in the sky. The sun is shining, but it's always bright.” The girl looked at him and smiled, then said: ”Scene in the water, object in the scenery, Phantom Image.” The boy's name was Xing Ying. After a moment of thought, he said, ”Illusions and illusions?” This is clearly calling me a fake. ” Thus, with a frown, he schemed against her and replied, ”There are flowers in the mountains, and hidden insects among the flowers. They can fly and dance well.” The girl's name was Wu Fei. When she heard this, her face turned red and she scolded, ”You're so bad!” The two ran over in pursuit of each other.
Farmer and abbot again through the flow of people, I do not remember a few shoulder to shoulder with the number of people. It was true: if you looked at the crowd on the mountain, who would return the favor if you didn't see them coming down the mountain.
Farmer and the abbot went down the mountain. The two of them passed the eighteen plates without anyone noticing. They walked until their legs were weak and their intestines felt sore. The abbot said, ”We went down the mountain in a fit of anger, so we did not walk slowly. The old monk felt his legs go soft, and soon, he got some rest on the rocks in front of us. ” The young monk also wanted to rest and walked in front.
After walking a short distance to a stone table, the three of them sat down. Farmin rubbed his gastrocnemius and said, ”I feel sore here too. Not strange said, 'It's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to go down.' There is a profound truth to this. It originally meant: My physical strength has been used up on the mountain, and I have lost all my strength when I went down the mountain. ” The abbot said, ”It's all our fault for going down the mountain in such a hurry to play chess. If we leave quickly like this, even if we are young and have physical strength, our muscles and muscles will still feel sore. ”