"Then thank you, Master!" Yan Bai let go of Fan Caiqi and stood up at the same time.
"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson when I come down!" Fan Caiqi muttered from the side.
Yan Bai ignored Fan Caiqi and continued,
"I haven't repaid the kindness of the great virtuous saint monk's advice before. I didn't expect that something like this would happen again. I'm really ashamed!"
"Buddha is destined to meet people, and there is no kindness at all!" the old monk said with his hands clasped together.
Yan Bai rolled his eyes and said,
"If that's the case, then I'll leave you something to apologize for."
The apology in Yan Bai's mouth was actually just another way of saying repaying a favor.
The old monk didn't say much after hearing this. He thought that Yan Bai just wanted to donate some sesame oil money. Although the temple was not profitable at this time, the livelihood of the entire temple still depended on the sesame oil money, so the old monk
He didn't refuse either.
Sesame oil money? Yan Bai obviously didn't have it. At this time, apart from his martial arts skills, the only thing he could bring out was poetry.
"If you don't have anything to grow in your lower body, why not just leave a poem." Yan Bai said. Although Buddhism emphasizes not seeking fame and wealth, if you do nothing, it will also be detrimental to the spread of Buddhism, so fame is often more practical than money.
.
The most famous one in later generations is the sentence "Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship", which directly raised the reputation of Hanshan Temple by several levels. These temples will also become famous throughout the ages following the poems.
Yan Bai does not have any religious beliefs, and he does not care about the local and other places. Therefore, Yan Bai does not reject Buddhism. Some people think that Buddhism has enslaved the people, while others say it is a cultural invasion. However, Yan Bai believes that in this feudal world
Society, Buddhism can be said to fully meet the needs of society. Moreover, in the world of the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism is already the right way, and Yan Bai does not need to offend such a party. Whoever helps him, he will help. Even if Christianity comes, Yan Bai will
To put it bluntly, the same is true.
After hearing Yan Bai's words, the old monk moved slightly, a little surprised that Yan Bai actually wanted to compose a poem, but he didn't pay much attention to it because the people at the scene didn't know Yan Bai's level at all. The incident at Sanhua Tower hadn't been spread yet.
Nowadays, many people around me still think that Yan Bai is overestimating his abilities and may be just a scholar. If he came back the next day, the scene might not be like this.
The only person who was extremely excited was naturally Fan Caiqi. I didn’t expect to hear Yan Bai’s poems again so soon. Although Miss Fan’s level was not very good, all the young ladies, noble gentlemen, etc. all had a taste for poetry, calligraphy, and painting.
. Not to mention that her level of beauty is so high, Miss Fan will look a lot prettier when mentioned in front of others in the future.
"You will be the one to write this time." Yan Bai said to Fan Caiqi.
"Me?!" Fan Caiqi shouted in surprise.
"What? Isn't it possible?" Yan Bai asked.
"No, it's not." Fan Caiqi said hesitantly. Miss Fan, who has not been fond of writing and ink since she was a child, and only loves swords and guns, her calligraphy is really not very popular. But now she is ghostwriting for Yan Bai, this kind of good
There aren't many things to do, maybe he can become a celebrity for the ages, and Fan Caiqi obviously doesn't want to let it go.
"Then, okay." Fan Caiqi finally responded regardless of the ugly and embarrassing handwriting.
"Bring me the Four Treasures of the Study!" Fan Caiqi said loudly.
"No need!" Yan Bai said beside him.
"No need?! How to write it?" Fan Caiqi asked strangely.
"Find a place and carve it directly with your knife." Yan Bai said.
"Hehe, this is better." Fan Caiqi said with a smile. For martial arts practitioners like them, it is easy to carve words on stones. And in this way, others can probably understand even if the words are uglier. After all, they are not written with a pen.
Not used to it, this is the reason Fan Caiqi gave herself.
"Do you mind?" Yan Bai turned to the old monk and asked.
"As long as the donor doesn't graffiti on these precious stone statues in the main hall," the old monk said with a smile.
"Of course not, just find a place at random." Yan Bai said. He actually wanted to help Dashi Temple more. If it was written on paper, Dashi Temple's reputation would indeed spread, but if it was engraved in the temple,
Maybe more people will come here specifically to visit, after all, the authentic work is here.
Yan Bai took Fan Caiqi out, and everyone quickly followed. Yan Bai found a big stone outside, came to the side, and said,
"Just write it on it."
"Yes." Fan Caiqi took out the small sword from her waist.
Yan Bai pondered for a moment. On the way here, he had already thought about which poem he wanted to plagiarize. Now he just wanted to confirm again whether he could recite it correctly. If he said the first sentence and forgot the second sentence,
If so, then you won’t be able to keep your mouth shut.
"Question?" Fan Caiqi asked directly without caring about Yan Bai's situation. She was not worried that Yan Bai would not be able to figure it out. Fan Caiqi completely blindly believed in Yan Bai's ability.
"Let's call it "Inscribed on Dashi Temple." Yan Bai said. After all, it was to help Dashi Temple advertise, and the word "Dashi Temple" would not appear in the poem to be plagiarized, so it would be better to put it on the title. Ancient Poems
It's not like modern novels, where you think of highlights in the title, and most of them are chosen randomly. After all, the length of the poem is too small, and there is no need to use the title to attract other people's attention.
Swish, swish, Fan Caiqi wrote the words on the stone in an instant. Then Yan Bai "recited" the poem in his mind, shaking his head,
"Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunlight shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room is deep with flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of people's hearts. Everything here is silent, except for the sound of the bells and chimes."
A good poem must be a good poem! But Fan Caiqi was different from Qingxiu. Her hands did not shake at all and she finished writing directly. After finishing, without Yan Bai saying anything, she immediately continued to write at the back, "Yan Bai wrote the title, Fan Caiqi's words!"
"You're not polite at all, because it's carved on stone, and Yan Bai's seal is useless.
After writing it, Fan Caiqi clapped her hands happily and looked at the words above with satisfaction. To be precise, they were the four words "Fan Caiqi". Now her name Fan Caiqi would also become famous.
Yan Bai ignored Fan Caiqi's little thoughts and pretended not to see it. He was "blind" anyway.
"The donor is really a great talent!" the old monk said. He was also very happy. This was a complete surprise. I thought it was just a common thing, but I didn't expect Yan Bai's poetry level to be so high.
As this poem spreads, their Dashi Temple will also become famous.
"Haha, because I can't see, I have to describe the scene in my mind. I don't know if Dashi Temple has such a scenery." Yan Bai said with a smile. By saying this, he could completely block other people's mouths, so that no one would say anything in the future.
The Dashi Temple is not like this at all. Yan Bai is talking nonsense. This is really a good excuse for a blind man!
"It's almost the same as what was described in the donor's poem." The old monk said confidently. Dashi Temple is a magnificent temple, and there is still a gap between it and what Yan Bai said. However, the old monk has already made up his mind and plans to build a temple in the backyard of the temple according to Yan Bai's words.
Bai's poems were specially modified. Others were responding to the situation, while he was "responding to the poems".
"It's getting late. Master, please help me say hello to the virtuous saint monk." Yan Bai suddenly said goodbye. He didn't want to stay here anymore and let people watch.
"Don't you want to stay and have some vegetarian food?" the old monk said.
"No, we have an appointment outside." Yan Bai declined politely. He was not used to eating vegetarian food.
"Haha, then I won't keep the donor." The old monk said with his hands clasped together.
"Then come visit me next time!" Yan Bai said, pulling Fan Caiqi up and leaving. People around him immediately rushed to the big stone and started pointing out the poems on it.
"Why are we leaving? We haven't burned incense yet!" Fan Caiqi complained loudly, and she also wanted to experience the feeling of being in the spotlight.
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At present, the collection of this book is 200 less than that of Slam Dunk. In short, as I said before, after the Hokage side is finished, the collection will be used to decide which book to update first.
If we finally decide to update Slam Dunk first, this book may stay like this until half a year later before it can be updated normally.
