Yang Hao and others were sitting in the flower hall, when a smooth female voice suddenly sounded outside: "Where is Mr. Yang?" The bead curtain flickered, and a young girl flashed in, followed by Miss Miaomiao.
Last time Yang Hao only saw her slender figure like the moon in the side compartment, and now he was able to get a glimpse of her face. At a glance, this woman was soft and charming, charming and graceful, and she was indeed a rare beauty. Entering.
When she came into the house, her full eyes swayed slightly, her charm was sultry, and she looked at the fake monk who was sleeping in a wall and felt relaxed and happy.
Liu Duo'er came into the room and saw four people sitting and standing in the hall. One of the two sitting there was a scholar in green robe, with a straight nose and a square mouth. He looked talented and had a slight smile on his face; the other one was a scholar in green robes.
He was a monk in black robes, with red lips and white teeth, and he was as handsome as a woman. As soon as he saw her coming in, the green-robed scholar stood up with a smile. Only the monk was still sitting there with his arrogant look, his eyes were superb, his appearance was solemn, and he was magnificent.
Very big.
Little did she know that the fake monk's penetrating gaze in front of her was attracted by the delicate skin of her chest and her ball-like breasts. That solemn look that did not change even after a mountain collapsed was because of her beauty.
I was so tempted that my facial muscles were a little sluggish, thinking that this person had profound Buddhist practice.
Seeing him sitting with the young master, they must be friends, Liu Duoer hurriedly bowed to him and said: "This must be Mr. Yang Hao. My humble concubine, Liu Duoer, has met Mr. Yang and this master."
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"You're welcome, girl. Yang and Master Wuhua came here without permission, so I'm sorry to bother you."
"Young master, you're welcome." Liu Duo'er said in surprise: "Last time, I had something troublesome in my heart, so I neglected you, which was rude. I hope you can respect me. I don't know why I came here with Master Wuhua today."
Where are you teaching me? Ah, sir, please sit down quickly, Miaomiao, and watch the tea."
As soon as she came closer, a delicate fragrance hit his face, as intoxicating as a ripe peach. Yang Hao took a breath, sat down slowly, and said with a calm smile: "That day I casually chanted
The poem was written by this master Wuhua. I have limited knowledge and dare not show my shame, so I resigned in a hurry. When I went back, I mentioned the girl's difficulties, and Wuhua was moved by compassion. The two of us came here today, hoping to be able to
The girl helped."
"Amitabha." Bisu hurriedly proclaimed the Buddha's name.
"Oh?" Liu Duo'er was greatly moved, glanced at Bisu, and thought to herself: "The words that this monk made are naturally good. There are some knowledgeable people among the monks, but I didn't expect that a monk would actually make such a thing.
From the fragrant words, he is born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, which is even more charming than a woman. Could it be that he is actually a flower monk?"
Thinking about it in her heart, Liu Duoer smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that Master Wuhua's poetry is so outstanding. This little girl didn't dare to ask for advice. In which famous temple does Master Wuhua practice?"
Bi Su suddenly woke up and coughed slightly, remembering that Yang Hao wanted him to act as crazy as possible, but he didn't know how to pretend to be crazy. He used to be a thief, and he only burrowed into ditches like a mouse.
The opportunity presented itself in front of others, so he curled his lips slightly and nodded arrogantly: "It's a famous temple. Where the poor monk's footprints are, it's a famous temple."
Yang Hao laughed and said: "Monk Wuhua's mentor was an ascetic monk in the Western Regions, but Monk Wuhua's way of practice is different from that of Naisheng University. He practiced in the world, and was not afraid of drinking and eating. In the eyes of some monks, he was a deviant.
The flower monk who doesn’t follow the rules.”
Bisu smiled brightly and said: "Does eating fast and chanting Buddha's name constitute practice? The poor monk believes that the soft red ten feet and the fireworks in the world can also achieve Bodhi. Only by cultivating a Buddha's heart in the world of mortals can one's aspirations be as strong as relics. Even if you bathe in fire, you will not lose it. As the saying goes, after wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will remain in the heart. If a poor monk has a Buddha in his heart, that is cultivation. What does it have to do with this stinky skin?"
"After wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in his heart" was the mantra of monk Daoji in the Southern Song Dynasty. No one had heard it at that time. Liu Duoer's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this. She no longer dared to take this monk lightly and quickly complimented him. : "After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha's heart remained. The master's advice."
Bisu said calmly: "Haha, high views and low views are all ordinary, but if you imitate me, you will become crazy sooner or later."
Liu Duoer was stunned for a moment, carefully savoring the true meaning of his words. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that the Zen was deep and seemed to contain endless mysteries. She couldn't help but stand up solemnly, clasped her hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute: "Thank you, little lady, for the enlightenment, master."
Bisu was overjoyed. This magic stick was good. He could make people look up to him like gods by saying a few nonsense words. He couldn't help but laugh. Thinking that he had nothing to show off for a while, he closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest. When people look at him, they will have an incomprehensible and profound feeling about him.
Yang Hao took over the words and said straight to the point: "Master Wuhua is not only profound in Buddhism and has unique insights, he is also very knowledgeable in poetry. I heard Miss Miaomiao talk about the girl's difficulties. I'm here today. Let's first ask the master to give a few words. This is an old work, if the girl thinks it is useful, we will discuss it in detail."
Liu Duoer was moved and said: "It's so good and wonderful. Get the pen and ink quickly. I want to copy the master's poems."
There were no records or radio tapes in those days. If poetry is compared to the pop songs of later generations, the only way to get a hit is through singing in brothels. They were the media people of that era. Singers were all quite talented, and they were not just anyone’s poems. They will sing poems regardless of good or bad, and they won't bother to sing poems that don't suit their tastes. So to a large extent, poets still have to ask for good ones.
These talented ladies go to wealthy families and have contact with the powerful. If she sings your poems, she will introduce a few lines to the dignitaries: "This is a masterpiece of a certain young master. This young master is outstanding in learning and quick in writing. He is a first-class talent." "So your reputation spreads, the "paper" is published, and you have all the qualifications and reputation. Then it is a matter of course for you to be evaluated for professional titles and promoted to higher ranks.
But today is different. Liu Duoer is short of perfect words, so the first courtesan in Quanzhou has to put down her dignity and study the ink and copy it herself, which is very flattering. These actors in the entertainment scene are not With only one body and one mouth, she can please people. When she greets guests, she responds with all kinds of well-behaved and silent manners, which makes you feel like a spring breeze without even realizing it. It's a pity that the lay monk in front of her has two sticks. This well-behaved thing is... Showing your charming eyes to a blind man is in vain.
Miaomiao took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Liu Duoer walked to the short table and sat down with her sleeves spread out. She lowered her head and studied the ink, thinking to herself: "I didn't expect that this monk is actually a poet monk. I hope he doesn't say a poem that is not related to the smoke and fire of the world." The Buddha's verses, well... probably not. The few words Miao Miao recited that day didn't look like they were composed by a monk. No wonder he was a meat-and-win monk."
Bi Su and Yang Hao were sitting next to each other, looking at Liu Duo'er. They saw this girl lowering her head to study ink, with an elegant expression. Her pretty face was like jade under her black hair, her beautiful eyelashes were drooping, and her nose was as straight as a flower.
Her lips are as bright and beautiful as if they were carved from beautiful jade.
Bisu covered his mouth with his sleeves and said softly to Yang Hao: "Sir, you said she is a famous prostitute in a brothel? But I see her clear eyes and pure appearance. She seems to be a virgin."
Yang Hao sneered: "You can really tell if she is a virgin? I don't believe it." Just look at her eyebrows, eyes, and demeanor to know if she is a virgin? There were so many beautiful celebrities in my time, and none of them looked innocent.
Ru Shui, it can be said that she is a virgin...so good, probably only her belly button is still a virgin..."
Bisu said, "Would you like to make a bet, sir?"
"Just bet, the question is...how do you prove it?"
"It's simple. Sir, try to make Miss Duo'er like you. Once you become her guest, you will know if you are a virgin or not."
"Hehehehe..." The two of them brought out the man's bad taste to the fullest, and were laughing maliciously. Liu Duo'er had already finished grinding the ink, raised her head and said: "Master, please speak."
She had been fooling around in the romance field for a long time, and as soon as the smiles on the faces of the two of them fell into her eyes, she knew that what they said was not good. Nine times out of ten, they were related to her. She had long been used to being talked about, but today the two of them
One of the men was a monk, so she felt a little embarrassed, and a faint blush appeared on her pink cheeks as white as jade.
Bisu quickly sat upright and said, "In this case, the poor monk picked up a song called "Dong Xian Song"."
The song "Dongxiange" that Yang Hao can remember was written by Su Dongpo. Yang Hao knew that Dongxiange was the name of the Ci Pai, but he didn't know if there was such a Ci Pai at this time. Anyway, he had already blamed Bi Su, the flower monk came to the Western Regions.
Yes, if something went wrong, it would be said that it was his unique word card. Yang Hao asked him to memorize another song, just to prepare for this situation.
Fortunately, this word card was already available at this time. Liu Duoer looked calm after listening to it, and already picked up the pen to write down three words. Then he picked up the pen and started to start, and listened intently as he continued to sing. The whole word of "Dongxian Song" has eighty-three words in two pieces,
Each of the front and back pieces has three oblique rhymes. The second sentence of the front piece mostly uses the upper one and lower four syntaxes, but also the upper two and lower three syntaxes. The last eight words of the back piece are preceded by the following seven words with the word Yi Lai Tone, and then
Then start the four-sentence sentence with a falling tone character. Quanque can also add one or two additional lining characters. These have a fixed format. A layman just looks at the excitement and does not understand the rules. If the word number is the same,
When reciting a word, a strict comparison is full of loopholes. Liu Duoer is very familiar with various word cards. Not only can she write it herself, but she can also sing it. When she hears the name of the word card, she can see how the whole song is spaced out on the paper.
Bu, she already knew it well.
Bisu chanted again: "Ice muscles and jade bones, you are cool and sweatless. The wind from the water palace is full of fragrance. The embroidered curtain is opened, and a bright moon peeks at people. Before sleeping, people are leaning on pillows and hairpins. Their temples are messy. Get up and hold your bare hands in the courtyard.
The door is silent, and I can see sparse stars crossing the river. How is the night? It's the third watch, the golden waves are pale, and the jade rope is turning low. But I can't tell when the west wind will come, and I don't know how the passing years secretly change..."
In fact, Yang Hao really wanted to recite Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal". Xin Qiji, Lu You and others have all written "Magpie Bridge Immortal", but the one that is really popular and reaches its peak is naturally Qin Guan's song. It is simply
It was a stroke of genius. However, Yang Hao was reluctant to use it for a while. He could only remember everything. Of course, good things had to be saved for critical moments to make a big splash. It is expected that with Su Shi's talent as a bachelor, this song "Song of the Cave Immortal" is enough to serve as a stepping stone.
Already.
Sure enough, Liu Duo'er listened to her ears, and her face showed an expression of surprise and joy. She wrote like a dragon and a snake, and she chanted every sentence like flowing clouds and flowing water, and her speed was not slow at all.
After I finished writing, I looked at the ink-smeared piece of paper and kept exclaiming: "Wonderful, wonderful..."
Miaomiao quickly responded: "My maid is here."
Liu Duo'er continued: "It's really a wonderful word."
When Miaomiao heard that she was not called her, she couldn't help but laugh and cry. Yang Hao thought to himself: "How can Su Dongpo's lyrics be so bad? At this time, besides Li Yu, how many people dare to call him a great poet? I still have several more poems in my stomach.
I can’t tell you without fear of killing you, but I only remember these few songs in total, so I would save money by using one less.”
Liu Duo'er couldn't put it down while holding the words. She looked at them for a long time before she realized that she had lost her composure. She quickly stood up and said: "Master has a beautiful heart. If you can get help from him, it will be Liu Duo'er's luck. I don't know how much the master will pay. The little girl is willing to give you the master's help."
Buy the poems."
In the Song Dynasty, all people were businessmen, and monks were no exception. They did not shy away from talking about money, so Liu Duoer got straight to the point. Yang Hao smiled and said: "Master Wuhua is my good friend. I can talk to the girl about this matter. Girl, you can
Can we create another quiet room?"
Liu Duo'er was slightly surprised and said hurriedly: "Of course there is. Young Master, please come with me."
The two of them walked out one after another, and when they reached the door, Bi Su coughed and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Don't forget the bet between you and me."
Yang Hao suddenly suffocated, and Liu Duoer turned around in surprise: "What bet?"
Yang Hao smiled and said: "Master Wuhua often makes shocking remarks. He is clueless and doesn't know what to say. Girls don't need to pay attention to it."
Liu Duoer smiled brightly, turned and left.
In the room, Miaomiao glanced at Bisu and said with a smile: "Little monk, my lady likes your poems very much. But you are a monk and don't recite Amitabha, but you think about ice muscles, jade bones, and pillow hairpins all day long.
With messy temples, are you afraid that you are not a flowery monk?"
Seeing Liu Duo'er's beauty, Bi Su couldn't let go. Now that she was out, the cute little girl left in the room felt much more relaxed, so he said with a frivolous smile: "Miss Miaomiao
But don’t forget, the poor monk is actually a deviant monk. Miss Miaomiao, you are so beautiful and beautiful. I think this four-character ice-muscle-jade-bone is the most suitable gift to you.”
Miss Miaomiao is still half an adult, and she has been teased by others in the romantic field. She is not as reserved as ordinary daughters. Although she is still a virgin, she is not afraid of men's flirting, teasing words, and even smiles when she hears her words.
She glanced at him, her eyes moving, and she actually brought out a bit of charm: "Then do you still want someone to have a hairpin on your pillow and mess up your temples?"
As soon as this little girl used her charm skills, Bisu couldn't hold back her energy, her face suddenly turned red, and she said: "It's a sin, it's a sin..."
Miaomiao lightly spat: "Prude", then she covered her mouth and chuckled...