Han Han looked at Li Qing with some worry. She always felt that Li Qing was not suitable for creation at this time.
But Li Qing always felt that he had been tricked, but now that he had spoken, all worries were put aside. He carefully searched his mind for poems that contained Buddhist principles, and found that all the poems that he could remember,
Almost all of them have appeared in this world.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, were there really no eminent Buddhist monks who were famous at home and abroad?
Monk Nanjia and Monk Baimei, as well as some monks from surrounding temples who were paying attention to the situation, all looked at Li Qing expectantly.
After the little novice monk spread the paper and ink on the desk, at this moment, the tourists in the temple finally noticed what was going on here.
For a time, many people looked here curiously.
If you don’t know this, you will be shocked when you see it.
Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the handsome man with a heaven-defying face standing upright in front of the desk under the dim yellow light...
"Damn it, am I dazzled? Who is this?"
"Isn't this Li Qing?"
"When did he come to Baolian Temple? I'm confused. Is he the person wearing the clown mask just now?"
"Is the little monk next to him grinding ink? What is Li Qing doing standing at the desk with money? What is he going to do? Improvisation?"
"The little beauty standing next to him is so beautiful!"
"Speaking of tomorrow night... no, it's tonight. Isn't there Li Qing's concert? I've already bought a ticket! Why does Li Qing show up here? It's so late. He's holding a concert tonight. Can his body handle it?
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"Did Li Qing also come to Baolian Temple to make a wish?"
Soon, after seeing the true appearance of the handsome man, the originally silent temple suddenly became noisy.
Everyone looked confused, and then they stood up from the futon with excitement and walked towards the rare big star.
Some people who were waiting for the fragrance of tea to worship the Buddha quickly inserted their incense sticks into the incense altar after they realized what they were doing, and then hurriedly approached in the direction of Li Qing.
Host Nan Jia had already predicted this scene.
But he does not reject this phenomenon, because the more people witness this scene, the further the reputation of Baolian Temple will spread.
However, some strong monks in the surrounding area quickly formed a circle after receiving the instructions to prevent any unexpected events.
The growing noise made Li Qing, who was thinking, frown slightly. He looked up at the tourists around him who were looking at him in surprise, without saying a word.
Han Han said with concern: "If it doesn't work, don't force yourself, Qingzi, let's leave now!"
no?
How can a man say he can't do it?
Li Qing glared at Han Han and hummed slightly.
Han Han was confused, but she quickly closed her mouth. She knew that Qingzi was already a little angry at this time.
Host Nan Jia and the white-browed monk looked at each other and both gave a wry smile.
The two of them then remembered that when literati were creating, they generally avoided being disturbed by others, as that would disturb their thoughts. Just when they were about to let Li Qing move to the side room, they suddenly saw Li Qing pick up the brush and dip it on the inkstone.
Stained with ink, a look of pleasure appeared on his face.
What did Li Qing think of?
He suddenly remembered a short poem from his previous life that was rumored on the Internet. Compared with the current scene, it surprisingly fit!
However, there are many versions of this little poem.
Li Qing thought about it again and again, and finally wrote his favorite version.
I saw him raising his hand and waving ink, and the brush was swaying freely on the rice paper, leaving behind each dark and neat font.
Every font is like a dancing elf. When they appear in people's eyes, in the blink of an eye, they only see lotus blossoms blooming happily!
"At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival.
That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly I heard the mantras in your chanting of sutras.
On that day, the mani pile was built not for the purpose of cultivating virtue, but just to throw down the stones from the lake of my heart..."
Li Qing's calligraphy can't be said to be exquisite, but it has a unique charm. Especially when these words are combined together, it gives people a holy feeling. Han Han was surprised when he saw it, but he was also filled with joy and a sense of honor.
The feeling arises spontaneously.
On the side, the host of the Nan family held a rosary and stared closely at the rice paper.
Every time Li Qing writes a word, the rosary in his hand moves down one by one, looking very rhythmic.
The white-browed monk looked at this series of poems, his eyes filled with brilliance. Every time Li Qing wrote a line, he couldn't help but read it in a low voice.
"That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips..."
As the white-browed monk recited, the eyes of many young girls nearby were full of surprise and longing. This little poem, which seemed to be mixed with various scriptures, actually contained such beautiful feelings!
Is this a love poem?
The white-browed monk was thinking about it, and suddenly he came to his senses. Even though he kept silent, his face changed slightly, and he felt a little awkward in his heart.
Monks have always kept secrets from each other, and this has always been the case even in an open modern society.
However, looking at this little poem, the piety and Buddha nature contained in it made him quite admired and amazed, so much so that the white-browed monk was extremely entangled in his heart.
Li Qing, on the other hand, ignored the strange looks from others and just focused on lowering his head and writing.
He recalled Han Han's devout appearance before bowing three steps before the stone steps, and he felt a sense of emotion in his heart——
"That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but just to bless you, to be happy and safe..."
When the last word is written, a piece of rice paper is almost used up.
Li Qing put the brush on the inkstone and looked at this little poem. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.
He had just been focusing on writing and didn't care about the neatness of the words. But now when he looked at it, he found that this little poem, whether it was the format or the font rehearsal, was neat and tidy, and it also revealed a perfect poetic flavor.
The artistic conception of poetry cannot be explained clearly, but you just feel that it is very poetic!
Under the dim yellow light, this poem seems to have been consecrated, adding a touch of Buddha nature, making people unable to take their eyes away after reading it.
Many people around were rushing to watch, and some people with cameras couldn't wait to light up their flashlights to record the scene.
The extremely troubled white-browed monk had not yet spoken, but Master Nanjia had already clasped his hands together and took the lead in thanking Li Qing: "This little poem contains the most beautiful emotions of mankind. Baolian Temple will arrange for it to be framed immediately for future reference."
People are watching, Nanjia is here to thank the donor..."