Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 400 Poems, Songs, and Dreams

There are two ways to abolish Linsu, one way is to destroy the body, the other way is to crush poetry, the second way is far better than the first way, because Lin Su's threat to the poetry sage family is Poetry, defeating him in the field of poetry, let him break his literary heart and withdraw from the literary world, and the haze that he had suppressed on the head of the poet sage in the early days was all gone.

No one in the world is sure to defeat Lin Su in the field of poetry, but Lin Su came up with a method that made Li Changgeng's heart skip a beat—the two wrote questions to each other.

He can ask the most tricky question, which will definitely make Lin Su's head go crazy.

He is also preparing to meet Lin Su's most tricky question, but he believes that no one can stop him, because he is already a hundred years old, and the world has no secrets for him, so in his eyes, how can he be tricky?
But he didn't expect that Lin Su's questions were not tricky at all, and even gave out sub-questions!
Although it is a sub-question, Li Changgeng will never underestimate it. A stick of incense has been burned halfway, and he is still thinking...

Just when the stick of incense was about to burn to the end, Li Changgeng raised his hand and put his pen down...

In a blink of an eye, the golden poem flew down to Lin Su, spinning in the air, and twenty large characters appeared in the air, shining for ten miles with colorful lights.

"Three spring waters in the Changhu Lake, five pointed boats in the setting sun, ride the waves in plain clothes, and don't enter the colorful clouds."

The students below are all crazy, talking a lot...

In the time of a stick of incense, a wonderful multicolored poem was born. What kind of poetic accomplishment is this? ...

Someone asked, sir, what is so wonderful about this poem?

Mr. explained: This is an allusion. It is about Li Zhou, a great poet and sage at that time. Li Zhou was once the second-rank censor of Nanyang. Go, give up all the little things in the house, wear plain clothes, set foot on a five-pointed boat, ride across the spring lake, and never set foot in the capital again in this life, such a person is truly upright...

Wonderful, really wonderful, someone clapped their hands and praised, the most wonderful thing about this poem is that there is no bright and aboveboard sentence in the whole poem, but the whole poem is full of bright and aboveboard, this is called poetry!

It is precisely that the most wonderful thing about this poem is that he shows the saint of poets and the family of saints, which is completely in tune with his identity.

Some people also commented, is this poem a response to the surname Lin?The one surnamed Lin began to slander him, saying that the Great Elder plotted against him, but the Great Elder disdain to reason with him, and responded to him with such open and aboveboard poetry.

Discussions filled the whole city, and on the high pavilion, Li Changgeng slowly revealed a smile on his face, and leaned down: "Lin Su, I have already solved your problem, now it's your turn to solve my problem." ,listen……"

"Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly sounded.

It was Li Guihan.

All the people in the audience were staring at her, including the thousands of students in the square, and the people from Nanyang on the roofs of the buildings. Of course, the streets were even more crowded at the moment, with tens of thousands of people staring at this piece of heaven and earth.

Li Guihan said word by word: "The question Lin Su gave you just now is the most conventional question, anyone can see it, and it is not tricky. The topic is too tricky, obviously it loses its identity."

Li Changgeng's expression darkened.

All the people around were also shocked.

That’s right, Lin Su’s topic just now, not to mention Li Changgeng, at least half of the hundreds of thousands of literati in the audience can write immediately. It is definitely not tricky. He also asked a tricky question, even if he won, it would be a big loss of face.

Lin Su said: "You are wrong, the question I asked is actually quite difficult."

Everyone was shocked.

The most surprised one was Li Guihan, did you take the wrong medicine?I'm helping you speak...

Lin Su added: "If a person is not an upright person, even if he tries to whitewash it, it will be plausible after all! Therefore, this poem by the Great Elder can only be a five-color poem, not a seven-color poem!"

In a word, all the people of the Holy Family of Poems present were furious.

The one who was most annoyed was of course the high-ranking elder Li Changgeng. The wave of dividends he brought through his upright poems was completely wiped away by Lin Su's words.

Lin Su told the world that he, Li Changgeng, was not an upright person in essence, but just a whitewash forcibly, so this poem is colorful, not colorful.

These words are too poisonous.

You need to know that their level of literary battle today will be recorded in the annals of history, and anything that happens on the spot will become a tidbit of poetry, which will be passed down together with the poem for hundreds of thousands of years. With Lin Su's classic comment, he Every time this colorful poem is circulated, it is accompanied by this vicious comment. He, Li Changgeng, cannot be famous for a hundred years with his colorful poems, but will be infamous for a hundred years. Isn’t this a fucking dog?
Li Changgeng was about to explode in an instant...

Lin Su raised his head and said, "Elder Li, I tailor-made the previous question just for you, and it's not a good idea, so you don't have to be influenced by other people's words, just come up with the most tricky question!"

Li Changgeng really wanted to kill someone because of this knife.

But he is almost a hundred years old after all, he knows the essence of killing people without a knife, he said slowly: "Listen well, the topic of this seat is: You need to have wind, flowers, snow and moon, if you touch the Zen heart, you will not see the Buddha!"

As soon as this topic came out, the people below went into an uproar.

There must be wind, flowers, snow and moon, as well as a Zen mind, and the word Buddha cannot appear...

What kind of subject is this?Tricky to the extreme!

Feng Huaxueyue corresponds to Wanli Hongchen, and it also has a strong lace.

Zen mind corresponds to Buddhism.

The two are completely opposite, how can they be integrated in one poem?
And there is no word for Buddha...

Who can write poetry on such a topic?Even if forced to write, who can shine?

What's more, the person in front of him is a 20-year-old young man. He may be familiar with the wind, flowers, snow and moon, but the Zen mind and Buddha are thousands of miles away from him.

In the imperial palace, His Majesty's face suddenly sank. The topic posed by the great elder of the Holy Family of Poetry is tricky in the eyes of the world, but in his eyes, it has a special meaning. It is necessary to have the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon. It touches the Zen heart and does not see the Buddha... This is a mockery of him!To ridicule him, the emperor, who has entered Buddhism, but is reluctant to give up the world of mortals!Well, you are a poet and holy family, you have had a close relationship with Chu Shan in the past few years, and you have penetrated into every corner of the court, and you are quite dissatisfied with yourself!It seems that we have to set rules for the poet saint family.

However, even he, the king of a country, can't act rashly in the face of the holy family of poets.

Li Guihan let out a long breath, his heart was ashamed.

She doesn't know if others have studied Lin Su, but she has. Lin Su's poems have the most beautiful scenery, the strongest fighting spirit, the most true feelings, and even ethereal Tao, but there is no Buddha has no Zen.

Buddha and Zen may be the only shortcoming in his poetry.

It's no wonder, young people who are successful and in their prime, who understands the Zen mind?Even if there is such a person, it is definitely not him, he is a monkey, he is more escaped than anyone else, he is flamboyant and good at sex, a person like him, it is estimated that in another 80 years, he will not have a Zen heart...

She had a terrible feeling that the Holy Family of Poetry's actions against him might have been deployed a long time ago. It seemed that he was here to challenge the Holy Family of Poetry today, but in fact it was the Holy Family of Poetry who specifically launched a snipe against him.

Her gaze lifted and met his.

Lin Su was also looking at her: "I promised you that I would sing you a new song, why don't you use my new poem as the lyrics and sing it to you?"

Li Guihan's heart beat suddenly...

The people around were also shocked...

Sing?

A new poem with a soundtrack?
Where does he think this is?
Lin Su raised his head and opened his voice...

"There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn..."

Along with the singing, the audience suddenly fell silent. A melody that had never been passed down in this world flowed out of his mouth accompanied by a fresh poem, and went straight into people's ears and hearts.

The nun riding a green donkey also just arrived here, and the ears of the green donkey were pricked up. The nun's wonderful eyes passed through the dense crowd of people and landed on Lin Su's face. There was also a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"There are cool winds in summer and snow in winter..."

The voice was melodious, as if it was whispering in people's ears, but the whispers touched people's minds.

"If you have nothing to worry about..."

"It's a good time in the world!"

After the last line was sung, the pen in Lin Su's hand stopped just at this moment. In silence, colorful rays of light filled the sky, and the colorful poems in his hand soared into the sky. It clearly appeared in front of everyone.

There are winds, flowers, snows and moons, and there is infinite Zen, but there is no word related to Buddha, which perfectly fits with Li Changgeng's topic, and what's more, it is colorful! ! !

"Colorful!" Li Guihan blushed and jumped up.

Colorful!The whole capital instantly boiled!
With a whoosh, the shadow of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion landed in Hongye's room, and the faces of the two women were all flushed.

"Sister, did you hear it? His songs, his poems..."

Hongye rushed over, hugged her sister, and jumped happily...

On the tall building, Li Changgeng's face was instantly pale as paper...

With a bang, a bolt of lightning crossed the sky and hit Li Changgeng precisely between his eyebrows. Li Changgeng screamed: No...

Fell down from the high platform.

Under the oath of heaven, Li Changgeng lost the bet. Even though he was pregnant with the holy treasure, he still couldn't escape and keep his literary heart.

Lin Su grabbed Li Guihan's hand together: "Let's go!"

Daoxi was in full bloom like a lotus flower, and when the two stepped into it, the holy light flashed and disappeared invisible.

In the palace, His Majesty suddenly disappeared in place, and appeared on the top of the highest Baoping Hall, looking at the sky...

"Your Majesty, you seem to like this kid very much." A person appeared next to him silently, but it was a child. His face was exactly the same as the little monk outside the room on the right side of Jinyan Temple.

But his voice was old.

He is His Majesty's most trusted confidant, called Wuying Tonglao.

He is not a child. He is 30 years older than His Majesty. His Majesty grew up under his protection. To His Majesty, he is like a teacher, a father and a friend.

"A literary genius, a peerless wise man, born proud yet elegant and boundless, how can people say that?" His Majesty sighed softly: "It's a pity that I don't have a princess anymore, otherwise, I would even want to recruit him as a son-in-law."

Wuying Tong suddenly laughed, his smile was as innocent as a child's.

"What are you laughing at?" His Majesty frowned.

Tong Lao said: "Your Majesty's golden mouth can't be opened casually..."

"what for?"

Tong Lao said: "14 years ago, the Seventh Princess died of illness and was sent out of the palace by the old man. Do you still remember, Your Majesty?"

His Majesty suddenly turned around: "I remember, what do you want to say?"

Tong Lao’s smile remained the same, but there was a bit of sourness in his smile: “That day, the empress was caught in the rumor of ‘three grams’ and was unable to defend herself. She always suspected that a pair of invisible black hands were targeting the royal children! She faked her death The pill was taken by the seventh princess, and the old slave sent her to the Buddhist gate, one to avoid disaster, and the other to prove that he is not 'three grams'..."

His Majesty said tremblingly: "Tell me, Xingyue is actually... actually..."

"Princess Xingyue is a rare genius in practice. She has achieved a great achievement a year ago. She went to Nanyang to search all temples in the world, just to find His Majesty. But at that time, His Majesty was haunted by demons and was in a critical period of practice, so she couldn't see her." , so the old slave has not informed His Majesty nor the princess, yesterday, the old slave has already informed the princess!"

As soon as the words fell, a voice came: "Your Majesty, a nun came riding a green donkey and asked to see her outside the palace..."

His Majesty's whole body was shaken, and with both hands, he grabbed Wuying Tonglao's shoulders suddenly. His bones all over his body were crackling, and Wuying Tonglao's mouth cracked in pain, but the smile on his face was also infinitely joyful...

……

Daoxi walks in the air, invisible to the world.

Lin Su and Li Guihan were still standing in the Daoxi, holding hands. This time, Lin Su initiated the hand-holding. He took her into the Daoxi, and he had already entered the Daoxi, but he forgot to let go. And Li Guihan seemed to have forgotten.

The landscape below changes, and it is thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

Li Guihan shook her hand slightly, and finally withdrew her hand, looked up at the sky, and sighed softly: "Do you think you have reached the pinnacle of poetry?"

The poetic way in the world is respected by the holy family of poets.

And Lin Su, came to the location of the Holy Family of Poetry, and defeated Mu Renqing, the top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry, with a poem handed down the day before yesterday. The Great Elder Li Changgeng, who was only one step away from becoming a saint, was killed by the horse. In her opinion, this glorious record has really reached the pinnacle of poetry.

Lin Su shook his head: "Of course it doesn't count! A few rubbish elders from the Shengshi family can't represent the peak of poetry."

Rubbish? !
Li Guihan turned to him with resentful eyes: "If I were to write the topic that the elder gave you, I would not be able to write at all. Am I also a piece of rubbish?"

"How come? You are a member of the Daosheng Sheng family, it is normal for you to not understand Buddha."

"Then what about you? You are also not from Buddhism, why do you understand?"

Lin Su scratched his head: "Maybe...maybe I still have Buddha roots."

"Do you have Buddha roots?" Li Guihan looked at him with contempt: "Then what are your dozens of daughter-in-laws? Do you save all sentient beings?"

Lin Su's eyes were wide open, dozens of wives?Come, come, let me count, who is there...

The two quarreled all the way until the familiar Yangtze River appeared outside...

The oldest Wangjiang Tower in Haining City appeared in sight, and Li Guihan said two words: "Here we are!"

(End of this chapter)