Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 647 Student Duxiu, Sit Down
After three days, the autumn rain first rests.

In a side room by the window, Hui Hai and Su Shi sat opposite each other. On the table were six or seven plates of meat and vegetable dishes, two bottles of wine, a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of cups.

Su Shi looked at the table full of meat dishes and said with a strange expression: "Master, you are a monk, you are really different."

Hui Hai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender white and fragrant chicken from the plate containing the white chopped chicken, and said with a smile: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart."

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xianzhong attacked Yucheng, stationed in a temple outside the city, and forced the monks inside to eat meat. At that time, a monk named Poshan said, as long as you don’t slaughter the city after attacking the city, I will eat meat.As a result, Zhang Xianzhong agreed to him.So the Poshan monk said this sentence while eating.He broke the precept for the lives of thousands of people, not because he really wanted to eat meat.

When it came to Huihai, it was misinterpreted as a covetous fallacy.

Su Shi, who had never heard this poem before, had a bright light in his eyes.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha keeps it in his heart. Good poems, good poems."

Unexpectedly, a casual sentence would make Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, admire him, and Hui Hai couldn't help showing off.

"Articles are made naturally, and skillful hands can get them occasionally"

Hearing this, Su Shi looked at Huihai differently. In the original world, his friend Foyin was a monk with extraordinary literary talents. Unexpectedly, Master Huihai in front of him was the best among monks.

"Small effort in poetry, big man in wine and meat, don't talk about poetry, let's drink"

Hui Hai was worried that he would be slapped in the face for talking too much, so he brought the topic back.

Su Shi hummed, picked up the wine glass, and raised it.

Hui Hai made the same action.

After the two of them drank a glass of wine, the conversation started. Relying on being a modern person, Hui Hai chattered wildly, which stunned Su Shi for a moment.

"Master, you are proficient in poetry. A few days ago, I wrote a poem. Please taste it. Don't listen to the sound of forest beating leaves. Why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid? I can live my whole life under the mist and rain. It’s so exciting..."

Su Shi shook his head and recited a poem.

Hui Hai was dumbfounded on the spot. The ghost knows how people in the Song Dynasty commented on a poem.

Seeing Hui Hai hesitated, Su Shi wondered, "Why didn't the master answer? But there is something wrong with Su's words?"

Hui Hai turned his head and looked out the window. Under a big tree [-] meters away, Taoist priest Chu Feng was teaching Zhang Wei, Hei Mao and Xu Jiarong.

It's a good thing they didn't notice it!

As soon as this idea came up, the black cat and Zhang Wei's mocking voices sounded in Hui Hai's mind.

"Tell you to pretend, you are stupid now"

"Hui Hai, you bastard, I remember that you didn't even graduate from junior high school, yet you actually pretended to be aggressive in front of a great writer. Be careful that you were rubbed on the ground."

Hui Hai pretended not to hear, and looked at Su Shi with a pair of regretful eyes.

"What does Master mean?"

Su Shi's heart suddenly felt that there was really something wrong with his poem.

Hui Hai pretended to stroke the beard that he didn't have at all. Seeing Su Shi's surprised expression, he touched his chin instead.

"Your poem is too straightforward and has no artistic conception. What do you think of this poem by the poor monk? I feel sorry for the grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing deep in the trees. The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no one on the wild crossing. The boat crosses itself."

Su Shi was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at Hui Hai with a strange expression on his face.

"This is the famous work of Wei Yingwu, a poet of the former Tang Dynasty. When did he become a master?"

What, this poem is from the Tang Dynasty?
Hui Hai was dumbfounded.

When I saw this poem yesterday, I felt that I could pretend to be in front of Su Shi, so he memorized it directly, forgetting to see which dynasty poet made it.

"Hui Hai, are you here to be funny?"

"Hui Hai, it's okay, keep breaking, you can definitely scare Su Shi"

"Master Huihai, can you speak well, if you continue to do this, I will not be able to listen to the teacher's lecture at ease."

The voices of Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong sounded in Hui Hai's mind one after another.

Nima, it’s so embarrassing, Hui Hai took a peek at Chu Feng who was silent, straightened his face, and said to Su Shi: "The poor monk is just giving a chestnut. When did he say it was his own? Listen carefully, the following is the poor Dao’s self-written spring rain poem, two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river water warms the duck prophet. Artemisia argyi is all over the ground and the reed buds are short, just when the puffer fish is about to come.”

Su Shi looked at Hui Hai in astonishment, and after a while, he said, "This is Su's poem."

What, this is Su Shi's poem!

Embarrassment, capitalized embarrassment!

Hui Hai's face turned red all of a sudden.

Su Shi looked at Hui Hai suspiciously, there was something wrong with this monk.

"Hui Hai, you are so skinny, does your mother know?"

"Student Duxiu, sit down and let Huihai continue to embarrass herself, oh no, continue to pretend, ahaha, illiterate monk, I can't afford to hurt you"

Zhang Wei and the black cat teased.

"Master Huihai, don't talk nonsense, let me tell you something, a (jì) short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a stick (lí) helps me cross the east of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms wets my clothes, and the wind of willows blows my face. This is a poem written by monk Zhinan in the Southern Song Dynasty, so Su Shi must not have known about it.”

Xu Jiarong's delicate voice came.

"Thank you sister" thanked Xu Jiarong in his mind, Hui Hai laughed and said: "Just now, the poor monk joked with the benefactor, now it's officially started, listen carefully, the ancient wood is in the shade with a (jì) short canopy, and a stick (lí) supports it I cross the east side of the bridge. Zhanyi..."

After reading a poem, the suspicion on Su Shi's face disappeared without a trace.

"The benefactor thinks, how is this poor monk's poem better than yours, Mo Ting Chuan Lin Da Ye's voice?"

Su Shi said in his heart that it is good, but it is not too strong. Out of the principles of humility and courtesy, he said with a smile: "It is indeed a good poem."

After being recognized, Hui Hai breathed a sigh of relief, Nima, this pretense is so tiring.

No, I have to change the direction. A story about Su Shi flashed through my mind. Hui Hai smiled and said, "Benefactor, what do you think the poor monk looks like?"

Su Shi was about to speak when he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Foyin, and changed his words: "Master, you have big ears, a plump body, and a smile in your words, just like Maitreya Buddha."

Hui Hai said in his heart that Su Shi must have learned from the Buddha's seal and did the opposite. Today, the old monk will not let you do what you want.

"Although the poor monk is a monk, he has already entered the Taoist priest's school. Taoism talks about nature and truth. The poor monk just said it directly. The donor is like a pile of cow dung."

Su Shi looked at Hui Hai in surprise.

"You entered the Taoist gate?"

Hui Hai nodded. After what happened last time, he directly ignored the Buddhist revitalization system and joined Chu Feng's sect.

"you"

Su Shi looked at Hui Hai with a constipated face. In the original world, he said that the seal of Buddha is like cow dung. Buddhism teaches to see the nature of the mind, and he himself has become cow dung. Now this fat monk has entered the Taoism, speaking truth and nature, He's cow dung again.

"Hui Hai, it's alright, we've finally won the round."

"Hui Hai, I checked on the Internet. Su Shi is a good pretender. You believe that you will be rubbed on the ground again. Enough is enough."

The voices of Zhang Wei and the black cat came into my mind again.

"Benefactor, let's keep drinking, drinking"

Hui Hai picked up the wine glass again.

Su Shi is a person who can take jokes. Hearing this, he raised his glass.

(End of this chapter)