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Chapter 32 "Worth the Tathagata and Not the Qing"

Ye Mosheng ignored it.

get out pen and paper

Start writing quietly.

Many tourists around also began to watch.

Ye Mosheng quietly exchanged "Worth the Tathagata, Live the Qing".

The reputation value immediately decreased by 1 million.

pen
"Beauties are not born from the mother's womb, they should grow from the peach blossom tree." The two girls were shocked when they saw Ye Mosheng's words. This? This?
And the onlookers were also full of excitement. This was obviously a good start, and they felt right for Youpin.

"I hate that peach blossoms fall easily, but falling flowers are more affectionate than you." That's right.

In the strong atmosphere of poetry in Longguo, and at the time of the Dasang Wangpo poetry competition, writing poems on the spot immediately attracted a large number of people to watch,
Listening to the sound of admiration inside, there are more and more people onlookers.

At this time, a sweet voice came.

"Hello everyone, I'm Shishi. They say that many poets have come to the Dasang Wangpo Poetry Contest recently. It's very lively in front of it. I have learned that there are people who write poems on the spot. If you want to see it, you will deduct 1. On Shishi, you have to squeeze your life away." Go in and serve everyone." Since the last live broadcast of Bai Feiyan, Eleven's popularity has increased a lot compared to before, and now it barely ranks in the top [-].The income is also considerable, and the smile on Eleven's face is much more.

"1"

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"Eleventh, as a fan of poetry and Bai Zizai, you want to see it yourself."

"Wrong, Eleven has never said that she is a fan of Bai Zizai, she just likes his poems"

"Is there any difference, you need to know Aiwu and Wu"

"Haha, I'm not a fan of Bai Zizai, but I am a fan of Stranger. That three-line poem has fascinated me until now. What should I do?" Eleven said in a timely manner.

"Yeah, I was tricked by you. By the way, you are too unprofessional on Eleventh. You haven't found a stranger until now. If you don't find me, you will cancel the pass."

"Me too"

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"... "

"Don't be like this, everyone. I have worked very hard. Do you know what clue I got?"

"what clue"

"Sakura, where is the most famous place?"

"Of course it's Jiangcheng, you mean?"

"That's right, the most famous talents in Jiangcheng are the Four Heroes of Jiangcheng. Did you find anything?"

Soon some netizens turned into analysis emperors
"The truth seems to be revealed soon: one of the four heroes of Jiangcheng is in the National Jiangcheng University, named Ye Mosheng, named Ye Mosheng, named Ye Mosheng, important information is said three times."

"I'll go, the big talent upstairs."

"As expected of Brother Sha."

"I'm going, it turns out that the great god can't tolerate sand in his eyes."

Eleven, who analyzed Emperor's speech, didn't notice it.

It was hard to squeeze in. Being a beauty always has a lot of privileges, and it is impossible to get in as someone else. The most important thing is that the eleventh is live, and people are more self-conscious.

"Hi everyone, this is the author who wrote the poem. He looks very handsome and his handwriting is also very beautiful. You will meet again in the next life, and you will be a young man in Yushu. You don't care about birth and death and impermanence, but turn to death one by one. You are extremely smart and wise. , I sigh that he is always at a loss here. The writing is really good, my God, I feel that a masterpiece is about to be born." Eleven was attracted in an instant.

A rocket takes off.

"Anchor, I'm going to reward you. You shoot well and read well. No one can see clearly."

Followed by a wave of gifts.They all require the anchor to do a good job in the role of "live mobile phone holder and propagandist".

"Hi, I'm the Penguin host Eleven, can I broadcast your poem live?" Eleven asked cautiously.After all, the live broadcast needs the consent of the other party.

Ye Mosheng glanced at the cute and sweet girl in front of him, and nodded without leaving any trace.Ever since he knew that he had fans, Ye Mosheng no longer rejected the opportunity to attract fans.

Just now I spent 1000 million fame, the more exposed, the more people follow, the higher the fame value, with the works of the previous life, the more followers I get, I can redeem more works and attract more Fans, get more fame, get more works... It seems to be a virtuous circle.This business is okay, but it sounds like an addict to attract fans.

As a result, there were only eleven voices left in the crowd. The mandarin was very standard, the voice was very penetrating, the voice was sweet and beautiful, and it was worthy of being an anchor.

"If you want to go to the jungle with a bowl, but you are also in love with the beauty.

Sit quietly and practice the opening of the eyes of Dharma, and pray for the three treasures to descend to the spirit platform, "

As the Shi Nian's poems spread, more and more people gathered, and so did the voices of discussion.

[Why do I feel that this poem is so like a portrayal of Dasang Wangpo himself.Rumor has it that Dasang Wangpo is a lama. ]
[I feel the same way, this young man is so awesome]

Mo Yiyi and Ye Ning'er didn't blink.

At this moment, Ye Mosheng was somewhat in the mood.

"I once worried that being passionate would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be able to fall in love with the city."

This episode vividly writes the emotional contradictions of a Buddhist man.

"Feiyan, your brother has arrived in Tibet. It's at the Celebrity Square in Tibet. Do you want to go?"

"You go, I'm not free." Bai Feiyan didn't know why since that live broadcast, she kept entering the eleven live broadcast room from time to time.But every time it is invisible.

Not for anything else, just because the interpretation of the three-line poem was in the live broadcast room on Eleven.

Today, I accidentally saw someone writing a poem downstairs, so I planned to stay for a while, but I didn't expect to encounter a very good work.It's just that there are too many people around, and I can't see being a poet.

The verses read slowly in eleven mouths, like magic, made Bai Feiyan feel more and more the contradiction between love and belief of Buddhists.They are human beings, and they are equally sentient.But he had to let go of that love and bury it in his heart. Perhaps Dasang Wangpo was in that mood, and the poems he wrote could be spread. How could the poems downstairs be in such a mood?Could it be that he is also a lama, a Buddhist who is in pain between love and faith.

And on the Internet, countless people watched the boy who wrote the pen through the eleventh live broadcast room.

Countless people called their friends to watch the young Tibetans composing poems on the spot, comparable to masters.

At one time, the number of people in the live broadcast room on [-] was the same as last time, and the number of people began to rise linearly.

On the third floor of the Tibetan Poetry Pavilion, an old man was watching everything downstairs.

"It's him." The old man took a sip of tea lightly.

"Grandpa, do you know him?" Remember what I told you when I came back, "Every day is blue.

"You mean?"

"Well, this kid has a good disposition, and he opened his mouth to write poems. At that time, he felt extraordinary."

"Yeah, look at this poem he wrote." The woman opened the eleventh live broadcast room, and the current popularity has reached 180 million.

"Okay, it's really a good poem, a fine piece, and it's a top choice, it's rare to see it in ten years."

"Grandpa is rare for you to have such a high evaluation."

More and more people gathered around to watch, and more and more people took pictures with their mobile phones or uploaded videos to the website.

For a while, Ye Mosheng was ranked among the top ten most searched on Weibo

"A genius poet appeared in Zangshi Pavilion in Tibet, and the writing style made the master sigh."

...

Ye Mosheng stretched his wrist, he hadn't written for a long time, especially when he was in full view, it felt much more strenuous than usual.

Hanshui moistens the ends of the hair, well, it’s too empty, it’s really too empty, is it true?

This poem is so long, really tiring.

Finally wrote the last sentence.Ask Cangyang Gyatso which line Ye Mosheng likes the most in his love poems, and it is definitely this line.Although it is different from their own emotional experience, it does not prevent people from feeling the emotion in it.That kind of helplessness and heartache.

hold hand, pen down

The sound of eleven followed
"The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata or your Qing."

With a bang, Eleven felt incomparably contradictory emotions, sadness, and helplessness flooded him like a tide, and tears burst out.

There are many women who are as sad as Eleven. Mo Yiyi, Bai Feiyan, the women around Professor Huang, etc. can't stop crying.

"It's so beautiful, it's so desolate."

"It turns out that the Buddha used to have affection and love, but he always gave up when he wanted to move forward."

"Yeah, how can there be such a way to have the best of both worlds. I can't live up to the Buddha in my heart, and I can't let down the her in my heart."

"A sentence of "Being worthy of the Tathagata and being worthy of your honor" is the voice of so many people. Living in this world, how can everything go well, but if you want to live up to you, you will truly live up to you."

"Who is he, he is very young in the video, how did he come to have so many emotions."

Mo Yiyi and Ye Ning'er stared blankly at the boy in front of them, far away and lofty.They know that the boy in front of them is not a Buddhist, but how to write such a perfect expression of the spiritual struggle.

Professor Huang of the Tibetan Poetry Pavilion sighed slightly, this poem is by no means an ordinary masterpiece, I am afraid it is not inferior to the best.

The last sentence is like a sublimation, which raises this poem to a whole new level.

After Ye Mosheng took out his phone and turned on the author, he took a photo, uploaded it and signed it, and left with the girls quickly.

His works are held in Mo Yiyi's hands like rare treasures.

When Eleven came back to his senses, Ye Mosheng had disappeared.

Girls screamed from many places outside the live broadcast room, "Ah, another guy who lied to tears, it's over, I like this too, what should I do."

　[The world is peaceful and full of the law, not to the Tathagata and not to the Qing]

　　How many people like this poem?
　　I was in high school when I first met

　　fell in love at first sight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)