Chapter 348

Under the Wofo Mountain.

There were many tourists and vendors shouting, it was very lively.

On the steps leading up the mountain, there were even more people and noise.

Some were alone, some were with their families; some were in pairs; some were in groups of three or five, calling friends.

Many vendors were selling colorful windmills, sugar figurines, kites, etc., attracting many children and girls to stop and pester adults to buy them.

The carriage stopped at the intersection outside.

Nangong Meijiao led the Qin family and came to the steps leading up the mountain with ease.

The lively atmosphere eased the depressed and uneasy mood of the Qin family.

Seeing that this group of people were dressed in luxurious clothes and had guards with them, the tourists took the initiative to make way for them, and those vendors who stopped tourists on the roadside to shout about the goods in their hands also took the initiative to retreat.

Nangong Meijiao had a cold face and walked in front, with an imposing manner.

The tourists only took a glance and timidly moved their eyes away.

Everyone has their own aura.

Some are weak, some are strong.

People living at the bottom of society have the weakest aura, and are the most inferior and timid in their bones; while those who are in high positions or born into aristocracy, as well as those who are powerful, naturally have a strong aura, which makes people intimidated and unconsciously feel guilty and timid.

After they passed by, the tourists behind them dared to talk in a low voice.

"I wonder which wealthy family in Kyoto is going on a trip. Even their maids are dressed brightly and beautifully, and they are all as beautiful as flowers..."

"I'm afraid it's not just a wealthy family. It looks like a noble from the inner city..."

Listening to the discussion behind her, Song Ruyue was not happy but worried. She couldn't help but whispered, "Master, when can we move into the inner city?"

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, he said, "You have to ask Chuan'er and Qingzhou, or Lang'er. I have no hope, I can only count on them."

Song Ruyue pouted and said nothing.

I wanted to blame him for resigning his title, but after thinking about it, if he didn't resign his title, his family wouldn't be able to come to Kyoto.

A meritorious family with a title can't just move their family.

"Tanghulu, Tanghulu! Sweet and crispy Tanghulu..."

A dark-skinned girl with long braids and a floral dress on the side of the road was holding a pole in her arms, which was full of bright red and tempting Tanghulu, and she was shouting crisply.

A gray-haired old man sat behind her, occasionally shouting a few times.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and asked, "Who wants Tanghulu?"

Bailing was the first to raise her hand and said, "I eat it, I eat it! Brother-in-law, I eat it!"

Luo Qingzhou said, "Then you go buy it, and buy a string for everyone by the way."

Bailing: "..."

"Humph! Brother-in-law is so stingy!"

She pouted, with a face full of resentment.

Luo Qingzhou walked over, took out the silver, bought eight strings, and then took it back and distributed it to Xiaodie, Qiu'er, Zhu'er, Mei'er, the second lady, and handed it to Xia Chan.

There were still two strings left in his hand.

He handed one of the bunches to Bailing and asked, "Are you still stingy, sir?"

Bailing immediately snatched it away, smiling, "No, sir, you know your mistakes and can correct them. I forgive you."

As he said that, he bit off one with a "crackling" sound, squinting his eyes with sweetness, revealing sweet dimples on his face, looking cute and silly.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Miss Qin next to her, hesitated for a moment, handed over the last bunch, and said, "Miss, do you want to eat it?"

Qin Jianjia shook her head slightly, her expression cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, and just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a "cough" sound suddenly came from the front.

Song Ruyue: "Cough, cough, cough."

Luo Qingzhou took a look ahead and then reacted. He quickly took the last string and handed it to the Nangong Princess, saying, "Princess, this is for you."

Nangong Meijiao said coldly, "I don't want to eat it."

Luo Qingzhou took it back and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly heard another "cough" next to him.

Song Ruyue looked cold and glared at him, saying, "Ahem!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He froze for a moment before he really reacted. He quickly handed over the last string in his hand and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want to eat it?"

"Hmph!"

Song Ruyue snatched it and walked quickly in front, muttering, "You have no sense."

Qin Wenzheng couldn't help but mutter, "You are so old, and you still eat this kind of thing."

Song Ruyue turned around and said, "Master, what do you mean? Do you dislike my age? I'm only 29 this year!"

Qin Wenzheng was stunned and asked in confusion, "Twenty-nine? Why do I remember that you were 29 two years ago?"

Song Ruyue glared at him, her face full of resentment.

Miss Qin Er quickly suppressed her laughter and said, "Dad, you remembered it wrong. Mom is only 29 this year."

Qin Wenzheng looked at her suspiciously and muttered, "Not really."

Luo Qingzhou also quickly said, "I don't think so either. Mother-in-law doesn't look like 29 at all."

Song Ruyue stared at him with her eyes blazing.

Luo Qingzhou continued, "Just now, when mother-in-law and Miss Er were walking together, I heard a tourist say, "Look, the sisters are so beautiful." Mother-in-law looks so young, like 20, at most 25."

"Puchi..."

Miss Qin Er covered her mouth and laughed.

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked serious, glanced at him angrily and said, "Huh, I'm getting more and more skilled at flattery."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked forward, suddenly grinning and snickering.

The group continued to climb the steps.

Qin Chuan walked at the back, looking around warily. He looked menacing and wanted to fight with someone.

Many tourists saw that these female relatives were all fair-skinned and beautiful, and they couldn't help but want to take a few more glances. When he glared at them, they immediately walked away in fright.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, two roads suddenly appeared in front of us.

One path goes straight up, leading to the temple at the peak; the other path extends to the right, leading to the temple where Shanyue comes out.

Nangong Meijiao explained in a low voice: "Although these two temples are both Jinchan Temple, the buildings and people inside are very different. The Jinchan Temple on the top of the mountain is where the monks really practice. It is quiet and quiet, with a strong Buddhist atmosphere. The one at the center of the mountain is specially used for tourists and pilgrims to offer incense and make wishes. There are many people, but there are usually no eminent monks there. "

Qin Wenzheng asked: "That Master Wukong should be up there, right?"

Nangong Meijiao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know either. My father came to ask last time, but he didn't ask anything."

The two of them were talking in low voices and walking up the stairs when two monks in gray robes suddenly walked down from above.

One of the burly monks lowered his head and said: "Amitabha, if you want to offer incense, please go through the road on the right."

Qin Wenzheng quickly raised his hands and said, "You are polite, little master. We are not here to offer incense. My little daughter is suffering from a disease and has been treated by countless doctors but there is no cure. Therefore, I want to go up and see Master Wukong from your temple. I hope he can Can you help me take a look?"

"Master Wukong?"

When the two monks heard this, they looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

The burly monk put his palms together and said, "Donor, I don't have the Master Wukong you are looking for in this temple. If you want to worship Buddha and pray for blessings, please go to the temple on the right, where you can burn incense and make wishes, and pray for your daughter to be cured of illness."

Qin Wenzheng frowned and glanced at the princess next to him.

Nangong Meijiao said: "I came with my father a few days ago, and we went to the temple above. Today we also want to go up there and see it. I hope the two young masters can be accommodating. Even if there is no Master Wukong above, we I also want to ask other elders."

Both monks bowed their heads and clasped their hands together and said, "Amitabha, the elder of our temple, never meets outsiders."

The burly monk still raised his hand to guide, and said politely but sternly: "Dear donors, let's go to the temple on the right."

Nangong Meijiao suddenly became angry: "I am the princess of Nanguo County Prince's Mansion. My father and I just came here a few days ago, why are we not allowed to go up today?"

The burly monk still lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "Donor, you really can't do it today, so please come back."

Nangong Meijiao's eyes turned cold, and she placed her hand on the middle of the moon.

Qin Wenzheng said quickly: "Meijiao, forget it, let's go to the nearby temple first."

This girl seemed to be a little impulsive. If she couldn't help but take action, it might not be as simple as being unable to cure her illness.

The background of Jin Chan Temple is so big that even the Nangong County Prince's Palace doesn't take these two little road-keeping monks seriously. If this girl causes trouble, I'm afraid the Nanguo County Prince will also be implicated.

When the time comes, the Qin family will be unable to escape the blame.

Qin Weimo also said softly: "Sister Meijiao, don't embarrass the two young masters, let's go down."

Another younger monk, seeing her pale face and looking frail and delicate, could not help but feel sympathy in his heart, and said warmly: "Donors, please don't be surprised. It is true that there are regulations in the temple. If we let you go up, we will Regardless of being punished, you still can’t get in. There are still several senior brothers guarding the door.”

Qin Wenzheng cupped his hands and said, "May I ask my little master, how can I get up there?"

The young monk said: "Unless there are other senior brothers and uncles who know each other and can personally respond, or are invited by elders. There is another way. There is a Buddha chanting wall at the entrance of the temple below. If any of you can leave good pictures or paintings on the wall, If the poems and poems are appreciated by Master Huiming and brought to the temple for collection, you will also be invited to go up there."

When Qin Wenzheng heard this, his heart moved. He pondered for a moment, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, little master. Let's go down and have a look."

The two monks bowed their heads and clasped their hands: "Donor, please go slowly."

The group had no choice but to turn around, go down a distance, and walk to the road on the right.

After they walked away, the burly monk Fang sneered: "Why bother talking nonsense with them? Not everyone dares to scribble on the Buddha chanting wall. If you don't do it well and anger Master Huiming, I'm afraid it's another scolding. It's not like you don't know what kind of hope they have, Uncle Huiming. It would be better not to tell them and just refuse."

The young monk sighed and said, "The female donor seemed to be dying soon. She was so pitiful that I couldn't help but say a few more words."

The burly monk said: "Your destiny is determined by heaven, so why worry about it."

The young monk wondered: "The Master Wukong they are talking about does not seem to exist in our temple. I have never heard of it. I don't know where they heard it."

The burly monk said: "I have never heard of it. I probably just found a reason to go up and have a look, so I ignored it."

Qin Wenzheng led a group of people and walked towards the road on the right.

The road ahead began to widen, and there were many tourists on the road. Those who went there were carrying large and small bags in their hands, while those who returned only had a lucky bag in their hands, but their faces were full of peace and hope.

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Before reaching the temple gate, we suddenly heard cheers from the front.

The Qin family looked up and saw a stone Buddha statue more than ten meters high sitting on the left side outside the temple gate.

The Buddha statue lowered its head, and a two-meter-high bluestone wall stood below it.

At this time, the wall was full of people, cheering loudly and looking quite excited.

Qin Wenzheng immediately led everyone over.

As soon as he got closer, he suddenly heard a burst of angry curses: "What a bullshit spring flowers, autumn moons, and jade faces, get out of here!"

In front of the wall, a young man in a Confucian robe was holding a wolf-hair brush and standing there with a stiff expression on his face.

The crowd that was cheering just now suddenly fell silent.

A tall middle-aged monk was cursing while picking up a bucket and splashing water on the stone wall, then picked up a big brush and brushed the ink that had just fallen on the wall.

Soon, the wall was brand new again.

"Get out!"

The middle-aged monk had a face full of flesh and glared at the young man in the Confucian robe.

The wolf hair in the young man's hand trembled slightly, his face flushed, and he said angrily: "As a monk, how can you speak dirty words? This poem of mine..."

"What kind of shit poem? I think it's shit!"

The middle-aged monk said bluntly.

The young scholar was trembling with anger, his face full of humiliation and anger, pointing at him and saying: "You...you..."

"Bang!"

The middle-aged monk smashed a piece of the edge of the stone wall with a punch, and said with wide eyes: "What about me?"

"..."

The young scholar was immediately startled and dared not say another word. He turned around trembling and ran away.

The crowd suddenly heard a burst of ridicule and laughter.

"He can't write a poem, but he still wants to make a fool of himself. He makes the master spend more effort to clean up. It's embarrassing."

"He has no self-awareness. Is this a place where he can scribble? Even the great talent dare not write casually, for fear of being laughed at. What kind of person is he?"

The crowd was mocking and talking, and seemed to have forgotten the booing and cheering just now.

Anyway, they just came to watch the fun, and they were naturally happy to see the scholars make a fool of themselves.

There were several scholars from other places standing next to them. They were just about to show off their skills and leave their writings on the wall. Seeing this scene, they dared not go forward again.

The onlookers turned their heads and looked at them and other scholars in Confucian robes, as if they wanted to find the next target to watch the fun.

Seeing this, the scholars hurriedly left.

The middle-aged monk with a hot temper glanced at them, walked to the Buddha statue on the side, leaned there, and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing that no one dared to come forward, the onlookers waited for a while before dispersing in disappointment.

Qin Wenzheng looked at the stone wall for a while, then looked at the monk with a face full of flesh, and remained silent.

Song Ruyue glanced at someone, and although she was about to speak, she did not dare to say anything.

Soon, the tourists dispersed.

The Qin family stood alone in front of the stone wall, with sad faces.

Miss Qin Er said softly: "Dad, let's go to the temple here to burn incense."

Qin Wenzheng was silent for a while, turned around and said: "Let's go."

Song Ruyue opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but stopped, and finally did not speak.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly said: "I can try."

As soon as this was said, everyone stopped and looked at him.

Qin Wenzheng frowned and said, "Qingzhou, don't worry. Let's go to the temple in front and take a look. Write it down after you think it through. If you really don't have it, it doesn't matter. We can think of other ways."

Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Father-in-law, I'd better try it first."

The monk who was leaning against the stone statue with his eyes closed seemed to have heard his words. He opened his eyes and said sinisterly, "Boy, you can try it, but you can wipe the wall yourself after the try. If you don't wipe it clean, my fist as big as a sandbag will leave a mark on your face."

Song Ruyue hurriedly said, "Qingzhou, forget it, you'd better think about it again. Let's come back later."

Luo Qingzhou looked at the monk and said, "If the master is not satisfied, I will wipe it off myself."

The middle-aged monk sneered, looked at him sideways and said, "I'm not satisfied now! All day long, a bunch of clowns with no self-awareness come to embarrass themselves. Do you think you're great just because you can write some rubbish poetry? Don't give up. Take a pee and look in the mirror to see what you look like, what you write is all nonsense, it makes me sick just looking at it..."

Luo Qingzhou ignored his yelling and turned around and said, "Qiu'er, study ink."

When Qiu'er came out, she took pen, ink, paper and inkstone with her.

Upon hearing this, Qiu'er glanced at him and immediately took out a pen and inkstone from the package, and then took out an ink stick.

The middle-aged monk's curses became more and more unpleasant, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he was venting the anger he had been holding in for a long time.

When the tourists who had just dispersed heard the scolding, they immediately gathered around like flies that had smelled the smell of blood.

Luo Qingzhou looked calm, picked up the pen, and walked to the wall.

Qiu'er also carried the inkstone, walked over, and stood beside him, slowly studying the ink in her hands. Seeing more and more people watching, she suddenly felt uneasy.

Qin Wenzheng and others also had uneasy looks on their faces.

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink, pondered for a moment, dropped the pen and ink on the stone wall, and began to write.

Qin Weimo stood there delicately and delicately, staring closely at the delicate and powerful fonts.

Among the crowd of onlookers, there were several scholars who couldn't help but read out when they saw this.

"It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side..."

"Different are the distance, the distance and the height..."

"I don't know the true face of Foshan..."

"Just because I am in this mountain..."

Luo Qingzhou finished it in one breath and quickly wrote a song.

After several scholars finished reading, they all frowned and chewed.

The onlookers listened and were all talking about it.

"What do you mean by looking horizontally and vertically? What do you mean by far, near, high and low, in the clouds and mist, and what are you writing about?"

"Although I heard it clearly, I didn't understand it..."

Everyone was pointing and talking.

One of the scholars looked at him and praised: "What a wonderful poem! This is a..."

"Look, he's still writing the second song!"

Everyone's faces were full of surprise, and they immediately fell silent, staring intently at the young scholar's writing.

"The Golden Cicada Temple on the Reclining Buddha Mountain..."

"I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises..."

"Don't be afraid of the clouds covering your eyes..."

"The body of origin is at the highest level..."

After one of the scholars finished reading, the middle-aged monk, who was still leaning against the Buddha statue with his eyes closed and sneered, frowned and opened his eyes.

Immediately, he walked over, stood in front of the stone wall, and stared at it.

"Look! There's a third song!"

"This young man is so brave, he actually wants to write three songs in a row!"

Everyone looked surprised.

Qin Wenzheng and others also held their breaths, with a look of surprise on their faces.

A scholar stared closely at the third piece, and his heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to be witnessing the birth of an extraordinary miracle today.

"The mountain is near, the moon is far away, and the moon is small..."

"By the way, this mountain is larger than the moon..."

"If someone's eyes were as big as the sky..."

"When you see that the mountains are higher and the moon is wider..."

Luo Qingzhou finished writing it in one breath, and just when he was about to mention his name at the end, the middle-aged monk suddenly shouted angrily: "What a bullshit poem! Clean it up for me!"

"Crack!"

A crisp sound!

As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a hand suddenly slapped him hard on the back of his shiny head, causing him to somersault and fall to the ground with a "bang"!

"Fuck you...Master...Uncle Master..."

The middle-aged monk looked back, the anger on his face suddenly stiffened, he hurriedly got up, and said with a flattering look on his face: "Uncle Master, why did you come out in person?"

A tall and thin old monk in gray robes with gray eyebrows suddenly appeared silently, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, a solemn look between his eyebrows.

The solemnity soon turned into shock, and then it turned into thinking.

"Uncle, you..."

"Crack!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk came closer, the kind-hearted old monk suddenly slapped him hard and flew him away, and then shouted angrily: "Stupid thing! If I don't come out, you will destroy my temple." A rare treasure that has been passed down through the ages! Come here, lift up this wall, and send it to the mountain quickly!"

The middle-aged monk was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. He jumped up from the ground in a hurry. Then, with everyone's stunned expressions, he walked to the stone wall and suddenly let out a low roar. He was pulled up from the ground and put on his shoulders!

The old monk reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the three poems on the wall, then walked up to the young man, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "Young Master, if it is convenient, you can still Please follow the poor monk up the mountain to get together. The poor monk has some questions and wants to ask the young master for advice."

After saying that, he lowered his head again, crescent moon deeply to beg.

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