(In the new week, I will rush to the list and beg for an opportunity to update! Schools will start on September 1st, and the traffic will be messy. Readers and friends who have started school should be careful. It is not peaceful recently, and evil will be rampant - I will kill you!)

The stone road is not wide, and it is even narrower and crowded when there are many people, which is quite uncomfortable. Fortunately, this section of the road is not long, and it takes not long to climb halfway up the mountain. There is a wide area in front of it, and a temple is located among the ancient trees.

Chaoshan Temple is not large in size, with one main hall and two side halls. The main hall enshrined Buddha statues and received incense; the side hall on the left is a kitchen, with vegetarian food, of course you have to pay; the side hall on the right is a place for monks in the temple, and there are two rooms, so you can stay for pilgrims in need - you still have to pay.

When you enter the main hall, you will see a stone screen wall, carved with mountains, rivers, birds and insects, and the style is elegant. The left and right sides, and the walls are white, which is provided for literati and poets to write poems and lyrics.

Many scenic spots have such places, but not anyone can do it casually on it. It must be famous, or the things written are of high quality to stay on the wall. Otherwise, they will be wiped out as soon as they are finished.

There are several poems written on the wall on the right, including seven charlatans and seven verses, and the content is still acceptable. That's all; the wall on the left has a large piece of white space, with only one line of words, and the ink is refreshing. It is obvious that the author drank a few cups of wine while writing, and the wine was inspired to cook, and the dragon and snake became popular.

This word alone is enough to make people amazed and should be written by famous artists.

This is the one with the largest number of people stopping and watching. It can be described as "the viewer is like a blocked person". Each spectator is dressed in a blue shirt and a gentle man, and is very dedicated when appreciating the words. Some people can't help but shake their heads and chant softly:

"In the tiny land is made into a temple, and the poem says, "The bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple... Good words, so right!"

"There is no second couplet for three years, so it is definitely absolute."

"Split Cao Gong's great talents."

Everyone was stuttering and breathtakingly.

Chen Sanlang couldn't squeeze in, so he looked outside and smiled slightly: "Uncle Hua, let's go out."

Uncle Hua was stunned: "Young Master, you have come to the temple. How can you not bow and ask the Buddha to bless your future?"

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "There are too many people worshipping me. The Buddha is very busy and I don't know who to bless me. We should give it a purity."

Uncle Hua listened, his cheeks bulged: "Young Master said this inappropriately." He insisted that he must go and burn incense.

Chen Sanlang had no choice but to follow him to the hall surrounded by incense.

A group of people came out of it, encountered each other, looking at each other. What a coincidence, wasn’t it Qin Yushu? Four or five people were followed by, all scholars from Nanyang College.

"snort!"

When Qin Yushu saw Chen Sanlang, his face turned cold and he turned away directly.

Uncle Hua sighed: "Young Master, you have offended someone. Why don't I back up the gift and send it to you to get some?"

Chen Sanlang waved his hand: "There is no need for this at all."

Uncle Hua sighed again in his heart: The young master is still young and does not understand the way of social management. The master was very versatile at that time, so he could start his business.

After the incense came out, the crowd gathered under the wall increased and the atmosphere was very warm. It turned out that Qin Yushu walked to the wall and held up his pen to meet this absolutely.

Qin Yushu has a wide range of friends and many friends. At this time, everyone present cheered him up and praised him without blushing. The implication is nothing more than saying, "If you can match this, Qin Yushu will be the one who can match this."

Listening to the flattery, Qin Yushu enjoyed it very much, but his thoughts were condensed. The second couplet he had originally thought could not stand the scrutiny and could not take it out at all. So he could only hold up his pen, hesitate and never fall into it.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed, put down his pen, bowed with both hands, bowed to the people around him, and said with a shame: "It's hard, it's too difficult. Qin's talent is so scattered that he has nowhere to write. I feel ashamed to face everyone's expectations."

"well……"

A sigh came out, and soon a friend comforted him, saying that it was not that Qin Yushu was not talented, but that Cao Gong's first couplet was too amazing.

Everyone immediately agreed and said that even if Qin Yushu couldn't match it, he would be proud of his courage.

This is the circle, the circle of literati. They are used to holding their feet together, but they don’t care whether their feet are smelly or dirty. Anyway, they hold them in their arms, and they are their own family members. When they are blowing and reconciling, their fame will rise, so why not do it?

"So, sour, sour, sour, sour! It's so right, sour!"

Suddenly, a very disharmonious voice sounded, attracting countless people's attention.

This is a Taoist priest, a very young Taoist priest, with a Taoist bun and a tree branch; the Taoist robe on his body is dirty and has not been washed for a long time, and it is stuck with a layer of greasy, and even the gossip patterns on the robe appear blurred.

But his face was washed very clean, his eyebrows were very dark and thick, like two swords.

It is an incredible strange thing to appear in the temple. Since ancient times, Taoism and Buddhism have not been in contact with each other, and they have made great prejudices. Whether it is a Taoist priest in the temple or a monk in the Taoist temple, it means that they have to fight each other.

Soon, two young monks rushed over and shouted to the Taoist priest: "Where are you from the wild Taoist priests? How dare you come to the mountain temple to scatter wildly, go out quickly."

Two hundred years ago, when the Xia Yu Dynasty was first established, a monk came from the Western Regions, carrying scriptures on white horses, traveling thousands of miles to preach the world.

The teachings opened the door to convenience, soothe the suffering of sentient beings, talked about cause and effect, and became popular with people's hearts. In less than fifty years, temples were built in many places in the nine prefectures and counties.

Since the founding of Emperor Wu of Ming Dynasty, the court has always respected Buddhism. Although Taoism, which is born and raised in the world, has gradually been replaced by Buddhism. Its influence is not as good as before in the secular world.

In the eyes of monks, they felt that they were one level higher than Taoist priests. Taoist priests could marry their wives without quitting meat. They were very lazy. What kind of sect is it?

The two young monks were not polite and reached out to push the Taoist priest to drive him out. Unexpectedly, their faces turned red, and the other party seemed to have roots and remained motionless.

"Demon Dao, you wait..."

The monk knew something was wrong, so he left a harsh word and ran to the backyard to bring reinforcements. But for some reason, the reinforcements were not seen for a long time.

“It’s very boring.”

After waiting for a while, the young Taoist priest shrugged his shoulders with a very unreasonable look, and swaggered out of the temple, leaving nowhere in a blink of an eye.

"This mad Taoist."

A scholar cursed in disappointment.

Feeling that his face was damaged, Qin Yushu was in a very bad mood and did not want to stay in the temple anymore. When he turned around, he saw Chen Sanlang standing there with a smile on his face and looking at the fun. Qin Yushu felt even more frustrated, and he had nowhere to exude his resentment. He scolded: "Chen Daoyuan, you can't even pass the exam for the Tongsheng exam, do you want to come and have a right couple? People are more proud of themselves, so they are embarrassed."

After being scolded for no reason, Chen Sanlang was not willing to be outdone: "Senior Qin, you are a student at Nanyang College, and you have never met you."

When he was poked into the sore spot, Qin Yushu almost jumped up, not caring about superficial etiquette, pointed at Chen Sanlang and scolded: "You ungrateful guy, you dare to contradict me!"

Chen Sanlang laughed: "Senior Qin, what is kindness? Please look down on others and teach others a lesson by chance. Think carefully, you are not my one. If you are shameless, don't be afraid of pain when you are slapped in the face."

"you."

Qin Yushu was so angry that he was good at reading poetry and books, but he was weak in refuting and had little experience. If he was really forced to do so, he would be polite.

However, his friend and his friends stopped doing it. He soon learned from the people who knew the situation. The people who were in aware of the situation were in a state of affairs. They were in a state of turmoil and wanted to drown the Chen Sanlang who did not understand the rules of the circle.

The so-called criticism of the words and writing is also very powerful, not to mention that so many mouths and so many tongues do not give Chen Sanlang any chance to refute.

The overwhelming criticism shocked Uncle Hua: I thought it was awful, and the young master wanted to get rid of his skin.

Some scholars from wealthy families followed the servants of the book boys and servants. Seeing this, they began to roll up their sleeves and rub their hands. As long as the master gave the order, they would pounce on them and teach Chen Sanlang a good lesson.

"It's bitter!"

Something was not good. Uncle Hua looked at the young master's figure and looked at his old bones. No matter how much he weighed it, he would definitely not be his opponent. He really didn't expect to come to the temple to worship a stick of incense, but it caused a huge storm.

"Young Master, run first, I'll block the door."

He whispered in Chen Sanlang's ear, asking him to leave first.

Chen Sanlang raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing, and suddenly stepped up and walked to the wall.

A wooden table erected in front of the wall, with four treasures of the study placed on it. It was prepared for Qin Yushu before, but he never wrote ink, and the pen was placed there, and the ink on the tip was still thick.

Chen Sanlang reached out to pick up the pen, holding it very steadily, without thinking at all, picked up the pen and wrote it on the blank space on the wall:

"Two trees form a forest, and the forest is prohibited. The prohibited words are: the axe is pounded and the forest is in time."

This is a line of regular script, each character is written in a straightforward manner, with a strong and very spiritual stroke. It is closely adjacent to the upper couplet of Cao Gong, echoing each other, and it looks like a complete pair:

The first couplet: Inch of land is a temple, and the poem is written next to the temple. The poem says: The bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple; the second couplet: Two trees form a forest, and the forest is prohibited, and the prohibited words: Axe and pound are used to enter the mountains and forests at the same time.

A perfect match, perfect match.

Chen Sanlang met with the absolute decisiveness of Cao Gong.

This was something that many scholars present had never thought of. It was purely an accident. They were stunned for a moment, silently looking at the two lines of words on the wall, and all kinds of feelings came to their hearts, and they generally felt uncomfortable.

The name of Cao Gong is absolutely the ancient temple. This is a major reason why many literati and poets come to Chaoshan Temple. Over time, it has gradually become a habit. Many scholars have a hope in their hearts, hoping that they can match it, and then become famous, and even get the favor of Cao Gong, and embark on a bright future.

But now, being absolutely matched is equivalent to failing hope. How can we not feel disappointed? What is even more unacceptable is that the one who matches absolutely is Chen Sanlang...

"Hey, where are the people?"
Chapter completed!