Chapter 122: Who will compete with me if you take a million pens? (2)

The floating snow powder was flying all over the sky, and the three of them supported each other in the wind and snow. The pedestrians on the street shrank their heads and necks and trotted in a hurry. Han Mu held two warm little hands while holding two warm little hands, not afraid of the snowflakes and cold wind.

"What do you think the snowflakes in the sky look like?" Han Mu suddenly asked.

Zhang Tongyun laughed "Puchi" and said, "Someone has asked Sister Yun about this question long ago? Isn't it true that you ask again now?"

Han Muqi said: "Who has ever asked this question? Is your brother Zhang Xuan?"

Xie Daoyun spat and said, "Can you say less stingy?"

Han Mu squeezed her little hand tightly and smiled, "Okay, Sister Yun tells me, what's the story here?"

Xie Daoyun gave him a blank look in the masked gauze and said, "That was the year before yesterday, and it was also the same as now. It was snowing heavily; Xiaoxuan and San Uncle I were enjoying the snow in the flower hall. Uncle San suddenly asked, 'What's the point of heavy snow like?'"

Han Mu smiled and said, "That's the adoptive father who is testing you."

Xie Daoyuan said: "Yes, Xiaoxuan and I both knew that it was the third uncle who was testing us, so Xiaoxuan replied, "It's okay to sprinkle salt in the air." Uncle San was very dissatisfied, scolded him a few words and asked me again."

Han Mu said: "The talented woman must have answered wonderfully."

Zhang Tongyun said, "That's natural. Sister Yun thought for a moment and replied, 'Nothing is better than willow catkins rising because of the wind', and then Master Xie couldn't stop smiling."

Han Mu murmured, "There is nothing like willow catkins rising from the wind... It's really a good image, a metaphor, and full of charm." Then he looked at the flying snow in the sky being rolled up by the wind and floating in the streets and alleys, and he felt even more vivid.

Xie Daoyun saw his sincere appreciation and felt sweet in her heart; her little hand held his warm big hand and asked playfully: "If it were you, how should you answer?"

Han Mu was depressed, why did it come to his head again? His ink was about to be emptied by these talented women; but seeing the two peerless beauties looking at him with their little faces raised, waiting for their answers. At this time, there is ink to be applied, and ink to be added without ink to create ink.

So he looked around and scraped his stomach and said, "'It's just like a goddess scattering flowers', I wonder if this sentence is right?"

Zhang Tongyun chanted, "What does it look like when the heavy snow is falling? It's better to sprinkle salt in the air than willow catkins because of the wind, just like when a goddess scatters flowers." After chanting, he smiled and said, "Han Mu is called Shicai, but he is not inferior to Sister Yun."

Xie Daoyuan's eyes shot out from behind the veil, and she smiled and said, "The gods are flying outside the sky, and she has the best imagination. Han Mu is a great talent."

Han Mu's face turned red, and he secretly broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "You've been through the test." But he said unyieldingly: "If it weren't for a talented man, how could he dare to be a talented woman?"

Zhang Tongyun broke away from Han Mu's hand, spread his arms and ran in the flying snow. Han Mu and Xie Daoyuan suddenly stood up, looked at each other, and chased them closely.

In the next three days, Xie Daoyun carefully copied the "Futu Sutra" in Han Mu's large study without leaving the house, and even did not leave the study room. Han Mu advised her not to work so hard, and what's wrong with delaying for a day or two?

Xie Daoyun shook her head and said, "I promised someone else's affairs. How can I delay my time? You can do your own business, and the girls will accompany me."

Han Mu had no choice but to go to court in a regular manner and go to the Inner Guard Mansion to work.

News about Jiankang City has spread in the past few days. First, the news that Xie Dacai Woman handwritten the "Futu Sutra" and gave it to the treasures of Wa Cang Temple was hyped up; then another explosive news sensation across the city: the great painter Gu Kaizhi was painting behind closed doors at Wa Cang Temple, painting a portrait of the Buddhist sage layman Vimalakirti. On the day the portrait is completed, several pilgrims can watch it in the final touch, but donations ranging from 200,000 to 10,000 yuan can be allowed to be viewed in close proximity.

As soon as these two news came out, it added endless vitality to the winter in Jiankang City. Everyone rushed to Xie Mansion, Han Mansion and Wa Chou Temple to inquire, hoping to confirm the news.

In the Wa Coffin Temple, everyone saw the thick curtains in front of the screen wall, and someone was indeed painting; Huiyuan, who was interested in burning fire in the temple, confirmed the news that Gu Kaizhi was painting in the temple.

Those who came to Xie’s Mansion and Han’s Mansion to inquire about the news only received a reply from ‘to be cleared after three days’. But the more this happens, the more the authenticity of the news is confirmed.

The nobles who are interested in making friends with Gu Kaizhi are ready to prepare money for the portrait to be revealed.

Some of the self-proclaimed romantic and handsome young men, Wang Sun Guizhou, also hoped to see Xie Daoyun, perhaps God would take good care of him, and this number one talented woman in the Jin Dynasty could see her at a glance, and she would enjoy the world's blessings.

The news spreads so quickly that it is unimaginable, and the abbot of the major temples is the most anxious.

First, two celebrities went to the poor small temple of Wachang Temple to worship Buddha before they stepped on their own temple, which really embarrassed them; second, the lost Buddhist scriptures in the "Futu Sutra" and the "Vimalakirti" painted by Gu Kaizhi, how could they not make them rush around in a hurry?

Therefore, the temples abandoned the doctrine of the four elements of Buddhism and mobilized their respective dynasties and China, hoping to get a share of the pie in this matter.

The troubles outside did not affect the two people who were concentrating on painting and copying scriptures; on the afternoon of the third day, Xie Daoyun finally completed the copying of the "Futu Sutra". At that time, Han Mu was right there. When Xie Daoyun finished writing the last word, Han Mu held her cold little hand with distress and said, "I won't take such a job for you in the future."

Xie Daoyuan smiled and stretched out her infinitely beautiful laziness. Han Mu almost hugged her in front of the maid and ravaged her.

Han Mu gently flipped dozens of scriptures copied in small regular scriptures with flowers on his hair, and a scent of ink came to his nose. He also liked it very much. He looked at the scriptures and asked, "What is the "Futu Sutra"? Why have I never heard of it?"

Xie Daoyun smiled and took the scripture from Han Mu and said, "It's not surprising that you haven't heard it. I knew nothing about it before I got it."

After a pause, Xie Daoyuan continued: "This sutra is suspected to be brought into the Central Plains by monks from Western Regions during the Han Dynasty. It was spread to the early years of the Great Jin Dynasty and was suddenly lost. It is very strange. The scriptures talk about the story of Buddha Sakyamuni, including the hometown of Sakyamuni, the father's name, and the mother's name. The sutra also tells that the Buddha's mother became pregnant because she dreamed of a white elephant. She also said that the Buddha was born from his mother's right rib, and could walk at the end of his life, and walked seven steps in each direction."

Han Mu suddenly realized that it was actually just a biography of Buddha Shakyamuni. Among Buddhists, their idols’ life, preferences, appearance, characteristics, etc. are all topics of talk about, just like the star-chasing clan in the 21st century.

Xie Daoyun pointed to several lines of scriptures for Han Mu to see. Han Mu stretched his head to look, and saw that the scriptures read: "After the Buddha came out, he walked seven steps in all directions. He raised his hand and said that I am the only one in the world." There are also sentences such as "blue-breasted hair", "blue-red as copper", and "dharma is like black hair". The emotion of the Buddha Shakyamuni was born with a strange appearance and was an extraordinary person.

Han Mu was not very interested in Buddhism. It was not that he did not believe it, but that he had not reached a certain level. At this time, he was also very interesting to read Buddhist scriptures and thought to himself: You might as well read Buddhist scriptures in your spare time, so as to have an additional topic with Xie Daoyuan.

Seeing Xie Daoyun's expression was tired, she reached out to put her slender waist and kissed her lips: "Go back to the room to rest, I'll take my dinner with someone to bring you there."
Chapter completed!