Three days later, the autumn rain has just stopped.

In the window of a room, Huihai and Su Shi sat opposite each other. On the table were there were six or seven plates of meat and vegetables dishes, two bottles of wine, a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of cups.

Su Shi looked at the meat dishes on the table and said with a strange expression: "Master, you, as a monk, are really unique."

Huihai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender white and fragrant chicken from the plate that was serving the white chopped chicken, and smiled and said, "The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stayed in his heart."

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

When I arrived at Huihai, it was misinterpreted into a fallacy of greed.

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

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is left with good poems, good poems."

Unexpectedly, a casual word made Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, admired him, and Huihai couldn't help but show off.

"Article is natural, but it is obtained by a clever hand."

When Su Shi heard this, he looked at Huihai differently. In the original world, his friend Foyin was a unique monk with extraordinary literary talent. Unexpectedly, Master Huihai in front of him was even more of a master among monks.

"A little skill in poetry, a real man who drinks and eats meat, and if he doesn't talk about poetry, we drink."

Huihai was worried that he would be slapped in the face if he said too much, so he brought the topic back.

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

Huihai made the same move.

After the two of them drank a glass of wine, the topic started. Huihai relied on being a modern man and was stunned by the scattered slap in the vast sky.

"Master, you are proficient in poetry. A few days ago, I wrote a poem. Please appreciate it. Don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting through the forest. Why not sing and whistle slowly? Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid? A raincoat and rain will last forever. The steep and steep..."

Su Shi shook his head and recited a poem.

Huihai was stunned on the spot. He knew how the people of the Song Dynasty evaluated a poem. If he had known it, he would have stopped pretending. What should he do now?

Seeing Huihai hesitating, Su Shi said in confusion: "Why don't the master answer? But is there something wrong with Su's poem?"

Huihai turned his head and looked out the window. Under a big tree a hundred meters away, Taoist priest Chu Feng was teaching Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong.

Fortunately, they didn't notice this!

As soon as this thought arose, a black cat and Zhang Wei's mocking voice sounded in Huihai's mind.

"You're going to be stupid now"

"Huihai, you guys, I remember that you didn't graduate from junior high school and actually pretended to be in front of a great writer. You were carefully pressed to the ground to rub against."

Huihai pretended not to hear it and looked at Su Shi with regretful eyes.

"What does the master mean?"

Su Shi felt a sudden heart. Could it be that there is really something wrong with his poem?

Huihai looked at the beard that he had no at all. Seeing Su Shi's face showing surprise, he changed to touch his chin.

"Your poem is too straightforward and has no artistic conception. Look at the poem of me? I am sorry for the growing grass by the stream, and there are orioles singing deep trees on it. The spring tide comes with rain and the evening, and there is no one on the wild ferry and the boats crossing by itself."

Su Shi was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Huihai with a strange look on his face.

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

What, is this poem from the Tang Dynasty?

Huihai is stupid.

When I saw this poem yesterday, I felt that I could show off in front of Su Shi, so he memorized it directly and forgot to see which dynasty was made by poets from which dynasty.

"Huihai, are you here to make fun of it?"

"Huihai, it's okay. Keep beating up, you can definitely scare Su Shi."

"Master Huihai, can you speak well? If you do this again, I can't listen to the Taoist teachings with peace of mind."

Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong's voices rang in Huihai's mind one after another.

Damn, it was so embarrassing. Huihai secretly glanced at Chu Feng who didn't say anything, and said to Su Shi: "I just cited a chestnut. When will it be my own? Listen well, here is my own poem about spring rain. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river water is warm and the duck prophet. The ground is full of wormwood and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to rise."

Su Shi looked at Huihai in shock, and after a while, he said, "This is Su's poem."

What, this is Su Shi’s poem!

Embarrassing, capitalized embarrassing!

Huihai's face turned red all of a sudden.

Su Shi looked at Huihai suspiciously. Why did this monk look something wrong?

"Huihai, you are so naughty, does your mother know?"

"Student Duxiu, sit down and let Huihai continue to embarrass you. Oh, no, continue to show off, haha, illiterate monk, can't afford to hurt."

Zhang Wei, the black cat teased.

"Master Huihai, stop talking nonsense. Let me tell you one. Ancient woods are short tents in the middle of the Yin, and the sticks are supported by quinoa (lí) to cross the east of the bridge. I feel like wetting the apricot blossom rain, and the face is not cold. This is a poem by monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Su Shi must not know."

Xu Jiarong's delicate voice came.

"Thank you, girl." Thank you for your thanks to Xu Jiarong in your mind. Huihai laughed and said, "Just just now, I joked with the donor. Now it's officially started. Listen to you. The ancient wood yin middle (jì) short tent, and the stick (lí) helped me cross the east of the bridge. Dip my clothes..."

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

"The donor think that I am not good at listening to the sound of striking leaves through the forest?"

Su Shi thought it was good, but he was not much stronger. Out of humility and courtesy, he smiled and said, "It's indeed a good poem."

Huihai felt relieved after getting recognized. Damn, this guy is so tired of pretending.

No, I have to change my direction, a story about Su Shi flashed through my mind, Huihai smiled and said, "Donor, what do you think of me as a monk?"

Su Shi was about to speak, but suddenly remembered the conversation with Foyin at that time and changed his mouth: "Master, you have big ears, plump body, and a long smile in your words, which looks very similar to the Maitreya Buddha."

Huihai said that Su Shi must have learned from Foyin's lesson and did the opposite. Today I will not let you get what you want.

"Although I am a monk, I have already joined the Taoist priest. Taoism talks about nature and truth, so I just say it. The donor is like a piece of cow dung."

Su Shi looked at Huihai in surprise.

"Have you entered the Taoist sect?"

Huihai nodded. After the last incident, he went straight to the Buddhist revitalization system and joined Chu Feng's sect.

"you"

Su Shi looked at Huihai with a constipation. In the original world, he said that Buddha's impression was like cow dung. Buddhism taught him to see the mind and see his nature. He became cow dung himself. Now this fat monk has entered the Taoist sect and is true. Naturally, he has become cow dung again.

"Huihai, OK, I finally won a game."

"I checked Huihai online. Su Shi is a show-off expert. You believe you are pressed to the ground and rubbed, so you can stop."

Zhang Wei, the black cat's voice rushed into his mind again.

"Donor, let's continue to drink, drink"

Huihai picked up the wine glass again.
Chapter completed!