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Chapter 392 Poems, Songs, and Dreams

There are two ways to destroy Lin Su, one way is physical destruction, the other way is crushing poetry. The second way is far better than the first way, because Lin Su poses a threat to the Holy Family of Poetry.

Poetry defeated him in the field of poetry, causing him to break his literary heart and withdraw from the literary world. The haze that had weighed on the Holy Family of Poetry in the early days was all gone.

No one in the world is sure to defeat Lin Su in the field of poetry, but Lin Su came up with a method that made Li Changgeng tremble - the two of them asked each other questions.

He could come up with the most tricky question, which would definitely give Lin Su a headache.

He was also prepared to face Lin Su's most tricky questions, but he believed that no one could challenge him, because he was already a hundred years old, and there were no secrets in the world for him. In his eyes, how could he be tricky?

But he didn't expect that the questions Lin Su asked were not tricky at all, and they even gave points!

Although it was a sub-question, Li Changgeng would never take it lightly. Half of the incense stick was burned, and he was still thinking...

Just when the incense stick was about to burn to the end, Li Changgeng raised his hand and put down his pen...

In the blink of an eye, the golden poem fell through the air and flew towards Lin Su. It spun in the air, twenty large characters appeared in the air, and colorful lights shone for ten miles.

"The three-spring water of the Long Lake, the five-pointed boat at sunset, rides on the waves in plain clothes, but does not enter the colorful clouds."

The students below all went crazy and talked a lot...

In one stick of incense, a wonderful colorful poem was born. What kind of poetic attainment is this?...

Someone asked, Sir, what is so wonderful about this poem?

The teacher explained: This is an allusion about Li Zhou, a great poet and scholar of the time. Li Zhou once served as the second-rank censor of Nanyang. The traitorous party accused him of corruption and perversion of the law. In anger, Li Zhou resigned and returned home.

Go, give up all the valuables at home, put on plain clothes, step on a five-pointed boat, ride across Chunshui Lake, and never set foot in the capital again in this life. Such a person is truly upright...

Wonderful, really wonderful. Some people clapped their hands and praised it. The most wonderful thing about this poem is that there is not a single sentence of aboveboardness in the whole poem, but the whole poem is full of aboveboardness. This is called poetry!

Exactly, the most wonderful thing about this poem is that it demonstrates the holy family of poets, which is completely consistent with his identity.

Some people also discussed whether this poem was a response to the surname Lin? The person surnamed Lin started to make dirty remarks, saying that the great elder was plotting against him. The great elder did not bother to argue with him, and responded with such an upright and poetic tone.

to him.

The whole city was filled with discussions. Above the high pavilion, Li Changgeng slowly showed a smile on his face and leaned down: "Lin Su, I have solved your problem. Now it is your turn to solve my problem."

, listen carefully..."

"Wait a minute!" a voice suddenly sounded.

But it was Li Guihan.

Everyone in the audience was staring at her, including thousands of students in the square, as well as people from Nanyang on the roofs of various buildings. Of course, the streets were even more crowded at the moment, with hundreds of thousands of people staring at this area of ​​the world.

Li Guihan said every word: "The question Lin Su just gave you is the most common question. Anyone can see it. It is not tricky. As the great elder of the Holy Poet Family, if something goes wrong

The topic is too tricky and obviously loses my identity."

Li Changgeng's face darkened.

Everyone around him was also greatly moved.

Yes, that's right. The topic Lin Su asked just now, let alone Li Changgeng, at least half of the hundreds of thousands of literati in the audience can write immediately. It is definitely not tricky. If the great elder of the Poetry Saint Family gave it

He also asked a tricky question, which would be a huge loss of face even if he won.

Lin Su spoke: "You are wrong. The question I asked is actually quite difficult."

Everyone was shocked.

The most shocking thing is Li Guihan, did you take the wrong medicine? Let me help you speak...

Lin Su added: "If a person is not an upright person, even if he forcibly whitewashes it, it will still be specious after all! Therefore, the great elder's poem can only be a five-color poem, but not a seven-color poem!"

In one sentence, all the people present in the Holy Poet's Family were furious.

The most angry person was of course the high-ranking elder Li Changgeng. The wave of dividends he had brought through his upright poems were wiped clean by Lin Su's words.

Lin Su told the world that he, Li Changgeng, was not an upright person in nature, but only tried to whitewash it, so this poem was only five-color, not seven-color.

These words are too poisonous.

You need to know that their current level of civil war will be recorded in the annals of history, and anything that happens on the scene will become a piece of poetry that will be circulated along with the poem for hundreds of thousands of years. With Lin Su's classic comment, he

Any time this colorful poem is circulated, it is always accompanied by this vicious comment. He, Li Changgeng, cannot be famous for a hundred years through the colorful poem, but will instead be infamous for a hundred years. Isn’t this a bitch?

Li Changgeng almost exploded in an instant...

Lin Su raised his head and said: "Elder Li, I have tailor-made the previous question for you, and it is not a joke, so you don't have to be influenced by other people's words, just come up with the most tricky question!"

This knife made up for it, and Li Changgeng really wanted to kill someone.

But after all, he was almost a hundred years old, and he knew the essence of killing people without using a knife. He said slowly: "Listen up, my topic is: You need to have wind, flowers, snow and moon, you can touch the Zen mind without seeing the Buddha!"

As soon as this topic came out, the people below were in an uproar.

You need to be romantic and have a Zen mind, and the word "Buddha" cannot appear...

What kind of topic is this? It’s extremely tricky!

The wind, flowers, snow and moon correspond to the world of mortals, and they also have a strong lace edge.

Zen mind corresponds to Buddhism.

The two are completely opposite, how can they be combined in a poem?

And there can’t be the word “Buddha”…

With such a topic, who can write a poem? Even if forced to write, who can excel?

What's more, the person in front of him is a twenty-year-old young man. He may be familiar with the romance, but the distance between Zen mind and Buddha is thousands of miles away.

In the palace, His Majesty's face suddenly darkened. This question asked by the great elder of the Holy Poet Holy Family was tricky in the eyes of the world, but in his eyes it had a different meaning. It was necessary for romance, beauty, snow and moon to touch the heart of Zen but not the Buddha...

This is a mockery of him! It is a mockery of him as an emperor who entered Buddhism but refused to leave the world of mortals! You, a saintly poet, have had a close relationship with Chushan in the past few years, infiltrating every corner of the court, and are quite dissatisfied with yourself!

It seems that we have to set some rules for the Holy Poet Family.

However, facing the Holy Family of Poetry, even he, the king of a country, cannot act rashly.

Li Guihan let out a long breath, his heart filled with despair.

She didn't know if others had studied Lin Su, but she had studied it. The poems written by Lin Su had the most beautiful scenery, the strongest fighting spirit, the truest feelings, and even the ethereal Tao, but there was no such thing.

Buddha has no Zen.

Buddha and Zen may be the only shortcomings in his poetry.

It’s no wonder that among young people who are successful and in their prime, who understands the mind of Zen? Even if there is such a person, it is definitely not him. He is a monkey, more outspoken than anyone else, flamboyant and easy-going, like him

It is estimated that people will not have the Zen mind and Buddha mind in another eighty years...

She had a terrible feeling that the Holy Family of Poetry's actions against him might have been planned a long time ago. Today it looked like he was challenging the Holy Family of Poetry, but in fact it was the Holy Family of Poetry who specifically targeted him.

Her eyes raised and met his eyes.

Lin Su was also looking at her: "I promised you that I would sing you a new song. How about I sing it to you using my new poem as the lyrics?"

Li Guihan's heart suddenly jumped...

Everyone around was also shocked...

Sing?

A new poem with accompanying music?

Where does he think this is?

Lin Su raised his head and opened his voice...

"There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn..."

As soon as the song started to sing, the whole place suddenly fell silent. A melody that had never been circulated in this world flowed out of his mouth along with a fresh poem, going straight into people's eardrums and into people's hearts.

The nun riding a green donkey also happened to arrive here. The green donkey's ears stood up. The nun's wonderful eyes passed through the dense flow of people and landed on Lin Su's face. There was also a trace of surprise in her eyes.

"There is cool breeze in summer and snow in winter..."

The voice was melodious and melodious, as if it were whispering in people's ears, but this whisper shook people's minds.

"If you have nothing else to worry about..."

“It’s a good time on earth!”

After singing the last line, the pen in Lin Su's hand just stopped at this moment. In silence, the seven-colored glow filled the sky. The seven-colored poem manuscript in his hand rose into the sky. In the sky, the four lines of the poem he had just sung were floating in the sky.

Appear clearly in front of everyone.

There are wind, flowers, snow and moon, and endless Zen, but there is no word related to half Buddha. It is completely consistent with the title of Li Changgeng. What's more terrible is that it is colorful!

!

"Colorful!" Li Guihan's face turned red and he jumped up.

Colorful! The whole capital was boiling instantly!

With a shout, the shadow of Zhenbei Prince's Palace fell on Hongye's room, and the faces of both women turned red.

"Sister, have you heard it? His songs, his poems..."

Hong Ye rushed over, hugged his sister, and jumped happily...

On top of the tall building, Li Changgeng's face instantly turned pale as paper...

With a chirping sound, a bolt of lightning crossed the sky and hit Li Changgeng accurately between his eyebrows. Li Changgeng screamed: No...

He fell headlong from the high platform.

Under the oath of heaven, Li Changgeng lost the bet. Even though he was carrying the holy treasure, he still could not escape and save Wen Xin. The great elder of the Holy Family, a great poet, became a useless person in literature and education.

Lin Su held Li Guihan's hand together and said, "Let's go!"

The Dao Seal bloomed like a lotus. When the two stepped into the Dao Seal, the holy light flashed and disappeared.

In the palace, His Majesty suddenly disappeared and appeared on the top of the highest Baoping Hall, looking at the sky...

"Your Majesty, you seem to be particularly fond of this boy." A person appeared silently next to him, but it was a child. His face was exactly the same as the little monk outside the right side room of Jinyan Temple.

But his voice was old.

He is His Majesty's most trusted confidant, called Wuying Tonglao.

He is not a child. He is thirty years older than Your Majesty. Your Majesty grew up under his protection. To Your Majesty, he is like a teacher, a father and a friend.

"A literary genius, a peerless wise man, naturally arrogant but also extremely elegant, how can anyone say that?" His Majesty sighed softly: "It's a pity that I don't have a princess anymore, otherwise, I would even want to recruit him as my consort."

Wuying Tonglao suddenly smiled, his smile was as innocent as a child's.

"Why are you laughing?" His Majesty frowned.

Tong Lao said: "Your Majesty, you cannot open this golden mouth casually..."

"What do you mean?"

Tong Lao said: "Fourteen years ago, the seventh princess died of illness. It was the old man who sent her out of the palace. Does your majesty still remember it?"

His Majesty suddenly turned around: "I remember, what do you want to say?"

Tong Lao's smile remained the same, but there was a hint of sadness in it: "That day, the Queen was caught in the 'Three Grams' rumor and was unable to defend herself. She had always suspected that there was a pair of invisible black hands targeting the royal children! She faked her death.

The seventh princess took the pill and asked the old slave to send her to Buddhism, firstly to avoid disaster, and secondly to prove that she is not a 'three grams'..."

His Majesty said in a trembling voice: "You said, Xingyue is actually...actually..."

"Princess Xingyue is a spiritual genius who has never been seen in thousands of years. She has perfected her martial arts a year ago. She went to Nanyang to search temples all over the world just to find her majesty. However, your majesty was possessed by inner demons at that time and his spiritual practice was at a critical period, so he could not see her.

, so the old slave never informed His Majesty nor the Princess. Yesterday, the old slave already informed Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came: "Your Majesty, there is a female nun riding a green donkey, asking to see you outside the palace..."

His Majesty's whole body was shaken, and he grabbed the Wuyingtong Lao's shoulders with both hands. The bones in his whole body were rattling. The Wuyingtong Lao's mouth was split in pain, but the smile on his face was also infinitely joyful...



The Dao Seal moves in the air and cannot be seen by the world.

Lin Su and Li Guihan were still standing hand in hand in the Dao Seal. This time, it was Lin Su who initiated the holding of hands. He took her and stepped into the Dao Seal. They had already entered the Dao Seal, but he forgot to let go.

And Li Guihan seemed to have forgotten it too.

The mountains and rivers below change, and we are already thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

Li Guihan's hand shook slightly, and finally she took it back, looked up at the sky, and sighed softly: "Do you think you have reached the pinnacle of poetry?"

The way of poetry in the world is respected by the holy family of poets.

And Lin Su came to the location of the Holy Family of Poetry. The day before yesterday, he defeated Mu Renqing, the top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry. Today, he left the great elder of the Holy Family of Poetry, Mu Renqing, in the Poetry Pavilion, which represents the signature of the Holy Family of Poetry.

The great elder Li Changgeng, who was just one step away from becoming a saint, was killed by his horse. This glorious achievement, in her opinion, really meant that he had reached the pinnacle of poetry.

Lin Su shook his head: "Of course it doesn't count! The few rubbish elders of the Holy Poet Family cannot yet represent the pinnacle of poetry."

Rubbish?!

Li Guihan cast a resentful look at him: "If you asked me to write the question that the elder asked you, I wouldn't be able to write it at all. Am I also rubbish?"

"How is that possible? You are from the Taoist Holy Family. It is normal that you do not understand Buddhism."

"What about you? You are not a Buddhist either, so why do you understand?"

Lin Su scratched his head: "Maybe... maybe I still have some Buddhist roots."

"Do you have Buddha roots?" Li Guihan looked at him with contempt: "Then what do you have dozens of wives? Do you want to save all sentient beings?"

Lin Su's eyes were wide open. Are there dozens of wives? Come on, come on, count them for me, who are they...

The two bickered all the way until the familiar Yangtze River appeared outside...

The oldest Wangjiang Tower in Haining City came into view, and Li Guihan said two words: "We're here!"

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