At the front of the square there is a stone tablet standing in front of them, with two words written on it: Buddhist poem.
This should be the first level.
The title was about Buddha's poems. Is this the first time he encountered it?
Zhou An thought about the poems from his previous life and what to write. This is Confucius Temple. Zhou An wants to find the best poems, unlike the "Bu Suanzi - I Live in the Head of the Yangtze River" written yesterday that he has just reached the peerless level, but this time Zhou An is thinking about the top poems.
When Zhou An was looking for him, Liu Jingting had already thought about what poem to write. When he saw Zhou An's expression, he smiled disdainfully. It seemed that Zhou An had been stumped, otherwise he would not have been thinking about it now.
And now he has figured out what poems to write, and he has the confidence to write peerless poems.
But how did he write poetry? There was no pen, ink, paper, ink, and inkstone in front of him, nor a table.
At this moment, an old voice came from his mind: "Just write poetry directly."
"Who is it!" Liu Jingting said vigilantly.
But no one answered.
"Can you come out to see me?" Liu Jingting said with his mind.
Still no one answered.
After calling twice, no one answered, and finally Liu Jingting gave up.
"What's going on."
Liu Jingting thought that the man spoke, and felt something was wrong in an instant. This was the voice of a young man. Looking at the direction of the sound, it was Zhou An who said. Then Liu Jingting said, "A person's voice appeared in my mind just now. Didn't you hear it?"
"What did he say?" Zhou An said.
"When I was thinking about how to write poetry, he told me that I could just write poetry." Liu Jingting said.
"There should be a person with great knowledge hidden here. You don't need to ask anymore. He shouldn't want to come out to meet us. You can just write poetry." Zhou An said.
"Oh, uh?" Liu Jingting heard Zhou An's words and said, but then he felt that his reaction was wrong. He is now a competitor to Zhou An. Why did he listen to Zhou An's words so much? Then he said, "Hmph!", "I've gone to write poetry by myself. You want to go by myself. I hope you are better than the poem I wrote."
Although Liu Jingting was talking about hope, it was all slander. It was obvious that I wrote poems before you, and even if you wrote poems, it might not be as good as mine.
"It must be better than you." Zhou An said with a smile.
Now Zhou An has a little idea of what poem to write, so no matter what poem Liu Jingting wrote, Zhou An has been confident in comparing it.
Seeing Zhou An's solemn appearance, Liu Jingting couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then understood why Zhou An said that, and that he did not take himself seriously. Then Liu Jingting decided to think about it again. He must write a good poem and press Zhou An on the ground hard to rub it.
Half an hour later, Liu Jingting thought of writing something. In order to write this poem, he modified it more than 60 times and changed it to perfection. He didn't believe that Zhou An could beat him in this way.
Immediately thinking about the poem I wrote, Liu Jingting said, "The poem I wrote is called "Hangyintai""
My master ascended to the first place, and the music and music of the Buddha's kingdom came twice.
Only the ancient locust tree in front of the door, with low branches just to hang a silver table.
As Liu Jingting recited the poem, the voice spread to the outside and spread to all directions.
A painting appeared in the sky, covering the entire sky. An old monk wearing a yellow monk's robe walked slowly towards the front, and walked to a magnificent Buddhist temple, where there were Buddhist and Taoist songs.
In the sound, the old monk looked at the ancient locust tree in front of the Buddhist temple. It seemed that there was a silver platform on the branches of the ancient locust tree.
"Look, look, someone has written a poem. Looking at the strange scene in the sky, is it a peerless poem, is it Zhou An? Or Liu Jingting."
"It sounds like Liu Jingting's."
"I heard it too. It looks extraordinary, and this poem sounds very good, as if it is telling a story."
"The poem he wrote is perfect, better than the poem he wrote in Mo Pavilion yesterday. He is really strong, and I am not as good as that."
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The Confucian scholars outside heard the poems and saw the strange images of the poems, and started talking one after another.
More than 20 great scholars were also talking, but they were talking in a low voice. Many Confucian scholars did not hear clearly what they were talking about, but judging from the expressions of these great scholars, they appreciated the poem they wrote.
At this moment, a melodious sound of piano came out, the sound was like a clear stream, flowing gurgling, as if it had passed through the wrinkles of life, as if it had passed through the wanderings of time, full of the charm of life.
The sound of the piano lasted for half an hour, and when it hit it here, it changed. It sounded like a butterfly spreading its wings and was about to fly, flapping its agile wings, dancing in the sky, flying in the sky. It sometimes seemed like an elegant dancer, sometimes like a sailboat sailing.
The sound of the piano lasted for another half an hour and stopped, and everyone fell into the sound of the piano, as if wandering in the world of the piano.
It lasted for a long time. First, the great scholars came back to the taste, and then the Confucian scholars came back to the taste.
"This is the sound of Zhang Zitong's piano. It's really a sound of gods, and it's profits and interests." A great scholar said in admiration.
"I really didn't expect that Zhang Zitong, who has never been revealed, has such a good talent."
These great scholars praised Zhang Zitong very much, as if they wanted to invite Zhang Zitong to music here.
"Liu Jingting and Zhang Zitong both showed it. Shi Hele is very powerful. Why has Bastard Zhou not taken action yet? Is he not able to do it?" Song Nianyu said.
"Xiaoyu, why do you say that to Mr. Zhou?" Guan Miaolin said.
"Who made him always angry with me?" Song Nianyu said.
"It's not that you have a bad attitude towards him before." Guan Miaolin said.
"It's really that what he did before is too annoying. You can't blame me for this." Song Nianyu said.
If Zhou An had not destroyed the country, their father would not have gone to various places in the Great Yuan Dynasty to find a principal for the Great Yuan Dynasty. Because of this, her father was also injured and is still recovering.
"It's not his fault, it's fate." Guan Miaolin said.
"No matter what, I want to see what this bastard Zhou can do and see if Zhou An is known as a poet and a sage as his father said." Song Nianyu said.
Zhou An heard the poem written by Liu Jingting in it at this time, and it was well written. However, compared to himself, Zhou An smiled and had found a poem that could definitely completely crush Liu Jingting's poem.
But for some reason, Zhou An and Liu Jingting did not hear the sound of the piano. It is possible that the Confucius Temple is the reason.
"I wrote a good poem." Seeing Zhou An looking at him, Liu Jingting said proudly, unable to hide his face.
Liu Jingting did not leave to the second level, but waited for Zhou An to hear his poem and look at Zhou An's envious, jealous and hatred expressions.
But what disappointed Liu Jingting was that Zhou An did not show an envious, jealous and hatred expression, but instead showed a smile: "Very good, you can listen to the poems I thought of."
"Please tell me." Somehow, Liu Jingting felt a bad feeling when he saw Zhou An's smile.
Then Zhou An cleared his throat and recited this poem.
First, it is best not to meet each other, so that we can not fall in love.
Secondly, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it is best not to be with you, so that you can not owe each other.
Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that we can never remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to love each other, so that we can never abandon each other.
The sixth is best not to be opposite, so that we can not meet each other.
The seventh is best not to misunderstand each other, so that they can not let each other down.
Eighth, it is best not to agree with each other, so that they can not continue.
It is best not to rely on each other, so that we can avoid snuggling each other.
The tenth is best not to meet each other, so that we can avoid getting together.
But when we met, we knew each other, but when we met each other, how could we meet each other be when we didn’t meet each other?
How can I be determined to be with you and avoid being in love with life and death?
I once thought that I was sentimental to harm my Brahma, but when I entered the mountain, I was afraid that I would be able to see the city.
How can I obtain both Dharmas in the world, and live up to the Tathagata and you!
This is a poem that Zhou An likes very much. Zhou An also admires it very much. He is one of the poets Zhou An admired most in his previous life. However, because his poems are widely circulated, there are many versions. Now Zhou An writes the poem called "The Ten Commandments" and there are many versions on the Internet. Sometimes Zhou An does not distinguish it clearly. He just feels that this version of the Ten Commandments is very good, so he wrote it down.