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Chapter 627: Three Poems from Mount Wutai

"What?" Lu Heng looked in disbelief, plucked his ears, and said in surprise: "Bowry gift?"

When did monks start to be greedy for money?

Monk Fahai looked at Lu Heng in surprise, with a matter-of-fact expression on his face, and nodded: "Yes, doesn't a wedding gift require a bride price? Do you have any objections?"

Lu Heng scratched his head and said with a smile, "No objection, I just think it's a bit...".

Fahai curled his lips and hummed: "What's the matter? Do you want to be a free hand?"

Fahai's eyes were filled with a "Don't make trouble" expression, and he looked at Lu Heng.

"That's not true!" To be honest, Lu Heng had really not prepared any financial resources before. Now when he suddenly heard Fa Hai talking about financial resources, he was inevitably a little at a loss. He smiled and said with a smile: "It's just that I came in a hurry.

It’s not fully prepared yet. Can I take it first and make up for it later?”

Fa Hai pouted, shook his head, picked up the empty cup, put it into Lu Heng's hand, raised his chin and said, "Okay, you can eat this cup first, and then drink tea!"

How can there be such a comparison?

Lu Heng was speechless, coughed, and smiled awkwardly: "This is different!"

Fahai asked in surprise: "What's the difference? Wanting to marry a wife without financial resources is different from wanting to drink tea without tea?"

Seeing Lu Heng stunned, Fahai stretched out his hand, patted Lu Heng's shoulder, and said earnestly: "This tea only has flavor when tea leaves are put in it. Lu Heng, what do you think?"

Seeing Lu Heng nodding blankly, Fa Hai smiled, with a look of successful conspiracy flashing in his eyes. He pressed Lu Heng's shoulder and said, "Besides, this financial resource is not heavy. For you, Lu Heng, it's just a piece of cake!"

Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled curiously: "Oh? What kind of financial resources can be accomplished with just a raise of hands?"

Fahai scratched his head in embarrassment, raised his head, looked at Lu Heng, and said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, it's nothing. You also know that Ouyang Mochou is a member of my Wutai Mountain. Well, although he has never become a monk,

But after all, I am from Mount Wutai. And Mount Wutai is a Buddhist resort. But over the years and the war, many people have forgotten the existence of Mount Wutai. I hope that you can leave a message to Mount Wutai. 1

A piece of Chinese characters will do! With a piece of Chinese characters from you, I believe Mount Wutai will prosper!"

Lu Heng shook his head with a dumbfounded smile and waved his hands: "You think too highly of Lu. Lu's words can't save Mount Wutai!"

Fahai shook his head, looked at Lu Heng seriously and said, "It's not that the poor monk thinks highly of you, but Yongzheng, you underestimate yourself too much!"

When Lu Heng heard this, he asked curiously: "What do you mean by this?"

Fahai smiled and called to the monks from the Discipline Hall dressed as waiters to serve tea.

He made a cup of tea and brought it to Lu Heng. Then he poured himself a cup and said, "You probably haven't noticed how famous you are in Dazhou today. Especially among the people of Dazhou, you Lu Heng

Heng, he can be compared to the gods in the sky! This poor monk has traveled a lot during this time. Guess what I saw?"

"What?" Lu Heng took a sip of tea and asked subconsciously.

Fahai smiled and said: "In many places, villagers have spontaneously built ancestral halls for you. And the statue in the ancestral hall is you, Lu Heng. Lu Yongzheng. What does this mean, you don't know, right?"

Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, holding the tea cup in astonishment, and said in surprise: "No...it can be...!"

The long voice, coupled with Lu Heng's surprised expression, was enough to express the horror in Lu Heng's heart at this moment.

"Why not? The poor monk saw it with his own eyes. How can it be false?" Fa Hai smiled, sighed softly, looked at Lu Heng and said softly: "To be honest, if the poor monk hadn't seen it with his own eyes, what would you do to the world?"

The common people have done so many things, even a poor monk would not believe it. But, it really happened, and it happened in your hands!"

Fahai took a deep look at Lu Heng, with undisguised praise in his wise eyes: "The military can stabilize the country, and the civilized can govern the country and benefit the people. With every move, the world is peaceful. Haha, sometimes, the poor monk really doubts,

Are you, Lu Heng, still a human being?"

When he said this, Fahai stared at Lu Heng, motionless.

Lu Heng was silent for a moment, without looking into Fahai's eyes, but smiled and sighed softly: "Actually, I didn't do anything?"

Whether it was the crusade against the Turks, the pacification of Goryeo, or the internal and external affairs. Lu Heng really didn't feel that he had done anything. What he did was just talking about it casually, or it was an unintentional act.

He really didn't expect that his unintentional act would have such a status in Monk Fahai's heart.

Now, hearing this comment from this enlightened eminent monk, Lu Heng felt no joy in his heart, but only felt embarrassed.

Really sorry!

Seeing that Lu Heng was thinking calmly and with an apologetic look in his eyes, Fahai put his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and said with a smile: "Seeing you like this, the poor monk finally understood what he said before, the real Buddha

The heart is the truth in the world of mortals."

Fahai said with a smile: "It seems to be an unintentional insertion, but it has endeared millions of people in the world. A heart without utilitarianism is a true Buddha's heart! Donor Lu, although you are not a monk, you are

I have done something that a monk cannot do in his lifetime! Although he has not practiced Buddhism, he has already become a Buddha!"

Being praised by Fa Hai, Lu Heng felt truly embarrassed.

Am I so good? Lu Heng asked himself.

After shaking his head and smiling, he turned his head and looked at Fa Hai, whose eyes were full of admiration. He changed the subject and said, "You set up the Dragon Gate Formation again today, isn't it just to praise Lu?"

Fahai hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly and said: "Compared to you, Donor Lu, what the poor monk did is just cliché. However, there is no other way. As you said at the beginning, people cannot help themselves in the world!

For the eternal incense of Wutai Mountain, this poor monk has no choice but to be utilitarian and beg you for a word!"

Lu Heng shook his head and couldn't help but laugh. He glared at Fahai and cursed with a smile: "With our friendship, why do you need to say begging? After all, what kind of words do you want?"

After saying this, the monks standing around the monastic discipline suddenly became happy. They looked at the most talented man in the world in front of them, the most powerful emperor of Zhou Dynasty.

I originally thought it would be an extremely difficult thing to do, but I didn’t expect it to be so easy!

When Fahai heard this, he was a little embarrassed and said: "You just wrote it yourself. You can write inscriptions for Mount Wutai, which is already a blessing for Mount Wutai. How can a poor monk dare to ask for anything more!"

When Lu Heng heard this, he laughed dumbly and said, "You are easy to get rid of!"

Fahai smiled and said nothing.

"In that case, bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Lu Heng rolled up his sleeves and started writing this poem on the spot.

Fa Hai's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked the monk to enter the house and get the Four Treasures of the Study.

Then, the monks from the Discipline Academy hurriedly came forward and put away the tea cups on the table. Then they placed the Four Treasures of the Study on the table. Then a group of people gathered around Lu Heng, looking eagerly at the people who had passed by.

Lu Heng stood up from the chair and walked to the table.

Lu Heng slowly walked to the table. He took the brush that was already stained with ink from the monk's hand, pondered for a moment, and then put down the tip of the brush.

Fahai stood beside Lu Heng, quietly looking at the wandering pen tip in Lu Heng's hand.

When I saw a line of words written by Lu Heng, my heart was filled with surprise.

"One of Wutai Mountains"

After Lu Heng wrote down the title, he smiled lightly, turned his head, glanced at Fa Hai, and then put down his pen.

The brush stained with ink moves across the paper like a dragon.

One by one, powerful small regular script characters gradually appeared on the paper.

"The real monk's Dharma name is Fa Hai, and he sometimes talks about three chariots with me.

Ask and recite the mantra thousands of times, and the sand in the Ganges will turn into sand again.

This monk originally lived in Western Paradise and appeared in this country for Dharmutuo.

If you stay silent for a long time, the autumn moon will be bright, and your heart will be as green as the green lotus in the world.

The meaning is pure and the appearance is sharp. It neither decreases nor increases.

The thousand-year-old relic bones in the vase, the long-lived Husun ​​vine in the hand.

Sorry, I have been living in the Jianghuai River for a long time, and I rarely meet true monks who say that everything is empty.

One word of repentance will fill the whole Luoyi world, and the next ritual will remove all minor impurities."

As soon as the song ended, the monks around him immediately cast their envious eyes on Fa Hai.

For the emperor's master to be so highly regarded and to leave a treasure of calligraphy, the master's uncle must have been famous for eternity.

Fa Hai was moved, but felt a little ashamed. He shook his head, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Donor Lu, this poem is, alas..."

Lu Heng smiled and said nothing, and dropped his pen again. The second poem took shape again.

"Going far away to see Shuangjie, I am traveling to Wutai.

The dawn breaks through the building, and the snowy road opens towards spring.

The border temples were beaconing, and Hu'er came to listen to the Dharma.

After Dingzhi’s inspection tour, Xie Xia will return.”

While writing this poem, Lu Heng suddenly thought of the barbarians he met on the road, and his pen wandered away as he was moved by his thoughts.

The name of the second poem is just a slight change from the first one. It is called: "Mount Wutai No. 2!"

The monks all around Wutai Mountain couldn't hide their joy, whispering in low voices, expressing their surprise.

I thought that the Emperor Master could just leave a few words, but I didn't expect that my uncle's reputation would be so great. The Emperor Master actually wrote two poems in one breath. Now, after receiving the message from the Emperor Master,

It would be difficult for Mount Wutai not to become famous.

As if they had foreseen the prosperity of Mount Wutai in the future, the monks could not hide their joy and surprise.

Fahai, on the other hand, had a look of sadness on his face, sighed softly, and secretly said in his heart: "Now, the favor is greatly owed!"

While everyone was busy with their own thoughts, Lu Heng had a smile on his lips, pondered for a moment, then lowered his pen again, and the third song appeared again.

"Wutai Mountain Three!"

"The Taoist temple begs for a moment, and sincerely listens to praise Mount Wutai.

The poisonous dragon rained down like a sea of ​​fire, but Manjusri suppressed it and could not turn it over.

Wutai Mountain is located in the northeast of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Its mountains are so high and wide that they connect to the sky.

You can see the Liuli Kingdom from the east terrace, and you can see the Guyuan Garden from the west terrace.

Wutai in the town of the great sage Manjusri is full of dragons and Tathagata.

A lion roars three thousand realms, and five hundred poisonous dragons are devastated.

Dongtai is the most noble and precarious place, so don’t hesitate to visit it from all directions.

Looking eastward, the sea water is like looking at the palm of a hand, and the water is surging due to the storm.

The surging sea water is boundless, and the prince of Silla comes boating.

No matter how far away from home you are, you will stay thousands of miles away from home and pay homage to Wutai with your heart in mind.

The Nantai Grottoes are very abominable, and there are many Arhat monks there.

The auspicious divine bird appears from time to time, flying in every night to light the holy lamp.

The holy lamp surges forward, illuminating the spiritual mountain and everywhere.

There are many strange birds in this mountain, and the ten temples in Wutai are buzzing with music.

Lingjing Temple, Nanjiao, Nantai, Holy Vajra in Lingjing Temple.

Ten thousand Bodhisattvas praise, and the holy bell will naturally ring without striking."

This is a long poem, and it took Lu Heng half an hour to finish it.

After the last stroke was finished, Lu Heng let out a long breath and steadily picked up the wolf hair brush in his hand.

Looking at the three eloquent articles on Mount Wutai on the paper, he smiled slightly. He handed the brush to the monk beside him, looked at Fa Hai, and said with a smile: "How about it, Lu? Is it interesting?"

Fahai nodded with a wry smile and sighed: "It's interesting, it's really interesting!"

Lu Heng laughed heartily.

Fa Hai had a bitter look on his face and sighed in his heart: How can I repay this favor?

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