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In the Longmen Teahouse, a storyteller standing in the middle of the high platform was reading a poem in a low voice. Most of the guests at the table below looked up at the storyteller.

Most of those who can sit in the Longmen Tea House and drink tea and chat are a little wealthy, not young, and they all have some knowledge. Naturally, you can hear that this is a good poem.

But these people are all at the bottom after all, and they don't have much appreciation in literature. As for the meaning of the whole poem, it seems to be understood or not.

After reading the poem, the storyteller looked around proudly, and did not rush to explain the meaning of the poem.

There are many people coaxing below, "Old Bahu, don't be scared, explain to the masters......"

"Old Bahu, what is your stinky beauty, and you didn't write it, let's talk about it ...... below"

The storyteller has two thick mustaches, and always likes to touch his beard and pretend to be elegant. Over time, he has the nickname of Lao Bahu.

Most of the people sitting below are regulars, and they all know his nickname. It's not polite to call it a nickname.

Lao Bahu smiled reservedly, and wanted to sell Guanzi, but there were already people below who couldn't wait and began to throw melon seeds, persimmons and other snacks.

The old bahu covered his face a little embarrassed, and said busily: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't you talk about it......"

There was another commotion below, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

The owner of the teahouse and two old friends sat on the second floor, looking at the lively situation below, all with a relaxed smile.

"Lao Hong, your teahouse is really prosperous...... Yuan Zijun said with a smile. He likes the excitement, but he doesn't want to get involved. Therefore, he especially likes the elegant seat on the second floor of the Dragon Tea House.

Another old friend, Xu Ya, said: "This poem sounds elegant and meaningful, can't it be done by that wonderful monk again?"

Lao Hong, the owner of the teahouse, nodded, "It's him." After a pause, he explained: "Miao Seng is in the limelight now, and even if he says a word casually, many people are interested. Not to mention such formal poetry. From the princes and royal families to the peddlers and pawns, they all like the poems of the wonderful monks, which is really strange......"

Lao Hong is not young, his appearance is clear, his gray hair is tied in a neat bun, he wears a gauze crown, and he has a gray robe. Although he is the owner of the teahouse, he is quite elegant when he sits there.

Speaking of the wonderful monk Wukong, his tone was also a little emotional and with a little admiration.

The two old friends didn't care much about Wukong, and they always felt that this monk was not good at chanting scriptures and was debauched, and he was not a good monk. But they also know that Lao Hong especially admires Wukong.

Xu Ya sighed: "This should be a love poem, the monk recites a love poem, it's really ......"

"The monk can't help but get married, what is there to recite a love poem, it sounds very meaningful......"

Yuan Zijun knew little about poetry, he felt that this poem was good, but he didn't know the real wonder.

In fact, Xu Ya and Lao Hong are also of similar standards, only at the level of enthusiasts. That is, I can barely understand the general meaning.

The storyteller began to explain below, "This poem was written by Miao Seng and Liu when they visited the Wusheng Mausoleum together, in front of the portrait of the infatuated sword saint. He said that he was a sword saint, although his martial arts were peerless, and he was extraordinary, which made people admire. But to be unswerving and to love one person is to see the nature of the saint more. Therefore, I wrote this poem and sacrificed to the sword saint. ”

"The original sacrifice to the Sword Saint sounds a little weird!"

"You know a fart, this is to praise the Sword Saint for his unswerving dedication......"

"Don't you hear any praise?"

Before the storyteller could finish speaking, the people below were arguing.

"Smack!"

The storyteller, Lao Bahu, picked up the startling wood and slapped it on the table, and the crisp and loud sound immediately suppressed all the noise.

"Did you say it or did I say it?" said the old bahu dissatisfiedly: "If you understand, come up and talk about ......"

"You said you ......" The people below were a little embarrassed, and hurriedly nodded back.

Lao Bahu suppressed the spectators below, was in a good mood, and said proudly: "This poem is meaningful, and there must be many people who can't understand it." I'll explain it to you. ”

No one spoke, and they all pricked up their ears and listened. Only when you understand it can you go back and show off to the others.

It is nothing to be able to recite a new poem of a wonderful monk, and it is necessary to explain the poem clearly, which is great.

People are like that, they all like to follow the trend. Everyone is talking about the wonderful monk Wukong, and it would be too embarrassing if you didn't say a few words.

Now, Wukong represents a level, a fashion. This craze was created, and the momentum became more and more powerful. It has become an unstoppable trend.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for the Tianshan Mountains, it is not a cloud. The meaning of these two sentences is that after experiencing the vicissitudes of the sea, other rivers and lakes will not care. I have seen the sea of clouds in the Tianshan Mountains, and the clouds and fog in other places are meaningless. ”

Before Lao Bahu finished speaking, some people below couldn't help but discuss: "Where is the sea of canghai, so awesome, where is the sea of clouds in the Tianshan Mountains! I want to go and see ......."

"Idiot, this obviously doesn't mean somewhere, it's all about another ......," someone explained.

Lao Bahu was afraid that everyone would be noisy again, so he hurriedly said: "Canghai refers to the vast sea, and the sea of clouds in the Tianshan Mountains should be said to be the hometown of the infatuated Sword Saint, but it also has another meaning here." ”

Lao Bahu is a storyteller, speaking loudly and clearly, and when he speaks, he has a low tone and frustration, which is very attractive. As soon as he spoke, there was a natural silence below.

"Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the cultivation of the road and half of the king. These two sentences are about passing through the flowers, but not looking at them much, half because of the way and half because of you. ”

Lao Bahu finally concluded: "Judging from the whole poem, this poem is to say that a man loves his wife very much, and in his heart he will not care about any beautiful woman except that he is a wife." ”

The meaning of this poem is not complicated, but it is affectionate and timeless, with extremely profound connotations, and has the awareness and wisdom of life. It's not just ordinary superficial love poetry.

Most of the guests of Longmen Tea Shop are not young. Knowing the true meaning of this poem, I can't help but feel emotional.

For a while, there was silence in the teahouse.

"Good poetry. A short and fat man suddenly shouted, stood up and threw down the copper coin, "I suddenly remembered that the old ladies of the family were still waiting for me and left." ”

As he spoke, the short and fat man strode out of the teahouse.

Seeing this, others also checked out.

"Yes, in the middle of the night, I still go home and hug my wife. ”

"Somehow, my heart was a little sour, and I walked away......"

More than half of the guests at the table quickly left. There were a few old men left, sitting there with long sighs, recalling the love and hate of their youth.

On the second floor were the boss Lao Hong, and the three of them all sighed.

Even Xu Ya, who is not used to seeing Wukong, can't help but praise: "It's really a good poem, the love is deep and not greasy, sad but not sad, and the aftertaste is long and endless......."

"Oh, you know poetry again. Yuan Zijun laughed.

With Xu Ya's level, he can barely read poetry. To make a review, it is inevitably a little inadequate.

Xu Yalao's face was slightly red, and he also knew that he was not qualified to comment. "You old fellow, you don't know what to say sour things!"

Xu Ya flicked his sleeves as he spoke, got up and said goodbye to Lao Hong: "Brother Hong, I'll go first." ”

"Hey, you're a guy, and you really ......" Yuan Zijun was a little bored, and sat alone for a while and left.

Lao Hong listened to the explanation of the poem, and his heart was stunned. The deep longing for his deceased wife rises from the deepest part of my heart.

Memories are like this, once you enter this kind of thought, no matter how strong you are, it is difficult to control yourself.

At this time, Lao Hong didn't bother to pay attention to the two old men. After the two left, Lao Hong returned to his room.

took out a transparent jade plate in his arms, Lao Hong gently rubbed the jade plate, and his face showed an affectionate and gentle color.

The deceased wife of the jade plate left him with a piece of divine consciousness of the deceased wife is stored in it. After so many years, Lao Hong will take it out when he is fine, and look at the voice and smile of his deceased wife in the jade card.

"Yuru, this poem is so good today. If you're alive, you'll love it too. ”

Lao Hong said to his wife in the jade plaque. The condensed projection of divine consciousness is naturally impossible to speak. Lao Hong looked at it for a while, and his face was full of tears.

The next morning, Lao Hong took a man with incense, candles, cakes and other gifts, and came to Tianma Temple by car.

In front of the door of Tianma Temple, there is a long queue of people, most of whom are carrying gifts.

Lao Hong was also slightly stunned when he saw this situation. Although he knew that Wukong was very famous, he didn't expect that there would be so many pilgrims.

"You go and inquire about ......," Lao Hong sent his fellow to inquire about the situation.

A middle-aged man with a sleeve next to him came over and said with a smile: "This uncle, I know everything you want to ask." ”

Lao Hong's eyesight can see what the other party is doing at a glance. He threw a few copper coins to the other party, "I just want to ask, can I see Master Wukong after I go in?"

"Amitabha, thank you for being old. The man took the copper coin, recited the Buddha name with a smile, and nodded and said thank you. It's a bit weird.

Lao Hong was a little strange and asked, "What are you reading?"

"Amitabha?"

The man smiled and said, "This is the avenue handed down by Master Wukong. Those who often sing the name of Amitabha Buddha can be reborn in bliss. When you meet Master Wukong, you have to believe this. Now there are more and more people who believe in this person......"

Lao Hong nodded, even if he practiced by reciting the Buddha's name, this was the first time he had heard of it. There should be some doorway in this.

With two hundred years of experience, Lao Hong feels that this is not simple, and it seems to have a deep meaning. But I couldn't understand it for a while.

This is like the poems made by Wukong, they are all profound and have a unique charm. Wukong, this wonderful monk, is really not simple!

Lao Hong laughed when he thought of this, at his level and age, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"With such a long line, can you meet Master Wukong when you go in?" Lao Hong asked about the business he was most concerned about.

The man said, "These pilgrims go in to offer incense and pray, and they are very fast." Under normal circumstances, the master will be there. In your position, you should be able to meet the master. ”

Hong Li saw that what the man said was quite clear, and gave a few copper coins as a thank you, and sent the man away.

After the man left, he looked at a few companions who were nested next to him and shook his head slightly.

The subtle communication between several people with their eyes made Lao Hong look at it.

The identities of these people should be secret agents of the imperial court. There may be people from other forces around here.

Lao Hong didn't care, there were many people who wanted to find him. His identity has stood up to investigation. Unless it was a ninth-order powerhouse squatting here guarding it, it was possible to recognize him at a glance.

A ninth-order powerhouse can see the truth from the false. No matter how deep his cultivation is, it is difficult for him to hide it from a ninth-order powerhouse.

But which ninth-order powerhouse is not arrogant, who will hide here and wait for him. Lao Hong didn't believe it.

Lao Hong was not in a hurry, and slowly lined up outside. When it's cold, go to the pie shop next to you and let the guys continue to line up there.

Before dark, Lao Hong finally entered the gate of Tianma Temple.

In the courtyard, there were more than a dozen pilgrims offering incense, and several female dependents kneeling down in the main hall to pray.

With so many people coming in the small courtyard, it was inevitably a little crowded and chaotic.

But Lao Hong also saw Wukong at a glance. Wukong stood in the main hall, his slender figure and moon-white monk's robe made him quite conspicuous.

Wukong's expression was gentle and calm, just standing there silently chanting the scriptures, and not talking to anyone. This kind of quiet standing naturally has a solemn and solemn nature, which makes people dare not ignore it.

Therefore, no one dared to talk to Wukong.

Lao Hong glanced at it and immediately withdrew his gaze. It is indeed refreshing and extraordinary. Therefore, no one can make a world-famous article.

Lao Hong just came to see it, and he didn't have any other thoughts. Like everyone else, after putting on a few pillars of incense and reciting two sentences of Amitabha, Lao Hong left.

However, when he went out, Lao Hong felt that there was a gaze stabbing in his back. When he looked back, he found nothing.

Although Lao Hong felt that something was wrong, he didn't care too much. Even if Wukong is gifted and beautiful, his cultivation is only a fifth-order, so it is impossible to see through his identity.

Back at the Longmen Teahouse, it was already dark.

On the high platform, Lao Bahu is explaining the poems, and there are still many spectators below.

Longmen Tea House says it is a tea house, and it actually also offers snacks and a variety of liquors. There are storytellers or operas and singing here every day, and the people who come are all nearby residents, and they want to have a lively time. Business isn't very good, but it's always been good.

Lao Hongzhi also likes this kind of leisurely life, refining weapons for a lifetime, and in the past twenty years since his death, he has no interest in refining weapons anymore.

Yuan Zijun and Xu Ya were both there, and they were very happy to see Lao Hong come back.

"I heard that you went to see Miao Monk, how about it?" Yuan Zijun was the most curious, and his temperament was also outgoing, so he asked.

Lao Hong nodded slowly: "I saw it, it is worthy of its name." ”

"You can see at a glance that the name is well deserved!" Xu Ya was a little unconvinced, thinking that Lao Hong was too exaggerated.

"If you go to see it, you will know that Wukong is that kind of genius at first glance, and these poems can only be made by people like him......"

"It's so powerful, I knew I would go with you......" Yuan Zijun said with a regretful face.

Lao Hong was about to speak, when he suddenly had a sense of induction, and couldn't help but look up at the window.

In winter, the wind is hard, and the windows have long been pasted with several layers of cotton paper, and there is no wind to see, let alone see anything.

Xu Ya said strangely: "Lao Hong, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's nothing...... Lao Hong smiled, "somehow, suddenly I was distracted......"

In the Tianma Temple, which is more than 20 miles away from the Longmen Teahouse, Hao Ming also slowly closed his eyes.

"He is worthy of being a master of refining, although he only has an eighth-order cultivation, his sense is extremely keen. ”

Gao Zhengyang asked, "Did he find you?"

"I sensed it. Obscure said indifferently: "However, he won't guess what went wrong." ”

No matter how keenly the refining master feels, he will be suppressed in front of the ninth-order powerhouse. Moreover, there is no malice in obscurity. Lao Hong couldn't feel anything.

Gao Zhengyang smiled: "No matter how smart he is, he can't imagine that you are guarding here." ”

found the refining master to practice Jinghong, Gao Zhengyang's mood was very good, and he also began to pat his ass.

Obscure said: "Since he has an induction, he may leave soon." ”

"Well, I'll go find him later. Gao Zhengyang didn't know the identity of Lian Jinghong, but he could guess just by looking at his clothes.

"There are a lot of people watching outside, don't make trouble...... "Obscure Ming warned.

Gao Zhengyang hurriedly agreed, "The disciple knows." ”

Gao Zhengyang didn't want to get into trouble either, he had to continue to stay in Tianyue Capital for a while.

Lian Jinghong's identity is very important, and it will be troublesome to leak it. If Gao Zhengyang wants to make some deals with Lian Jinghong, he must keep this secret.

When it was over, Gao Zhengyang finished his daily homework and did not change his clothes, but flew directly to the roof.

He began his light work, rode the wind and swept his sleeves, and flew away to the west.

In the deep night, Gao Zhengyang's white monk's robe was quite conspicuous. The spies were far away, and they could see the white shadow.

"Goku is out?" asked a secret agent, tentatively.

"Look in this direction, it's not going to Yuchun Tower!" said another agent.

"What should I do, do I still have to follow?"

"it, he's so good at light work, it's gone. ”

"Actually, put a locator tag on him, and it will be easy to find him. ”

"This is the distinguished guest of the Nine Emperor Princes, and the friends are all powerful people. Xia Fu, you are looking for death!"

The other agents didn't dare to speak, and they didn't let their whereabouts be exposed, they didn't send masters, and they didn't let them use spells, so how could they follow.

"Forget it, leave him alone. We're keeping an eye on this place, mainly to see if there's anyone sneaky to come......"

Gao Zhengyang threw off a few spies and traveled all the way west into a dense forest by the Green Water Canal.

In the dense forest, Gao Zhengyang triggered the titanium alloy, changed his body shape, and took out a black tights in the heart Buddha space to change it.

Gao Zhengyang stopped for a long time, making sure that no one was following. Only then did he quietly emerge from the other side of the forest.

According to the direction that Hao Ming said, Gao Zhengyang galloped all the way to the position.

It's a residential area, it's pitch black, and there's no light in sight.

Although there is no curfew in Tianyue, no one will go out after the hour.

At this time, most of the people who were wandering outside were thieves.

Gao Zhengyang sighed, just by one direction, it was a little too difficult.

Fortunately, he has seen Lao Hong, even if he doesn't know his identity, he should be able to find it when he turns around at dawn and inquires.

Gao Zhengyang stood on the eaves of a three-story pavilion, holding his hands on his chest and standing against the wind. This allowed him to find a bit of a dark hero feeling.

Now, it's better to have two thieves and let him get over the addiction of heroes.

"That's not right!" Gao Zhengyang suddenly felt a sense in his heart and hurriedly turned around.

I saw a white shadow flying by, "The thief looks at the sword!"

He began his light work, rode the wind and swept his sleeves, and flew away to the west.

In the deep night, Gao Zhengyang's white monk's robe was quite conspicuous. The spies were far away, and they could see the white shadow.

"Goku is out?" asked a secret agent, tentatively.

"Look in this direction, it's not going to Yuchun Tower!" said another agent.

"What should I do, do I still have to follow?"

"it, he's so good at light work, it's gone. ”

"Actually, put a locator tag on him, and it will be easy to find him. ”

"This is the distinguished guest of the Nine Emperor Princes, and the friends are all powerful people. Xia Fu, you are looking for death!"

The other agents didn't dare to speak, and they didn't let their whereabouts be exposed, they didn't send masters, and they didn't let them use spells, so how could they follow.

"Forget it, leave him alone. We're keeping an eye on this place, mainly to see if there's anyone sneaky to come......"

Gao Zhengyang threw off a few spies and traveled all the way west into a dense forest by the Green Water Canal.

In the dense forest, Gao Zhengyang triggered the titanium alloy, changed his body shape, and took out a black tights in the heart Buddha space to change it.

Gao Zhengyang stopped for a long time, making sure that no one was following. Only then did he quietly emerge from the other side of the forest.

According to the direction that Hao Ming said, Gao Zhengyang galloped all the way to the position.

It's a residential area, it's pitch black, and there's no light in sight.

Although there is no curfew in Tianyue, no one will go out after the hour.

At this time, most of the people who were wandering outside were thieves.

Gao Zhengyang sighed, just by one direction, it was a little too difficult.

Fortunately, he has seen Lao Hong, even if he doesn't know his identity, he should be able to find it when he turns around at dawn and inquires.

Gao Zhengyang stood on the eaves of a three-story pavilion, holding his hands on his chest and standing against the wind. This allowed him to find a bit of a dark hero feeling.

Now, it's better to have two thieves and let him get over the addiction of heroes.

"That's not right!" Gao Zhengyang suddenly felt a sense in his heart and hurriedly turned around.

I saw a white shadow flying by, "The thief looks at the sword!"