While talking, the two came to the front of the pagoda of Bao'en Temple, only to see a square table set up at the entrance of the courtyard, and there were guest records and pen and ink for inscriptions on the table.

Two monks guarding the merit box and chatting quietly there.

Zhao Shouzheng only felt that his heartbeat was strong, but Fan Datong looked as usual, and Shi Shiran walked over.

The monk looked up at him, and before he could speak, he saw Fan Datong pointing to the list of inscriptions, and said calmly: "We are going out." ”

The monk did not doubt him, so he continued to bow his head and chat, Fan Datong squeezed his eyes proudly at Zhao Shouzheng, and took him into the tower courtyard.

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There are one hundred and eight golden bells hanging in the tower of Bao'en Temple, the spring breeze blows, and the melodious and pleasant bell spreads all over the inside and outside of the Buddhist temple.

Under the high base of the tower, there are hundreds of futons, hundreds of dwarf cases, and the young talents of Jinling City gather together, among which there are many famous Jiangzuo celebrities, and it is not uncommon for gentry and officials to be present.

These people are all here for the face of the poet and monk Xuelang.

Although the snow waves at this time have just come out, and they have not yet reached the point where the commotion is full of the world more than ten years later, so many people know that they want to donate money. It is enough to show that his influence now, at least in the city of Nanjing, should not be underestimated.

When Zhao Shouzheng and the others entered, the young monk with a handsome face and a gorgeous brocade robe was sitting cross-legged on his master's seat. I saw that his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like a star, he was handsome, gentle and elegant, his bearing was chic, his demeanor was peerless, and he did not look like a character in this turbid world.

A gust of wind blew and blew countless begonia petals, and the poet monk Snow Wave was bathed in the rain of flowers, and laughed loudly at the guests who enthusiastically asked for poetry:

"It's hard for you to be gracious, and the little monk has no choice but to make it difficult and make a fool of himself again."

The crowd cheered.

While the eyes of the guests were focused on the shiny bald head, the two of them looked around for a vacant seat. It's just that there are a lot of guests today, and there are no more seats left, so the two of them found two back-to-back seats in the corner of the tower courtyard and sat down.

At this time, at noon, the temple's fasting meal has just been placed on the long low table, and the fragrance is fragrant and steaming.

Seeing that Xuelang wanted to write poems, the guests didn't care about eating and drinking, they all stretched their necks and listened, and Zhao Shouzheng was no exception.

Then I heard the Snow Wave Master chant loudly:

"After the rain, the breeze does not pass the pool, and the wicker is still brushing the silk in the mirror.

Relying on the bird and fish together, the moon under the water knows ......"

The hall was full of applause, and everyone praised each other.

Fan Datong ignored it, holding his chopsticks and lowering his head, and quickly pulled the main dishes such as mushroom gluten, dried matsutake tea, vegetarian assortment, and magnolia slices into his stomach.

Zhao Shouzheng didn't come to this mouth, he actually longed for today's Wenhui very much. After listening carefully to the poem, he saw that several poets from the Jinling poetry circle sang and harmonized with him, but no one talked about moral articles, Zhu Zichengyi and the like...... Zhao Shouzheng didn't have never seen the world, and after a while, he heard that something was wrong.

He looked around the field, and there were only himself and Fan Datong wearing blue shirts.

Daming has its own rules for dressing, although in recent years, even businessmen and civilians wear silk and satin, and the regulations have long been chaotic. However, if you participate in a cultural meeting on the topic of karma, the inmates and students wear blue shirts, and the lifters wear black round-necked robes, but this rule will not be disordered.

Obviously, either there are only two of them in this game, or this is not a well-dressed cultural party.

Zhao Shouzheng poked his back a little crampedly, only caring about Fan Datong, who was eating nonsense.

"Don't you say it's a Wenhui? How did it become a poetry meeting? ”

"How can the literary society have a grade of poetry? If it weren't for the fundraiser, we wouldn't be eligible to participate. Fan Datong took a big bite of fragrant rice, and replied vaguely: "Let's get familiar with it first, and if we meet again at the literary meeting in the future, we will be looked down upon." ”

Zhao Shouzheng already admired Xue Lang, and when he heard it, he nodded and said: "You have some truth in what you said, then let's be familiar." ”

Fan Datong was in a hurry to eat, and while talking, he accidentally choked, and quickly picked up the wine jug on the table and poured the special vegetarian wine in the temple.

Zhao Shouzheng felt a little panicked, now that his family has four or five hundred taels of base, his skin is not as thick as before.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." He whispered to Fan Datong.

Fan Datong didn't care, continued to reach for the plate in the distance, and said to himself: "I don't know where the next meal is, let's mix it up first." ”

Looking at his appearance, he was really hungry for a few days. Zhao Shouzheng sighed secretly in his heart, Sage Yun, Cang Liao knows etiquette from the truth, and it is really not wrong at all.

He didn't mean to stay away from Fan Datong, but thought about it, how could he help the virtuous brother get out of this quagmire?

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Zhao Shouzheng didn't care about Fan Datong's appearance, but the people at the same table with him couldn't bear it.

Everyone has been sitting since the morning, who hasn't been hungry with their chests and backs? It's just that he holds his own identity, and when he sees that Xue Lang and others are in full poetry, he hasn't moved his chopsticks much.

Besides, although this meal doesn't cost money, everyone donates money when they enter the door!

I saw a middle-aged man at the same table wearing a black satin round-necked robe and a big hat on his head, patted the desk, pointed to Fan Datong wearing a blue soap-necked shirt, and said coldly: "Where did the rice bucket come in, eat nonsense here, and pollute the pure land of Buddhism!" ”

The people at the nearby tables looked over one after another, and when they saw that it was a black-robed lifter scolding a student in a blue shirt, they all showed gloating expressions.

At this time, the other people at the same table also echoed the man, shouting and shouting that the little novice should come over and drive out this poor showman!

Fan Datong said disdainfully: "Who said that I was indiscriminate? Belch...... Isn't it just poetry? As if no one would. ”

"Then you did it!" The man sneered and squeezed. He was already holding back the fire today, thinking that with his identity, he should sit in the front row, but he didn't expect to be arranged in the corner, and he was sitting with a waste wood in a blue shirt! He used this man as a punching bag.

Most people participate in the poetry meeting because they are here to join in the fun. Naturally, it was not a big deal to see the excitement, so they coaxed together and asked Fan Datong to compose poems.

Fan Datong had already eaten and drunk enough, raised his head and wiped his mouth, and said proudly: "What's so difficult about this? Listen to me improvise a "Pagoda Poem"! ”

The scene was quiet, and the people couldn't help but beat the drums in their hearts, and they wouldn't meet weirdos in the secret way, right? Then he is going to become a stepping stone for the other party to become famous......

Just as he was worried, he listened to Fan Datong's subdued and frustrated chanting:

"From a distance, the pagoda is shining, and the bottom is thick and the top is pointy. If the pagoda is turned upside down, the top is thick and the bottom is sharp......"

The air froze for a few breaths before bursting into laughter. The man held his stomach, slapped the table, laughed so much that he burst into tears, and said breathlessly: "This rice bucket's limerick is actually quite rhyming......"

The nearby tables were also smiling, which naturally attracted the attention of the tables farther away. People curiously inquired about the reason for the laughter, and then more laughter spread, like wheat waves in the wind, and after a while, it spread throughout the entire tower courtyard.

Even the monk Xuelang laughed so much that he sat on the futon, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

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