Chapter 157

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After master Cixu said the name of Bodhi cliff, Chen mumingxian felt the atmosphere in the audience become very enthusiastic, that is, both Jun couldn't help but look at him.

Chen Mo left Chang'an shortly after he was born. After that, he studied hard in Qinglong Town. He didn't know much about the Zen family of the Dazhong Dynasty, so he asked the third sister.

After knowing Bodhi cliff from the third sister, she couldn't help but be surprised.

It turns out that this Bodhi cliff may be the original Xingbao.

In the ancient primitive astral realm, there was no inner, outer and central separation in the astral realm. The astral force of the entire astral realm was vast and endless, just like the ancestor star general. Tens of thousands of years later, the astral realm began to split. Since the emergence of Niang mountain, the astral force of the astral realm has successively divided today's outer, inner and central situations with Niang mountain as the center.

Although the star power has changed, some precious treasures from the primitive star domain period have remained.

Needless to say, the legend of Bodhi cliff is one of the original Star treasures.

It is said that there was a Zen master who meditated under a bodhi tree to realize the Tao, and achieved the supreme star name with Zen heart and fruit.

Among the hundred schools of thought, the Zen School is derived from Buddhism and is famous in the star world. It is ranked at the end of the "ten schools". Although it is not inferior to the Confucian words that follow the law and act, and the immortal sage's words are slightly inferior to the essence of the Taoist "doing nothing without doing nothing", the Zen School has a great feature - meditation.

Those who study Zen practice meditation to realize the Tao and reach a higher level.

This kind of meditation, which can be seen by any martial artist for the first time, is particularly popular in the extraterrestrial domain. Since the establishment of Zen, it seems to be approaching Buddhism.

Bodhi cliff, a place of primitive star treasure, is of great help to meditation. It is easy to feel the breath of the ancestor of ancient Zen, understand the way of heaven and earth, and break through the shackles of cultivation. No wonder when master Cixu wants to open Bodhi cliff, everyone is excited.

Which warrior doesn't want to go to the place where the legend says that the original star power remains to meditate, even the emperor of the Tang Dynasty only stayed for a few days on the day of his accession to the throne.

In such a holy land, there are strict regulations in Wanshou temple, and few monks outside Wanshou Temple enter.

"Master, can't we also take part in this examination?" A warrior asked eagerly, and others were unwilling to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Yes, not only by you, but also by the four Zen masters of the temple." Master Cixu smiled mercifully and said.

The anger of the banquet instantly reached an unprecedented heat.

Everyone began to think hard about their understanding of Zen.

According to ordinary martial artists, Zen is nothing more than the improvement of the realm of martial arts. In addition, those messy truths are too mysterious and meaningless.

"Those of us who are elders should not compete with the younger generation. What do Aiqing think?" The Tang emperor spoke.

"Of course."

"Your Majesty said so."

Chen ZhangTian and Jiang ruxiu both replied that they had no intention of going to the primitive Xingdi Bodhi cliff. The legend of that place is so powerful, that's right, but since ancient times, they haven't heard anyone meditate on Bodhi cliff and produce anything, and both of them have also seen it. It's nothing strange.

If this treasure land is really so powerful, Wanshou temple would have been full of thunder robbed monks, and the heavy dynasty would also be renamed Wanshou Dynasty.

Chen ZhangTian's disdain for reaching the realm of emperor, but others are different, and all want to see the treasure land.

The first martial artist to stand up was the first Jinshi from Nanzhou. He was a tiger backed man who looked absolutely unlike an 18-year-old man. When he opened his mouth, his voice was like a bell, deafening. "I made Kaesong make a fool of myself. Zen to me is like my biological parents..."

It is full of great comments and nearly a thousand words. It is about taking Zen as a parent, and the whole article is full of flattery. Although the meaning of his words' learning Zen one day and being a father all his life 'is interesting, it is not so outstanding to cooperate with those clever flatteries, and his words are too much, which sounds annoying.

The next scholars all stood up one by one, splashing ink and talking nonsense. Their eloquence was really as eloquent as a river. There was the cleverness of Buddhism's' spitting lotus flowers', but the Zen said the truth that the world is direct to the hearts of the people, which can easily intimidate the hearts of the people.

The endless argument is inferior.

Concise and concise statements can penetrate people's hearts more easily. Don't you see the soul chicken soup is so short? Why? Because it's easy to remember, Chen Mo shook his head secretly.

After a few incense sticks, master Cixu and the four monks of Wanshou temple still have no ancient wells, no mercy and no joy.

"Stop exaggerating. It's ridiculous that Zen is like parents." Jiang Yanyu finally couldn't listen, interrupting these general talks.

These warriors are not talking about the meaning of Zen at all. Instead, they can't wait to let the monks in Wanshou Temple know how loyal and fond they are of Zen. It's really boring.

Jiang Yanyu spoke, and others dared not refute at all.

"Parents, like Zen, want to raise you. It's really superficial." Jiang Yanyu's merciless criticism made Kaesong blush.

"What the princess taught is that the Kaicheng magic barrier." Kaesong was terrified.

"Your Highness, I don't know what's your opinion on Zen?" Master Cixu smiled.

Everyone is looking forward to the understanding of Dazhong Dynasty's brilliant genius on Zen.

"Yanyu's view is very immature, and I'm afraid it can't compare with you eminent monks." Jiang Yanyu's expression is sincere.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that there is no difference between high and low Zen."

"Then make a poem for misty rain." Jiang Yanyu thought for a moment.

"Smart."

Chen Mo secretly praised that to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the shortest time, concise poems are the simplest, crude and concise way. Jiang Yanyu has seen the core of this assessment.

Jiang Yanyu closed her eyes, and her breath was as quiet as orchids. Every time she breathed, it was natural. The girl opened her eyes and opened her hands as if she were looking at something in the void. She slowly read, "a drop of Zen temple rain, a little lead in the heart; I sat on the lotus platform, and all creatures were in the palm."

Everyone was stunned.

In just 20 words, the girl's heart of washing lead and being bent on the domineering side of the Buddha was outlined. Compared with the previous theory, she stood out from the crowd and made a decision.

"Princess, why not in my heart?" Ling Kaicheng asked.

"Buddhists have the saying of the Buddha kingdom in the palm, and all creatures in the palm are Buddhists." Jiang Yanyu smiled faintly.

"OK."

"Great."

The audience applauded.

"It's amazing. I can make such a poem in such a short time. Sister Yanyu is really a genius. I'm a little ashamed." Chen Luan secretly exclaimed.

"If you really think of it in such a short time, it's really genius." Chen Mo also wants to look at Jiang Yanyu with new eyes. This woman's achievements today are not lucky.

As soon as Jiang Yanyu's Zen poetry came out, others stopped talking. Several martial artists still thought about it, but it was dwarfed by Jiang Yanyu and made people laugh.

"Sister Yanyu did a good job, so let's make a fool of herself." Tang Feng laughed and put the crystal cup away.

"Feng ER, don't lose the face of the royal family." The queen laughed.

"This dynasty is headed by the Zen family. Naturally, the ministers dare not lose their face." Tang Feng's generous response, as early as before the banquet, has been the examination question. Compared with others, he has been prepared long ago. Although Wanshou temple will not cover up, he will naturally play better than others after full preparation.

Jiang Yanyu should have read the title before making the poem. Tang Feng disdained to think.

Tang Feng pretended to be silent and read slowly, "spring snow is full of space, and the touch is like flowers. I don't know if the trees in the garden are real plum."

"Good poetry."

"The artistic conception is great."

The hall was full of cheers.

Tang Feng's poem full of spring snow is short, simple, vivid and interesting. It is indeed more powerful than Jiang Yanyu. Chen Mo is also surprised that he can make such a Zen poem, but although Tang Feng's poem is beautiful, it is less natural.

Jiang Yanyu's natural artistic conception of 'a drop of Zen temple rain' seems to have been prepared for a long time, and there is no artistic conception that matches the poetry.

But anyway, on the surface of the poem, Tang Feng is undoubtedly more brilliant.

"Make a fool of yourself." Tang Feng sat down, glanced at Chen Mo, and was secretly proud. He once suppressed you from making up the limelight of Yu Youwei's ancient music score, and now you will also be defeated in Zen classics. He doesn't believe that Chen Mo can make extraordinary Zen poetry in such a short time, unless he really has the realm of a great Zen master.

But is it possible?

therefore.

At this time, Chen Mo once again became the focus of the audience. It was obvious that he was the only one who could compete with Tang Feng and Jiang Yanyu.

Chen Mo pondered for a long time, and suddenly remembered the scene of his previous life. After looking back, he suddenly turned melancholy. "That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the Sutra hall and suddenly heard the truth of your chanting sutras; that January, I shook all the sutras, not for transcendence, but just to touch your fingertips; that year, I knelt and prostrated on the mountain road, not for audience, but for the warmth of being close to you; that life, I turned mountains, water and pagodas, not for the afterlife, but for meeting you on the way."

When I meet you at the end, the banquet hall is dead and silent for a long time.

Chen Mo's poems have a great sense of picture, but they instantly immerse everyone and suffocate.

"What a day, that month, that year, that life..." a longevity Temple Zen master who had not spoken was moved.

This progressive choice of words is stronger and stronger, shaking people's hearts.

"How can you have such an understanding." Master Cixu's incredible way.

Everyone is unbelievable.

Such poems containing feelings come from the bottom of my heart. It's simply evil for a boy of fifteen or sixteen to have such feelings.

No one knows how to describe his feelings for Chen mo.

Chen Mo has many Zen poems, but he unknowingly used this famous life when he suddenly remembered the things of his previous life. Of course, he is not afraid that others have heard of it. This song "that life" is said to be written by cangyang Jiacuo, but in fact, it comes from the lyrics of a song "believer" in a singer's album "yangjinma". The lyricist is a modern man. Chen Mo doesn't think he will have a star name in the star world.

In that life, the expression of feelings was very strong, and the perfect integration of emotion and Zen. To the people of the Dazhong Dynasty, it was indeed unprecedented.

Even the eminent monk was stunned.

"Good, Chen Mo, Chen Mo, what happened to you? It can make you have such a sad understanding. Yanyu is more and more interested in knowing." The river murmured in the misty rain.