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Chapter 44 Pagoda Poetry

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    While talking, the two came to the pagoda courtyard of Baoen Temple. They saw a square table at the entrance of the courtyard. On the table were guest lists and ink for inscriptions.

    The two Zhike monks were guarding the merit box and chatting quietly there.

    Zhao Shouzheng only felt his heart beating violently, but Fan Datong looked as usual and Shi Shiran walked over.

    The monk Zhike raised his head and glanced at him. Before he could speak, he saw Fan Datong pointing at the list of titles and said calmly: "We have gone out to pay respects."

    The monk did not doubt that he was there, so he continued to chat with his head down. Fan Datong winked at Zhao Shouzheng proudly and led him into the pagoda courtyard.

    ??~~

    There are one hundred and eight golden bells hanging on the tower of Baoen Temple. The spring breeze blows, and the melodious and melodious sound of the bells spreads throughout the temple and inside.

    Under the high base of the tower, there are hundreds of futons and hundreds of low tables. The young talents of Jinling City gathered together, including some famous Jiangzuo celebrities, including gentry and officials.

    These people all came here for the sake of the poet monk Xuelang.

    Although Xuelang was just starting out at this time and had not reached the point where he would become famous all over the world more than ten years later, so many people knew that they wanted to donate money and still flocked to it.  It is enough to show that his current influence, at least in Nanjing, cannot be underestimated.

    When Zhao Shouzheng and the others came in, the young monk, wearing a gorgeous brocade cassock and a handsome face, was sitting cross-legged on the master's seat.  I saw that his face was like a crown jade, his eyes were like bright stars, he was handsome, gentle and elegant, his demeanor was unrestrained and his style was peerless, unlike this person in this turbulent world.

    A gust of breeze blew by, blowing countless crabapple petals. The poet monk Xuelang bathed in the rain of flowers and laughed loudly to the guests who were enthusiastically asking for poems:

    "It's hard to refuse your kindness, so the young monk had no choice but to do it and show his shame again."

    Everyone cheered immediately.

    While the guests¡¯ eyes were all focused on the shiny bald head, Shouzheng and his wife looked around for an empty seat.  However, there were so many guests today that there were no adjacent seats left, so the two of them found two seats back to back in the corner of the tower courtyard and sat down.

    It¡¯s noon at this time, and the temple¡¯s vegetarian meal has just been placed on the long short table. It¡¯s fragrant and steaming.

    Seeing that Xuelang was about to compose a poem, the guests all stretched their necks to listen, regardless of eating or drinking, and Zhao Shouzheng was no exception.

    Then I heard Master Xuelang chant loudly:

    ¡°After the rain, the breeze does not blow across the pond, and the wicker branches are still blowing in the mirror.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Only when the moon is bright under the water, can we know ourselves"

    The whole hall immediately cheered and everyone praised him.

    Fan Datong ignored them. He held up his chopsticks and lowered his head to quickly eat the main dishes such as mushroom gluten, dried matsutake tea, assorted vegetables, and magnolia slices.

    Zhao Shouzheng didn¡¯t come here just for this. He was actually looking forward to today¡¯s literary meeting.  Then he listened carefully to Xue Lang's poem, and saw that several poets from the Jinling poetry circle were singing with him, but no one talked about moral articles, such as Zhu Zi, Cheng Yi, etc It was not like Zhao Shouzheng had never seen the world, so he listened after a while.  Something is wrong.

    He looked around the field and saw that he and Fan Datong were the only two people wearing blue shirts.

    The Ming Dynasty had its own rules for clothing. Although the world has declined in recent years, even merchants and common people wear silk and satin, which has long ago messed up the rules.  However, if you are participating in a cultural gathering where career advancement is the topic, the supervisors and students will wear blue shirts, and the candidates will wear black round-neck robes. This rule will not be messed up.

    ¡°Obviously, either they were the only two students in this event, or this was not a cultural gathering where proper attire was required.

    Zhao Shouzheng poked his back awkwardly, looking only at Fan Datong, who was eating and sleeping.

    "Didn't you say it was a literary society? Why did it become a poetry society?"

    "How can a literary meeting be as good as a poetry meeting? If it weren't for fundraising, we wouldn't be qualified to participate." Fan Datong ate a big mouthful of fragrant rice and answered vaguely: "Let's get to know each other first, and we can meet again at the literary meeting in the future."  You will be looked down upon.  "

    Zhao Shouzheng already admired Xuelang a lot, so he nodded and said, "What you said makes some sense, so let's become familiar with each other."

    Fan Datong ate in a hurry, and while talking, he accidentally choked. He quickly picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured down the specially brewed vegetarian wine in the temple.

    Zhao Shouzheng felt a little embarrassed. Now that his family had four to five hundred taels, his face was not as thick as before.

    "Eat slowly, don't choke." He persuaded Fan Datong in a low voice.

    Fan Datong, however, didn't care. He continued to reach for the plate in the distance and said to himself: "I don't know where my next meal will be yet. Let's get full first."

    ?Looking at the way he eats, it turns out he has been hungry for a few days.  Zhao Shouzheng sighed secretly in his heart, the sage said, Canglin knows the etiquette, and it is indeed correct.

     He had no intention of staying away from Fan Datong. Instead, he thought about how he could help his wise brother get out of this quagmire.

    ??~~

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

    ??Since we have been sitting here since morning, who hasn¡¯t been so hungry that his chest is touching his back?  It was just that he kept his identity and saw that Xuelang and others were in high poetry, so he didn't use his chopsticks much.

    Besides, although this meal is free, everyone donated money when they came in!

    Then I saw a middle-aged man at the same table wearing a black satin round-neck robe and a big hat. He slapped the table, pointed at Fan Datong, who was wearing a blue soap-collared sweatshirt, and shouted coldly: "Where did you sneak in?"  , eating haiselessly here, polluting the pure place of Buddhism!"

    People at a few tables nearby heard the sound and looked over. When they saw a black-robed minister scolding a blue-robed student, they all showed gloating expressions.

    At this time, other people at the table also agreed with the Juren, shouting at the little novice to come quickly and drive out this poor scholar who was just cheating on him!

    Fan Datong said disdainfully: "Who said I was just trying to make up my name? Hiccup Isn't it just poetry? It seems like no one can do it."

    "Then you're doing it!" The judge then sneered and started to crowd around.  He was holding back his anger today, thinking that with his status, he should sit in the front row, but he didn't expect to be placed in the corner, and he was sitting with a loser in a blue shirt!  He treated this person as a punching bag.

    Most people attend poetry gatherings just to join in the fun.  Naturally, those who were watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal, so they started making noise together and asked Fan Datong to compose a poem.

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

    The scene suddenly became quiet, and the judge was a bit worried, secretly thinking that he would not encounter a weirdo, right?  Then I will become the stepping stone for the other party to become famous

    ??While feeling uneasy, I heard Fan Datong chanting in a cadence:

    "Looking at the pagoda from a distance, it is shiny and thick at the bottom and pointed at the top. If you turn the pagoda upside down, it will be thick at the top and pointed at the bottom"

    The air in the field was stagnant for a few breaths before bursts of laughter broke out.  The judge held his belly in his hands and patted the table, laughing until tears burst into his face. He said out of breath, "This idiot's doggerel actually rhymes"

    The tables nearby were also laughing, which naturally attracted the attention of the tables further away.  People were curious to find out the reason for the laughter, and then more laughter spread, like waves of wheat in the wind. After a while, it spread throughout the entire tower courtyard.

    Even Monk Xuelang laughed so much that he fell down on the futon and couldn't breathe for a long time.

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