Everyone was pointing and talking.

One of the scholars looked at him and praised: "What a wonderful poem! This is a..."

"Look, he's still writing the second song!"

Everyone's faces were full of surprise, and they immediately fell silent, staring intently at the young scholar's writing.

"Golden Chan Temple on the Reclining Buddha Mountain..."

"I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises..."

"Don't be afraid of the clouds covering your eyes..."

"Zi Yuan Shen is at the highest level..."

After one of the scholars finished reading, the middle-aged monk, who was still leaning against the Buddha statue with his eyes closed and sneered, frowned and opened his eyes.

Immediately, he walked over, stood in front of the stone wall, and stared at it.

"Look! There's a third song!"

"This young man is so brave, he actually wants to write three songs in a row!"

Everyone's faces were filled with surprise.

Qin Wenzheng and others also held their breaths, with looks of surprise on their faces.

A scholar stared closely at the third piece, and his heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to be witnessing the birth of an extraordinary miracle today.

"The mountains are close, the moon is far away, and the moon is small..."

"By the way, this mountain is larger than the moon..."

"If someone's eyes were as big as the sky..."

"When you see that the mountains are high and the moon is wider..."

Luo Qingzhou finished writing it in one breath, and just when he was about to mention his name at the end, the middle-aged monk suddenly shouted angrily: "What a bullshit poem! Clean it up for me!"

"Crack!"

A crisp sound!

As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a hand suddenly slapped him hard on the back of his shiny head, causing him to somersault and fall to the ground with a "bang"!

"Fuck you...Master...Uncle Master..."

The middle-aged monk looked back, the anger on his face suddenly stiffened, he hurriedly got up, and said with a flattering face: "Uncle Master, why did you come out in person?"

A tall and thin old monk in gray robes with gray eyebrows suddenly appeared silently, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, a solemn look between his brows.

The solemnity quickly turned into shock, and then turned into thoughts.

"Uncle Master, you..."

"Crack!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk came closer, the kind-hearted old monk suddenly slapped him hard and flew him away, and then shouted angrily: "Stupid thing! If I don't come out, you will destroy my temple and will

A rare treasure that has been passed down through the ages! Come over here, lift up this wall, and send it to the mountain quickly!"

The middle-aged monk was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. He jumped up from the ground in a hurry. Then, with everyone's stunned expressions, he walked to the stone wall and suddenly let out a low roar.

He was pulled up from the ground and put on his shoulders!

The old monk reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the three poems on the wall, then walked up to the young man, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "Master, if it is convenient, you can still

Please follow the poor monk up the mountain to gather together. The poor monk has some questions and wants to ask the young master for advice."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and bowed deeply to plead.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Thanks to the leader of "Jiaran can't get enough energy" for the reward, I shed tears of gratitude and wiped away my tears.
Chapter completed!