My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 348 The Buddha chanted poems on the wall, the old monk was shocked! [Thanks to the leader of "Jiaran who can't get excited" for the reward]

   Lying under the Foshan Mountain.

   There are so many tourists and vendors shouting, it's so lively.

  On the steps up the mountain, it was bustling with people.

  Some are alone, some are with families;

  Many hawkers held colorful windmills, sugar figurines, paper kites, etc. in their hands and hawked them, attracting many children and girls to stop and pester adults to buy them.

  The carriage stopped at the intersection outside.

  Nangong Meijiao led the members of the Qin family to the steps up the mountain with ease.

  The lively atmosphere eased the depression and anxiety of everyone in the Qin family a little.

  When the tourists saw this group of people dressed luxuriously and accompanied by guards, they all voluntarily moved out of the way, and the peddlers who stopped the tourists by the roadside and yelled at their products also voluntarily backed away.

  Nangong Meijiao had a cold face, walking in front with an imposing manner.

  The tourist only glanced at it, then timidly looked away.

  Everyone has their own aura.

   Some people are weak and some people are strong.

People living at the bottom have the weakest aura, and they are also the most inferior and timid in their bones; while those who occupy high positions or are born nobles, as well as those who are strong in themselves, naturally carry a strong aura on them, which makes people People are intimidated, unconsciously guilty and timid.

  After they passed by, the tourists behind them dared to discuss in a low voice.

   "I don't know which big family in Kyoto is going out for a trip. Look, even the maids are dressed brightly, and they are all beautiful..."

   "I'm afraid it's not just a rich family, it looks like a nobleman in the inner city..."

  Listening to the discussion behind her, Song Ruyue was unhappy instead of worried, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Master, when can we move into the inner city?"

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her. He didn't want to answer at first, but after thinking for a while, he said, "You have to ask Chuan'er and Qingzhou, or Lang'er. I have no hope, I can only count on them. "

  Song Ruyue pouted, but said nothing.

   Originally wanted to complain that he shouldn't have resigned, but after thinking about it, if he didn't resign, the entire family would not be able to come to the capital.

   A meritorious family with a title cannot relocate the whole family casually.

   "Candied haws, candied haws! Sweet and crunchy candied haws..."

  By the roadside, a dark-skinned girl with long braids and a floral skirt was holding a stick in her arms filled with bright red and attractive candied haws, and was yelling crisply.

   Sitting behind him was a grey-haired old man, occasionally yelling along.

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head to take a look, and asked, "Who eats candied haws?"

  Bai Ling was the first to raise his hand and said, "I will eat and I will eat! Grandpa, I will eat!"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Then go buy it, and buy a bunch for everyone by the way."

  Braun: "..."

   "Hmph! My uncle is so stingy!"

  She pouted, with a resentful expression on her face.

  Luo Qingzhou walked over, took out silver, bought eight strings, then took them back and distributed them to Xiaodie, Qiu'er, Zhu'er, Meier, Second Miss, and handed them to Xia Chan.

  There are two strings left in my hand.

  He handed one of the strings to Bai Ling, and asked, "Is my uncle still stingy?"

  Bai Ling snatched it away immediately, and said with a smile on his face, "Don't be stingy, I can correct my mistakes, I will forgive you."

   As she said that, she took a bite and bit off one, sweetly narrowed her eyes, with sweet dimples on her face, looking cute and silly.

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at Miss Qin next to her, hesitated for a moment, passed the last bunch over, and said, "Miss, do you want to eat?"

  Qin Jianjia shook his head slightly, with a cold expression.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more, just as he was about to put it in his mouth, there was a "cough" sound in front of him.

  Song Ruyue: "Cough cough cough."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at the front, and then realized that he quickly took the last string and handed it to the Nangong Princess, saying: "Princess, here it is for you."

  Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "Don't eat."

  Luo Qingzhou took it back, and was about to put it in his mouth again, when another "cough" sound came from beside him.

  Song Ruyue stared at him with a cold face and said, "Ahem!"

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

  He froze, and then he really reacted, and quickly handed over the last bunch in his hand, and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want to eat?"

"Humph!"

  Song Ruyue snatched it away, walked quickly ahead, and muttered, "No winks."

  Qin Wenzheng couldn't help muttering: "What age do you still eat this kind of thing?"

  Song Ruyue immediately turned her head and said, "Master, what do you mean? Do you dislike him for being old? He is only twenty-nine this year!"

  Qin Wenzheng was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Twenty-nine? How did I remember that you were twenty-nine two years ago?"

  Song Ruyue stared at him with resentment on her face.

  Second Miss Qin quickly suppressed a smile and said, "Daddy, you remember wrongly, mother is only twenty-nine this year."

  Qin Wenzheng gave her a suspicious look, and muttered, "It doesn't look like that."

  Luo Qingzhou also quickly said: "I don't think so, too. My mother-in-law doesn't look like 29 years old."

  Song Ruyue stared at him with fire in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou went on to say: "My mother-in-law and the second lady were walking together just now, and I heard a tourist next to me say, [Look, those sisters are so beautiful]. My mother-in-law looks so young, like twenty, at most two fifteen."

   "Pfft..."

  Second Miss Qin covered her mouth and laughed.

  Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and immediately became serious, cast a reproachful glance at him and said, "Hmph, the skill of flattering is becoming more and more proficient."

   After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked forward, his mouth suddenly opened, and he began to smile.

   A group of people continued to climb the steps.

  Qin Chuan walked at the back, looking around vigilantly, looking aggressive and eager to fight someone.

  Many tourists saw that these female family members were all white and beautiful, like flowers and jade, and couldn't help but want to take a closer look. When he stared at them, they immediately walked away in fright.

   When walking halfway up the mountain, two roads suddenly appeared ahead.

  A path goes straight up, leading to the peak temple; a road extends to the right, leading to the temple on the mountainside.

Nangong Meijiao explained in a low voice: "Although these two temples are both Jinchan Temple, the buildings and people inside are very different. The Jinchan Temple on the top of the mountain is the place where the monks really practice. It is quiet and secluded, with a strong Buddhist atmosphere. The one on the mountainside is specially used for tourists and pilgrims to offer incense and make wishes. There are many people, but generally there will be no eminent monks there."

  Qin Wenzheng asked: "That Master Wukong should be on the top?"

  Nangong Meijiao pondered for a while, and said, "I don't know either. My father came to ask last time, but he didn't ask anything."

  While the two were talking in a low voice while walking up the stairs, two monks in gray robes suddenly came down from above.

  One of the burly monks bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, if you want to offer incense, please pass by the road on the right."

Qin Wenzheng hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Little Master, you are very polite. We are not here to offer incense. My little girl is suffering from a disease. I have invited countless doctors but there is no cure. Therefore, I want to go up and ask Master Wukong of your temple. I hope he I can help you take a look."

   "Master Wukong?"

  The two monks looked at each other when they heard the words, with doubts on their faces.

  The burly monk clasped his palms together and said: "Benefactor, there is no Master Wukong you are looking for in this temple. If you want to worship Buddha and pray for blessings, please go to the temple on the right, where you can burn incense and make wishes, and pray for your daughter to get rid of illness."

  Qin Wenzheng frowned, and glanced at the princess next to him.

Nangong Meijiao said: "A few days ago, my father and I came here, and we went to the temple above. Today we also want to visit it, and hope that the two little masters can accommodate. Even if there is no Master Wukong, we I also want to find other elders to ask."

  Both monks bowed their heads together and said: "Amitabha, the elder of my temple, never sees outsiders."

  The burly monk still raised his hand to guide, but politely said: "All benefactors, let's go to the temple on the right."

   Nangong Meijiao suddenly became angry: "I am the princess of Nanguo County Wangfu. My father and I just came here a few days ago. Why didn't we let us go up today?"

  The burly monk still bowed his head and said expressionlessly: "Benefactor, it's really not possible today, please go back."

  Nangong Meijiao's eyes turned cold, and she put her hands on her waist.

  Qin Wenzheng hurriedly said: "Meijiao, forget it, let's go to the nearby temple first."

   This girl seemed a little impulsive, if she couldn't help but move her hand, then it might not be as simple as being unable to cure the disease.

  The background of Jinchan Temple is so big, these two little monks guarding the road, even the Nangong County Prince's Mansion doesn't pay attention to it, if this girl makes trouble, I'm afraid the Nanguo County King will also be implicated.

   When the time comes, the Qin family will bear the blame.

  Qin Weimo also said softly: "Sister Meijiao, don't embarrass the two little masters, let's go down."

Another younger monk, seeing her pale face, sickly and delicate appearance, couldn't help feeling compassionate, and said softly: "Don't worry, benefactors, it's really a rule in the temple. If we let you go up, we will Regardless of being punished, you still can’t enter the door, and there are still a few senior brothers guarding the door.”

  Qin Wenzheng cupped his hands and said, "Dare to ask my little master, how can I get to the top?"

The young monk said: "Unless there are other brothers and uncles who know each other personally, or are invited by the elders. There is another way. There is a wall of Buddha chanting at the entrance of the temple below. If some of you can leave good paintings on the wall or The poems and works were taken by Uncle Huiming and carried into the collection of the temple above, then you will also be invited to go up."

  Qin Wenzheng heard the words, his heart moved, he pondered for a moment, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, little master, then let's go down and have a look."

  The two monks bowed their heads and put their palms together: "The benefactor, walk slowly."

  The group of people had to turn around, walked down a certain distance, and walked to the road on the right.

After they walked away, the burly monk Fang sneered and said: "Why bother talking nonsense to them, not everyone dares to scribble on the wall of the Buddha's chant. If you don't do it well, you will annoy Master Huiming. I'm afraid it will be another scolding. It's not that you don't know the vision of Master Huiming, where they have such hope. It's better not to tell them, and to refuse directly."

  The young monk sighed, and said: "The female benefactor seems to be dying soon, it is really pitiful, I couldn't help it for a while, and said a few more words."

  The burly monk said: "Fate is determined by the sky, why worry about it."

  The young monk was puzzled: "The Master Wukong they are talking about does not seem to exist in our temple. I have never heard of it. I don't know where they heard it."

  The burly monk said: "I've never heard of it. I guess I just found a reason for it. I want to go up and have a look. Don't bother."

  Qin Wenzheng led a group of people and walked towards the road on the right.

  The road ahead began to widen, and the road was bustling with tourists. Those who went there were carrying big bags and small bags in their hands, while those who returned only had a lucky bag in their hands, but their faces were full of peace and hope.

   Before reaching the gate of the temple, I suddenly heard bursts of cheers coming from the front.

  Everyone in the Qin family looked up and saw a stone Buddha statue more than ten meters high sitting on the left side outside the temple gate.

  The Buddha statue lowered its head, and below it stood a two-meter-high bluestone wall.

  At this time, in front of that wall, there were people all around, cheering loudly, looking quite excited.

  Qin Wenzheng immediately led the crowd and walked over.

  Just getting closer, I suddenly heard a burst of cursing: "What kind of **** is Chunhuaqiuyueyurenyan, **** your mother!"

  In front of the wall, a young man in a Confucian robe was holding a wolf hair, standing there with a stiff expression on his face.

  The crowd who were still cheering just now suddenly became silent and quiet.

  A tall, middle-aged monk was cursing angrily, while picking up a bucket, pouring water on the stone wall, then picking up a big brush, and brushing against the pen and ink that had just fallen on the wall.

   Soon, the walls are brand new again.

"roll!"

  The middle-aged monk glared at the young man in a Confucian robe with his face full of flesh.

  The wolf in the young man's hand trembled slightly, his face flushed, and he said angrily: "As a monk, how can you speak obscene language? This poem..."

   "What **** poem? I think it's shit!"

  The middle-aged monk said unceremoniously.

  The young scholar suddenly trembled with anger, pointing at him with humiliated anger, "You...you..."

"boom!"

  The middle-aged monk smashed a piece of the edge of the stone wall with a fist, and said with wide eyes: "What about me?"

   "..."

  The young scholar was startled, and he didn't dare to say another word, turned around tremblingly, and walked away.

   There was a burst of ridicule and laughter from the crowd.

   "If you don't know how to write poems, you have to go up and make a fool of yourself, and you have to work hard to clean up your master if you don't know how to write poetry. It's embarrassing."

   "I don't have any self-knowledge. This is the place where he can scribble? When a great talent comes, he dare not write casually for fear of making people laugh. What is he?"

  Everyone was talking sarcastically, and seemed to have forgotten the booing and applause just now.

  Anyway, they are just here to watch the excitement, and they are naturally happy to see scholars make a fool of themselves.

  Several scholars from other places stood next to them. They were just about to step forward to show their skills and leave ink on the wall. Seeing this scene, they dared not step forward again.

  The onlookers all turned their heads, looked at them and other scholars in Confucian robes, and seemed to want to find another target to watch.

  The few scholars saw this and left in a hurry.

  The middle-aged monk with a fiery temper cast a sidelong glance at them, walked to the side of the Buddha statue, leaned there, closed his eyes and meditated.

  The onlookers saw that no one dared to come forward, and waited for a while before they dispersed in disappointment.

  Qin Wenzheng looked at the stone wall for a while, then at the monk with a swollen face, and remained silent.

  Song Ruyue glanced at someone, and was about to speak, but didn't dare to say anything.

   Soon, the tourists dispersed.

  The members of the Qin family stood alone in front of the stone wall, their faces full of sadness.

  Second Miss Qin said softly, "Daddy, let's go burn incense in the temple here."

  Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go."

  Song Ruyue opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak.

  Luo Qingzhou suddenly said: "I can try it."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped and looked at him.

  Qin Wenzheng frowned and said: "Qingzhou, don't worry, let's go to the temple in front first, and then write after you think about it. If there is really nothing, it doesn't matter, we will think of other ways."

  Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Father-in-law, let me try it first."

The monk who leaned on the stone statue and closed his eyes to meditate seems to have heard his words, opened his eyes immediately, and said sadly: "Boy, you can try it. After the test, you can clean the wall yourself. If it is not clean, my sandbag A big fist will leave a mark on your face."

  Song Ruyue hurriedly said: "Qingzhou, forget it, you should think about it again. Let's come back later."

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the monk and said, "If Master is not satisfied, I will erase it myself."

The middle-aged monk sneered, squinted at him and said, "I am not satisfied now! In a day, it is full of a group of clowns who have no self-awareness to embarrass others. Can you write some **** poetry and think you are great? Don't let it go." Take a **** and look in the mirror to see what you look like, the writing is all about nonsense, it makes me sick just looking at it..."

  Luo Qingzhou ignored his yelling, turned around and said, "Qiu'er, Yanmo."

  When Qiu'er came out, she brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone with her.

   Qiu'er heard the words, took a look at him, and immediately took out the pen and inkstone from the package, and then took out an ink stick.

  The middle-aged monk cursed harder and harder, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he was venting his pent-up anger.

  The tourists who had just dispersed heard the scolding, and immediately surrounded them like flies smelling blood.

  Luo Qingzhou looked calm, picked up the pen, and walked to the wall.

  Qiu'er also carried the inkstone, walked over, and stood beside him, slowly grinding the ink in her hand, seeing more and more people watching, she suddenly felt uneasy.

  Qin Wenzheng and others also showed uneasy expressions on their faces.

  Luo Qingzhou dipped the pen in the ink, pondered for a while, dropped the pen and ink on the stone wall, and began to write.

  Qin Weimo stood there delicately and weakly, her eyes fixed on the delicate and powerful fonts.

  Among the crowd of onlookers, there were several scholars who couldn't help but read out when they saw this.

   "Looking horizontally, it becomes a ridge and the side becomes a peak..."

   "Distance and height are different..."

   "I don't know the true face of Foshan..."

   "Just because I am in this mountain..."

  Luo Qingzhou wrote the next song in one go.

   Several scholars were frowning and chewing after finishing reading.

  The onlookers listened and talked about it.

   "What do you look at horizontally and vertically? What are the distances, heights, and clouds, what are you writing?"

   "Although I heard it clearly, I didn't understand it..."

  Everyone is 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 one!"

  Everyone was astonished, and immediately quieted down, and then stared intently at the young scholar's writing.

   "The Jinchan Temple on the Reclining Buddha Mountain..."

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

   "Don't be afraid of floating clouds to hide your eyes..."

   "Siyuan 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 sneering, frowned and opened his eyes.

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

   "Look! There's a third one!"

   "This young man is so courageous that he wants to write three poems in a row!"

  Everyone was shocked.

  Qin Wenzheng and the others also held their breath, with astonishment on their faces.

  A scholar stared at the third song, and his heart suddenly started beating fast.

  He faintly felt that he seemed to witness the birth of an extraordinary miracle today.

   "Mountains are near and the moon is far away and the moon is small..."

   "By the way, the mountain is bigger than the moon..."

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

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

  Luo Qingzhou finished writing in one go, and when he was about to mention his name later, the middle-aged monk suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "What nonsense poetry! Clean it up for me!"

"Snapped!"

   A crisp sound!

   As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a palm suddenly slapped him **** the back of his shiny head, causing a somersault, and with a "bang", he fell to the ground in a large font!

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

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

  An old monk in a gray robe, tall and thin, with gray eyebrows, suddenly appeared silently, his eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him, and there was a dignified look between his brows.

  The solemnity soon turned into shock again, and then it turned into thought again.

   "Master, you..."

"Snapped!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk came close, the kind-looking 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. A rare treasure that has been handed down through the ages! Come here, lift up this wall, and quickly send it to the mountain!"

The middle-aged monk was beaten with stares in his eyes, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful. He jumped up from the ground in a hurry, and then walked to the stone wall amidst the dumbfounded expressions of everyone, and suddenly let out a low growl, and hit the wall directly. It was pulled up from the ground and resisted on the shoulders!

The old monk's eyes reluctantly withdrew from the three poems on the wall, and then he stepped forward to the young man, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "Young master, if it is convenient, you can return to me." Please go up the mountain with the poor monk. The poor monk has some questions and wants to ask the young master for advice."

   After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and bowed deeply to plead.

   Thanks to the leader of "Jiaran can't lift his spirits" for the reward, I was grateful and wiped away my tears.

   I'm a little busy these two days, so the update is a little late and few, sorry.

  (end of this chapter)