"Take paper and grind ink!"

The middle-aged man suddenly said.

The woman behind him, wearing a smart outfit, immediately walked up, with a flash of light in her hand, and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Immediately, he took out another stone table and placed it in the corridor.

The woman spread out the rice paper and began to grind the ink.

The middle-aged man looked at the young scholar in front of him and said: "Write it, I want to see if you have any ability to dare to speak arrogant words in this Buddhist holy land!"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, but did not answer. After pondering for a moment, he picked up the pen, lowered his head and started writing.

Second Miss Qin came behind him, lowered her head and stared at him.

The middle-aged man opposite also stared intently.

Huiming knew how powerful this young man was, so he watched with more expectation.

There was total silence in the corridor outside the Buddhist temple.

Miss Qin Er read it in a low voice.

"If you have no thoughts, you will be righteous; if you have thoughts, you will become evil. If you don't care about everything, you will always drive a white ox chariot."

After seeing this first song, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became solemn.

"If you don't see a single dharma, that is, the Tathagata, then you can be called Avalokitesvara. The karmic obstacles are originally empty, and you have to repay the debts before they are resolved."

When he saw this second song, Huiming's face flushed with blood.

"It is delusional to have appearances and desires. Intangible and invisible, it is degenerate. How can you ask for the secrets of the hall? A cold light shines too empty."

When the third song was read, all the monks in the Buddhist temple came out and listened.

"The ears hear without form, the eyes are empty and do not see form. The nose smells formless fragrance, the tongue tastes formless food. Wearing formless clothes, the mind follows the formless..."

When the fourth song was read, monks and guests from other Buddhist temples gathered around.

The corridor was full of people standing on the left and right, up and down, but it was still silent. Even the sound of wooden fish in the various palaces stopped. Only the trembling voice of the weak girl could be heard faintly on the corridor.

The middle-aged man who was wearing a brocade robe and had an extraordinary bearing. Like Hui Ming next to him, his face was suddenly stained with blood. His eyes were fixed on the tip of the pen outlining the font, and his breathing almost stopped.

Miss Qin was wearing a snow-white dress and a veil on her face. She stood quietly in the crowd, looking at his handsome side face bathed in the sun, with a hint of trance in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment, then dipped his pen in ink and wrote the fifth poem.

"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Always brush it diligently to avoid dust..."

He left his most powerful song unwritten.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

No more tonight
Chapter completed!