Chapter 575: Don’t just sing, write an inscription
In Lingyin Temple, a bell suddenly rang.
The clear and loud bells set off the flute and singing with an inexplicable sacred meaning.
In section B of the song, the lyrics become:
“So you don’t want to leave,
To say goodbye to the missing me,
there are still faint whispers in the world,
follow the legend of us two. ”
The abbot stopped talking.
In today’s temples, there are no real monks with six pure roots.
Not the nationally famous Lingyin Temple, not Guiyuan Temple, and even less so Shaolin Temple.
The Shaolin Temple has established a company, which basically has nothing to do with the temple.
Monk is just a job, it is no different than being a worker.
When the monks listened to such songs, they were deeply touched and even had the urge to go home.
After the song was finished, the audience applauded wildly, and all the monks chanted Amitabha in unison.
The scene is very spectacular.
The live broadcast room was flooded with comments, “This song is so awesome!”
“My mother said yes after hearing it.”
“It’s absolutely amazing, so awesome. It sounds great!”
Everyone applauded, and then Yuan Haoxuan came on stage.
"Donor Yuan, please!" the abbot raised his hand to invite him to come forward.
Yuan Haoxuan has been waiting impatiently for a long time. All love and love are bullshit in his opinion. Women will only affect the volume of his singing and his income.
What is love? Did you have fun having a party?
In his opinion, Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing are complete idiots. They are good celebrities and insist on making their relationship official. If they don't make it official, their popularity will probably double.
This is being carried away by love.
As soon as Yuan Haoxuan walked forward, Xu Nuo pulled Lin Wanqing back.
It is safer to stay away from high-voltage electricity.
The audience in the live broadcast room: "Hahaha, I guessed that he would run away."
"I subconsciously stayed away from the phone."
"Battery Too big and dangerous.”
Xiao Sa's eyes twitched, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but stopped abruptly.
I am the host, the host, I cannot go back.
Bingbing kept an awkward but polite smile.
They didn’t think anything was wrong when they didn’t meet each other. After hearing Yuan Haoxuan sing two songs, they secretly asked Zhao Lei how he sang.
Both of them don't understand music. They just think it doesn't sound good, but they don't dare to comment easily. What if they don't know how to appreciate it?
What if Yuan Haoxuan really learned some advanced artistic style from Bangzi?
Advanced art is often not recognized at first.
With this question, they consulted Zhao Lei. Zhao Lei did not answer, but just sneered and sighed.
The two of them understood immediately.
This shows that there is nothing wrong with their aesthetics. Yuan Haoxuan's singing is not only ugly, but the song is also rubbish.
Xiao Sa glanced at the masters with sympathetic eyes, thinking that the masters would probably break the defense after a while.
Yuan Haoxuan, straightened his clothes and wiped his hair handsomely.
“I just composed this song, I hope you all like it.”
The monks were stunned for a moment, is it so powerful? Writing songs live?
Yuan Haoxuan spoke.
"This is my freestyle. I saw an ancient temple. Please prepare some good music for me..."
The abbot master shook his body and the monks were stunned.
This was the first time for everyone to hear Yuan Haoxuan sing, and everyone was stunned.
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there were a group of old monks in the temple..."
The abbot took two steps back.
The monks looked at each other, and everyone who had always been calm began to doubt their ears.
Are you here to sing? Are you here to cause trouble?
"You said you have too many worries and just want to be shielded, then come here! Look, this door is long and wide, this Buddha is tall and round..."
Scene The tourists were confused.
“Damn it, is he singing like this in the temple?”
"No, isn't it said on the Internet that his singing is pretty good?"
"Buddha: I feel offended!"
Xu Nuo has slipped away to avoid dirtying his ears.
The surrounding audience also took a few steps back. Others asked for money to sing, but his singing was a bit life-threatening.
But Yuan Haoxuan didn't notice it at all. He walked forward while singing, trying to interact with the audience.
However, wherever he went, people would retreat.
Everyone is here to seek good luck. This guy is making fun of other masters, and then he is making fun of Buddha. He is lucky if he is not struck to death by lightning.
In the live broadcast room, Yuan Haoxuan’s fans applauded wildly.
“Xuan Xuan is so handsome!”
“Didn’t you see that the master has been suppressed? Lingyin Temple has made a lot of money!”
"Wow, my brother is so handsome!"
After singing one song, Yuan Haoxuan was sweating all over. He said to the abbot without saying anything, "Master, actually I still have a lot of inspiration..."
The abbot shivered and quickly clasped his hands together: "That's enough, that's enough, thank you donor."
"Master, I feel that this song of mine is better than the one just now."
< br>The abbot was dumbfounded, "Thank you very much for your kindness. One song is enough. I don't dare to trouble the donor anymore."
Xu Nuo was snickering from behind, I'm afraid the psychological shadow caused by these masters is not small.
It’s so ridiculous that the masters didn’t beat him up, which shows that the masters are indeed of high quality. After finally getting rid of Yuan Haoxuan's urge to sing another song, the abbot turned to look at Xu Nuo, "Donor, the song "Rolling in the Red Dust" just now has a Zen feel. We just built a new Zen room in this temple. I wonder if the donor would like to inscribe it? "
Good guy, the master is also very smart. Lingyin Temple has only had so many attractions for so many years. People who have been here several times have long been tired of seeing and hearing about it.
The so-called new Zen room is just a gimmick to add allusions. Who is the most suitable person?
Of course, it was promised that such a promising star would be protected by a golden body. As long as he didn't collapse, the temple would have a resounding sign.
With his reputation, many people are willing to come and visit for this inscription and song.
Originally Yuan Haoxuan was also a good candidate, but this guy is a bit unreliable and something will happen sooner or later.
Xu Nuo was stunned, "Master, I am writing an inscription. Isn't this appropriate?"
The master smiled slightly, "Originally, I haven't thought of a name for this Zen Temple yet, but the song the donor just sang, Suddenly I had an idea, this Zen monastery is called the Pure Land of Red Dust, and the theme word "You Shi" couldn't be more appropriate."
The master is a master, he has a good brain, and he turned this matter into an allusion in a few words.
Xu Nuo nodded, "Since it is called the territory of the mortal world, then I will show my shame. If the handwriting is not good, please forgive me!"
The master put his hands together and asked, "Is the handwriting good? , It doesn’t matter.”
Yuan Haoxuan came over and said vigorously: “Nuoyan, I think it’s better to forget it. If you can’t write well, you can let Teacher Sa do it for you.”
As a top student, Xiaosa's handwriting is indeed good.
Xiao Sa is a good person, so he couldn't tell what Yuan Haoxuan meant, "Let's give it a try first."
Xu Nuo smiled and said, "Then I will show my shame."
The master has already asked someone to I brought a bucket of paint and a brush.
“This abbot has something, the star is well prepared!”
“I think I had a plan in advance, and I happened to meet Nuoyan and sang a Zen-like song, so I just followed the trend. , the reputation can rise again.”
"As expected of a master, his brain is very useful."
The group arrived at the door of the newly built Zen room, and the onlookers took out their mobile phones to record.
"Master, please don't blame me if you can't write it well."
Yuan Haoxuan secretly said: "I don't think you should write the promise. If you can't write it well, you will have to find someone to scratch it." It's so troublesome."
Lin Wanqing was unhappy and said coldly: "Master didn't say anything, but you are worried."
"I don't mean well!" Yuan Haoxuan's face froze.
"Take care of yourself!" Lin Wanqing didn't give any face.
She doesn’t like this Yuan Haoxuan from the bottom of her heart.
My eyes are wrong, I look around furtively, and I can't hide the lust in my eyes.
Now that he actually dared to secretly make a promise, she was too lazy to bear it.
Xunuo pulled Lin Wanqing over and touched her head, "It's okay."
The onlookers were envious.
Who doesn’t want a girlfriend who is cold to others but gentle and considerate to herself?
It is even more rare for someone like Lin Wanqing to stand up for herself.
“I can’t say enough about envy, but I really envy them.”
"What kind of fairy love."
"A scholar must die for his confidant. What if this confidant is still a stunning beauty? It's worth dying eight hundred times."
Yuan Haoxuan's fans were furious at the time .
"Damn, who does this old woman think she is? How dare she talk to Xuan Xuan like this?"
"You turned against her, ban her!"
"Apologise to my brother right away, otherwise you will get the good news!"
Extreme fans have no sense at all. Lin Wanqing said a few words, but Yuan Haoxuan didn't say anything, and the fans seemed to have their tails stepped on. Jumped up like a cat.
The eyes of the melon-eaters brightened up, and finally there was someone who was not afraid of death. Ou Mingxuan, who was the first to do this, is still working on a sewing machine. The next warrior, Jin Heze, was beaten and almost Following in his footsteps, Yuan Haoxuan seems to want to be the third one.
“Let’s fight! Report them!”
“It’s too arrogant. I can’t stand even a passerby. Can I bear this?”
"That's right, you dare to talk to Yuan Haoxuan like this. I don't know how high the sky is."
For a time, the live broadcast room and the scarves were all filled with people denouncing Lin Wanqing. Of course, there were many passers-by who were watching the fun and didn't mind it. A big part.
Lin Wanqing can be said to be the most innocent female star in the Chinese music scene. She comes from a clean family, has a good foundation and is well-established. She is cared for by the authorities. People really want others to overestimate their abilities and kick the iron plate.
The idiot fans thought they had responded to everything, and they were jumping up and down, planning an attack.
Here Xu Nuo picked up a huge brush and started writing on the wall.
First couplet: "Easy come, hard go, decades of traveling in this world."
The master put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
Xiao Sa gave a thumbs up, "You... The words are OK!”
“It feels like a strong figure.” Bingbing clapped her hands.
Zhao Lei Hehe Zhile: "Sure enough, young people are to be feared. There are not many young people who can write well nowadays!"
Lin Wanqing glanced at Yuan Haoxuan, then looked back at Xu Nuo with admiration.
"Master, this word shouldn't insult your temple, right?" Xu Nuo turned around and said with a smile.
“The donor was joking, this word is ten times better than my old man.”
Xu Nuo wrote the second couplet, “It is easy to separate but hard to reunite, the eternal sorrow of love and hate.”
The "Pure Land of Red Dust" was criticized horizontally.
Completed in one go, the handwriting is flying and phoenix dancing.
Everyone was in high spirits and applauded one after another.
Yuan Haoxuan looked unhappy and pretended to smile, "I didn't expect you to be good at handwriting."
"Just so so."
Yuan Haoxuan took out his phone and looked at two He tried to cover up his embarrassment with his eyes, but at this sight, he even broke into a cold sweat.
(End of this chapter)