Chapter Eleven: The Meditation Room (Please collect~~~~)

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  Chen Zhuo's face wore a faint smile, and he repeatedly showed humility. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, he gave Jiang You a wink.

  Jiang You immediately understood, took a step forward and smiled: "Since Brother Chen Zhuo has jade in front of him, then I can only throw bricks."

  Everyone immediately laughed and looked at him, Chen Zhuo smiled and nodded at Jiang You.

  Jiang You's gaze swept over Chen Zhuo, his eyes lingering on the slender waist that was revealed by Yiyun's curves for a brief moment. He turned his head, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "A bowl of tea, a pot of wine, savoring the bitterness of the world. In coarse tea and plain water, suddenly enlightened to the original human nature."

  As soon as Jiang You's voice fell, everyone else also started to savor it.

  Wei Zhuo lowered his head, pursed his lips and moved them slightly, as if savoring a poem. In reality, he was secretly shaking his head in his heart. These bookworms were even thicker-skinned than him.

  "Life is like tea. It's rare and precious that Jiang Shi can understand this principle in the mundane world." Master Yin Kong said with a smile, holding his Buddhist beads.

  In the heyday of literary style in Qi, this poem is at most a mediocre poem, and compared to Chen Zhuo's earlier one, it is inferior by several levels.

  The skirt swayed with the rhythm, and her beautiful face wore a faint smile, without making any comments.

  "Haha, Brother Jiang's poem is indeed superb! On the edge of the Buddha's wisdom, we gain insight into the truth of human life, and it's even more brilliant when paired with yours!"

  Everyone nodded in agreement, with encouraging smiles at Jiang You.

  Jiang You's face remained expressionless as he gazed at Chen Zhuo's smug smile, but in his heart, he was secretly coldly laughing 'Just wait until November, and see how you'll be smiling then!'

  The crowd commented again, and Chen Zhuo's poetic talent was once again superior. Now not only did the respected Master Yin Kong of Da Qi praise him, but also the beauty he had been thinking about day and night looked at him with new eyes, Chen Zhuo's heart was already infinitely inflated, floating and forgetting himself.

  "There's no need for praise, poetry is just a minor path, it's just a sharpening of skills. Oh, right, and Wei Xiong hasn't done his yet?" Chen Zhuo said with a humble tone, as if he had just seen Wei Zhao and suddenly realized something.

  Everyone heard, turned their heads to look at Wei Zhao, and Yi Yun even took a light step forward, standing beside Wei Zhao. The slender beautiful legs under her white skirt were fully exposed, dazzling everyone's eyes.

  Wei Xiao smiled calmly, from the beginning he knew that Chen Zhuo and others were not good, now the prelude was done, Wei Xiao knew that the main course was served.

  Wei Xiao said a sentence that left everyone stunned, with a light and airy tone.

  "Hehe, I'm not good at writing poems."

  Even a three-year-old child in the state of Qi can compose a poem, but Wei Zuo says he cannot make poetry! The crowd looked at each other in astonishment, and no one expected that Wei Zuo would say so bluntly that he was not good at making poetry.

  Chen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled coldly and took a step forward, saying with an extremely tolerant smile: "Hehe, I suppose Brother Wei thinks our poetry is not worthy of his ears and doesn't deign to participate. Let's not force him."

  Master Yin Kong wore a benevolent expression, smiling but saying nothing. Yvonne's face flashed with surprise, her beautiful eyes revealing a look of puzzlement.

  Xiangliang's small face was ferociously staring at Chen Zhuo, her little fists clenched tightly. She naturally knew that her family's young master was extremely talented, and she still had the poem he gave her in her arms.

  Jiang You didn't seem like Chen Zhuo, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he couldn't quite understand this good friend with whom he used to share everything.

  Chu Yu's eyes widened, her face flushed bright red. If it weren't for Yiyun and Yin Kong Master by her side, she would have burst out laughing long ago. At this moment, her heart was pounding wildly with excitement 'The young master of the Wei family is even more useless than me, haha... I can compose poetry too... haha...'

  Wei Xiao's expression was calm and collected, he glanced around at the crowd, his eyes always mild, finally looking at Chen Zhuo with a serious face: "Brother Chen has jade in front, Brother Jiang has bricks behind, I thought for half a day, at home except for copper-smelling things there are only some cloth, really don't know what to throw and what to lead, for this quite worried, ah!"

  Watching Wei Zhao first being serious and then having a gloomy face, the green-clad maid beside Yiyun couldn't help but let out a 'heh' sound and actually laughed out loud.

  Chen Zhuo's expression was taken aback, and his face immediately turned ugly. Master Yin Kong still had that benevolent appearance, with a gentle smile on her lips, and a shallow smile. Little girl Xiangqian covered her mouth, her big eyes full of laughter, she knew that someone behind would be unlucky.

  Chen Zhuo's eyes could spit out fire, and he didn't expect Wei Zao to be so reckless as to mock and humiliate him in front of everyone.

  Chen Zhuo's face was gloomy, with a cold smile hanging on his face. "Oh, so Wei brother has thought of it now?"

  Wei Zhao gently fanned himself with a folding fan and said calmly: "I've thought of it."

  Chen Zhuo sneered even more, his eyes becoming increasingly cold as he said, "What does Brother Wei plan to throw?"

  He slightly turned his head, his eyes cold and piercing as he stared at Chen Zhuo, smiling: "Throwing someone else's brick to attract one's own jade."

  Chen Zhuo forced himself to maintain his composure, narrowing his eyes slightly as he said in a low voice, "Then please, Wei brother."

  Wei Xiao seemed oblivious to his gloomy expression, and as soon as Chen Zhuo finished speaking, he opened his mouth: "Slanting sunlight enters the ancient temple, late day shines on the tall forest. Winding paths lead to secluded places, the Chan house is deep in flowers and trees. The mountain light delights the bird's nature, the pool's reflection empties the human heart. Ten thousand sounds are all silent, only the sound of the bell can be heard."

  Wei Zhuo's mouth closed, and the scene instantly fell silent into the night, without even the sound of insects chirping or birds calling.

  After a long time, Master Yin Kong finally spoke up, with a face full of compassion and Buddha's light shining on him. He said solemnly, "Amitabha Buddha, Wei Shi Zhu not only has outstanding talent and is humble and prudent, but also has a pure heart and deeply understands Buddhist teachings. This is truly rare."

  She puckered up her small mouth, murmured to herself for a while, then raised her head. Her bright eyes sparkled like jade beads rolling around as she said in a crisp voice: "The winding path leads to the secluded place, the Chan house is deep in flowers and trees. The mountain light delights the bird's nature, the pool's reflection empties the human heart." This poem by Wei Gongzi is indeed even better, deeply imbued with Buddhist fate.

  Chu Yu's eyes widened in confusion, and the two seniors' words were vague and unclear. He scratched his ears and cheeks, not understanding a single sentence.

  Jiang You's eyes flickered, and he had a faintly ominous premonition in his heart.

  Chen Zhuo's face was as dark as ink, almost dripping with water. His eyes were venomously staring at Wei Qiao, his fists clenched and crackling with rage.

  Xiao Yatou Xiangxiang didn't understand either, but she knew that her young master's poem must be exceptionally good. Her small face was excitedly red and puffy, and she quickly began to silently recite it in her mind, eager to remember it.

  Wei Zhao finished, and silently muttered a phrase "Amitabha, sin, sin." But his face didn't show any sign of guilt. As for the praise from the two people, Wei Zhao directly ignored it, although he was now extremely idle, similar to living in seclusion in the mountains, but he also didn't have the slightest intention of becoming a lifelong vegetarian and Buddhist monk.

  "Wei Shi Zhu, would you like to enter the Chan room and have a conversation with this old monk?" Master Yin Kong suddenly spoke up again amidst the silence of the crowd.

  As soon as Master Yin Kong finished speaking, Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly blazed with anger, his breathing was heavy, and his body even began to shake violently.

  With a beautiful and flashing eye, she had known Master Yin Kong for not long, nor had she ever entered Master Yin Kong's Zen room, but she understood that being able to enter Master Yin Kong's Zen room would stir up great waves throughout Jinling.