"Nanwu First Temple?" Tan Yun thought of it, and then asked curiously: "Young Master, isn't it the first temple in the Southern Dynasty? You won't write it wrong, right?"

Cao Yi smiled and shook his head, and said, "It was written on purpose. Namo Amitabha has always heard it?"

Tan Yun nodded, and Cao Yi continued, "Namo in Namo Amitabha Buddha is a homonym of Sanskrit, which means supremacy and faith. It also means praise and praise. This means that Jiming Temple is the first temple of the Southern Dynasty and the first Buddhist temple in Jiangning. It also indicates that Jiming Temple is the first temple to be respected and converted to the world."

"There are so many meanings in just five words, but you are so amazing, you know so many things!" Tan Yun praised sincerely, looking at Cao Yi with admiration and admiration. At this moment, he turned into a little fan and number one fan who turned into his own young master.

"Okay, when this word is fucked, you can find someone to frame it and then send it to me. I won't go there. Also, when I am not here in the future, it's wrong. Whether I am here or not, I have to go out to do business in the future. Remember to know and don't run out sneakily again. You don't know that to find you the night before, I spent more than 100 people looking for you all night in the city!" Cao Yi said with his eyes glaring at Tan Yun.

"I know, young master, I will never dare to do it again next time. I will definitely know the young master or sister Hongxiu." Tan Yun said with his tongue.

Cao Yi waved his hand and asked Tan Yun to take the inscription himself and continue reading the book. At this time, the novel was only a stage of formation. According to the age of ancient people, this stage should be a stage of hair tie and about to become an adult. The novels in ancient times sprouted in the pre-Qin period, developed in the Han Dynasty, and were formed in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and formed in the Tang Dynasty. At this time, it should be a stage of rapid development.

In the pre-Qin period, some myths, fables, and historical literature were the source of novel narratives. By the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were no novels and novices. Strictly speaking, they were not real novels, but only as the prototype of novels. They were represented by "New Words on the World", which collected many short and concise stories. In the Tang Dynasty, the development of novels became mature and legendary novels were formed, such as "The Biography of Li Wa", "The Biography of Huo Xiaoyu", and "The Biography of Yingying", which were all very popular at that time. In the current Dayan Dynasty, the development of commodity economy and the rise of urban culture, stories and novels had begun to appear.

The story book is actually to tell stories about various topics and types to storytellers. The story book’s storytellers’ basic content is called “stories”, and of course it can also be read, so it is also called story book novels.

Cao Yi is hesitating now whether to get out the story in his mind, mainly

With underdeveloped technology, there is neither a typewriter nor a computer. Of course, even a ballpoint pen or a pencil can be done, but there is no one. If you rely solely on a brush to write, you don’t know when to write it. It seems that you can only wait until the storytellers arrive in the future, and tell them to them and let them copy them by themselves. However, even if you tell stories by yourself, it will probably take a lot of time, and you feel it’s a bit thankless. It’s better to use this time to do other meaningful things.

Cao Yi was looking at the storybook, and Tan Yun first asked Musk Yue to arrange for someone to frame the characters. Because they were serving in Gengxin Hall from the beginning, they were in charge of the affairs of Cao Yi’s study room, so they were responsible for the installation of Cao Yi’s pen and ink. After the installation was completed, Tan Yun and Hongxiu informed him and said that they were going to Jiming Temple to send the prince’s Mobao, so they took Tiezhu out.

They drove to the mountain gate and had just parked the car. The novice monk at the mountain gate had already walked up. It happened to be the novice monk on duty at the door that night. The latter clasped his hands to Tiezhu and Tan Yun and said, "Two donors, the abbot, have been waiting for two for a long time. Please follow me."

Tan Yun and Tiezhu looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes. How did Abbot Qingyang know that they were coming? Although they felt quite confused, they still followed the little shaman, walked up the mountain road step by step, and walked to the abbot Zen temple behind Jiming Temple. They found that Abbot Qingyang was sitting in meditation and entering into a meditation. When the little shaman was hesitating what to do, Abbot Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, sang "Namo Amitabha" and stood up, and said with a smile: "The two donors meet again today."

"Abbot, how do you know that we will come today?" Tan Yun asked in confusion, his expression was innocent and interesting. Tiezhu stood aside and wanted to know the answer to the question Tan Yun asked, and he was also listening quietly at this time.

Abbot Qingyang smiled heartily and said, "I guess." After saying that, he saw the puzzled expressions on Tan Yun and Tiezhu's faces, and he immediately explained. "Yesterday you two must have to make up for your sleep, and time is also tight. If Miss Tan Yun, you ask for Mobao from your young master, then the possibility of sending Mobao today is the most likely, so I guess that the two of you will come here today, so I arranged for Huijue, oh, the little novice monk who brought you here is waiting at the gate of the mountain. If you see the two donors coming here, you will directly lead here.

Tan Yun and Tiezhu showed a sudden enlightenment. Tan Yun said happily: "Grandpa Abbot, you guessed it very accurately. This time we are here to give you the Mobao. Look, do you like it or not." After that, he handed over the scroll in his hand.

After taking the scroll, Abbot Qingyang did not rush to open it, but put it aside, handed the rosary in his hand to Tan Yun, and said, "Don's donor, I will give you a string of rosary beads, you can bring it on your wrist. If you want to see me in the future, just give this string of rosary beads to any of Jiming Temple.

The monks look at it and tell them to look for me and they will bring you here.”

Tan Yun took it and walked it around a few times and put it on his hands. He smiled and thanked Abbot Qingyang: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

"Although the material of this rosary is not very expensive, it is just ordinary wood, since I became a novice monk at Jiming Temple at the age of seven, I have been holding this string of rosary and chanting scriptures and sealing for eighty years at the age of eighty-seven. It has become a spiritual instrument. Everyone in Jiming Temple knows it. Therefore, donor Tanyun must remember to wear it on his hands at any time. In addition to becoming a token for free entry and exit of Jiming Temple, it can also ward off evil and eliminate disasters for donors to a certain extent..."

Seeing that Abbot Qingyang was cautious, and took it twice, Tan Yun looked down at the rosary on his wrist, nodded and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Abbot, I will definitely carry it in the future."

Abbot Qingyang nodded and said to Tiezhu: "Donor Tiezhu, you are with Donor Tanyun every time, so I haven't given it to you anymore, I hope you can forgive me."

"It's okay... Master Abbot... No need to be polite." Tie Zhu touched the back of his head honestly and returned, and then he kept smiling silly.

Then, under the gaze of Tan Yun and Tiezhu, Abbot Qingyang slowly opened Cao Yi's pen and ink that Tan Yun had begged for.

"Nanmo No. 1 Temple!" Abbot Qingyang's mind moved after opening it. His first reaction was whether Cao Yi had written it wrong. He wrote the word Chao of the First Temple of the Southern Dynasty as Wu word. However, these two characters were very different and pronunciated differently. He would definitely not write it wrongly. He immediately thought of the respectful word "Nanmo", and his eyes showed a shocking expression.

"Master Cao is a slander. Jiming Temple is worthy of accepting it, but he is worthy of accepting it!" Abbot Qingyang repeated several times. If it was the first temple of the Southern Dynasty, he would have the confidence to accept it calmly. However, this Nanmo First Temple, even if Jiming Temple is a thousand-year-old temple and is the leader of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, he would not dare to accept this title.

Just as he was feeling, he suddenly turned his eyes to these five words. Before, he only paid attention to the words composed of five words. Now he was distracted by the words of these five words, and his heart was even more shocked.

"The sky bones are beautiful, elegant and amiable, but they are refreshing and refreshing, with a sharp edge, full of pride, like cutting gold and jade, thin and powerful, should be...the Tian Family's handwriting!" At first, Abbot Qingyang just praised in a low voice, and the more shocked he got, he was. When he spoke the four words "Tian Family's handwriting" behind him, he took a step back, which shows how shocked he was in his heart.

"Donor Tanyun, these five words are really written by your son Cao Yi?" Abbot Qingyang raised his head, stared at Tanyun with all his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice.

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Chapter completed!