Chapter 5101 Copying Poems

Yang Bo stood in front of the temple and could clearly see that the three words "Changsheng Temple" were clearly written on the plaque of the temple.

Facing this temple, Yang Bo hesitated, but there seemed to be an invisible force pulling him in, making him involuntarily walk in.

Yang Bo stepped forward. He took a few steps forward, and the scene in front of him changed accordingly.

The gate, whose vermilion paint had peeled off, was repainted with red paint, and the rusty copper nails regained their golden color.

The dusty brick road became spotless after the dust dispersed, and the originally empty courtyard suddenly became bustling with people.

In an instant, the incense burner suddenly appeared, filled with fragrant mist, and the sound of chanting sutras, beating chimes, and wooden fish could be heard all the time.

Yang Bo looked up and saw that the white jade tower had not yet been completed. It was only half-built, but it was already tall enough. Looking from a distance, it looked like a pillar holding up the sky.

The white jade masonry on the surface of the tower is crystal clear and jade-like in the sunlight.

Many people pointed their hands in the direction of the white jade tower and pointed, but no comments were heard.

Yang Bo originally thought there was something wrong with his ears, but when he looked carefully, he could see that the people kept their mouths shut tightly, as if they did not dare to talk.

At this time, a group of literati and poets came over. They stopped in the temple and looked at the tower in the distance.

A man stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone, Your Majesty prays for blessings for all people and builds the Tower of Tongtian. This is an auspicious sign!"

"We, the men of letters, should compose poems to remember them and sing praises to His Majesty. The poems and prose will be passed down through the ages and our names will be immortal!"

Someone at the scene raised his voice and said: "Brother Yujin, you have always been very talented and well-spoken. How about you compose a poem?"

"I have heard about Brother Yujin's name for a long time. Will I be lucky enough to see Brother Yujin's talent today?"

Many people started to cheer, "Brother Yujin, please compose a poem, we are all waiting for it!"

"Brother Yujin is such a talented person, he will definitely be able to write amazing poems!"

Not only did they all look towards Yujin, but many people on the scene also stared in the direction of Yujin.

Yu Jin chuckled and said, "You virtuous brothers praise me so much, which makes me ashamed."

"In that case, I'll recite a poem first to inspire others."

Yang Bo stood not far away, watching the scene, and couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect to see such an elegant thing here.

Yujin raised his hand, as if to express his feelings, and recited a poem: "The white jade tower in Changsheng Temple is like the pillar of heaven and earth!"

"Your Majesty built a white jade pagoda to pray for the country and the people!"

There was silence all around, everyone was staring in the direction of Yu Jin, full of surprise.

For a moment, deafening applause erupted from the scene.

Yang Bo looked at this scene and couldn't help but be shocked. The way of expression in this world seemed a bit shallow.

If this counts as poetry, he can write a lot of it!

Yu Jin was not ashamed at all. He smiled and cupped his hands, "Everyone is polite, you are polite!"

"Everyone can write poems together, come together!"

Looking at such an atmosphere, Yang Bo couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. What a big joke.

Yang Bo turned around and was about to leave, but his expression was seen by Yu Jin.

Yu Jin suddenly pointed at Yang Bo and said loudly: "My dear friend, don't leave!"

Yang Bo didn't even know that the other party was calling him. He walked through the crowd, but to his surprise, the crowd around him suddenly gave way.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. His status was not noble. Why did everyone give way? When his eyes fell on the eyes of the people around him, he saw fear.

These people gave way because they were afraid of him.

At this time, the crowd around finally calmed down.

Yang Bo heard the voice behind him, turned his head and saw Yu Jin pointing in his direction.

Yu Jin pointed at Yang Bo, "My dear friend, you seem to be dissatisfied with my poems?"

"In that case, can you write a poem and let us see your level?"

Yang Bo was stunned. He shook his head and said, "I can't write poetry."

As a young man in the new era, the number of poems Yang Bo can recite is limited. How can he write poems?

Yu Jin was unwilling to let Yang Bo go. He said, "Your Majesty built the White Jade Pagoda to pray for the people of the world and for the common people in the world. This is a major event that benefits the country and the people!"

"The common people cheered for it, the scholars were encouraged by it, and the world was shaken by it. As a citizen of the Buddhist country, haven't you been inspired by it?"

"If your heart is sincere, you will be happy; if your heart is not sincere, you will talk nonsense!"

"My dear friend, since you don't approve of my poems, you should be able to write better verses. Please write poems, dear friend!"

Yang Bo looked at the other person and said nothing for a while.

Yu Jin was unwilling to let Yang Bo go, "If you can't write poetry, then you have to kneel down and apologize to me!"

"You look down on me, you look down on this poem, and you look down on His Majesty!"

Yang Bo smiled, but he didn't expect to be slapped with such a big label.

He could feel that the other person was an ordinary person with no cultivation. It was probably because Yang Bo shook his head that the other person's sensitive self-esteem was questioned, so he reacted like this.

Yang Bo looked at the other party and said, "In that case, listen carefully!"

"The White Jade Pagoda in Changsheng Temple!"

"Wow!"

There was an uproar at the scene. Everyone looked at Yang Bo. Isn't this plagiarism?

Yu Jin sneered, Yang Bo's first sentence was exactly the same as his first sentence.

It seems that this is really an ordinary person who does not know how to write poetry!

This gave Yu Jin great psychological satisfaction.

Yang Bo looked indifferent and continued: "I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises."

"Don't be afraid of the clouds covering your eyes, just because you are at the top!"

The scene was quiet, and everyone was shocked.

Yang Bo looked at everyone's eyes and felt very satisfied. He never thought that one day he would copy poems.

He changed the first line of this poem by Wang Anshi. The whole poem is rich in philosophy, which is much better than a limerick.

Someone at the scene applauded for a while, then suddenly stopped.

Many people had happy expressions on their faces, but then they calmed down.

Yu Jin burst out laughing, "Everyone heard it, he wrote anti-poetry!"

"Not afraid of the clouds covering your eyes, this is a mockery of His Majesty!"

"Let's all work together to arrest him, don't let him escape!"

The people who were standing next to Yang Bo retreated one after another, as if Yang Bo was the god of plague.

When Yang Bo heard Yu Jin's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then frowned. The point of this poem is not about floating clouds.

But if you want to misinterpret, there is no problem. Obviously the other party is trying to throw dirty water at him!

Yang Bo shook his head, "The meaning of my poem is to stand high and see far. I don't understand, why do you misinterpret it?"

Yu Jin sneered: "He is talking nonsense, let's all work together to catch him!"

Yang Bo didn't want to argue. He wouldn't argue with ordinary people.

Golden light flashed across Yang Bo's body, and he left here and came to the main hall.

Yang Bo was about to change his appearance and hide when someone suddenly grabbed him and said, "Hero!"
Chapter completed!