Said to send Zheng Ling back, in fact, the main purpose is to prevent him from escaping, it can be seen that this is definitely not a good student.
Yun Yanhui sent him to the gate of the academy, wanting to see him enter. Zheng Ling took his hand reluctantly, "Your mother made something for me, you come to me, and I will say hello to the gatekeeper."
"Come in quickly!" Yun Yan pushed him back, "Be careful of your brain, don't get beaten up again."
He hesitated for a while, but still said to Zheng Ling: "If someone bullies you, you should condemn them to come to Daxiangguo Temple to find me."
Zheng Ling looked at him eagerly.
Yun Yan replied, "Cough, it's fine to put on a sack."
Zheng Ling instantly thought of Zhou Huilin, the victim of the sack, and then he was implicated, so his expression was very strange, mixed with various emotions.
After the two separated, Zheng Ling entered the academy and was immediately found by his book boy, who burst into tears.
"What's the matter, why are you crying?"
Shutong choked up and said, "Alang suddenly came to the academy this morning, but he couldn't find you, so the master found your classmates, and then he knew that you lost the fight..."
How could Zheng Ling think of such a coincidence, and said gloomily, "Is my father still in the academy?"
"Here, I also sent people to Kaifeng Mansion and asked them to help find you." Shutong cried, "The little ones have been beaten..."
"Don't cry, it's so annoying." Zheng Ling ran into the academy in a hurry.
…
Zheng Ling's father slapped Zheng Ling's buttocks. He wanted to be angry. If it wasn't for the injury on his head, he would slap him on the head, "You little bastard!"
"Dad, don't hit me first!" Zheng Ling shouted, "Don't you want to know where I was last night?"
Zheng Ling's father was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "I don't want to!!"
Zheng Ling didn't expect his father to come out of nowhere, so he hurriedly shouted, "I'm in Daxiangguo Temple!"
Zheng Ling's father turned a deaf ear and pressed him to his lap. What's so strange about Daxiangguo Temple? There is the center of Bianliang.
Zheng Ling shouted again: "I was rescued by a younger brother who looked very much like me, and his mother looks very much like me!"
Hearing that, Zheng Ling's father paused for a while, then continued to raise his palms to beat him, "Go ahead."
Zheng Ling burst into tears, "My head is broken, you still beat me... Dad, do you think that is my aunt? Why does she live in such a place? I have seen her Kesi, It's clearly the technique of our daughter's family!" And it's impossible for non-native families to do it, because it was the craftsmanship that his great-grandmother inherited from her parents' family.
Zheng Ling's father stopped, frowned and said, "Shut up!"
"I won't shut up. Tell me, what's wrong with my aunt? Why have I never heard of her existence? She's so sad!" Zheng Ling screamed. He was not sure because of Zheng Ping's evasive attitude. But I said that I was trying to divert attention before, but I actually cheated, so I simply continued to cheat.
"Just talk nonsense," Zheng Ling said coldly, "Where did you get your aunt from outside? It's not your aunt at all!"
…
After Yun Yan returned to send the people back, he spread out the paper and started to write in the notebook. The writing and editing were changed to the evening, and a prototype was born. The next day, I drew a sentence again, and sent it to a lay preacher for rehearsal.
When Hui Chong saw that there was a new book, he was very surprised, "Didn't you say that there will be new stories slowly?"
"Don't mention it, something happened." Yun Yan said with her face back, "The people from Zhang Shan built a bridge a few days ago, and we know that our master is very serious. There are two leaders crying and calling to marry him!"
Hui Chong: "… "
Yun Yan replied: "It's all because of the stories you tell on weekdays. The young ladies thought it was true, but they didn't believe it was a story, so they became fascinated."
Huichong said jealously, "Why didn't such good things happen to me?"
Yun Yan looked back at him with a half-smile but not a smile.
Afraid that he would complain, Hui Chong quickly said seriously: "Just kidding, I am devoted to Buddha..."
Hui Chong sometimes thinks that it is no wonder that Master likes Yan Ge'er. In this entire Daxiangguo Temple, when it comes to being the most qualified monk, Yan Ge'er can definitely be among the best, but it's just not shaved. Sometimes when I discuss with Brother Yan about the Buddhist verses and Buddhist principles to be used in the story, Huichong feels ashamed. After so many years of study, he is not as good as a yellow-haired child. If Brother Yan came to be a monk, would there be a place for him to recite sutras
Yun Yan replied: "This story needs to be rehearsed by the brothers, and it will be released in a few days."
"It's natural, otherwise, this matter is fragrant when it is said, but it will harm the reputation of Master." Hui Chong also understood the deep meaning of Yun Yanhui's rushing. Although he was not afraid of shadows, the people all liked it. Watch the fun, otherwise there will be no refuting rumors, and some people think that he is really a person who has nothing to do and even shit every day.
Yun Yan's return to this new book actually started from this aspect, simply describing the stories of disillusionment after the elegant young lady and her idol were together. For example, the young lady often understood the actions of her sweetheart from her own point of view, and the final result It's completely different, and I found out that my sweetheart is just a layman, with all kinds of emotions and desires, and wants to eat, drink and Lazard.
On the surface, it is funny, but deeper down, I hope that people who hear the story can wake up. As for how others understand that everything is illusory, it doesn’t matter. Yun Yanhui actually doesn’t believe that everything can be equated with illusion. .
It's not a very long story. On the day of the appointment with Zhou Renai, the vulgar monk also rehearsed it, and hung it out to talk about a new book today.
Zhou Renai took his daughters to Wazili to listen, and Zhang Shanren also followed.
This story is very attractive at the beginning. The woman lives with her idol. The first few things can be said to be fun, making them very involved and smiling, but later it is thought-provoking, and I think of it. on yourself.
Especially in the end, the monks also want to emphasize unintentionally that the story is just a story, not based on real events, any resemblance is purely coincidental. It made them think, is it really just the person in the story that they fell in love with
When Zhang Shanren heard this, he also smiled, and after the end, he went backstage to look for Yunyan to return.
"How is it, are my eldest nieces awake?" Yun Yanhui was ready. If one story couldn't work, then another story would be added. If it couldn't work, he had to take them to peep and spit.
"Looks like he's awake." Zhang Shanren smiled at him, "It's just your story, aren't you robbing me for business?"
Just because there are more amusing elements in this story, there are not so many parts related to "Zen". In the past, Yun Yanhui was controlling the proportion, but this time, because of the purpose, he didn't care so much. The uninitiated watching the excitement, the expert watching the doorway, Zhang Shanren can see it at once.
But in fact, in the original history, in the later stage of narrating the scriptures, the scriptures were the main focus. This was the choice of the market, and the public preferred to listen to the scriptures. Now everyone feels fresh, but after the freshness passes, gradually, they will feel that the sermons with colors are more in line with their tastes.
Artificially enhancing the fun of sermons and controlling the proportion of sutras can only delay the arrival of this day. After a few years, Yun Yanhui was no longer in control. And on that day, the real competition between monks and speaking artists will come.
Zhang Shanren may not have expected this ending, but he was keenly aware of it, and he can tell this story too.
Yun Yan looked back to see that no one noticed, and bowed to Zhang Shanren, "Brother, just spare me."
"You use this way, change it, change a few stories and send it to me." Zhang Shanren said with a smile.
"But you're not in this way at all!" Yun Yan replied, although Zhang Shanren was talking slander, but he mainly satirized current events, and this, the style of painting was obviously more silly and sweet.
Zhang Shanren said, "I still have disciples... You can't just take care of your niece and not your nephew, can you?"
When it comes to those nephews who can be his father, Yun Yan has a headache, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'll change it."
The core of the story is there, pick the head to the tail and pinch off Buddhism, and you can come up with a series of stories. Zhang Shan’s people are still considerate. Now some people change it without saying hello. Anyway, they can insist that they are their own children after changing their face. Of course, such unruly people are spurned by the industry.
Yun Yan had just finished talking to Zhang Shanren when Zhao Yunchu appeared over there.
The child entered the backstage and ran back towards Yun Yan, "Brother Yan."
Yun Yan looked back and saw that the tip of his nose was sweating, and pressed him down, "Have some tea."
Zhao Yunchu obediently poured a cup of tea, "Brother Yan, what you asked me to inquire about..."
"Wait." Yun Yan pressed his shoulder back.
Zhang Shanren is an old Jianghu after all, hehe smiled, "I'm going to see Renai." Then he turned and walked out of the backstage.
Yun Yan came back and asked, "How?"
Although he had already seen Zheng Ling again, but because of Zheng Ping's attitude, it was really difficult to touch Zheng Ling's bottom.
Zhao Yunchu said: "That Zheng Ling is like this. His family has been an official for several generations. His grandfather Zheng Li is a Hanlin bachelor, and he is also a judge of the court. His father Zheng Xun..."
"Wait," Yun Yanhui suddenly felt wrong, spelling? "Which one, which one?"
Zhao Yunchu was dumbfounded and said, "Yan Chuanxun, what's the matter with that scorpion that starts with cursive?"
Yun Yan's face went blank for a moment: "...What the hell?"
Zhao Yunchu: "??"
Although in ancient times not all women could be named according to their family names, but Zheng Ling's father's name taught, from the side of words, Zheng Ling's grandfather's name was cursive. If Zheng Ping was Zheng Ling's aunt, it would be impossible to name her like this !
Obviously, Zheng Ping could only be Zheng Ling's grandfather's sister...
The corners of Yun Yan's mouth twitched back, thinking of Zheng Ling's words, to be honest, if it weren't for Zheng Ling's words "I treat you as my own younger brother", he would not have felt so much thunder at this moment.
This is embarrassing, you want to treat me as a younger brother, but I am your cousin...