Chapter 575 Don’t Just Sing, Write a Word

In Lingyin Temple, a bell suddenly sounded.

The clear and loud bell sounded, and the flute and singing sounded inexplicably sacred.

In the B section of the song, the lyrics became:

"So you who don't want to leave,

want to say goodbye to me who has disappeared,

there are still faint whispers in the world,

following the legend of the two of us."

The abbot was silent.

There are no real monks with pure six senses in today's temples.

The nationally famous Lingyin Temple is not, Guiyuan Temple is not, and Shaolin Temple is even less.

Shaolin Temple has established a company and has basically nothing to do with the temple.

Being a monk is just a job, no different from being a worker.

Listening to such songs, the monks were deeply touched and even had the urge to go home.

After the song was sung, the audience applauded wildly, and the monks chanted Amitabha in unison.

The scene was very spectacular.

The live broadcast room was filled with comments, "This song is so awesome!"

"My mom said it was good after listening to it."

"It's amazing, so beautiful!"

Everyone applauded, and then Yuan Haoxuan came on stage.

"Donor Yuan, please!" The abbot raised his hand and invited him to come forward.

Yuan Haoxuan had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Love and affection were all bullshit in his eyes. Women would only affect the volume of his singing and his income.

What is love? Is it fun to have a party?

Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing were complete idiots in his eyes. They were good stars, but they had to announce their relationship officially. If they didn't, their popularity would probably double.

This is being blinded by love.

As soon as Yuan Haoxuan walked forward, Xu Nuo pulled Lin Wanqing back.

It's safer to stay away from high voltage electricity.

The audience in the live broadcast room: "Hahaha, I guessed he would run away."

"I subconsciously moved a little further away from the phone."

"The battery is too high, it's dangerous."

Xiao Sa's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to step back, but stopped abruptly.

I am the host, the host, I can't step back.

Bingbing kept an embarrassed but polite smile.

When they didn't meet, they didn't think there was anything wrong. After listening to Yuan Haoxuan singing two songs, they secretly asked Zhao Lei how he sang.

Neither of them understands music, they just think it's not good, but they didn'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 the Koreans?

Advanced art is often not recognized at the beginning.

With this question, they consulted Zhao Lei, Zhao Lei didn't answer, just sneered and pooh.

The two understood it at once.

This shows that there is nothing wrong with their aesthetics. Yuan Haoxuan's singing is not only bad, but the songs are also garbage.

Xiao Sa looked at the masters with sympathetic eyes, thinking that the masters would probably break down in a while.

Yuan Haoxuan, straightened his clothes, and wiped his hair handsomely.

"I just wrote this song, I hope you like it."

The monks were stunned for a moment, so amazing? Writing songs on the spot?

Yuan Haoxuan spoke.

"This is my freestyle, I saw an ancient temple, you prepare a good song for me..."

The abbot's body shook, and the monks were stunned.

It was the first time for everyone to hear Yuan Haoxuan sing, and everyone was stunned.

"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a group of old monks in the temple..."

The abbot took two steps back.

The monks looked at each other, and the usually calm people began to doubt their ears.

Are you here to sing? Are you here to mess up the scene?

"You said you have too many troubles and just want to block them, then come here! Look at this door, it's long and wide, and this Buddha is tall and round..."

The tourists on the scene were stunned.

"Fuck, is that how he sings in the temple?"

"No, didn't the Internet say that he sings well?"

"Buddha: I feel offended!"

Xu Nuo had already slipped away to avoid dirtying his ears.

The audience around him also stepped back a few steps. Others sing for money, but he sings for his life.

But Yuan Haoxuan didn't notice it at all. He walked forward while singing, trying to interact with the audience.

However, wherever he walked, people stepped back.

Everyone came to pray for good luck. This guy made fun of the masters and then turned around to make fun of Buddha. He was lucky not to be struck by lightning.

In the live broadcast room, Yuan Haoxuan's fans cheered wildly.

"Xuanxuan is so handsome!"

"Didn't you see that the master was stunned? Lingyin Temple has made a fortune!"

"Wow, brother is so handsome!"

After singing a song, Yuan Haoxuan was sweating all over. He said to the abbot with a sense of unsatisfaction, "Master, I actually have a lot of inspiration..."

The abbot shuddered and quickly put his hands together: "Enough, enough, thank you."

"Master, I feel that this song is better than the previous one."

The abbot was dumbfounded, "Thank you for your kindness, one song is enough, I dare not trouble you again."

Xu Nuo was laughing behind him, I am afraid that these masters have a lot of psychological shadows.

It was too shocking. The masters didn't beat him, which shows that the masters are really of high quality.

After finally getting rid of Yuan Haoxuan's impulse to sing another song, the abbot turned his head and looked at Xu Nuo, "Donor, the song "Rolling Red Dust" just now is quite Zen. It just so happens that our temple has built a new Zen room. I wonder if you are willing to write an inscription?"

Good guy, the master is also very smart. Lingyin Temple has been around for so many years, and there are only so many attractions. People who have come several times have long been tired of seeing and hearing.

The so-called new Zen room is just a gimmick to add allusions. Who is the most suitable person?

Of course, it is a star with a promising future like Xu Nuo, who has a golden body to protect him. As long as he does not collapse, the temple will have a resounding sign.

With his fame, many people are willing to come to 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 write the inscription, isn't it appropriate?"

The master smiled slightly, "Originally, I haven't thought of a name for this Zen temple, but the song just sung by the donor suddenly gave me an idea. This Zen temple is called Red Dust Pure Land, and it is most appropriate for the donor to write the theme."

The master is a master, with a good brain, and he turned this matter into an allusion in a few words.

Xu Nuo nodded, "Since it is called the Red Dust Territory, then I will show my ugliness. Please forgive me if my handwriting is not good!"

The master put his hands together, "It doesn't matter whether the handwriting is good or not."

Yuan Haoxuan came over and said vigorously, "Nuoyan, I think it's better to forget it. If your handwriting is not good, you can ask Teacher Sa to do it for you."

As a top student, Xiao Sa's handwriting is indeed good.

Xiao Sa is a smart person, and he can understand Yuan Haoxuan's meaning, "Nuoyan, try it first."

Xu Nuo smiled and said, "Then I will show my ugliness."

The master has asked someone to bring a bucket of paint and a brush.

"This abbot has some things, the star is well prepared!"

"It should be planned in advance. It happened that Nuoyan sang a song with Zen meaning. Going with the trend, his fame can rise again."

"As expected of a master, his brain is very useful."

The group came to 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 I can't write well."

Yuan Haoxuan secretly said, "Nuoyan, I think you should not write it. If you can't write well, you will have to find someone to scrape it off later, which is very troublesome."

Lin Wanqing was unhappy and said coldly, "Master didn't say anything, but you are worried about it."

"I'm just being kind!" Yuan Haoxuan's face froze.

"Mind yourself!" Lin Wanqing didn't give him any face.

She didn't like this Yuan Haoxuan from the bottom of her heart.

He had a crooked look in his eyes, sneaked around and looked around, and the lust in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Now he dared to secretly say Xu Nuo, she was too lazy to bear it.

Xu Nuo pulled Lin Wanqing over and touched her head, "It's okay."

The onlookers were so envious.

Who doesn't want a girlfriend who is cold to others but gentle and considerate to herself.

People like Lin Wanqing who are willing to stand up for themselves are even rarer.

"I've said it so many times that I'm envious, but I really envy them."

"What a fairy-tale love."

"A man dies for his confidant. What if this confidant is also 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 Xuanxuan like that?"

"She's rebelling. Ban her!"

"Apologize to your brother immediately, or you'll have a hard time!"

Extreme fans are not rational at all. Lin Wanqing said a few words, and before Yuan Haoxuan said anything, the fans jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The eyes of the spectators lit up. Finally, there was someone who was not afraid of death. Ou Mingxuan, the first to do this, is still operating a sewing machine. The next warrior Jin Heze was beaten up and almost followed in his footsteps. It seems that Yuan Haoxuan wants to be the third one.

"Fight! Report them!"

"Too arrogant, I, a passerby, can't stand it, how can I tolerate this?"

"That's right, they dared to talk to Yuan Haoxuan like this, they don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

For a while, the live broadcast room and Weibo were all condemning Lin Wanqing. Of course, a large part of them were passersby who just wanted to watch the fun.

Lin Wanqing can be said to be the female star with the least black material in the Chinese music scene. She has a clean family background, a good family background, and official care. Everyone wants others to kick the iron plate without knowing their own abilities.

The brainless fans thought they had a hundred responses, jumping up and down to plan attacks.

Here Xu Nuo picked up a huge brush and began to write on the wall.

The first couplet: "It's easy to come and hard to go, decades of human travel."

The master put his hands together, "Amitabha."

Xiao Sa gave a thumbs up, "Your handwriting is good!"

"It feels like Yan Jin Liu Gu." Bing Bing applauded.

Zhao Lei laughed: "It's true that the young are formidable. There are not many young people who can write well nowadays!"

Lin Wanqing glanced at Yuan Haoxuan, then turned back to look at Xu Nuo with admiration.

"Master, this handwriting should not be considered a disgrace to your temple, right?" Xu Nuo turned back and smiled.

"Donor, you are joking. This handwriting is ten times better than mine."

Xu Nuo picked up the pen and wrote the second couplet, "It's easy to separate but hard to reunite, the eternal sorrow of love and hate."

The horizontal scroll reads "The Pure Land in the Red Dust".

It was completed in one go, and the handwriting was vigorous and flamboyant.

Everyone was in high spirits and applauded.

Yuan Haoxuan looked gloomy and forced a smile, "I didn't expect you to write well."

"It's just so-so."

Yuan Haoxuan took out his mobile phone and looked at it to hide his embarrassment. He broke into a cold sweat after seeing it.