5099: C5099 Copies of Poetry

C5099 Copies of Poetry

Standing in front of the temple, Yang Bo could clearly see the words "Slive Temple" clearly written on the temple's plaque.

Facing this temple, Yang Bo was a little hesitant. However, there seemed to be some kind of invisible force pulling him in, causing him to involuntarily walk in.

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

The red paint on the door that had already peeled off had been painted red, and the rust-stained copper nails had once again shone with a golden color.

The dust covered the brick road, and when the dust dispersed, it became spotless. The originally empty courtyard immediately became bustling with activity, with a surging tide of people.

The incense burner suddenly appeared and the smell of incense spread. The sound of chanting, the sound of drums, and the sounds of wooden fish could be heard.

Yang Bo raised his head and saw that the white jade tower was not yet completed. It was only half built, but it was already tall enough. Looking from afar, it was like a pillar supporting the sky.

The white jade bricks on the surface of the tower were crystal clear and smooth under the sunlight.

Many people pointed in the direction of the white jade tower, pointing at it, but no one could hear their discussions.

Yang Bo originally thought that there was something wrong with his ears, but upon closer inspection, he could see that the people were tightly shut, as if they did not dare to discuss.

At this moment, a group of scholars walked over. They stopped in the temple and looked at the tower from afar.

One of them stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone, His Majesty is praying for the people and building a Supreme Tower. This is an auspicious sign!"

"We scholars should write a poem and remember it. We should praise His Majesty for his merits. The poem will be passed down through the ages, and his name will never be forgotten!"

Someone at the scene raised his voice and said, "Brother Yu Jin, you have always been an expert. How about you write a poem?"

"We have long heard of Brother Yu Jin's great name. Can we be fortunate enough to witness Brother Yu Jin's talent today?"

Following that, many people started to jeer, "Brother Yu Jin, hurry up and write a poem. We are all waiting!"

"Brother Yu Jin is a genius. You will definitely be able to write a stunning poem!"

Not only did their group of people look at Yu Jin, but many of the people present were also staring in the direction of Yu Jin.

Yu Jin laughed, "The praise from all of you makes me blush with shame."

"If that's the case, I will recite a poem first and throw bricks to draw jade."

Yang Bo, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. He never thought that he would be able to see such an elegant thing here.

Yu Jin raised his hand, as if he was expressing his emotions. He recited a poem: "The White Jade Pagoda in the Longevity Temple is like the pillar of heaven and earth!"

"Your Majesty built the White Jade Tower to pray for the country and its people!"

The surroundings were completely silent, and everyone stared in the direction of Yu Jin, filled with astonishment.

After a moment, deafening applause rang out.

When Yang Bo saw this scene, he couldn't help but be shocked. The way this world expressed itself seemed to be a little shallow.

If this could also be considered as composing a poem, he would be able to write a whole basket of it!

Yu Jin, on the other hand, did not feel ashamed at all. He smiled and cupped his hands towards the surroundings, "Everyone is too polite, too polite!"

"Everyone can write a poem together and come together!"

Looking at the atmosphere, Yang Bo could not help but shake his head with a bitter smile. What a huge joke.

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

Yu Jin suddenly pointed at Yang Bo and shouted, "Brother, don't go!"

Yang Bo didn't know that the other party was calling him. He walked through the crowd, but he didn't expect the crowd around him to suddenly open up a path.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. His status was not noble, so why did everyone make way for him? When his gaze fell on the eyes of the people beside him, he saw fear.

The people would make way for him because they were afraid of him.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd finally quieted down.

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

Yu Jin pointed at Yang Bo, "Brother, you seem to be dissatisfied with my poem?"

"Since that's the case, can you compose a poem and let us see your level?"

Yang Bo was stunned, he shook his head and said, "I don't know how to write a poem."

As a young man of the new era, the poems that Yang Bo could recite were limited. How could he write a poem?

However, Yu Jin was not willing to let go of Yang Bo. He opened his mouth and said: "Your Majesty has built the White Jade Tower, and is praying for the people of the world, and for the people of the world. This is a matter that will benefit the country and the people!"

"The people are cheering for it, the literati are cheering for it, and the world is shaking. As a citizen of the Buddhist Kingdom, are you not moved?"

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

"Brother, since you do not approve of my poem, then you should be able to write a better poem. Please write a poem!"

Yang Bo looked at the other party and did not speak for a moment.

However, Yu Jin was not willing to let go of Yang Bo, "If you can't compose a poem, then you must kneel down and apologize to me!"

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

Yang Bo laughed, he did not expect that he would actually be accused of such a big thing.

He could feel that the other party was an ordinary person without any cultivation. It was probably because Yang Bo shook his head that the other party's sensitive self-esteem was questioned, which was why he had such a reaction.

Yang Bo looked at the other party and said: "Since that's the case, listen carefully!"

"The White Jade Tower of the Longevity Temple!"

"Hua!"

The scene immediately went into an uproar. Everyone looked at Yang Bo. Wasn't this plagiarism?

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

It seemed that he was truly an ordinary person who didn't know how to write poems!

This caused Yu Jin to feel extremely satisfied.

Yang Bo's face was indifferent as he continued, "It's said that the cry of a chicken sees the sun rise."

"You are not afraid of the clouds covering your eyes, you are only at the highest level!"

The scene was completely silent, and everyone was shocked.

Yang Bo looked at everyone's eyes and felt extremely satisfied. He never thought that there would be a day when he would have to copy a poem.1

He changed the first line of Wang Anshi's poem. The entire poem was full of philosophy and was much better than a doggerel.

Someone applauded at the scene and suddenly stopped.

Many people had happy expressions on their faces, but they quickly restrained themselves.

Yu Jin laughed, "Everyone heard it, he wrote a reverse poem!"

"He's not afraid of the clouds that cover his eyes, this is mocking His Majesty!"

"Everyone, let's work together and capture him! Don't let him get away!"

The people who were originally standing beside Yang Bo all retreated, as if Yang Bo was the plague.

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

However, if he wanted to misinterpret it, there was no problem. It was obvious that the other party wanted to pour dirty water on him!

Yang Bo shook his head, "The moral of this poem of mine is to stand high and look far. I don't understand, why do you want to misinterpret it?"

Yu Jin sneered: "He's talking nonsense. Let's attack him together and catch him!"

Yang Bo was not willing to refute. He would not argue with ordinary people.

A golden light flashed on Yang Bo's body as he left the place and arrived at the main hall.

Just as Yang Bo was about to change his appearance and hide, he was suddenly pulled back by someone, "Hohero!"

Yang Bo's entire body stiffened. He turned around and was filled with surprise, "It's you!"

Chapter 15 - The Death of the Hero

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