Chapter 2522

He did not expect that this Master Chishen, although unremarkable and looking very crude, would have such brilliant literary talent.

"How is it, Master Xuanzang?"

Master Chishen walked to Tang Sanzang's side, his eyes fixed on him.

"Truly a peerless poem! It is astonishing! It completely captures the spirit of the maple tree."

Tang Sanzang smiled and praised him with extreme sincerity.

"Match it, Master Xuanzang!"

"That's right, match it!"

"Master Xuanzang, I believe your poem will certainly not disappoint us either!"

The others all looked at Tang Sanzang, clearly extremely excited and thrilled.

Tang Sanzang looked at everyone, and seeing those enthusiastic gazes, he finally let go. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of clear tea, and then frowned and thought carefully.

A moment later, Tang Sanzang chanted a poem, "Winter snow has not yet arrived, but I smell the maple fragrance, not fearing the severe cold, becoming even more unbridled, having also experienced the nine cold frosts, a heart of loyalty facing the morning sun."

"Good poem!"

"Simply perfect!"

"Master Xuanzang's literary talent is truly astonishing!"

"In the past, there were ancients who could compose poems in seven steps; Master Xuanzang composed this poem in one breath, not even needing seven steps."

"Moreover, the artistic conception of this poem is so high, using the scenery to express emotions; he is truly a peerless genius!"

Tang Sanzang laughed, and at this moment, he was also startled himself; he had never laughed like this before.

Even when he laughed, he maintained the demeanor of the Buddhist sect, keeping his teeth hidden and remaining gentle and elegant. But now, being praised so much by these Daoist priests, for a moment, it seemed to have stirred something within his heart.

"Hahaha, come, come, drink tea! Eat food!"

"That's right, that's right, having the fortune to meet a remarkable person like Master Xuanzang is our luck!"

Master Eighteen and the others all appeared very happy at this moment, saying one after another.

"Hehehe." Tang Sanzang also looked up and laughed. At this moment, the shy expression on his face was completely gone, as if at this moment, his true nature was also revealed. He said, "Your talents are also quite astonishing to this poor monk."

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with mutual appreciation.

At this time, Master Lingkong said again, "I have an eternal absolute couplet; I wonder if Master Xuanzang can match it?"

Tang Sanzang looked at him, his expression becoming extremely firm, and said, "Please, go ahead!"

Master Lingkong hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile and said, "Smoke locks the pond willows."

Once this was recited, everyone's eyes revealed expressions of surprise. Clearly, the difficulty of this upper couplet was very obvious.

"Smoke locks the pond willows"—firstly, in terms of artistic conception, it depicted a beautiful scene where thick water mist shrouded the willow trees by the pond; the conception was very high.

Secondly, and most importantly, the radicals of these five characters were actually arranged in the order of "metal, wood, water, fire, earth."

In this way, the difficulty of matching this lower couplet could be imagined.

"Master Eighteen, Master Lingkong also used this couplet to test you a few days ago; didn't it stump you?"

Master Guzhi looked at Master Eighteen with a smile in his eyes and spoke.

"I was busy with something at that time. Who says I couldn't match it? For such an eternal absolute, as long as you give me half a day, I will certainly match it."

Master Eighteen's face turned red, somewhat embarrassed, and he spoke.

At this time, Tang Sanzang raised his head, smiled, and said, "This couplet is indeed very difficult, but there is no need for half a day; I have already thought of the lower couplet."