A storm stopped with the emergence of the Sixth Snow King of the Snow King of the West Shrine Palace in Tibet. While marveling at the legendary life of the Sixth Snow King of the Snow King, people also expressed great admiration for several love poems written by Huang Yifan's pen name Fanchen. In particular, the King of the Snow King of the Snow King as the background of these love poems makes these poems show a kind of historical weight. So much so that when readers treat the modern poems written by Fanchen, they will try to analyze and understand these poems more carefully and profoundly, as well as the stories expressed after these poems.

And just as the storm ended, Huang Yifan wrote another modern poem under the pen name of Fanchen.

Or, this poem is not a poem, it is a prose, or a Buddhist scripture.

However, this essay is more memorable than a poem.

The name of this poem is - I Ask Buddha.

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There is a temple in the boundless snowy area.

This temple is called the Tibetan Temple.

Countless believers, countless good people, and countless tourists came here from thousands of miles away.

It is said that this is the purest place in the world.

At this time, next to the statue of the Sixth Snow King, a little novice monk was chanting a Buddhist scripture loudly to the tourists.

[I asked the Buddha: Why don’t you give all women a shame to the face of flowers and moon?

Buddha said: That is just a flash in the pan, used to blind the world's eyes

I asked the Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world?

The Buddha said: This is a world of swaying, and swaying means regret.]

The little novice monk is not old, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and may not understand many worldly principles. However, when he recites this volume of Buddhist scriptures, the little novice monk has a tender face, but looks like a monk. The tourists watching are just as soon as they listen to the Buddhist scriptures recited by the little novice monk, and their hearts are instantly infected.

Just as it is said in this Buddhist scripture.

Why not give women in the world a peerless face?

Actually, so what if I give it?

This is just a red pink skeleton. After decades, nothing is left.

However, this volume of Buddhist scriptures has not ended.

A group of tourists can still hear the voices from Buddha.

The little novice continues to recite:

[I asked the Buddha: How can you be as wise as you?

Buddha said: Buddha is a person who has passed away, and man is the future Buddha.

I asked Buddha: Why does it always snow when I am sad

Buddha said: Winter is about to pass, so leave some memories

I asked Buddha: Why does it snow every time it snows is the night I don't care about

Buddha said: People always miss a lot of real beauty when they are unintentional

I asked the Buddha: Will it still snow in a few days?

Buddha said: Don’t just focus on this season and miss this winter.]

Don’t just focus on this festival and miss this winter.

At this moment, a group of tourists seemed to be awakened by the Buddha. Looking at the little novice monk standing aside, someone asked: "Master, which Buddha said the Buddhist scripture you just recited."

"The Buddhist scripture I just recited was said by our sixth Snowland King of the Tibetan West Palace, which is the one in front of us."

He guided the tourists with his eyes, and everyone once again focused their attention on the Sixth Snow King.

Next to the statue of the Sixth Snow King, there were a few words written at this time: "I live in the Potala Palace, I am the largest king in the Snow King."

On the other side, when I finished reciting this Buddhist scripture, the little novice monk returned to the inner palace of the Western Temple of Tibetan Buddhism.

"Master, I finally believe that there is a reincarnation in the world. Please guide me."

With his hands closed, the little novice monk knelt down to the old monk.

On this kneeling, there was an additional master from the world of practice.

...

"Teacher Huang, you don't seem to have joined the Chinese Writers Association yet?"

Xing Yi, director of the Shuimu Chinese Department, found Huang Yifan and asked.

"Yes, Director Xing, I have only joined the Writers Association of Xijiang Province and have not yet joined the Chinese Writers Association."

The Xijiang Writers Association is the provincial Writers Association, and the China Writers Association is a national-level writers association. Although they are both writers associations, their levels are different.

Huang Yifan nodded.

At that time, Huang Yifan had no recommendation, so he naturally could not join the Chinese Writers Association. Later, his fame gradually became stronger. Especially after Huang Yifan used Qiu Shui to kill all the millions of soldiers in the poetry world, Huang Yifan was not very interested in the Chinese Writers Association. Therefore, even though Huang Yifan is far superior to joining the Chinese Writers Association, he did not think about joining the Chinese Writers Association.

"Teacher Huang, how can this be done? A young and promising young man like you should join the China Writers Association quickly. Since you have not joined the China Writers Association, then as your recommender, I recommend you to join the China Writers Association."

Xing Yi was very enthusiastic and said quickly. However, Huang Yifan was really not interested in the Chinese Writers Association, but he refused Xing Yi and said apologetically: "Sorry, Director Xing, I am used to freedom and I am not willing to be bound by some organizations, so I don't want to join for the time being."

"Teacher Huang, you are thinking too much, and there is no restraint for joining the China Writers Association. Don't worry..."

Xing Yi explained to Huang Yifan from time to time, but seeing that Huang Yifan was really not interested, he finally sighed: "Okay, then don't join first, if you think about it in the future, I'm willing to be your recommender at any time."

"Thank you, Director Criminal."

Huang Yifan replied politely.

"I said Xiao Huang, why don't you want to join the Chinese Writers Association?"

After Xing Yi left, Pei Jin, who was in the same office, asked strangely.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I can't get along with them."

"Oh, Xiao Huang, it seems that you are not smooth enough. Although the Chinese Writers Association has various problems, the Chinese Writers Association is a writer's organization representing China. Even if you do not join the Chinese Writers Association, you will also be influenced by the Chinese Writers Association. For example, isn't your identity mark of a 7-star writer also sent to you by the Chinese Writers Association?"

"That's true."

When Peijin said that, Huang Yifan also said self-deprecatingly: "To put it, I can be considered a hidden bell, I just don't want to admit it."

"hehe."

Peijin also smiled, and there was no way to deal with Huang Yifan.

...

"Bai Da, let me tell you good news."

Putting aside the matter of the Chinese Writers Association, the editor-in-chief 314 sent a message to Huang Yifan that night.

"314, what good news, so excited."

Seeing that 314 had a laughing expression, Huang Yifan said strangely. Since he knew 314, he rarely saw 314 having such a happy day. Even if there was anything fun, 314, who has always been mature, is serious.

"We're back to the starting point."

"What's going back to the starting point? Ah, are you going back to the starting point?"

Huang Yifan was a little surprised: "What should I do if Creation?"

“To be precise, I am now responsible for the creation of the world and the starting point.”

"Can you say that it is merged into one with Qidian Chinese?

Huang Yifan guessed.

“I’ve answered correctly.”

314 replied excitedly: "After so long, we thought we would fight Qidian to the end, but we didn't expect that we would go around outside and come back."

"Congratulations, congratulations, this is really something to celebrate."

Huang Yifan congratulated 314.

This is indeed a great joy. The Qidian was divided into two parts, and a Chinshi was divided into two parts. Although the Qidian was supported by TT, it was a new website and the old Chinshi was the mainstream in the industry. Even if Chinshi had to compete with Qidian, it was difficult. Even if Huang Yifan was here in Creation, it would not be completely beyond Qidian. Now the Chinshi's Qidian can be merged together, which is a great thing for Qidian's original team or for online authors like Huang Yifan.

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Chapter completed!