Only then did the other people smile and clap enthusiastically in approval.
Chishen Gui added, "Since Master Xuanzang is so well versed in poetry, why not compose a matching poem?"
Tang Sanzang's fair face immediately flushed slightly. To be honest, with his gentle personality, he rarely took the initiative to show off.
However, looking at everyone's eager gazes, he eventually furrowed his brows and pondered deeply, deciding to compose a matching poem.
This poem was clearly about a bamboo mountain, using bamboo as a metaphor for integrity—unmoved by worldly fame and fortune. Since he was going to match the poem, he naturally had to stay on theme.
"Five fingers touch neither gold nor silver, embracing the clear breeze; emerald shadows hide a heart beyond the world. Foolish men and resentful women are always bound by passion; a single bamboo raft drifts along with the river."
After reciting the poem, Tang Sanzang smiled and looked at the others.
"What a wonderful poem!"
"Master Xuanzang's poetic talent is truly astonishing!"
"It describes bamboo as well, yet praises another of its virtues from an entirely different angle."
"Master Xuanzang truly is an extraordinary man. No wonder he is a great monk of the Tang Dynasty!"
After hearing Tang Sanzang's poem, Eighteenth Lord and the others praised him without end.
Tang Sanzang's fair face flushed shyly once more. He usually disliked showing off, and he had never expected the poem he had casually composed to receive such praise. He immediately became somewhat embarrassed.
At that moment, in the Heavenly Court, a group of immortals was watching the scene unfolding in Wood Immortal Nunnery.
"What is Tang Sanzang doing? Why is he composing poetry with a bunch of demons?"
"Now that you mention it, Fuyun Sou's poem really is quite good, and Tang Sanzang's poem