Fang Zheng said: "My master is going to publish a book and write a biography today. From now on, please call me the poor monk Literary Zheng."
"Uh... Master, aren't we monks?" Squirrel asked.
"What's wrong with the monk? Can't a monk publish a book? Can't he be a scholar? Stay here and don't delay the poor monk from publishing a book." Fang Zheng waved his hand.
The squirrel said "oh" and prepared to leave.
As soon as he turned around, Fang Zheng suddenly thought of something. He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Jingkuan, come here and take a look at what the poor monk wrote. Can you understand it?"
Squirrel was shocked. He had been coming to Yizhi Temple for so long. If nothing else, he already knew about 7,788 Chinese characters. Not only him, but also monkeys and salted fish can read and write without any problems. It's just about being ugly...
Squirrel said: "Master, what you wrote is not a heavenly book. Why can't I understand it?"
While talking, Squirrel looked down and then froze.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Do you understand?"
The squirrel rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then said to Fang Zheng: "Master, do you have a fever? What the hell are these talismans written on? I can't recognize what they are! I've heard of impressionist painters who only painted themselves. I understand. Are you the legendary Impressionist calligrapher?"
Fang Zheng burst out laughing when he heard this.
What he just set was that Jing Kuan couldn’t understand it! He wanted to test whether his magical power would work, and if it worked, what effect would it have? As a result of this test, he was extremely satisfied.
Fangzheng made a thought and set the words below so that the squirrel could see them. Then he smiled slightly and said, "Look again."
The squirrel looked down, and after looking for a while, he exclaimed: "Wow! Master, I understand! This... what's going on? Just now it was messy, like a ghost drawing, why did it suddenly become... So pretty!”
Squirrel always thought Fang Zheng's calligraphy was beautiful, so he studied and practiced it diligently for three minutes, and then gave up because he was too tired. But this doesn't stop him from liking Fangzheng's characters.
Fang Zheng said: "Try memorizing this line of characters."
The squirrel rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I have a photographic memory. What's so difficult about looking like this?" As he spoke, the squirrel glanced down, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth! Then…
"Tell me." Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
The squirrel opened his eyes and said bitterly: "Master, I seem to be sick. I can't remember a word."
Fang Zheng looked at the pitiful appearance of the squirrel and laughed and said, "Read it again and try to memorize it again."
The squirrel did not doubt that he was there, so he lowered his head and looked again, closing his eyes. As a result, he was surprised to find that that line of words was as clear as other things he had remembered before! Just open your mouth!
The squirrel exclaimed: "Master, my illness is cured!"
Fang Zheng laughed loudly and said: "Okay, let's go play, don't delay publishing a book for your teacher!"
"Master, how much can you write on this page? And after you finish writing, who will you send it to? Let me tell you, if the mountain is big, you carve it on the mountain! Whoever comes can read it, how convenient it is. "The squirrel said casually and was ready to leave.
But when Fang Zheng heard it, it made sense! If it were written on paper, he wouldn't know who to send it to. But if it is carved on the mountain, anyone can see it
However, it is obviously unrealistic to carve it on the mountain. Although the mountain is big, it is also high! The distance is so far that people below can't see clearly if the characters are small. If the characters are large, not many characters can be carved on a mountain.
However, Fang Zheng thought of a compromise, so Fang Zheng immediately found a set of carving tools and placed them in the yard, and then went back to the house to sleep. Seeing this scene, the squirrel looked puzzled. But I didn’t care, I just did whatever I had to do.
At night, after dinner, Fang Zheng took the carving equipment, called out to Red Boy, and asked Red Boy to take him to the depths of the mountain.
Not long after, Red Boy came back carrying a huge stone tablet that looked like a mountain gate!
With a bang, it hit an open space on Yizhi Mountain, some distance away from Yizhi Temple. In the beginning, it was a place where the crew set up tents. When people left, it was just weeds, so there was nothing to feel bad about.
This huge stone slab is like a wall, giving people a majestic and shocking visual impact.
At the same time, Fang Zheng jumped down from the stone tablet, looked at the huge stone slab with satisfaction and said, "Jing Xin, go get another one, I'm afraid this one won't be enough!"
Hong Hai'er nodded. This ability to extract earth stones and turn them into stone slabs was not difficult for him. Not long after, another big rock fell, but it was a little crooked and not parallel. Honghai'er wanted to fiddle with it again, but Fang Zheng waved his hand and said it was okay.
Such a natural arrangement is more interesting.
Then, Fang Zheng made a mobile ladder out of cold bamboo, and then asked Xianyu to push it underneath, while he began to carve words on the stone slab. The characters he carved are not too big or too small, and the people below can definitely see them clearly as long as they are not short-sighted.
Fang Zheng was carving at first, but later he discovered that he was much stronger than before, and he could move the chisel directly across the stone slab! So he threw away other equipment and used the chisel as a pen. With dragons and phoenixes flying, Buddha began to write quickly on the stone slab like splashing ink.
The salted fish below originally looked up, but when Fang Zheng waved his hand, stone debris fell from the sky. When he looked up, his face was filled with gray! The point is, without eyelids, he can't even close his eyes.
"Jingkuan, please help me, this thing is too gray." Xianyu shouted.
When the squirrel heard this, he nodded quickly, turned around and ran away.
After a while, Xianyu's eyes were covered with two pieces of black cloth...
Squirrel asked with a smile: "Junior brother, how are you doing?"
Xianyu: "Haha... you are afraid that you won't kill Master if you fall."
In the end, the monkey took Xianyu's place and cooperated with Fang Zheng to carve the two stone slabs for a whole night.
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Fang Zheng put down the chisel, jumped down, and took the monkey to ring the bells and drums. Afterwards, I entered the backyard and fell asleep...
Fangzheng went to bed, but as the pilgrims went up the mountain, the Yizhi Temple was full. The pilgrims who could not enter the temple and could only wander outside soon discovered these two conspicuous large stone slabs!
"What it is?"
"It looks like two huge stone screens!"
"No way? It wasn't there yesterday. Why is it there today?"
"Yang Hua, have you seen him before?"
Yang Hua shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before. Let's go and have a look."
After saying that, Yang Hua and a few curious pilgrims walked over, but when a few people came over to take a look, they were stunned.
"What is this? A heavenly book?"
"Ghost-drawing talisman, right?"
"Slates dropped from the sky, ghosts drawing talismans? This..."
(End of chapter)