Song Ergou looked at the young one, then at the busy young people on the other side, shook his head and said: "It's a good thing, but our village may not need it. Your family has it, and I'm sweeping the streets."
After saying that, Song Ergou was about to leave.
The young man didn't understand and asked quickly: "Fellow, what do you mean by this? How can you not use it? Has everyone bought the Spring Festival couplets? Don't worry, we are doing this for free, no money."
Song Ergou looked at the young man and said, "Young man, you haven't seen the news before, have you? We have a calligraphy master here, and we have made an appointment to go up the mountain to write Spring Festival couplets today. So, you guys came here in vain today, what do you want me to say? , it’s better to go back. I take it with my heart.”
"Master of calligraphy? Here?" The young man was stunned.
Another young man behind him heard this, smiled, and came up to him and said, "Fellow, we are students who have just had a vacation. Is what you said true or false?"
Song Ergou said: "That's no wonder. It's normal for you not to know. Well, you people from the Calligraphy Association have come here to compete here before and lost."
"Really?" The two young men were not angry, but asked curiously.
"Of course it's true. Don't believe me... Hey, seeing that you are all new faces, you must have been tricked. Those calligraphers in your county, hehe... you really have no shame and dare to come to our village." Song Ergou said this , raised his head, as if he was the one who won the game.
When the young people heard this, they all marveled. Is there really an expert hiding in the village
Just as they were wondering, a car stopped, and then an old man got out. Song Ergou glanced at it, curled his lips, and left directly.
The person who came was none other than Sun Xianying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association. Behind him was a girl with delicate features and an acquaintance, Ouyang Fenghua, the daughter of Ouyang Huazai.
Seeing Sun Changying, the young people immediately ran over and told Song Ergou what he said. One of the students, whose face was full of acne, said with a smile: "Mr. Sun, is there really a master in this village? Can this remote country really retain a master?"
When Sun Xianying heard this, his eyes widened and he reprimanded: "Don't say such words again! Can you control where the master likes to live?"
"Um, Mr. Sun, is there really a master here?" the student with acne asked in surprise.
"Yes, he is still an amazing master! Well, since the villagers have made arrangements, let's collect all the things. If you have something to do, go back first. If you want to visit other villages, go to other villages. Turn." Sun Changying said.
When everyone heard this, they immediately cheered. Although volunteers are good, who wants to be cold and freezing in this winter. Pack your things quickly...
However, some shrewd people came up and asked, "Mr. Sun, what about you?"
"Of course we went to see the master's calligraphy. You don't know, but the master's calligraphy... well, how should I put it? If I have to describe it, it's shocking! Seeing it once is not enough!" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Everyone was even more confused. Who is Ouyang Fenghua? The daughter of great calligrapher Ouyang Huazai, a master whom even she praised so much, how good is her calligraphy? So everyone's curiosity was aroused.
At this moment, the sound of cars came, which was indeed a convoy of cars, large and small, with no less than dozens of people!
As soon as these people got out of the car, the volunteers were stunned. All the famous and unknown calligraphers from Songwu County came! OK? Are you going to form a group to play games, or are you going to go sightseeing as a group
Sun Changying was also stunned, and turned around and said: "Why are you all here? Don't tell me that you still refused to admit defeat after what happened last time! If so, get back here! No one is allowed to bother the master!"
"Hey, Mr. Sun, please don't say that. Last time we were the frog in the well and looked down on people. This time we are here sincerely asking for words." A man with a Chinese character came forward and said with a wry smile. .
"Are you here to ask for words too?" Ouyang Fenghua was stunned and subconsciously shouted.
"Um... Are you the same?" Everyone was stunned. Ouyang Fenghua's family has a great calligrapher, and he still comes to ask for calligraphy
Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nodding, everyone suddenly became speechless...
Liu Shuqing is a member of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, but he is out of town all year round. This year he came back for the Chinese New Year and was asked by a friend to ask for calligraphy. At first, I was full of doubts and confusion. As for running into the mountains to ask for words? Is it possible that a young monk can still write Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy? I always feel like it’s making a fuss out of a molehill and is too suspicious of hype!
Although he saw Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Xianying, Liu Shuqing always believed that this was a planned hype, using these things to hype up a master to increase the reputation of Songwu County. After all, he has seen this technique more than once...
Therefore, Liu Shuqing didn't take it seriously for going up the mountain to ask for words. It was worth joining in the fun and relaxing.
"If this is the case, then let's all come together. Remember, when you go up the mountain, don't mess around like last time. Follow the rules, go up the mountain with the villagers, and join in the fun." Sun Changying said.
Everyone responded...
When Sun Xianying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui thought he was here to play again. After hearing Sun Xianying's words, Wang Yougui felt relieved. So we organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers...
"Amitabha, donors, who are you?" Fang Zheng looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and stepped forward to greet him.
Fangzheng first won the calligrapher and then the Laba porridge. The Bodhisattva in the temple also had efficacious effects, and his prestige in the village was finally gradually established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui also did ideological work with everyone. Now, everyone has officially recognized Fangzheng as the abbot. When Fang Zheng called everyone benefactors again, everyone got used to it.
Wang Yougui smiled and said: "Fang..." Wang Yougui got stuck again...
Wang Yougui also had a headache as to how to call Fang Zheng. Calling abbot and abbot is nothing. But everyone believed deep down that this person should be called Old Monk, a young monk, so it was awkward to call him that.
Call Fang Zheng by his name? This is the name of the Dharma, and it doesn't matter if you shout it. The problem is that everyone feels that shouting it like this disrespects the Founder, especially when outsiders are around. It's very bad.
After thinking about it, Wang Yougui said: "Master Fangzheng, that..."
"Amitabha, donor, please don't call me Master. This poor monk can't bear it." What Fang Zheng said was true, and he responded vaguely when outsiders called him nonsense. However, the word "Master" is really not something that ordinary people can bear. Affordable. The Yizhi Zen Master at that time said that the master was too heavy and no one would dare to bear it without the practice.
In the past, I didn’t think it was a big deal to be upright, but recently, after reading some things about Buddhist etiquette, I felt quite enlightened. How dare you let others call you master again
Wang Yougui was distressed: "This is not good, that is not good, what should I call it?"
Fangzheng Xiaodao: "The donor can call the poor monk Master Fangzheng and regard the Dharma as his teacher, rather than the poor monk as his teacher."
(End of chapter)