The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Chapter 118: It’s Chinese New Year [Please collect]

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Although more than 300 people came to the mountain, many of them were from the same family, so there were only more than 100 copies to be written!

Fang Zheng wrote and Wang Yougui translated, but soon Wang Yougui discovered that he couldn't keep up with Fang Zheng's speed! Ouyang Fenghua hurriedly helped, one person quickly turned the pages, and the other prepared the red paper for writing the Spring Festival couplets in advance and laid it out for Fang Zheng to write. Fangzheng was very busy writing from here to there.

Soon more than a hundred copies were written!

The villagers and members of the calligraphy association looked at the calligraphy in their hands and burst into laughter. Such good calligraphy was hard to come by in a lifetime, and they said they had made a fortune!

Fang Zheng also writes heartily and comfortably! I sighed in my heart: "Sure enough, you need to use pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write. There is always something missing when writing on the snow."

After writing the couplet, everyone said goodbye happily. It was almost noon and everyone was going home to prepare for cooking.

Fang Zheng sent everyone away, turned around, and found that there were still people left!

At the door, Ouyang Fenghua stood looking at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, does the donor still have any questions?"

"Master, it's like this. My father asked me to bring you a message. If the temple needs to be expanded, our family is willing to help." Ouyang Fenghua said.

Fang Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect that there was an unexpected surprise! However, Fang Zheng still kept a smile on his face, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you so much for your kindness!"

"Okay, I've finished talking about my dad. Let's talk about mine." Ouyang Fenghua rolled his eyes and smiled.

Fang Zheng was puzzled, what else could this girl do

Ouyang Fenghua said: "Master, I want to learn your calligraphy. Is that... okay?"

Fang Zheng was completely speechless. As expected, there is no free lunch in the world. There are still conditions for expanding the temple... although this condition is not excessive.

However, Fang Zheng still refused: "Donor, how can a poor monk, a monk, teach the benefactor? What's more, it is not suitable for men and women to get along with each other in the land of Buddhism. If the benefactor has nothing else, please come down the mountain."

Is Ouyang Fenghua beautiful? Fang Zheng’s answer is yes, it is smart, lively and beautiful, but the more beautiful it is, the more Fang Zheng wants to reject it! If you can watch it but not eat it, then you really suffer! He didn't want to find fault for himself. What's more, the temple is indeed not suitable for women. He was the only one in the whole temple, a man and a woman alone, and he was in a lot of trouble.

Ouyang Fenghua didn't expect Fang Zheng to refuse so simply and walk away without any intention of looking back. He suddenly became anxious and shouted: "Master, I can live down the mountain! Isn't it okay to go up the mountain to study every day? I promise, I won't disturb you." Your practice!”

Fang Zheng waved his hand, unmoved at all. The joke didn't explain the key point, how could it be accepted

The door was closed, and Ouyang Fenghua stood outside the door angrily. After waiting for a long time, he was sure that Fang was determined not to accept her as his disciple, and then he stamped his feet and went down the mountain.

What she didn't know was that Fang Zheng didn't leave at all, but was squatting at the door listening to what was going on outside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps receding, Fang Zheng lay on the wall with his bald head exposed. He looked at Ouyang Fenghua's slender back, shook his head slightly, and said a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, it's so good. Isn't the poor monk's concentration still good?" .”

After saying that, Fang Zheng chuckled and went to do what he had to do. As for Ouyang Fenghua's matter, Fang Zheng didn't take it to heart at all. A matter of men and women? Fang Zheng didn’t want to at all…

At the foot of the mountain, Songwu County.

None of the calligraphers went home, but immediately found a mounting company and framed the couplets written by Fang Zheng. Then hung it on the door of the back room...

"Old man, where did you get this antique? Could it be that you were deceived?" Sun Xianying's wife Luo Ping, who was washing vegetables, asked with a smile when she saw Sun Xianying coming back and tinkering with these two couplets.

"What antique? This is the calligraphy I went to ask for today. It's such a good calligraphy that I never get tired of it." Sun Changying looked at the calligraphy on his door with admiration.

"You asked for it today? You also asked for calligraphy? Hey, this is rare. Don't you always think of yourself as noble and think that your calligraphy is already the best? What? Modified it?" After Luo Ping finished speaking, she walked into the study, Look at the text.

"Oh, old man, why are these words so beautiful! Just looking at it, my troubled heart calmed down a lot. It seems like there is a Buddha in it... You didn't ask for it from that temple, right?" Luo Ping exclaimed.

Sun Changying smiled and said: "Okay! You can tell at a glance that it was made by an eminent monk in the temple. Have you kept up with the cultural accomplishment? Haha..." Sun Changying said haha, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. It is normal for words to reveal some information about the writer. But if a person who doesn’t understand Chinese characters can see the charm inside, that would be extraordinary!

Thinking of this, Sun Changying already had a plan in mind... Next year, maybe...

This scene also happened in the homes of other calligraphers. One by one, they hung up their calligraphy like treasures. It is naturally eye-catching. After seeing it, the guests, relatives and friends praised it one after another, and they all earned a lot of face. At the same time, Fang Zheng was in awe in his heart. He was only a teenager and already had such skills. If given time...

"We are going to give birth to everyone in Songwu County!" This is the emotion in everyone's heart! At the same time, he was blushing over his previous actions of Meng Lang...

When everyone was posting calligraphy Spring Festival couplets, the WeChat group also went crazy. Countless people were discussing the Spring Festival couplets written by Fang Zheng, but no one was talking about the content. They were all chatting about words!

The calligraphers didn't hide it, and pushed Fangzheng and Yizhidiao out one after another. For a time, Yizhidiao's reputation greatly increased!

The next day, it even made the local news! It's a pity that the local news ratings are too low... but its reputation has also increased a lot.

At this moment, Fang Zheng is squatting on the ground, seriously making his ice lantern! He has nothing to do and is free to do so. Making some ice lanterns and decorating the entire temple has become his top priority now.

In the next few days, Fang Zheng made many large ice lanterns at once, making some every day. Starting from the entrance of the temple, he made a large snowman at regular intervals. A large ice lantern was placed on the snowman's head, and he placed it all the way up the mountain pass. Used as street lights...

Seeing that the New Year was about to begin, the village chief Wang Yougui came over once and saw that Fang Zheng had made so many ice lanterns. The next day, Yang Ping sent a large bundle of candles, which was enough for Fang Zheng to splurge.

This made Fang Zheng very happy, so he made many more ice lanterns and set up a large array of ice lanterns in the open space.

The year is coming so fast, the annual Spring Festival has come with the crackling of firecrackers, and Fang Zheng finally lit all the ice lanterns with candles. The top of the mountain is lit up, and from a distance, it seems as if there is Buddha light shining on the mountain, making it look particularly beautiful.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound sounded.

Snapped!

A firework explodes in the sky, symbolizing the arrival of midnight.

Fang Zheng looked at the fireworks in the sky, took out his mobile phone and took a selfie for his own entertainment! As a result, my back tightened, and the little squirrel climbed up and grinned at the camera, looking very fierce.

(End of chapter)