"Is this a dream?" Fang Zheng asked in his mind, but since the system didn't reply, he couldn't be sure. He had a feeling that he seemed to have learned something, but also seemed to have learned nothing. This feeling was very mysterious and could not be explained.
"Woo..." Lone Wolf cried out worriedly when he saw Fang Zheng woke up.
Fang Zheng waved his hand and said: "It's okay, don't worry, okay, it's getting late, go to sleep."
After saying that, Fang Zheng turned over and continued to sleep.
That night, it snowed heavily, and it was also the first snow since the beginning of winter...
The sky was slightly bright, Fangzheng stretched and sat up, feeling refreshed and extremely comfortable all over his body!
After walking out, a gust of cold wind blew in my face, mixed with the smell of snowflakes, fresh and refreshing, very refreshing!
Squinting my eyes, I looked into the yard. The whole yard was wrapped in white snowflakes. The feeling of winter entering overnight was very novel. There are tree hangings hanging on the trees, thick snow piled on the roof, and the crunching sound of walking in the yard sounds particularly comfortable.
But soon, Fang Zheng became worried. It would definitely not work if there was snow piled up in the yard. It would be difficult for people to walk and it would have to be swept away. So Fang Zheng found a big, worn-out broom and started working, while the lone wolf used his nose to dig back and forth on the ground, dragging out long traces of snow. In the end, he only got out a little bit of snow on the tip of his nose. But this is considered work...
Fang Zheng couldn't bear to see it like that, so he tied a wooden board to his chest. In this way, as soon as the lone wolf left, he could move around and shovel the snow, which greatly increased his efficiency...
Lone Wolf cast a sad look at Fang Zheng. He was really just playing in the snow. Is he squeezing the labor force like this
Fang Zheng didn't care about him. He simply cleared a path in and out of the Zen room to the bathroom and kitchen, and quickly cooked.
Eating and clearing snow have become his main tasks today. After working for more than an hour, I piled up the snow in the backyard. I became more playful and turned the snow pile into a big snowman. I used soil blocks to make two eyes on it, inserted wooden sticks, and a big snowman with a height of two meters was formed. People appear.
The front yard was square and a path was cleared, and the remaining square was reserved for use.
After tidying up the Buddhist hall, Fang Zheng took some time off again, flexed his fingers and said with a smile: "The Dragon Buddha's writings are said to be able to suppress the heavens. I don't know what kind of words I will write now."
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he took a wooden stick, stood in front of the snow, took a deep breath, used the wooden stick as a pen and the earth as paper, and started writing!
Holding his breath and concentrating, Fang Zheng instantly entered a state of selflessness. He held the wooden stick and hesitated to write, as if he was brewing something...
"Is this the Yizhi Temple? Monkey, are you sure you didn't lie to me? This is really going to kill me!" A middle-aged man climbed up the mountain panting and sat down on the ground, unable to get up.
The monkey next to him was also tired and sweating profusely. He smiled bitterly and said, "I lied to you? What's the benefit of lying to you? I can tell you that when I see the master later, please calm down. He saved my life, you If you're disrespectful, don't blame me for serving you with a big slap."
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. I'm here for the news. Monkey, do you think the rumors are true? Then Han Xiaoguo really surrendered under the persuasion of the monk here? Is this monk better than the police? "The middle-aged man said.
The monkey said: "Humph, Old Wu, this means you know me. If others ask me, I will definitely not tell you. Others don't believe it, but I believe it! Fatty believes it too!"
"Okay, you'll know when you see me later. Let's go..." Old Wu got up and walked to the temple with Monkey.
The road outside the temple was not swept by Fangzheng. It was okay if it didn’t snow on the mountain. Once it snowed, it would be heavy snow. The snow was very thick. As soon as the two of them stepped down, their calves were buried. They had to move to the temple step by step with difficulty. At the door, the two of them were almost exhausted from exhaustion.
Fortunately, the snow at the door was swept away by Fang Zheng. The two of them pulled out their legs from the snow shell and landed on the flat ground. At that moment, they felt as if they were about to fly! Relaxed and cool!
"Don't mention it, although this temple is not big, it has a unique charm when it is located on this lonely mountain. Every plant and tree is quite organized, as if it is integrated into nature, which is really good." Lao Wu is a professional photojournalist , but can be better at aesthetics than monkeys and others. The extraordinary nature of the temple can be seen at a glance.
The monkey was confused, but one thing he was sure of was that the temple looked really comfortable, and it didn't look like an artificial building at all.
The temple door was open. As soon as they entered, they saw Fang Zheng standing in the snow shell holding a wooden stick.
When Old Wu was about to speak, the monkey immediately covered Old Wu's mouth to silence him. Monkey has always believed that Fangzheng is a hidden master of the world, with unparalleled martial arts skills and incomparable mystery. Now that Fang Zheng was entranced, he instinctively thought that something big was going to happen.
Old Wu was also a person who had seen the world. When he saw Fang Zheng standing there like a statue, with the wooden stick in his hand like a pen, he immediately understood what he was talking about. He took out his camera and took a close-up of Fang Zheng!
In the close-up, Fang Zheng is dressed in white and outshines the snow. His airy, free and earthy temperament jumps out, and Fang Zheng's focused eyes touch the heartstrings of Lao Wu. He can't help but say in his heart: "Such a focused gaze, the pen must have Great article! I just don’t know how hot he is... But looking at his age, he is less than twenty years old. At such an age, I am afraid that he is not hot enough and has insufficient foundation. However, if he maintains this seriousness, it is really hard to say about the future. .”
At this moment, Fang Zheng moved!
At that moment, Monkey and Lao Wu seemed to see a dragon appearing on the snow. The wooden stick in Fang Zheng's hand was like a real brush, writing rapidly on the canvas of the earth. The pen moved like a dragon and snake, and snowflakes flew! The speed is extremely fast, but it also implies a certain rhythm! The snowflakes were flying, but they didn’t disturb the canvas!
What’s even more amazing is that Fang Zheng clearly stepped in the snow, but the footprints he left behind naturally became part of the words! Make this word more perfect! Nor does it destroy the integrity of the words!
"This... this... the wooden stick is a pen, and the feet are also pens! Three strokes are written at the same time, writing a word, complementing each other, like a dragon and a snake galloping..." Old Wu's eyes almost popped out, and the camera clicked subconsciously. Press it and shoot wildly!
The monkey doesn't know how to read. As a layman, he only watches the excitement. He only feels that the square steps are as fast as flying, the body is as strong as a dragon, the clothes are flying, the Buddha's light is bright, and the strong martial arts spirit rushes towards him! His face was red with excitement! He knows that this is what he wants, this is what he is chasing!
However, Fang Zheng didn't know that a guest had arrived. At this moment, all his energy and energy were highly concentrated, and there was only one scripture in his mind! This is the full text of the Diamond Sutra that he searched on the Internet!
"So I heard. At that time, the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi. There was only one tree in the Solitary Garden. He was with the great monks. There were 1,250 people. At that time, the World Honored One was eating. He was wearing clothes and holding an alms bowl..." Fang Zheng was just a wooden stick at first. The pen, and then the two feet assist, and finally the whole person seems to have become a pen, writing verses of scriptures quickly on the canvas between heaven and earth!
(End of chapter)