After much thought, Monkey thought that although he still didn't want to get married so early, having a child seemed to be a good idea! So the monkey said silently: "Bodhisattva, please bless me and give me a pair of twin sons!"
Burn incense, kneel down, and as for the money, there is no merit box, so he can only put it in front of the futon.
At this moment, Lao Wu came to the monkey, and he also burned incense and knelt down.
The monkey said in astonishment: "Old Wu, you also want a child? You are already over forty!"
Old Wu gave a monkey look and said, "What's wrong with being over forty? I've only had one son all my life, and then I couldn't get pregnant. Now I want a daughter, little cotton-padded jacket. Is there any problem?" After saying that, Old Wu kowtowed, and then also Take out two hundred dollars and put them in front of you.
After the two of them left the main hall, Monkey suddenly remembered and said, "Old Wu, didn't you have a sterilization?"
Old Wu smiled and said: "Yeah, otherwise you think I really want another one? Raising a child is like raising an ancestor. I finally raised one and I am almost liberated. How can I want another one?" . But if you don’t make a wish and put down the money, I guess the master won’t want it either. If it’s not for anything else, just for this word, the money is worth it!”
The monkey smiled bitterly and said nothing. At this time, Fang Zheng came with two bowls of water.
The monkey's eyes suddenly lit up, but he was so naive that he immediately said: "Old Wu, aren't you thirsty?"
Old Wu nodded subconsciously and said, "I'm not thirsty."
"I'm so thirsty, I'll help you drink your bowl of water." After the monkey finished speaking, he ran over, took the bowl of water, and drank it all. Then he said with a happy face: "Master, this water is still so delicious!"
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said nothing.
The monkey asked tentatively: "Can I have another bowl?"
"No." Fang Zheng refused decisively.
The monkey said unwillingly: "Didn't you take care of it enough last time?"
"There is still half a tank of water, you can try to fill it up." Fang Zheng looked at the monkey with a smile.
When the monkey thought about Fangzheng's huge vat and bucket, his back immediately ached and he decisively gave up drinking water.
Old Wu looked at the monkey suspiciously and said, "Monkey, isn't it? This... only gives you a bowl of water?"
The monkey said helplessly: "Be content. This is because we are afraid that we will die of thirst, so we will give you some water to drink. Otherwise, with Master's temper, there won't even be a bowl of water. Are you thirsty? No, I will help you drink it?"
Mr. Wu felt that there was something fishy in this, so he looked at the monkey, took a sip of water, and then drank it all in one breath. As a result, he couldn't take a breath, and sprayed the water with a pop.
Seeing this, the monkey shook his head: "What a waste..."
Old Wu blushed, quickly changed the subject, and asked Fang Zheng curiously: "Master, this water is spring water from the mountain? Why does it taste so good?"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "It is the spring water on the mountain, but this water entered the temple of the poor monk and was contaminated with Buddhist aura, so the taste is slightly different."
"This..." Old Wu didn't believe in the theory of Buddha's energy, but he couldn't refute it in front of Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng just assumed that he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask, but he was still curious in his heart, thinking about finding time to study it carefully, if he could crack the secret of the mid-term...
Old Wu's mind became active.
Lao Wu said: "Master, why didn't you write the words you just wrote on paper?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, it's hard to live in the mountains. Without pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I can only write randomly on the snow."
Old Wu nodded thoughtfully.
Later, Monkey expressed his gratitude to Fangzheng again and again, and said that his girlfriend was not feeling well recently, and it was difficult to travel on the snowy mountain road, so he did not come up to thank her in person. After waiting, he took Lao Wu down the mountain.
Halfway through, Old Wu slapped his head and shouted, "Oh, I forgot to ask about Han Xiaoguo."
The monkey laughed and scolded: "You really ask?"
Old Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Well, there is no way to talk about this outside, let's not get involved, but after seeing these words, I also made a profit!" Old Wu fiddled with the camera, and the camera was full of surprises. It is the "Diamond Sutra" written by Fang Zheng in Longfo script. Although it is only part of it, it is enough.
The two of them went down the mountain happily.
The mountain became clean again, and Fang Zheng had nothing to do, so he simply took the lone wolf and walked into the mountain with a wooden stick. As he walked, he looked for a large open space to practice the dragon and Buddha writings. This writing really has a kind of magic power. The more you take, the more comfortable you feel, just like smoking marijuana, it’s addictive! Fang Zheng swore that he had never been so obsessed with writing since he was a child!
The day passed in the blink of an eye, and the next day, an article signed "The Master Hidden in the Small Temple" was published in the newspaper of Songwu County, and it was accompanied by several texts from dragon and Buddha documents. From the moment Wu Changxi sent out the message, he waited with the editor and others, hoping that this time it would be a big splash.
However, they still overestimate the influence of newspapers. In this day and age, how many sales can a small newspaper in a county have? Even if there are sales, they are basically some internal orders, and then bought as decorations, waiting for emergency support when the toilet at the east end of the village runs out of paper.
Therefore, three consecutive days passed without any movement.
The editor-in-chief patted Wu Changxi on the shoulder and said nothing, but the meaning was very clear, this word is not good!
Wu Changxi quit his job, asked for leave directly, and went to the city with the photos. He didn't believe it anymore. Would such beautiful and majestic calligraphy have no selling point? At the same time, Wu Changxi posted many photos about Yizhi Temple on Weibo, including photos of Fang Zheng flying books in the snow, as well as the completed words. Moreover, many well-known calligraphy masters have been chosen.
result…
"Is this a movie?"
"The special effects are well done."
"The little monk acted very seriously."
"Please give me the name of the movie. You should still be able to watch it."
"A small production, right? I haven't seen any advertisements..."
When Wu Changxi saw this, he looked speechless and helpless, and replied: "This is a real thing, there is no synthesis. If there is any falsehood, the sky will strike like lightning! This temple is on Yizhi Mountain! Those who don't believe it, go there by yourself look!"
"Are you bragging?"
"Yizhi Mountain? What the hell is that place?"
"After searching, I found a small hill. Is there anyone on it?"
"Hype?"
…
Wu Changxi suddenly became angry: "Believe it or not, forget it!"
As for those calligraphy masters, I guess most people haven't read it. After all, Wu Changxi's influence is too small. Even if they have read it, they subconsciously think that it is a computer-generated thing.
Even Ouyang Huazai, a famous calligrapher in this city, replied unceremoniously: "Grandstanding! Using both hands and feet to write on the snow? It's misleading. This photo of yours is really a bastard! Be honest and write clearly on the paper!"
Wu Changxi was immediately furious and replied: "Mr. Ouyang, you don't have to believe it, you can seek verification, but you can't insult people!"
Ouyang Huazai replied: "Humph! Are you worthy?!"
Wu Changxi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
When he arrived in Heishan City, Wu Changxi went straight to the Calligraphy Association, and bumped into Ouyang Huazai who was drinking tea at the Calligraphy Association! Ouyang Huazai glanced at the photo in Wu Changxi's hand, then threw it away, saying disdainfully: "It's a trick to cheat!"
(End of chapter)