When Song Ergou saw this, a strange smile flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I will give you a feast later! Dare to cause trouble for Fang Zheng? Hum..."
An hour later, Ouyang Huazai's family, Jiang Songyun and other people from the Heishan City Calligraphy Association finally climbed up to Yizhi Mountain. Although it had snowed before, someone drove by in front of them, so it was much easier.
Even so, these pampered people were exhausted and were even out of breath when they came to the temple.
Jiang Songyun smiled bitterly and said: "Finally I saw the temple. Come in and have a rest. I'm exhausted."
When I looked up, I saw a large group of people sitting at the door, and some people had lit a fire and were warming themselves there.
"Dad, why are there so many beggars? If these beggars are not looking for a place to keep warm at the foot of the mountain, what are they doing at the gate of the temple?" Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not quiet either. Big Pie Face and others heard it, and all of them suddenly became old faces. She turned red and was embarrassed to speak.
The fat man laughed loudly and said: "Little girl, these are not beggars, these are great calligraphers from Songwu County! When you come to the mountain to get inspired, take off your pants and write, it's so refreshing."
Ouyang Fenghua looked at these people suspiciously, and then looked at Ouyang Huazai, who was well-dressed and arrogant, shaking his head and said, "Isn't this too far off?"
But she didn't know that any of these people were not well-dressed when they first arrived. Several of them are not necessarily worse in temperament than Ouyang Huazai. After all, those who practice calligraphy will develop their own temperament under the influence of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. However, no matter who it was, he would be chased by a wolf, and in such a state of embarrassment, his temperament would be gone.
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Without good clothes, he is in a mess, and his energy and spirit are taken away. He is ashamed of himself and looks like a beggar.
However, there are also people who are not taken care of by the lone wolf, such as Mr. Sun Changying. He has always abided by the rules of the temple. Fang Zheng asked everyone to be quiet, so he took a few disciples and stopped talking loudly. Even after Fang Zheng left, he led his disciples in advance After leaving the temple, I avoided the danger of being chased by wolves.
Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Xianying at a glance and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Sun, what... is going on? Why does it look like we just had a fight?"
"Hey, it's a long story." Sun Changying smiled bitterly. He was really embarrassed to say this, it was so embarrassing!
The big-faced man also changed the subject and said: "Brother Ouyang, you're here. Hurry up and teach that little monk a lesson. This monk is simply... such a bastard! When we visited the temple, he even let dogs bite people. This is also That’s it, we agreed to have a competition, but he actually didn’t let us enter the temple to compete. The competition was just outside the temple! Do you think it’s irritating or not?”
"Ren Qiao'an, are you telling the truth? This monk is not treating you politely, and he even lets his dog bite people? Mr. Sun, are you serious about this?" Ouyang Fenghua asked continuously, with anger burning in his eyes! He was at the bottom of the mountain and was tricked by the villagers. These friends went up the mountain and were tricked by the monk! I just feel so angry and furious!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, he covered his mouth with a look of shock, and then became a little funny. Although she didn't think the little monk could win against her father, she began to be curious about this strange monk.
Cui Jin was also puzzled. This monk was too unqualified!
"What are you serious about? Why don't you talk about what you did? You go to other people's temples to yell and recite some nonsense poems. It's easy for people to let their dogs loose. If you ask me, it would be more serious if you just give each of you a slap in the face. !" The fat man shouted.
Ouyang Huazai turned around and happened to see Wu Changxi sitting next to the fat man.
Ouyang Huazai also ignored the fat man. He didn't want to pay attention to this person who was a bit of a ruffian, so as not to cause trouble. Ouyang Huazai said: "Wu Changxi, you invited me to compete. What's wrong? Are you scared and don't dare to compete? Are you trying to make me quit by making so many mistakes?"
Wu Changxi had long heard about Ouyang Huazai's experience, and spread his hands and said: "Ouyang Huazai, don't slander anyone. I arranged the competition, and the master didn't know about it. It's good that they didn't refuse. As for those you met. Well, it can only be said that character determines destiny."
"If I don't tell you these useless things, should I compare or not?" Ouyang Huazai really didn't want to continue talking to Wu Changxi. The cold wind on the mountain was so cold that many members of the calligraphy association had their pants bitten. If it weren't for It would have been frozen long ago if it was set on fire. They were shivering in the cold wind, looking really like beggars, which was embarrassing.
Wu Changxi said: "Master agreed to compete, but it cannot be in the temple. I will go to the master to borrow two tables. Let's compete outside."
"How can this be done? It's such a cold weather. My hands are almost frozen. It's hard to hold a pen. How can I write?" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Wu Changxi said: "Then let's warm ourselves up by the fire."
After saying that, Wu Changxi opened the temple door and went to find Fang Zheng.
"Chair? Table?" Fang Zheng looked at Wu Changxi in shock.
Wu Changxi said: "Yes, the calligraphy competition is a must."
"No..." Fang Zheng shook his head like a rattle. It was a joke. He himself often used stones as benches. Where did he get the chairs and tables for others to use.
Wu Changxi didn't believe it, so Fang Zheng asked him to find it himself. Wu Changxi walked around the temple, and it seemed that except for the altar table in the Buddhist hall, there really wasn't a decent table, and he suddenly felt miserable.
"Master, is there no other way?" Wu Changxi asked.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "No, you have also seen that my temple is very poor. Not to mention tables and chairs, even pens, inks, papers and inkstones are gone."
Wu Changxi said: "I have prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Master, but there is no table, which is troublesome."
While he was talking, there was a noise outside.
Fang Zheng and Wu Changxi went out to take a look and saw the village chief Wang Yougui, secretary Tan Juguo, accountant Yang Ping, and a group of villagers watching the excitement. Among the villagers, Song Ergou, Yang Hua and others were bringing tables one by one.
When they met, Wang Yougui first greeted Ouyang Huazai, Jiang Songyun and others. These people were all literati in the city. It was a novelty to come to this remote place. I thought, if these literati could help promote the Nizhi Temple and Yizhi Village, their villages might be able to leverage on their development.
Although Ouyang Huazai and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and from the city, they did not act too coldly when facing Wang Yougui and others. They greeted each other in a harmonious manner.
At this time Fangzheng came out, and Wang Yougui shouted: "Fang Xiao... Master Fang, I heard that there is a calligraphy competition on your mountain. I know that there are no tables in your temple, so I brought two tables here. See if they work. No?"
(End of chapter)