MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 77 Nothing [for collection]

Seeing this, Song Ergou flashed a weird smile in his eyes, hehe said, "I'll give you a big meal in a while! Dare to find Founder's trouble? Huh ..."

An hour later, Ouyang Hualian's family, Jiang Songyun, and other members of the Heishan City Calligraphy Association finally climbed up Zhizhi Mountain. Although it had snowed before, some people had passed the road in front of it, but they walked a lot.

Even so, these patience and patience were tired enough, and when they came to the temple, they were breathless.

Jiang Songyun smiled bitterly: "I finally saw the temple, go in and rest your feet, exhausted."

As soon as he looked up, a large group of people were sitting at the door, and others lit the fire and roasted there.

"Dad, why are there so many beggars? These beggars don't find a place to warm themselves under the mountain, what are they doing at the door of the temple?" Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not small. Everyone heard the big cake face, all of them suddenly Red, sorry to speak.

The fat man laughed and laughed: "Little girl, this is not a beggar, this is a big calligrapher in Songwu County! Come to the mountain to inspire, take off your pants and write, it is sour."

Ouyang Fenghua looked at these people suspiciously, and then looked at the well-dressed clothes. Qiu Xuanang's Ouyang Huayang shook his head and said, "This is too far behind?"

She didn't know, when these people first arrived, which one was not well-dressed? A few of them are not necessarily worse than Ouyang Huayan in terms of temperament. After all, those who practice calligraphy will have their own temperament under the influence of pen and ink. It is just that, whoever changed, was chased by the wolf, and the temperament was gone, and everything was gone.

People rely on clothes and horses and saddles. They are out of good clothes and messy, and then they are taken away by the spirit of energy. They are like beggars.

However, some people were not taken care of by the lone wolf. For example, Father Sun Qiying, he always obeyed the temple's rules. Founder kept everyone quiet, so he took a few apprentices and did not speak loudly. Even after Founder left, he led his disciples in advance. Leaving the temple avoided the danger of being chased by wolves.

Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Yiying at a glance and came forward and said, "Lao Sun, what is this ... what the **** is this? How does this look like a fight?"

"Hey, it's a long story." Sun Yiying smiled bitterly, and he was really embarrassed to say that, shameful!

Dafan face also split the topic and said, "Brother Ouyang, you can come. Hurry up and teach that little monk, this monk, it's just ... it's nothing! We went into the temple to visit, and he put a dog to bite. This That ’s it. He said that he would n’t let us enter the temple for a good test. He would be outside the temple! Do you say that you are angry?

"Ren Qiao'an, what you said is true? This monk is not courteous to you, but he still puts a dog to bite someone? Sun Lao, what's the truth?" Ouyang Fenghua continued to ask questions, with anger in his eyes! He was down the mountain and was pitted by the villagers. These friends went up the mountain and ended up being pitted by monks! I just feel the anger in my stomach!

Ouyang Fenghua heard the words, covering her mouth, shocked, and then a little funny. Although she didn't think the young monk could win her father, she began to wonder about this wonderful monk.

Cui Jin wondered, too, this monk is too poor!

"What's the real thing! Don't tell me what you do? Run around in the temple, recite some shitless poems, and let the dogs be light. Let me say that it is true to give you a slap directly. Shouted the fat man.

Ouyang Huazhen turned to look around, and just saw Wu Changxi sitting next to the fat man.

Ouyang Huazhen ignored the fat man. This kind of stubborn person didn't want to deal with it, so as not to cause trouble. Ouyang Hua shouted: "Wu Changxi, the competition was invited by you. Why? This is scared and you can't compare it? Are you trying to make so many moths come back?"

Wu Changxi had long heard about Ouyang Huayu's encounter, and he spread his hand and said, "Ouyang Huayu, you don't want to spurt people. The game was arranged by me, and the master didn't know. It was good if people didn't refuse. You can only say that character determines fate. "

"I'm not telling you these things are useless. Are they better or worse?" Ouyang Huazhen really didn't want to continue to talk with Wu Changxi. The mountains were cold and windy. Many members of the calligraphy association had their pants broken. Otherwise, It was on fire, and it had been frozen for a long time. In the cold winds, the look of cricket is really as shameful as Hanako.

Wu Changxi said: "The master agreed to the test, but not in the temple. I'll go to the master to borrow two tables to come out and compare it to the outside."

"How can this work? This deadly cold day, the hands are almost frozen, it takes effort to get a pen, how to write?" Cried Ouyang Fenghua.

Wu Changxi said: "Then burn the fire."

After speaking, Wu Changxi pushed open the gate of the temple and went to find the founder.

"Chair? Table?" Fang Zheng looked at Wu Changxi for a moment.

Wu Changxi said, "Yeah, calligraphy competition, this is a must."

"No ..." Founder's head shook like a rattle. Jokes, he often used stones as benches, where were the chairs and tables for others.

Wu Changxi didn't believe it, and Founder asked him to find it. Wu Changxi turned around in the temple. It seemed that there was really no decent table except for the table provided by the Buddhist temple.

"Master, is there any other way?" Wu Changxi asked.

Founder shook his head and said, "No, you have seen it. My temple is very poor, not to mention the tables and chairs, even if it is pen and paper."

Wu Changxi said: "I have prepared pen and ink for the master, but without a table, this is troublesome."

Now talking, there was a loud noise outside.

Fang Zheng and Wu Changxi went out and saw that the village chief Wang Yougui, the secretary Tan Juguo, and the accountant Yang Ping came, and brought a group of villagers who were watching the lively. Among the villagers, Song Ergou, Yang Hua and others were lifting up the tables.

Upon meeting, Wang Yougui first met with Ouyang Huazhen, Jiang Songyun, and other people. These people are all literati in the city. It is a new thing to come to this remote and remote country. Thinking, if these literati can help to promote the next finger temple and one finger village, their village may be able to take advantage of development and development.

Although Ouyang Huazhen and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and urbanites, they did not behave too coldly in the face of Wang Yougui and others, and they were harmonious when they saluted each other.

At this time, Founder came out, Wang Yougui shouted, "Fang Xiao ... Fang host, I heard that you will have a calligraphy contest on the mountain. I know you don't have a table in the temple, and you specially made two tables. You can see if you can Use it? "