MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 78 Start [Search for collection]

Song Ergou followed, "This is already the largest, smoothest and cleanest table you can find."

Fang Zheng reluctantly said, "This, if a poor monk writes, he can do anything. This table is a good table ..."

"You think it's OK, whoever ... Do you think it's OK? Hurry up. No, I haven't changed it." Song Ergou called.

Ouyang Huayin didn't even look at Song Ergou, patted the table, and said to Yang Fing humanely: "Yes, a few people are working hard."

The table was properly prepared, and people from the village also came. The scene was even more lively, but some people were unhappy, that is, the calligraphy association. Because Song Ergou knows that these people are all from Ouyang Huayu, he immediately took the villagers, developed his hooligan style, and ridiculed. It ’s longer than this pair of pants than this one, and compared with that one ’s hair style, I mean I almost scolded a group of literary people.

Here, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Jiang Songyun and others set up the playing field, and Cai Fang and Jing Yan and others set up the cameras. A game was hurriedly held in the snow and ice.

Fang Zheng originally planned to help, but was rejected. In Jiang Songyun's words, they acted and everyone was assured.

Founder rolled his eyes, compared to calligraphy, he can cheat?

Founder was also happy and looked around.

As a result, a little girl came together, looked at the Founder curiously, and asked, "Do you really write?"

Founder looked at the little girl and nodded, "Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk cannot write."

"Uh ... then, you still compare calligraphy with my dad?" The little girl was Ouyang Fenghua, staring at Fangzheng dumbly.

Fang Zheng was surprised that the girl turned out to be the daughter of her opponent, but one yard after the other, he wasn't ashamed of Ouyang Fenghua, but just smiled indifferently: "The poor monk's words are too ugly, I'm so sorry to take I can write when I speak. "

Founder said this very calmly. He had seen the real Dragon and Buddha instruments. It was the calligraphy of the Buddha. That kind of grand feeling was just shocking! His character is not as good as a **** compared to Buddha.

Ouyang Fenghua saw that Founder said so frankly, and really believed it. He shook his head slightly and said, "You write so poorly, why are you so embarrassed about hype? Hey ... honestly, I don't like you. My dad is a famous calligrapher in the city Several times, the calligraphy competitions in the city have been number one! There are hundreds of students ... "

Ouyang Fenghua mumbled like a bean, and said many things about Ouyang Fenghua's powerful calligraphy, while Fang Zheng listened with a smile.

He doesn't know if he can win. Anyway, he will be happy, this winter is so boring! As for winning or losing? It is good to win, and to earn a reputation. It does n’t matter if you lose, he ’s a big calligrapher, and he ’s just an unknown little monk. Who would laugh at him? Even if it was a joke, Founder didn't know. Does the other party go to the temple door and scold him for failing?

Ouyang Fenghua said it was so cool. A calligrapher from the Heishan Writing Association came over and said, "Fenghua, stop telling him. A monk in a small temple can understand what calligraphy is? If he wins, I will The table ate! "

Fang Zheng glanced at the man. The man was not tall, about one meter seven, and looked average, but he had a sense of pride. This arrogance is not only directed at the Founder, even when watching the Songwu County Writers Association. Obviously he did not look down on people in a small place at all, this is a proud and ridiculous master.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said nothing, but he remembered what the man said.

Ouyang Fenghua laughed: "Liang Yukuan, you said this, but don't regret it then."

"Manly husband, you can do it!" Liang Yukuan said confidently, and then the other side was right: "Little monk, if I were you, I would close the door and not participate in this game. Although there is a bad reputation for escaping, Lost. "

Mud Bodhisattva still has three points of fire, not to mention being a young man with a strong temperament? Founder smiled slightly: "No need to worry about the donor, the donor should prepare some Jianweixiaoshi tablets."

"I have a good stomach, what should I do with that?" Liang Yukuan asked without asking.

Founder smiled without saying a word, but Ouyang Fenghua laughed and pulled Liang Yukuan away.

Soon, the preparation for the competition was over. As the president of the Heishan Calligraphy Association, Jiang Songyun was naturally qualified to be a referee. Sun Yiying, as an old man and the president of Songwu County's Calligraphy Association, is also qualified to be a referee.

As for the others, they all look lively.

For such a referee system, Fang is indifferent. Although the fat man has objections, it is useless. There is a specialty in surgery, and no one else can be a referee.

During the conversation, both Founder and Ouyang Huazhen were taken to the table. Sure enough, Xuan paper had been spread out on the table, and the pen and ink paper had been placed.

On the side of Ouyang Huayin, Cui Jin is responsible for grinding the ink. Ouyang Huayin stands proudly with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, as if there is no one in his eyes but himself.

After seeing this scene, many people nodded secretly, saying: "It is indeed a master of calligraphy in the city. Every move, this kind of character, is really extraordinary. It's quite a bit, it feels extremely cold."

"We ca n’t say this from the heights. After all, there are better masters than Mr. Ouyang wrote. But here, no one else can be right, it is true."

"Hey, I just want to know, after seeing Mr. Ouyang's words, did the young monk have the courage to continue to write down."

"It is estimated that Mr. Ouyang will give up, and he will have to give in."

...

Everyone said that they were muttering. Actually, the sound was not small. Both Founder and Ouyang Huazhen listened clearly. It stands to reason that writing calligraphy is taboo and noisy. But Jiang Songyun, the referee, didn't mean to stop, but looked indifferent, as if he didn't hear it. Sun Qinying frowned, saying nothing at all, but ended up saying nothing.

Founder didn't understand calligraphy. When he saw this scene, his heart was slightly cold: "A small calligraphy competition, these people can't be treated fairly. In such a state of mind, only a master can be a ghost. No wonder Huaxia has no master, and his heart is sick It ’s really sick! "

However, Founder is not affected. There is no gain or loss. Naturally there is no pressure. Standing quietly, waiting quietly for the test to begin.

Fang Zheng has a moon-white monk's clothing, which can amplify his good mentality and temperament. His heart is quiet. The temperament emanating from the whole person is also completely different from Ouyang Huazhen!

Ouyang Huayin is full of edgyness, while Founder is Zhongzheng's peace. Anyone who sees him will be subconscious and peaceful, with a kind of comfort and calmness from the heart.