MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 85 It's all gone, share the loot! [Seeking collection]

Jiang Songyun continued: "Ouyang Huaying's words are like strong winds and magnificent grass. When writing, he has a strong wind-like mood and also has a masterly style. So I think that this time the game is a draw!"

As soon as this word came out, the audience was uproar again!

None of the fools were present. The laymen were villagers, but the calligraphers were not laymen! Founder's and Ouyang Fenghua's words will be known by comparison. Obviously, Founder's words are better!

But if you look at Ouyang Huayu, everyone understands that this is Jiang Songyun's saving face for Ouyang Huayu, otherwise this time Ouyang Huayu lost to a little-known monk, and his face was lost.

But Wu Changxi quit: "Jiang Songyun, where did your face say that? Ouyang Huaying, how can you say it was a draw?"

Jiang Songyun frowned: "Wu Changxi, what else do you want to do? Don't you just ask for a name? A draw with Ouyang Huazhen, are you still not satisfied?"

"Satisfied? I am! I feel ashamed of you!" Wu Changxi said.

Jiang Songyun's old face was iron and blue, and he was about to get angry.

But listening to Ouyang Fenghua said: "Dad, your character is really not as good as a little monk?"

Ouyang Huazhen looked at Fangzheng, Fangzheng smiled, and folded his hands, "Amitabha."

"This is a real master, my words are not as good as him." After that, Ou Yanghua's tight face, which suddenly melted, said: "I have always been pretentious, and today I know that I am only a frog at the bottom of the well! Master's I have n’t seen the typeface, but the artistic conception in this word has only been seen by the older generation of masters. Today I lost, I am convinced to lose! Master, I apologize to you for your rudeness before, go back I will post a separate Weibo post to officially apologize to you. "

Ouyang Fenghua said in amazement: "Oh my god, did you lose?" Then he looked at Fangzheng and said inconceivably: "Little ... Master, did you start writing from your mother's womb? Also, didn't you say that you Do n’t you call calligraphy? Do n’t you say that you do n’t use writing brushes? You lie to me! Do n’t you say that monks ca n’t lie? ”

Fang Zheng smiled helplessly and said, "The donor, the poor monk is indeed the first time to use a brush, as for the word? What about the poor monk, the poor monk does not know. But the poor monk has seen the real good character, the poor monk's word Compared to that, it's eighteen thousand miles away! So how can a poor monk say he can call calligraphy? "

Ouyang Fenghua didn't speak, but Ouyang Huazhen exclaimed, "Master has seen better words?"

Founder nodded: "Monks don't slang."

Ouyang Huazhen asked, "The character that the master has seen is the typeface written by the master? What is the name of the typeface? Is there any good luck with that character?"

Founder smiled bitterly. He doesn't even know where to go! How can I show it to Ouyang Huazhen?

So Founder shook his head and said, "This name is called the Dragon Buddha Document, but it is the text created by my Buddha when he saw the dragon rise into the sky. The poor monk has only one side and the donor is afraid to be disappointed."

Ouyang Fenghua asked in disbelief: "Little Master, how is this possible? Since you have seen that word, you should keep it, right? How could it be one-sidedness?"

"What little master? Call a master!" Ouyang Huaxun reprimanded.

Ouyang Fenghua said with a small mouth, "Is he a little ... a master ..."

"How can you use age to size first?" Ouyang Hua reprimanded and scolded.

Ouyang Fenghua shouted unwillingly: "Master ..."

Founder smiled slightly and returned the gift. As for Ouyang Fenghua's problem, he just shook his head and said nothing. He didn't want to lie, lest he be hacked.

Ouyang Huayi heard the disappointment, saluting, "Since the master refused to say it, I would not force it." After speaking, looking at Jiang Songyun with a strong expression on his face, he smiled bitterly: "I just wanted to say Yes, let me lose. But Brother Jiang ... hey. "

After speaking, Ouyang Huachen took out a bank card and handed it to Jiang Songyun: "This is the majority of my savings, one million is available. The password is 959542"

After speaking, Ouyang Huayi took Ouyang Fenghua and Cui Jin's hands and went down the mountain.

Ouyang Huazhen went away, and everyone knew that the farce was over.

Song Ergou said in a weird and eccentric manner: "The Lord has conceded. Old man, don't you admit it?"

Jiang Songyun snorted and threw the bank card to Wu Changxi, saying, "You won! Satisfied this time! Can't you give someone some room?"

After that, Jiang Songyun strode away.

As a result, Jiang Songyun scolded: "Who TM deflated my tire?! ..."

Seeing this from other calligraphy associations, they followed. Especially the members of the Calligraphy Association of Songwu County, who could not bear the cold for a long time, hurried down the mountain.

"Ahhh! What did you do before? I never thought I could leave room for the master? If you lose, you have to have room, cut, what the hell!" The fat man looked at Jiang Songyun's back and scolded.

"Master, are you lucky enough to learn this Dragon Buddha document?" At this time, Sun Qianying came to Fang Zhengfa and asked a little embarrassedly.

"Well, senior Sun, you are being too polite to say this? I just didn't know who helped Jiang Songyun tout Ouyang Huayu there, and also deliberately played a black whistle." The fat man mocked.

Sun Qianying blushed and bowed to the founder: "I was wrong just now. Please ask the master not to blame."

Fang Zheng also said, "The old man is polite, but the poor monk is not good at teaching, how can he teach people? Do n’t ask the donor to make it difficult for the poor monk." But in his heart, he said: the food on the mountain is a bit nervous to eat by yourself, you run again Isn't it to starve to death? What's more, the Sajia family is vengeful!

Sun Qiying's resignation left reluctantly, but he was a little unwilling.

These people have gone down the mountain, and Wang Yougui, the village head, naturally followed the mountain to take care of them. Although these people are not embarrassed, can the village be famous or not, they have to be counted on.

The other villagers just looked at each other and praised them one after another, and then they dispersed.

After these people had dispersed, the fat man, the monkey, and Wu Changxi immediately gathered up and laughed, "Master, congratulations!"

Founder smiled bitterly: "Several donors, why is there such a thing? Don't have this game again in the future."

This is what Fang Zheng said in his heart. After these people came, the temple's roaring chicken flying dog jumped, which was really tiring. Moreover, he is really not good at dealing with people. When there are more people, he is a little hesitant.

Wu Changxi also rushed the ducks on the shelves this time. He didn't say hello to the founder before and after the incident, but he was relieved to see that the founder was not angry. Repeatedly guarantee that there will never be a second time in the future!

After finishing, Wu Changxi said; "Master, there is still a bet for this game, we won a million bets. But the master is the main force, so we want to divide ..."