The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Founder Dao: "The teacher is about to publish a book today, please call the poor monk literati right away."

"Uh ... Master, aren't we monks?" Asked the squirrel.

"The monk is dying? The monk can no longer publish a book, he can no longer be a literati? While staying, don't delay the poor monk from publishing a book."

The squirrel was ready to go with a bang.

As soon as he turned around, Fang Zheng suddenly thought of something, raised an eyebrow, and shouted, "Jingkuan, come here and look at what the poor monk wrote. You can't understand."

The squirrel was stunned, he has been in Yiji Temple for so long, without saying anything else, the Chinese characters he has known for a long time. Not only him, but also monkeys and salted fish can read and write without barriers. It's just writing the thief ...

The squirrel said, "Master, you are not writing heavenly books. What do I not understand?"

While talking, the squirrel looked down and held it.

Founder hehe laughed: "Do you understand?"

The squirrel rubbed his eyes, looked at it again, and then the other side was right: "Master, have you got a fever? What ghost paintings do you write? I don't know what it is! I've heard of Impressionist painters, only they paint Understand. Are you the legendary Impressionist calligrapher? "

Founder heard that and laughed.

What he just set is that the clear width does not understand! He wants to try his magical power in the end, if it works, what will happen! In the end, this test really made him very satisfied.

When the Founder thought about it, set the words below so that the squirrel could see it, then smiled slightly, and said, "You see it again."

The squirrel looked down, and after looking for a while, exclaimed: "Wow! Master, I understand! This ... what is going on? It was just messy and ghost-like, just how suddenly it became ... so beautiful! "

The squirrel always thought that the founder's words were good-looking. He also worked hard for three minutes, and then abandoned and was too tired. But this did not delay his fondness for the words.

Founder Road: "Remember this line of words and try."

The squirrel rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I haven't forgotten it. What's so difficult about this?" During the conversation, the squirrel glanced down, then closed both eyes and opened a small mouth! then……

"Say." Fang Zheng asked with a smile.

The squirrel opened his eyes and said bitterly, "Master, I seem to be sick, I don't remember a word."

Fang Zheng looked at the squirrel's pitiful appearance and laughed, "You look at it again, and try again."

The squirrel doubted him, looked down again and closed his eyes, but he was surprised to find that the line was as clear as anything else he had remembered before! Open your mouth!

The squirrel exclaimed, "Master, I'm sick!"

Founder laughed and laughed, "OK, go play, don't delay writing for the teacher!"

"Master, how much can you write on this page of paper? And, after you finish, who do you want to send it to? I want to say that the mountain is big, you carved it on the mountain! Whoever comes and who reads, how convenient. "As soon as the squirrel said, he was ready to leave.

But when Founder heard it, it made sense! If it was written on paper, he didn't know who to send the book to. But carved on the mountain, anyone can see it?

But carving on the mountain is obviously unrealistic. Although the mountain is large, it is also high! The distance is so far, the characters are too small to read clearly, the words are too big, and a mountain can not be carved.

However, Founder thought of a compromise, so Founder immediately found a set of carving tools and put it in the yard, and then went back to bed to sleep. Seeing this scene, the squirrel was watching somehow. But it doesn't matter what to do.

At night, after dinner, Founder took the sculpting equipment and greeted Red Baby, letting Red Baby take him to the depths of the mountains.

Before long, Red Baby came back with a huge stone monument like a mountain gate!

With a bang, he smashed into Yizhi Mountain, a piece of open space some distance away from Yizhi Temple. At that time, there was a place where the crew set up a tent. When people left, they were all weeds, and there was nothing to distress.

This huge slab is like a wall, giving a solemn and shocking visual impact.

At the same time, Founder jumped down from the stone monument and looked at the huge stone path with satisfaction: "Jingxin, go get another one, I'm afraid this one is not enough!"

The red baby nodded, and it was not difficult for him to extract the stone from the earth into a slab. It didn't take long for another big rock to fall, but it was crooked and not parallel. The red baby wanted to play with it again, but Founder waved his hand and said it was okay.

This natural placement is more interesting.

Next, Fang Zheng made a moving ladder with cold bamboo, then pushed the salted fish underneath, and he began to write on the slate. The characters he engraved are not small or small. The people below can certainly see clearly as long as they are not short-sighted.

Fang Zheng started to sculpt, but later he found that he had more strength than before and did n’t know how much. He could press the chisel to cross the stone directly and horizontally! So he threw out other equipment, used the chisel as a pen, the dragon and the phoenix danced, and the Buddha rushed to write on the slate.

The salted fish below was originally looked up, but as soon as Founder waved his hand, the sky's stone debris fell, and when he looked up, he looked gray! The point is, he does n’t want to close his eyes without eyelids.

"Jing Kuan, do me a favor, it's too gray," cried Xianyu.

When the squirrel nodded, he turned and ran away.

After a while, the eyes of the salted fish were covered with two black cloths ...

Squirrel asked with a smile: "Master, how?"

Salted fish: "Oh ... you are afraid you can't fall to death, Master."

In the end, the monkey replaced the salty fish, and in cooperation with the Founder, he engraved one night before and after the two slabs.

Seeing that it was about to dawn, Fang Zheng put down the chisel, jumped down, and took the monkey to ring the bell and drum. Then, after entering the backyard, he fell asleep ...

Fang went to sleep, but as the pilgrims went uphill and the full members of the Yizhi Temple, the pilgrims who could only walk around outside the temple could not find the two big stone slabs!

"What it is?"

"It seems like two huge stone screens!"

"No, it wasn't here yesterday. Why is it today?"

"Yang Hua, have you seen it before?"

Yang Hua shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before. Go and look over."

After speaking, Yang Hua and a few curious pilgrims walked over, but a few people gathered to take a look, and suddenly hesitated.

"What's this? Is it heavenly?"

"Ghost draw character?"

"A slate of heaven, a ghost symbol? This ..."