Chapter 59 The girl copying scriptures in front of the Buddha
white.
Snow white.
Spotless white.
White walls, white floors, and a rice-white bamboo table more than one meter long.
Under the corner of the bamboo table, a copper incense burner quietly exhaled delicate cigarette smoke.
I could vaguely hear the clear chanting of "The Great Compassion Mantra", and a woman dressed in white entered the scene silently, sitting in front of the case with a quiet look on her face.
At the same moment, the old monk Xuanmiao in coffee-colored Zen clothes also sat tremblingly in front of his desk.
"Hello, little friend Honghuang..."
The old monk smiled gently and said, "Good evening to all the donors in the live broadcast room."
Fans in the live broadcast room all know that the old monk has bad eyesight, and no one interacts with him by posting comments or anything like that.
After the old monk said hello, he spread out his scriptures, knocked on the wooden fish and started chanting scriptures as usual.
Everyone's attention was focused on Ye Wan.
Haha, I want to see how a small Internet celebrity who relies on his reputation to gain popularity by riding on the popularity of Buddha and old monks.
Whenever you dare to speak, I will immediately spit out more than a thousand words to let you know what it means to disrespect the Buddha.
However, netizens were disappointed!
Ye Wan had not said a word since the old monk Xuanmiao started to say hello.
He bowed to the old monk with both hands clasped together.
Then, he took out a piece of rice paper from under the table, laid it out from side to side, and pressed it down meticulously with a paperweight.
White case, white paper, white clothes, white arms.
Against all the snow-white, the beautiful woman has hair like ink and skin like snow.
The lips without lipstick were a faint blush, which complemented the cinnabar moles under the corners of the eyes.
The whole person becomes more and more beautiful.
The charming woman looked pious and her actions were even more serious.
With an inkstone and two drops of water, Ye Wan gently raised his arm to rub the ink.
Then, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper stroke by stroke.
The angle of the mobile phone is the same as that of the old monk Xuanmiao.
At a glance, the two live broadcast rooms are harmonious, as if the same place is divided into two. On one side sits an old monk chanting sutras softly, and on the other side sits a girl in white copying silently.
The entire land seemed to be on silent mode.
Only the old monk's reciting voice and the faint chanting of the "Great Compassion Mantra" could be heard.
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Die-hard fans: "You know Sister Wan can do anything! Amitabha, so good, so good!"
Fans: "The girl copying scriptures in front of the Buddha??? This anchor is amazing!"
Fans who were ready to write a thousand-word essay to criticize: "Where...where do you start to criticize? The angle is so tricky, I didn't know how to say it better for a while."
Scolding her for disrespecting Buddha?
But they put on the posture of burning incense and bathing after fasting for 99 days, so I couldn’t even curse!
Scolding her for disrespecting the old monk?
But he put his hands together and bowed, and although he didn't make a sound, his whole body was filled with holy light. How could he curse?
Or, scold her for putting green onions in a pig's nose and showing off?
It seems...that doesn't work either.
Look at that person's posture with the back straight, arms outstretched and elbows bent, this is what most calligraphers do.
Otherwise, wait a little longer?
Maybe I'll finish writing it in a while, and those words with claws and teeth are so ugly that I can spray them from an angle.
Conversations in the anti-fan group went viral.
In the live broadcast room, the old monk and Ye Wan went their own way, calm and steady, as stable as Mount Tai.
An hour later, the old monk finished his chanting.
Ye Wan put down the pen.
"I wonder what little friend Honghuang wrote?"
The old monk Xuanmiao asked with a smile.
The 100 million fans watching online in the live broadcast room all looked at Ye Wan.
"Let everyone laugh!"
Ye Wan nodded, moved the paperweight and picked up a piece of rice paper that was more than one meter long. He folded his hands and turned the rice paper over to show it to everyone.
The black text on the white paper looks particularly clear against the snow-white background.