When we arrived in Lin'an, it was raining lightly. Under the drizzle, Lin'an was full of ancient charm.
Wang Liangyu was not in a hurry. He bought an oil-paper umbrella and strolled through the streets of Lin'an, admiring this paradise on earth like an admiring tourist.
Before I knew it, I came to the West Lake.
The vast West Lake is hazy with mist and rain, and in the distance are the mountains. The mountains and rivers are harmonious, as if you are in a landscape painting.
"It's so beautiful!" Wang Liangyu admired sincerely, and then said firmly, "Such a beautiful scenery should not be subjected to any abuse!"
After roaming for half a day and eating something casually, Wang Liangyu headed towards Lingyin Temple.
Lingyin Temple is very famous, and there were actually pilgrims along the way, some carrying sedan chairs.
Because the Guanyin Hall of Lingyin Temple has a reputation for begging for children, many women go to the mountain to beg for children.
Wang Liangyu listened to the discussions of the pilgrims and walked slowly and slowly. While admiring the beautiful scenery of Lingyin Temple, he was thinking about how to talk to Rusong later.
Even if the old monk Xuyun personally said it, Wang Liangyu would not dare to be presumptuous and would still have to be gentle.
While thinking, Wang Liangyu had already stepped onto the mountain gate.
At the mountain gate, a welcoming monk stood there, nodding and greeting everyone who came in, but not moving a step, as if waiting for someone.
Until Wang Liangyu appeared, the welcoming monk immediately stepped forward.
"Amitabha!" The welcoming monk chanted the Buddha's name and invited, "The young monk has seen the donor, and the host knows that the donor is coming. I have specially ordered the young monk to wait here!"
Wang Liangyu was startled when he heard this, and was deeply surprised: "How did you host know that I was coming?"
A prophet of uncertainty? Wang Liangyu secretly raised his mind and couldn't help but become vigilant.
The welcoming monk shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know, little monk!"
"Then how did you know it was me?" Wang Liangyu thought for a while and asked again.
This welcoming monk obviously didn't recognize me, but he came to find me as soon as I appeared. It was really miraculous.
"The host asked the young monk to come to the mountain gate to welcome guests, but he never told the young monk who he was. He just told him that he would know when the time comes." The welcoming monk did not hide anything and explained seriously, "The young monk has been waiting here for half a day and has met the donor for the first time.
At one glance, you can tell that the donor is the person that the young monk is waiting for!"
Wang Liangyu was even more surprised when he heard this. He looked up and down at the welcoming monk, and then looked down at himself: "Why?"
The welcoming monk simply shook his head and said bluntly: "I don't know." After a pause, he looked back at Wang Liangyu and said, "This is probably the fate that the Buddha said!"
Passing through the Tianwang Hall, the Main Hall, and the Medicine Master Hall, Wang Liangyu followed the welcoming monks straight to the deepest part of the temple.
A simple and exquisite courtyard, this is the pine-like Zen courtyard.
The welcoming monk pointed to a Zen room in the middle and said to Wang Liangyu: "Donor, the abbot is waiting for you inside!" Then he dropped another word and turned to leave, "Amitabha, young monk, please leave!"
Wang Liangyu stood outside the courtyard gate for a long time, and finally stepped into the courtyard gate and walked in.
Knock lightly on the door.
"Come in!" A deep voice came from the house.
Wang Liangyu opened the door and saw a monk sitting on the bed, writing on the small Kang table.
Rusong was dressed in a yellow robe, fine silk, and his hair was shaved to shine. He turned to look at Wang Liangyu, motioned for him to come closer, and said: "He is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among men!"
Wang Liangyu raised his hands in thanks and said thoughtfully, "I have received the teaching from Elder Xuyun, so I came here to pay homage to Elder Rusong!"
"Can you write?" Rusong licked the pen and asked the question without answering.
Wang Liangyu was a little embarrassed and shook his head: "I have never learned."
Wang Liangyu's hard-pen calligraphy is not pretty, and he has never learned calligraphy at all. It would be a bit difficult for him to write calligraphy with calligraphy.
Rusong was stunned, this answer was a bit unexpected.
After a pause, Rusong laughed and handed over the pen: "Try it!"
Wang Liangyu took the pen and leaned her upper body in front of the small kang table. She saw elegant small regular script written on the yellow fur-edged paper, but the bamboo brush in her hand seemed to be extremely heavy and could not be lifted at all.
"Elder Rusong, I really can't write!" Wang Liangyu raised his head and looked at Rusong, like a helpless cry, but also like a humble warning, "If I spoil your handwriting, it will be my fault!"<
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Rusong waved his hand with a bright smile: "It doesn't matter, just write whatever you want!"
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Wang Liangyu could only do as he was told. He held up the pen tremblingly and wrote a thick and deep stroke on the paper.
One stroke that is out of place ruins the entire calligraphy.
Wang Liangyu picked up the pen again and looked up at Rusong, feeling a little relieved in his guilt, as if saying: "Look, I told you, I can't write it!"
The smile on Rusong's face did not diminish. He crumpled the paper, took out another piece of paper from under the kang table, and laid it out again.
Wang Liangyu didn't understand why Rusong kept asking herself to write?
Are words just like people? Do you want to see your own character through writing?
Wang Liangyu thought for a while, then shook his head and rejected his guess.
Cai Jing's name has been infamy for thousands of years, but his calligraphy is admired all over the country for his beautiful brushwork, bold and vigorous style, joy and calmness, and unique style.
It can be seen from this that it is completely nonsense to say that words are like people.
So, what exactly does Ru Song want to do?
Wang Liangyu was puzzled, but couldn't refuse, so he could only write it down one by one.
At first, Wang Liangyu's writing had no brushwork at all. It was a deformed piece of strokes, which was awkward and devoid of beauty.
But gradually, Wang Liangyu seemed to have grasped the trick. The pen in his hand became like a sword, and each stroke was like a sword move. Although the silver hook and iron painting still couldn't see the beauty of calligraphy, every word was like a sword.
The sword is powerful and possesses a certain character.
"Not bad! Not bad!" Picking up a piece of paper that Wang Liangyu had written, Rusong began to look at it carefully, his face full of joy, "I didn't expect that the donor was so enlightened that he actually integrated swordsmanship into calligraphy. Lao Na looked at it,
It's like watching a sword dance, the sword power is magical, the sword energy soars into the sky, and the sword intention is proud!"
Wang Liangyu stopped writing and looked up at Rusong with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Rusong asked in surprise when he saw this.
"Elder Rusong doesn't know something. You are the first person in so many years to say that I have a high level of understanding!" Wang Liangyu coughed lightly and said slowly, with a particularly complicated mood.
Rusong was stunned for a while, laughed loudly, looked at Wang Liangyu and said: "The donor is in trouble!" After a pause, he added, "Some people are good at martial arts, and some are good at reading, but if you are good at letting
If those who practice martial arts go to study and those who are good at reading practice martial arts, they will gain nothing, but can you say that they have no understanding?"
Wang Liangyu was stunned and seemed to have some realization. After a moment, he bowed respectfully to Rusong: "Thank you, elder, for your enlightenment!"
Rusong chuckled, looked Wang Liangyu up and down, and said: "The donor has great perseverance, great wisdom, great opportunities, and great luck, so why should I comment?" After a pause, he continued, "I know why the donor is here.
You can go and study."
"Thank you, elder!" Wang Liangyu bowed to express his thanks.