Chapter 1125 The slate ghost painting talisman falling from the sky
Fang Zheng said: "My teacher is going to publish a book and biography today. From now on, please call the poor monk Literary Zheng."
"Uh...Master, aren't we monks?" Squirrel asked.
"What's wrong with the monk? If a monk can't publish a book, he can't be a scholar? Just stay here and don't delay the poor monk from publishing a book." Fang Zheng waved his hand.
The squirrel said "oh" and prepared to leave.
As soon as he turned around, Fang Zheng suddenly thought of something. He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Jingkuan, come here and take a look at what the poor monk wrote. Can you understand it?"
Squirrel was astonished. He had been coming to Yizhi Temple for so long. If nothing else, he knew Chinese characters well. Not only him, but also Monkey and Xianyu were able to read and write without any problems. That is.
It's just ugly...
Squirrel said: "Master, what you wrote is not a heavenly book. Why can't I understand it?"
While talking, Squirrel looked down and then froze.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Do you understand?"
The squirrel rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then said to Fang Zheng: "Master, do you have a fever? What kind of glyphs are written on these? I can't recognize them at all! I've heard of impressionist painters who only painted themselves.
I understand. Are you the legendary Impressionist calligrapher?"
Fang Zheng burst out laughing when he heard this.
What he had just set was that Jingkuan couldn't understand it! He wanted to try whether his magical power would work, and if it worked, what effect would it have? As a result, he was extremely satisfied with the test.
Fangzheng made a thought and set the words below so that the squirrel could see them. Then he smiled slightly and said, "Look again."
The squirrel looked down. After looking for a while, he exclaimed: "Wow! Master, I understand! This... what's going on? Just now it was messy and looked like a ghost drawing. Why did it suddenly become so messy?
…It’s so beautiful!”
Squirrel always thought that Fang Zheng's calligraphy was beautiful, so he studied and practiced it diligently for three minutes, and then gave up because he was too tired. However, this did not stop him from liking Fang Zheng's calligraphy.
Fang Zheng said: "Try memorizing this line of characters."
The squirrel rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I have a photographic memory. What's so difficult about looking like this?" As he spoke, the squirrel glanced down, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth! Then...
"Tell me." 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 single word."
Fang Zheng looked at the pitiful appearance of the squirrel and laughed: "Look at it again and try to memorize it again."
The squirrel did not doubt that he was there, so he lowered his head and looked again, closing his eyes. He was surprised to find that that line of text was as clear as other things he had memorized before! Just open your mouth and come!
The squirrel exclaimed: "Master, my illness is cured!"
Fang Zheng laughed loudly and said: "Okay, let's go play, don't delay publishing a book for your teacher!"
"Master, how much can you write on this page? And, after you finish writing, who will you send it to? Let me tell you, when there is a big fight on the mountain, you carve it on the mountain! Whoever comes can read it, how convenient it is.
"The squirrel said casually and was ready to leave.
But when Fang Zheng heard it, it made sense! If it were written on paper, he wouldn't know who to send it to. But if it was engraved on the mountain, anyone could read it?
However, it is obviously unrealistic to carve it on the mountain. Although the mountain is big, it is also high! The distance is so far that people below cannot see clearly if the characters are small. If the characters are large, not many characters can be carved on one mountain.
However, Fang Zheng thought of a compromise, so Fang Zheng immediately found a set of carving tools and placed them in the yard, and then went back to the house to sleep. Seeing this scene, the squirrel looked puzzled. But he didn't care.
Just do what you have to do.
At night, after dinner, Fang Zheng took the carving equipment, called out to Red Boy, and asked Red Boy to fly him deep into the mountains.
Not long after, Red Boy came back carrying a huge stone tablet that looked like a mountain gate!
With a loud bang, it hit the Yi Zhi Mountain, an open space some distance away from the Yi Zhi Temple. At first, that was where the crew set up tents. When people left, it was just weeds, so there was nothing to feel bad about.
This huge stone slab is like a wall, giving people a majestic and shocking visual impact.
At the same time, Fang Zheng jumped down from his sadness, looked at the huge stone slab with satisfaction and said: "Jing Xin, go get another one, I'm afraid this one won't be enough!"
Hong Hai'er nodded. This ability to extract rocks from the earth and turn them into stone slabs was not difficult for him. Not long after, another big stone fell down, but it was a little crooked and not parallel. Hong Hai'er wanted to play with it again.
After a while, Fangzheng waved his hand to say it was okay.
Such a natural visit is actually more interesting.
Then, Fang Zheng made a mobile ladder out of cold bamboo, and then asked Xianyu to push it down, while he began to carve words on the stone slab. The words he carved were neither big nor small, and the people below, as long as they were not short-sighted, would definitely be able to read them.
of clarity.
Fang Zheng started out as a carver, but later he discovered that he was much stronger than before, and he could move vertically and horizontally on the stone slab by pressing the chisel! So he threw away other equipment and used the chisel as a pen.
, Buddha wrote quickly on the stone slab like splashing ink.
The salted fish below originally looked up, but when Fangzheng waved his hand, stone debris fell from the sky. When he looked up, his face was gray! The point is, without eyelids, he couldn't even close his eyes.
"Jingkuan, please help me, this thing is too gray." Xianyu shouted.
When the squirrel heard this, he nodded quickly, turned around and ran away.
After a while, Xianyu's eyes were covered with two pieces of black cloth...
Squirrel asked with a smile: "Junior brother, how are you doing?"
Xianyu: "Haha... you are afraid that you won't be able to kill Master."
In the end, the monkey took Xianyu's place and cooperated with Fang Zheng to carve on the two stone slabs all night long.
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Fang Zheng put down the chisel, jumped down, and took the monkey to ring the bell and drum. Then, he entered the backyard and fell asleep...
Fangzheng went to bed, but as the pilgrims went up the mountain, the Yizhi Temple was full. The pilgrims who could not enter the temple and could only wander around outside soon discovered these two conspicuous large stone slabs!
"What it is?"
"It looks like two huge stone screens!"
"No? It wasn't there yesterday. Why is it there today?"
"Yang Hua, have you seen him before?"
Yang Hua shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before. Let's go and have a look."
After saying that, Yang Hua and several curious pilgrims walked over, but when a few people came over to take a look, they were stunned.
"What is this? A heavenly book?"
"Ghost-drawing talisman, right?"
"Slates dropped from the sky, ghost-drawn talismans? This..."