Song Ergou looked at the young one, then at the busy young people on the other side, shook his head and said: "It's a good thing, but our village may not need it. Your family has it, so I went to sweep the streets."
After saying that, Song Ergou was about to leave.
The young man didn't understand and asked quickly: "Fellow, what do you mean by this? How can we not use it? Has everyone bought the Spring Festival couplets? Don't worry, we do this for free, no money."
Song Ergou looked at the young man and said: "Young man, you haven't seen the news before, have you? We have a calligraphy master here, and we have made an appointment to go up to the mountain to write Spring Festival couplets today. So, you guys came here in vain today, what do you want me to say?
, it’s better to go back. I take it kindly.”
"Master of calligraphy? Here?" The young man was stunned.
Another young man behind him heard this, smiled, and came up to him and said, "Fellow, we are students who just had a vacation. Is what you said true or false?"
Song Ergou said: "That's no wonder. It's normal for you not to know. Well, people from your calligraphy association have come here to compete here before and lost."
"Really?" The two young men were not angry, but asked curiously.
"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I'll throw you away... Hey, seeing that you are all new faces, you must have been tricked. Those calligraphers in your county, hehe... you really have no shame to dare to come to our village." Song Ergou said
When he got here, he raised his head as if he was the one who won the game.
When the young people heard this, they all marveled. Is there really an expert hiding in the village?
Just as they were wondering, a car stopped, and then an old man got out. Song Ergou glanced at it, curled his lips, and left directly.
The person who came was none other than Sun Xianying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association. Behind him was a young girl with delicate features and an acquaintance, Ouyang Fenghua, the daughter of Ouyang Huazai.
Seeing Sun Changying, the young people immediately ran over and told Song Ergou what he said. One of the students, whose face was full of acne, smiled and said: "Mr. Sun, are there really masters in this village? How can someone from this remote country really be retained?
Live Master?"
When Sun Changying heard this, his eyes widened and he reprimanded: "Don't say such words again! Can you control where the master likes to live?"
"Um, Mr. Sun, is there really a master here?" the student with acne asked in surprise.
"Yes, he is still an amazing master! Okay, now that the villagers have made arrangements, collect all the things. If you have something to do, go back first. If you want to visit other villages, go to other villages.
Turn." Sun Changying said.
When everyone heard this, they immediately cheered. Although volunteers are good, who wants to be cold and freezing in this winter? Hurry and pack your things...
However, some shrewd people came up and asked, "Mr. Sun, what about you?"
"Of course we are going to see the master's calligraphy. You don't know, but the master's calligraphy... well, how should I put it? If I have to describe it, it is shocking! Seeing it once is not enough!" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Everyone was even more confused. Who was Ouyang Fenghua? The daughter of the famous calligrapher Ouyang Huazai, the master who even she praised so much, how good is her calligraphy? So everyone's curiosity was aroused.
At this moment, the sound of cars came, indeed it was a convoy of large cars and small cars, with no less than dozens of people!
As soon as these people got out of the car, the volunteers were stunned. All the famous and unknown calligraphers from Songwu County were here! What kind of fuss was going on? A group for playing games, or a group for sightseeing?
Sun Changying was also stunned, then turned around and said: "Why are you all here? Don't tell me that you still refused to admit defeat after what happened last time! If so, get out of here! No one is allowed to bother the master!"
"Hey, Mr. Sun, please don't say that. Last time we were the frog in the well and looked down upon others. This time we are here sincerely asking for words." A man with a Chinese character came forward and said with a wry smile.
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"Are you here to ask for words too?" Ouyang Fenghua was stunned and subconsciously shouted.
"Um... are you the same?" Everyone was stunned. Ouyang Fenghua's family has a great calligrapher, and he still comes to ask for calligraphy?
Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nodding, everyone suddenly became speechless...
Liu Shuqing is a member of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, but he is out of town all year round. This year he came back to celebrate the New Year and was asked by a friend to ask for calligraphy. At first, he was full of doubts and confusion. As for running into the mountains to ask for calligraphy? Is it possible that a young monk can still do it?
To write about Yan Zhenqing’s calligraphy? I always feel that it’s too much to make a mountain out of a molehill and cause too much speculation!
Although he saw Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Xianying, Liu Shuqing always believed that this was a planned hype, using these things to hype up a master and enhance the reputation of Songwu County. After all, he had seen this method more than once.
Once...
Therefore, Liu Shuqing didn't take it seriously when it came to going up the mountain to ask for words. It was worth joining in the fun and relaxing.
"If this is the case, then let's go together. Remember, when you go up the mountain, don't mess around like last time. Follow the rules, go up the mountain with the villagers, and join in the fun." Sun Changying said.
Everyone responded one after another...
When Sun Xianying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui thought he was here to kick the gym again. After listening to Sun Xianying's words, he felt relieved. So he organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers...
"Amitabha, donors, who are you?" Fang Zheng looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and stepped forward to greet him.
Fangzheng first won the calligrapher, and then the Laba porridge, and the Bodhisattva in the temple was also effective, and his prestige in the village was finally established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui also did ideological work with everyone, and now everyone is officially
We recognized Fang Zheng as the abbot. Everyone got used to it when Fang Zheng called everyone benefactors again.
Wang Yougui smiled and said: "Fang..." Wang Yougui got stuck again...
Wang Yougui also had a headache as to how to call Fangzheng. Calling him abbot or abbot originally didn't matter. However, everyone believed deep down that he should be called old monk, a young monk. It was awkward to call him that.
Calling him by the name of Founder? This is a Dharma name, and there is nothing wrong with calling him. The problem is that everyone feels that calling him by his name is disrespectful, especially when outsiders are around. It is very bad.
After thinking about it, Wang Yougui said: "Master Fangzheng, that..."
"Amitabha, donor, please don't call me Master. This poor monk can't bear it." What Fang Zheng said was true, and he answered vaguely when outsiders called him nonsense. However, the word "Master" is really not something that ordinary people can bear.
It can be afforded. The Yizhi Zen Master at that time once said that the master is too heavy and no one dares to bear it without that kind of practice.
I didn’t think it was a big deal to be upright in the past, but after reading some things about Buddhist etiquette recently, I have gained a lot of insights. How can I dare to let others call me master again?
Wang Yougui was distressed: "This is not good, that is not good, what should I call it?"
Fangzheng Xiaodao: "The donor can call the poor monk Master Fangzheng and regard the Dharma as his teacher, rather than the poor monk as his teacher."