"Is this a dream?" Fang Zheng asked in his mind, but the system didn't reply, so he couldn't be sure. He had a feeling that he seemed to have learned something, but also seemed to have learned nothing. This feeling was very mysterious and could not be explained.
"Woo..." Lone Wolf cried out worriedly when he saw Fang Zheng woke up.
Fang Zheng waved his hand and said: "It's okay, don't worry, that's it, it's getting late, go to sleep."
After saying that, Fang Zheng turned over and continued to sleep.
That night, it snowed heavily, the first snow since the beginning of winter...
The sky was slightly bright, Fangzheng stretched and sat up, feeling refreshed and extremely comfortable all over!
After walking out, a gust of cold wind blew in my face, mixed with the smell of snowflakes, fresh and refreshing, very refreshing!
Squinting my eyes, I looked into the yard. The whole yard was wrapped in white snowflakes. The feeling of winter entering overnight was very novel. There were tree hangings hanging on the trees and thick snow piled on the roofs.
The crunching sound in the yard sounds particularly comfortable.
But soon, Fang Zheng became worried. It was definitely not possible to pile up snow in the yard. It would be difficult for people to walk, so it had to be swept clean. So Fang Zheng found a big, worn-out broom and started working, while the lone wolf used his nose to clean it.
The ground arched back and forth, dragging out long traces of snow. In the end, he only got out a little bit of snow on the tip of his nose. But this can still be regarded as work...
Fang Zheng couldn't bear to see it like that, so he tied a wooden board to his chest. In this way, as soon as the lone wolf left, he could move around and shovel the snow, which greatly increased his efficiency...
Lone Wolf cast a sad look at Fang Zheng. He was really just playing in the snow. Is he squeezing the labor force like this?
Fang Zheng didn't care about him. He simply cleared a path in and out of the Zen room to the bathroom and kitchen, and quickly started cooking.
Eating and clearing the snow became his main tasks today. After working for more than an hour, he piled up the snow in the backyard. He became more playful and made a big snowman out of the snow pile, and made two pieces of dirt on it.
eyes, insert wooden sticks, and a big snowman two meters high appears.
A path has been cleared out of the front yard, and the remaining square is reserved for use.
After tidying up the Buddhist hall, Fang Zheng took some time off again, flexed his fingers and said with a smile, "It is said that the Dragon Buddha's writings can suppress the heavens. I don't know what kind of words I will write now."
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he took a wooden stick, stood in front of the snow, took a deep breath, used the wooden stick as a pen and the earth as paper, and started writing!
Holding his breath and concentrating, Fang Zheng instantly entered a state of selflessness. He held the wooden stick and hesitated to write, as if he was brewing something...
"This is the Yizhi Temple? Monkey, are you sure you didn't lie to me? This is really going to kill me!" A middle-aged man climbed up the mountain panting and sat down on the ground, unable to get up.
The monkey next to him was also tired and sweating profusely. He smiled bitterly and said, "I lied to you? What's the benefit of lying to you? I can tell you that when I see the master later, please calm down. He saved my life. You
If you're disrespectful, don't blame me for giving you a slap in the face."
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. I'm here for the news. Monkey, do you think the rumors are true? Then Han Xiaoguo really surrendered under the persuasion of the monk here? Is this monk better than the police?
"The middle-aged man said.
The monkey said: "Humph, Old Wu, this means you know me. If others ask me, I will definitely not tell you. Others don't believe it, but I believe it! Fatty believes it too!"
"Okay, you'll know when you see me later. Let's go..." Old Wu got up and walked towards the temple with Monkey.
The road outside the temple was not swept by Fangzheng. It was okay if it didn't snow on the mountain. Once it snowed, it would be heavy snow. The snow was very thick. When the two of them stepped down, their calves were buried. They had to move to the temple step by step.
At the door, the two of them were almost exhausted from exhaustion.
Fortunately, the snow at the door was swept away by Fang Zheng. The two of them pulled out their legs from the snow shell and landed on the flat ground. At that moment, they felt as if they were about to fly! It was relaxing and refreshing!
"Don't tell me, although this temple is not big, it has a unique charm when it is located on this lonely mountain. Every plant and tree is very organized, as if it is integrated into nature, which is really good." Lao Wu is a professional photojournalist.
, but he is better at aesthetics than monkeys and others. He can see the extraordinary features of the temple at a glance.
The monkey was confused, but one thing he was sure of was that the temple looked really comfortable, and it didn't look like an artificial building at all.
The temple door was open, and as soon as the two entered the door, they saw Fang Zheng standing in the snow shell holding a wooden stick.
When Old Wu was about to speak, the monkey immediately covered Old Wu's mouth to silence him. The monkey had always thought that Fang Zheng was a hidden master of the world, with unparalleled martial arts skills and incomparable mystery. Now that Fang Zheng was in trance, he instinctively thought that he was going to
Something big is happening.
Old Wu is also a person who has seen the world. When he saw Fang Zheng standing there like a statue, with the wooden stick in his hand like a pen, he immediately understood what he was talking about. He took out his camera and took a close-up of Fang Zheng!
In the close-up, Fang Zheng is dressed in white clothes. He is floating, free and easy, with a dusty temperament. And Fang Zheng's focused eyes touch the heartstrings of Lao Wu. He can't help but say in his heart: "Such a focused gaze, the pen must have
Great article! I just don’t know how hot he is... But looking at his age, he is less than twenty years old. At such an age, I am afraid that he is not hot enough and has insufficient foundation. However, if he maintains this seriousness, he will be really good in the future.
It’s hard to say.”
At this moment, Fang Zheng moved!
At that moment, Monkey and Lao Wu seemed to see a dragon appearing on the snow. The wooden stick in Fang Zheng's hand was like a real brush, writing rapidly on the canvas of the earth. The pen moved like a dragon and snake, and snowflakes splashed! It was extremely fast.
, but it also implies a certain rhythm! The snowflakes were flying, but they did not disturb the canvas!
What’s even more amazing is that Fang Zheng stepped on the snow, but the footprints he left naturally became part of the word! Making the word more perfect! It did not destroy the integrity of the word!
"This...this...the wooden stick is a pen, and both feet are also pens! Three strokes are written at the same time, writing a word, complementing each other, like a dragon and a snake galloping..." Old Wu's eyes almost popped out, and the camera subconsciously clicked
Press it down and shoot wildly!
The monkey didn't know how to read. As a layman, he only watched the excitement. He felt that the square steps were flying, the body was as strong as a dragon, the clothes were flying, the Buddha's light was bright, and the strong martial arts spirit rushed towards him! His face was red with excitement.
! He knows that this is what he wants, this is what he is chasing!
However, Fang Zheng did not know that a guest had arrived. At this moment, all his energy and spirit were highly concentrated, and there was only one volume of scripture in his mind! This is the full text of the Diamond Sutra that he searched on the Internet!
"So I heard that at one time the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi, in the Garden of Solitude, with a group of great bhikkhus, one thousand two hundred and fifty people. At that time, the World Honored One, while eating, was wearing clothes and holding an alms bowl..." Fangzheng was just a stick at first. As a pen, and then with the help of both feet, finally the whole person seems to have become a pen, writing verses of scriptures quickly on the canvas between heaven and earth!