In addition, what Fang Zheng did was aboveboard, and he had nothing to fear from being seen. He was calm in his heart, so Jing Yan naturally couldn't see anything. Jing Yan could only add in her heart: "Although he is young, he has profound deception skills!"
If Fang Zheng knew that Jing Yan thought this way, he would probably vomit blood three times and say that he was wronged.
Wu Changxi quickly stepped forward and said: "Master, um, watch this game."
Fang Zheng shook his head decisively and said: "Donor, Buddhism is a quiet place. We will not mention the competition anymore. If you want to burn incense and worship Buddha, please come inside. If you have nothing to do, feel free to do whatever you want." After saying this, Fang Zheng was about to go back.
"Master, don't leave yet. This matter involves human lives!" Wu Changxi shouted when he saw that Fang Zheng was determined not to compete. He had an idea.
Fang Zheng frowned and said, "How do you say this?"
Wu Changxi saw the drama and immediately said: "Master, this is what happened. The last time I came here, I was lucky enough to see the master writing on the snow. The words were very beautiful and had everyone's style, so I took a photo and wanted to share it with everyone.
Look. It’s a good thing. Isn’t it right for everyone to enjoy it together?”
Fang Zheng thought about it and realized that this was a good thing. He had nothing to say and nodded.
Wu Changxi continued: "Here's the problem, some people don't believe it! They say the photos I took are fake, the words you wrote on the snow are fake, everything is fake! I, Wu Changxi, am a journalist and have been working in this industry for twenty years.
Well, if nothing else, I still have integrity. I can’t let my good reputation of more than 20 years be ruined like this. I didn’t accept it, so I came to argue with you. As a result, they even called me and you a liar! This is
Master can tolerate things, but I can't!
Ruining a lifetime's reputation is equivalent to killing me! I am a reporter. If I lose my reputation, what will I have left? If I can't prove my innocence today, will I still have the honor to live? I'll find a place to die today.
Forget it!"
Fang Zheng looked at Wu Changxi, and Wu Changxi looked at Fang Zheng angrily.
Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "What the donor said makes sense, but it's not going to lead to death."
Fang Zheng can see anyone's disaster in the next three days. If Wu Changxi really wants to die immediately, Fang Zheng cannot not see it. Since there are no strange phenomena, it means that this guy just said a few bitter words to deceive Fang Zheng.
That's all. Fang Zheng didn't like the feeling of being deceived or taken advantage of, so he turned around and left.
"Master, master... don't go! Human life is really at stake. I bet one million on it. If I lose, where will I get the money to compensate? By then, my family will be ruined and everyone will be dead! You can't live without seeing it.
Fangzheng was also helpless. This morning, first a few inexplicable reporters came, and then such a rogue came. How could this not make people feel at ease and live a clean life? Also, so many people kept asking for help.
Oh, I’m begging you, but you don’t even have a stick of incense. How dare you cry out?
Although Fang Zheng was unhappy, Wu Changxi's words still touched him a little. One million! How much is one million? Fang Zheng counted on his fingers and found that it was not enough! How could they use so much money for gambling? What a bunch of bastards...
...If you have more money, why don't you donate? Don't you see that the abbot is so poor that he can only eat all the rice and not even a pickle every day?
"Amitabha, donor, you'd better let go. The poor monk really can't participate in this so-called competition. This competition has no meaning, so why are you doing this?" Fang Zheng still shook his head and refused.
"Little monk, who said this game is meaningless?" At this moment, Jing Yan stepped forward and shouted.
Fang Zheng asked rhetorically: "May I ask the donor, what is the significance of this?"
"It's of great significance. Nowadays, Chinese culture is in decline, and foreign cultures are invading like wolves and tigers. Look at our children. They all use pencils, ballpoint pens, and fountain pens. But do some of them use brushes? Look at our classrooms again. The importance of Chinese language
Sex is not as good as a foreign language! Look at the names of our children. There are more and more foreign names. When you open or close your mouth, you have to add two English sentences to every sentence, which makes you look different and superior. The root cause of such a sick society is
The local culture is not properly promoted, the local culture is lost, and the children lose themselves and are attracted to foreign culture. Today, this seems to be a personal battle between Wu Changxi and Ouyang Huazai, but in fact, it is a cultural propaganda battle.
Great opportunity!
As long as we hype this matter up, we can use their characters to make an article, guide public opinion, and pay attention to Chinese calligraphy. Isn't this meaningful?
Furthermore, Wu Changxi is indeed an old reporter. If a reporter loses his reputation, what does he have? Nothing!
In addition, I want to remind you that when Ouyang Huazai suspected that your calligraphy was fake, Wu Changxi ran around for you just to clear your name, but Ouyang Huazai used tricks to make him lose his job! Now he says he is a reporter
, in fact, it has long been nothing!
Isn’t it right to participate in a competition for such a person, for myself, for Wu Changxi, and for the country’s culture? Isn’t it meaningless?” Jing Yan said sonorously and forcefully like pouring beans.
Fang Zheng was actually said to be speechless. He hadn't even finished high school. How can he compare his eloquence to that of a top student like Jing Yan? Not to mention that he was a reporter who only relied on words! The point is, women are arguing.
Sometimes, it seems that he is always more fierce than men. All factors added together, Fangzheng is just short of raising the white flag.
But Fangzheng is also aggrieved. Who doesn’t want to do business to earn reputation? But the system won’t let him! He has the will but is powerless! Who can he talk to about his grievances?
Fang Zheng sighed and said: "Amitabha, what the donor said is reasonable, but it is really not feasible to compete in the temple. We still dispersed."
"You little monk, why are you so stubborn? We can't compete in the temple, why can't we go down the mountain to compete?" Chen Jing shouted.
It's okay not to mention this issue, but when it comes to mentioning it, Fang Zheng becomes even more angry! Going down the mountain? He wants to go down the mountain too! He can't go down!
So Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "There is only one poor monk in this temple, how can we get down the mountain? Dear donors..."
"No need to go down the mountain! Master, the temple is not suitable for competition. We can compete in the open space outside the temple! The top of the mountain is so big and far away from the temple. If we don't disturb the gods and Buddhas, won't it be over?" Wu Changxi slapped his forehead and shouted.
Fangzheng was shocked, yes! You can't compare in the temple, but you can go out!
So Fang Zheng asked: "System, is it okay to compete outside?"
"Ding! Yes."
Fang Zheng was immediately overjoyed, so he nodded and said: "That's all, you guys have already said this, and the poor monk can only agree. However, the poor monk's calligraphy is just mediocre, and it is difficult for him to be elegant. If he loses or his words
It’s too ugly, please don’t laugh at it.”
Fang Zheng is not stupid. To be honest, he really lacks appreciation for his calligraphy. Since Ouyang Huazai is a master of calligraphy, he must have superb attainments. Fang Zheng doesn't want to talk too much and be slapped in the face, then
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