Chapter 118 New Year's Eve 【Favorite】

Although more than 300 people came to the mountain, many of them belong to the same family, so there are only more than 100 copies to be written!

Fangzheng wrote, and Wang Yougui turned it over, but soon Wang Yougui discovered that he couldn't keep up with Fangzheng's speed! Ouyang Fenghua hurried to help, one of them quickly turned the pages, and the other prepared the red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets in advance, laying it out and waiting for Fangzheng to write. Fangzheng wrote from one side to the other, very busy.

More than a hundred copies will be written soon!

The villagers and the members of the Calligraphy Association looked at the calligraphy in their hands, and all of them burst into laughter. Such a good calligraphy is hard to find in a lifetime, and they exclaimed that they have made a lot of money!

Fangzheng also writes heartily and comfortably! I sighed in my heart: "Sure enough, you have to use a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write. When writing on snow, something is always missing."

After writing the couplets, everyone happily left. Seeing that it was noon, they all went home and prepared to cook.

Fangzheng sent everyone away, but when he turned his head, he found that there were still people who hadn't left!

At the door, Ouyang Fenghua stood in a pavilion, looking at Fangzheng.

Fangzheng stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, do you have any questions about the benefactor?"

"Master, it's like this. My father asked me to bring you a sentence. If the temple needs to be expanded, our family is willing to help." Ouyang Fenghua said.

Fangzheng was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be a surprise! However, Fangzheng still kept a smile on his face, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your kindness!"

"Okay, I'm done talking about my dad. Let's talk about mine." Ouyang Fenghua rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

Fangzheng was puzzled, what else could this girl do?

Ouyang Fenghua said: "Master, I want to learn your calligraphy, that... can I?"

Fangzheng was completely speechless. Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world. There are still conditions for the expansion of the temple... although this condition is not too much.

But Fangzheng still refused: "Benefactor, a poor monk who is a monk, how can he teach him? What's more, in the place of Buddhism, it is not suitable for men and women to get along. If the benefactor has nothing else to do, please go down the mountain."

Is Ouyang Fenghua beautiful? Fangzheng's answer is yes, lively and beautiful, but the more beautiful, the more Fangzheng will refuse! If you can see but not eat, that is a real pain! He didn't want to find himself guilty. What's more, the monastery is indeed not suitable for women. He was the only one in the whole monastery, lonely and widowed, and there were many troubles.

Ouyang Fenghua didn't expect Fangzheng to refuse so simply, and he walked away without looking back. He became anxious and shouted: "Master, I can live at the bottom of the mountain! Isn't it okay to go up to the mountain to study every day? Guaranteed, I will never disturb you. Your practice!"

Fangzheng waved his hand, unmoved at all. It's a joke, the explanation didn't explain the key points, how could it be accepted?

The gate was closed, and Ouyang Fenghua stood outside the gate, waiting for a long time. After confirming that Fangzheng was determined not to accept her as an apprentice, he stomped his feet and went down the mountain.

But she didn't know that Fangzheng didn't leave at all, he just squatted at the door listening to the movement outside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Fangzheng was lying on the top of the wall, showing a bald head, looking at Ouyang Fenghua's slender back, shaking his head slightly, and said a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, is the poor monk's concentration still good?" .”

After finishing speaking, Fang Zheng chuckled, what should he do? As for the matter of Ouyang Fenghua, Fang Zheng didn't take it to heart at all. Men and women? Fangzheng didn't want to...

At the foot of the mountain, Songwu County.

The calligraphers didn't go home, but immediately found a mounting company to mount the couplet written by Fang Zheng. Then hang it on the door of the back room...

"Old man, where did you get the antiques? Could it be that you were cheated?" Sun Zhiying's wife, Luo Ping, who was washing the vegetables, asked with a smile as she tinkered with the two couplets after Sun Zhiying came back.

"What an antique, this is the word I asked for today. It's really a good word, I'll never get tired of it." Sun Yiying looked at the words on the door of his house with admiration.

"I asked for it today? Are you still asking for calligraphy? Hey, this is rare. Don't you always think that your calligraphy is the best? Why? Changed it?" After Luo Ping finished speaking, she walked into the study, Look to the text.

"Oh old man, why is this word so beautiful! Just looking at it, my disturbed heart has calmed down a lot. It seems that there is a Buddha in it... You can't ask for it from that monastery, right?" Luo Ping exclaimed.

Sun Xiying smiled and said: "Okay! You can tell at a glance that it was made by an eminent monk in the monastery. Have you kept up with your cultural cultivation? Hehe..." Sun Xiying said haha, but she was extremely shocked in her heart. Words can reveal some information about the writer, which is normal. But it is extraordinary to be able to let a person who does not know how to read see the charm inside!

Thinking of this, Sun Xiying already had a plan in her heart... Next year, maybe...

This scene also happened in the homes of other calligraphers, one by one hanging up the characters like treasures. Naturally, it is eye-catching. After seeing it, the guests, relatives and friends praised it one after another, earning enough face one by one. At the same time, Du Fangzheng is also in awe in his heart. He is only a teenager and has such a foundation. If time passes...

"I, Songwu County, are going to give birth to everyone!" This is the emotion in everyone's heart! At the same time, she blushed a lot for her previous behavior of Meng Lang...

When everyone was posting calligraphy Spring Festival couplets, the WeChat group also followed suit. Countless people were discussing the Spring Festival couplets written by Fang Zheng, but no one was talking about the content, they were all talking about words!

The calligraphers didn't hide it, they pushed Fangzheng and One Finger Temple out one after another, and the reputation of One Finger Temple increased greatly in a short time!

The next day, it was even on the local news! It's a pity that the ratings of the local news are too low...but the reputation has also improved a lot.

At this moment, Fangzheng was squatting on the ground, making his ice lantern seriously! Nothing to do, idle is idle, making ice lanterns to decorate the entire temple has become his top priority now.

In the next few days, Fangzheng made a lot of big ice lanterns in one go. He made some every day. Starting from the gate of the temple, he made a big snowman at intervals. A big ice lantern was placed on the head of the snowman, and they were placed all the way up the mountain pass. Used as a street light...

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to come, the village head Wang Yougui came up once and saw that Fangzheng had made so many ice lanterns, and asked Yang Ping to send a large bundle of candles the next day, which was enough for Fangzheng to squander.

This made Fang Zheng very happy, so he made many more ice lanterns, and set up a large array of ice lanterns in the open space.

The years passed very quickly, and the annual Spring Festival came with the sound of crackling firecrackers. Fangzheng finally lit all the ice lanterns with candles. The top of the mountain was lit up, and from a distance, it seemed that there was a Buddha light shining on Yizhi Mountain, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Whoosh!

There was a sharp bang.

Snapped!

A firework blooms in the sky, representing the arrival of midnight.

Fangzheng looked at the fireworks in the sky, took out his phone and took a selfie for fun! As a result, the back tightened, and the little squirrel climbed up and grinned at the camera. I had a very fierce expression.