Chapter 72 It's Alright 【Favorite】
In addition, what Fang Zheng did was open and aboveboard, and there was nothing to be afraid of being seen. With a calm heart, Jing Yan naturally couldn't see anything. Jing Yan could only add one sentence in her heart: "Although you are young, you have a lot of tricks!"
If Fangzheng knew that Jing Yan thought so, he would probably vomit blood three times and call him wronged.
Wu Changxi hurried forward and said, "Master, that, you watch this competition."
Fangzheng shook his head resolutely and said: "Almsgiver, Buddhism is a quiet place, and we will discuss the matter of the competition again. If you burn incense and worship Buddha, please come inside. If there is nothing else, you can do whatever you want." After finishing speaking, Fangzheng was about to go back.
"Master, don't leave yet. This is a matter of human life!" Seeing that Fang Zheng was determined not to compete, Wu Changxi had an idea and shouted.
Fangzheng frowned and said, "How do you say that?"
Wu Changxi saw something interesting, and immediately said: "Master, the thing is like this. Last time I came here, I was fortunate to see the master writing on the snow. The handwriting is very beautiful and looks like everyone. Then I took a photo and wanted to share it with everyone. Take a look. It’s a good thing, it’s not wrong for everyone to enjoy it together, right?”
Fangzheng thought about it, this is also a good thing, there is nothing to say, so he nodded.
Wu Changxi continued: "Here comes the problem, some people don't believe it! It is said that the photos I took are fake, your writing on the snow is fake, and everything is fake! I, Wu Changxi, am a reporter and have been in this business for twenty years. Not to mention anything else, integrity is still there. The good reputation of more than 20 years cannot be defeated by others like this. I refused to accept it, so I went to the door to argue. As a result, people called me a liar even with you! The master of things can bear it, but I can't bear it!
Destroying my reputation for a lifetime is tantamount to killing me! I am a reporter, if I lose my reputation, what else can I have? If I can't prove my innocence today, do I still have the face to live? Find a place to die today! "
Fangzheng looked at Wu Changxi, and Wu Changxi looked at Fangzheng angrily.
Fangzheng shook his head slightly, and said: "The benefactor's words are reasonable, but it's not to the point of death."
Fangzheng can see anyone's misfortune in the next three days. If Wu Changxi really wants to die immediately, Fangzheng cannot fail to see it. Since there is no abnormal phenomenon, it means that this guy is just cheating Fang Zheng with a few bitter words. Fang Zheng didn't like the feeling of being cheated or taken advantage of, so he turned around and left.
"Master, master...don't go! It's really life and death. I gambled a million on it. If I lose, how can I pay for it! At that time, my family will be ruined! You can't see death Help!" Wu Changxi rushed up, hugged Fangzheng's thigh, and shouted stalking.
Fangzheng is also helpless, this early in the morning, first a few inexplicable reporters came, and then such a rogue rogue came, does this make people feel at ease to live a clean life? Also, so many people are begging and begging, and they can't even burn a stick of incense. How dare you cry out?
Although Fangzheng was upset, Wu Changxi's words were still a little touching, one million! How much is one million? Fangzheng counted with his fingers, but found that it was not enough! So much money, they actually used it for gambling? What a bunch of bastards... You donate a lot of money. Didn't you see that the abbot is so poor that he can only eat all the rice every day and doesn't even have a pickle?
"Amitabha, benefactor, you'd better let go. Poor monks really can't participate in this so-called competition. This competition doesn't make any sense. Why do you bother?" Fang Zheng still shook his head and refused.
"Little monk, who said that this competition is meaningless?" At this moment, Jing Yan stepped forward and called out.
Fangzheng asked back: "May I ask the benefactor, what is the meaning?"
"The significance is great. Nowadays, Chinese culture is declining, and foreign cultures are invading like wolves and tigers. Look at our children, they all use pencils, ballpoint pens, and fountain pens. Does anyone use brushes? Look at our classrooms, the importance of Chinese 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 your mouth and shut up, you have to add two sentences of English to each sentence. It looks different and superior. The root of such a sick society is that Inadequate local culture promotion, loss of local culture, children lose themselves and are attracted by foreign culture. Today, this seems to be a personal battle between Wu Changxi and Ouyang Huazai, but in fact, it is a cultural propaganda Great opportunity!
As long as we hype this matter, we can use the characters of the two to make a fuss, guide public opinion, and pay attention to Chinese calligraphy. Isn't this meaningful?
Furthermore, Wu Changxi is indeed an old reporter. What else does a reporter lose his reputation? 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 rectify your name, but Ouyang Huazai used tricks to make him lose his job! Now he said he was a reporter, but in fact he was nothing!
For such a person, to participate in a competition, for myself, for Wu Changxi, for the country's culture, shouldn't it? Doesn't it make sense? "Jing Yan said sonorously like pouring beans.
Fangzheng was speechless. He hadn't finished high school yet. How could he compare Jing Yan, a high-achieving student, in terms of eloquence? Not to mention that he is still a reporter, and he only eats words! The point is that women always seem to be more aggressive than men when arguing. Adding all the factors together, Fangzheng was just about to raise the white flag.
But Fangzheng is also wronged, who doesn't want to do business to earn fame? But the system won't allow it! He is determined and powerless! Who can he talk to about his grievances?
Fangzheng sighed: "Amitabha, what the almsgiver said is reasonable, but it's really not good to compete in a monastery. You guys, let's go."
"You little monk, why are you so stubborn? The monastery can't compare, can't we go down the mountain?" Chen Jing called out.
It's okay not to mention this, but once it is mentioned, Fangzheng will become even more angry! downhill? He also wants to go down the mountain! Can't go down!
So Fangzheng shook his head and said: "There is only one poor monk in this temple, how can he go down the mountain? All benefactors..."
"No need to go down the mountain! Master, the temple is not suitable for competitions. We can compete in the open space outside the temple! The top of the mountain is so big, far away from the temple, it will be over if we don't disturb the gods and Buddhas?" Wu Changxi slapped his forehead and shouted.
Fangzheng was stunned, yes! You can't compare it in the temple, but you can go out!
So Fangzheng asked: "System, is it okay to go out?"
"Ding! Yes."
Fangzheng was overjoyed immediately, so he nodded and said: "Forget it, you have already talked to this point, and the poor monk can only agree. However, the poor monk's writing is ordinary, and it is difficult to be elegant. If you lose or the handwriting It’s too ugly, please don’t laugh at it.”
Fangzheng is not stupid, whether his handwriting is good or not, to be honest, he really lacks the level of appreciation. Since that Ouyang Huazai is a master of calligraphy, he must have superb attainments. Fangzheng didn't want to talk too much, and if he was slapped in the face, it would not be famous, it would be embarrassing.