The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Song Ergou took a look at Xiao Young, and then looked at a few busy young people on the other side, shaking his head and saying, "It's a good thing, but our village may not be able to use it anymore. You have it, I'll sweep the street."

After that, Song Ergou will leave.

The young man didn't understand, and quickly asked: "Long fellow, what do you mean by this? How can you not use it? Have everyone bought the Spring Festival couplet? Rest assured, we are free, don't need money."

Song Ergou took a look at the young man and said, "Boy, haven't you read the news before? We have a master of calligraphy here, and everyone has agreed to go up the mountain today to write the Spring Festival couplet. So ah, you came here for nothing, and asked me to say Let ’s go back. I have a good heart. ”

"Master of calligraphy? Here?" The young man froze.

Another young man behind heard a smile, smiled, and came up and said, "Fellow man, we are students on vacation. Are you saying true or false?"

Song Ergou said: "It's no wonder that you don't know that it's normal. Who, your calligraphy association, have been here before and lost."

"Really?" The two young men asked, instead of being angry.

"Of course it is true. Don't believe it ... pull it down ... hey, you guys are all new faces, they must have been pitted. Those calligraphers in your county, hey ... I really have no face to dare to come to our village." Song Ergou said At this point, he looked up as if he had won the game.

The young people heard that one by one was surprised, is there really a master hidden in the village?

Just when they were puzzled, a car stopped and an old man came down. Song Ergou glanced and walked away.

The visitor was Sun Yiying, the president of Songwu County Calligraphy Association. He was followed by a young girl with a clear eyebrow and an acquaintance, Ouyang Fenghua, the daughter of Ouyang Huaying.

Seeing Sun Yiying, the young people immediately ran over and said Song Ergou's words again. One of the students with acne smiled, "Old Sun, is there really a master in the village? This poor and remote country can really keep the master?"

Sun Qianying heard the words, stared at his eyes, and reprimanded: "Don't say this again! Where does the master like to live, can you control it?"

"Um, Sun, are there really masters here?" The acne student asked in surprise.

"Yes, I ’m still a great master! Okay, now that the villagers have arranged, take everything away. If you are in trouble, go back first. If you want to go to another village to see, go to another village. Turn. "Sun Yiying said.

Everyone heard the words, and immediately cheered. Although the volunteers were good, but who would be cold and cold here this winter? Pack up quickly ...

But there are also savvy people who come up and ask, "Sun, how about you?"

"Of course we went to see the master writing. You don't know, the master's words ... Well, how do you say? If you must describe it, it's shock! It's not enough to see it once!" Ouyang Fenghua cried.

The crowd was even more embarrassed. Who is Ouyang Fenghua? How good is the daughter of Ouyang Huaying, the master of calligraphy, who even praises her so much? So each one's curiosity was mobilized.

At this moment, a car sound came, indeed a full convoy, big cars, no fewer than dozens of people!

When these people got out of the car, the volunteers were stunned. All the famous calligraphers in Songwu County came! OK? Do you have a group kick or are you sightseeing?

Sun Yiying was also stunned, turning back and saying, "Why are you here? Don't tell me, the last thing is still unsuccessful! If so, please roll back to me! No one is allowed to disturb the master!"

"Oh, Sun, don't say that to you. The last time was the frog at the bottom of our well, who flattened people. This time we came to ask for the word." A man with a Chinese character face came forward with a grin. .

"Did you come here to ask for the word?" Ouyang Fenghua said for a moment, and called subconsciously.

"Uh ... isn't it you?" Everyone was surprised, Ouyang Fenghua had a big calligrapher at home, and came to ask for a character?

Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nodding his head, everyone suddenly felt dumb ...

Liu Shuqing is a member of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association. However, he is outside all the year round. In the beginning, I was puzzled and puzzled. As for running for a word in the mountains? Is it possible that a young monk could still write Yan Zhenqing's Mo Baolai? I always feel that the trivia is too big, and the suspicion of speculation is too great!

Although I saw Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Yiying, Liu Shuqing always believed that this was a planned hype. Using these things, he hyped a master to raise the reputation of Songwu County. After all, he's seen it more than once ...

Therefore, Liu Shuqing dismissed one hundred and twenty for seeking characters on the mountain.

"If this is the case, then everyone will be together. Remember, when you go up the mountain, don't mess up like last time. Keep your rules and go up the mountain with the villagers, and make fun." Sun Yiying said.

Everyone responded ...

When Sun Yiying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui thought he was going to kick the hall again. After listening to Sun Yiying's words, he felt relieved. So we organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers ...

"Amitabha, your donors, are you this?" Fang Zheng looked at the scene in front of him and welcomed him.

Fang Zheng first won the calligrapher and Laba porridge, and the temple's bodhisattvas also came to pass, and the prestige in the village finally gradually established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui did not do less ideological work with everyone. Now, everyone is officially recognized as abbot abbot. Founder asked everyone to donate again, and everyone was used to it.

Wang Yougui laughed: "Fang ..." Wang Yougui got stuck again ...

Whatever you call Founder, Wang Yougui also has a headache. Called abbot and abbot, it was nothing. However, everyone believes that this should be called an old monk, a young monk, so called, awkward.

What's your name? This is the law, and it's okay to shout. The problem is that everyone feels that shouting disrespects General Founder, especially when outsiders are here, it is very bad.

After thinking about it, Wang Yougui said: "Master Founder, that ..."

"Amitabha, the donor, do n’t call the poor monk a master. The poor monk can't stand it." Founder's words were true, and outsiders bluntly called him vaguely, but the word master is really not acceptable to ordinary people. Affordable. The one-handed Zen master once said that the master was too heavy and no one would dare to suffer without that practice.

I do n’t think I ’m ahead, but I ’ve seen something about Buddhist rituals recently. How dare you let anyone call yourself a master?

Wang Yougui forced hard: "It's not good, it's not good. Call it by name?"

Founder Trail: "The donor can call the poor monk Founder Master, using the law as the teacher, not the poor monk as the teacher."