Li Ji walked over and found an empty seat to sit down. On both sides were monks chanting sutras, except for a monk in front of him who copied and wrote there. Li Ji was also curious, and didn't do anything else, so he got up and went over to watch.

When the monk was writing, he saw someone coming to watch, and he thought it was the master watching, but he ignored it and continued to copy. When he finished writing an article, he turned around sharply and found that it was Li Ji who was reading, so he couldn't help but be taken aback, and said disdainfully: "It turned out to be you, and you didn't say a word." ”

Li Jidao: "Seeing that my senior brother is writing, I don't dare to disturb." ”

The monk said: "It's not okay to bother. If you don't do your thing, what do you see me doing? I forgot to do so many tasks?"

Li Jidao: "The tasks have been completed, take advantage of your leisure time to come in and have a look." ”

The monk said: "When you are done, go and rest for a while, or read a book for a while." What's the use of watching it for half a day, will you write after reading it?"

Li Ji was not annoyed, and replied: "It's a little bit, so I came over to see what the senior brother wrote, and whether there was a gap in comparison." ”

Hearing him say this, the monk was a little unhappy in his heart, and said ruthlessly: "Don't talk big. It's good for you to read the scriptures and copy them, and you still want to write well?"

Li Ji replied steadily: "It is indeed a little." ”

The monk said, "Don't be so sure, seeing is believing. In the end, look at what you write, if it is not good, but do not be embarrassed here, and quickly stay away, so as not to disturb the interest of others. ”

The monk knew in his heart that he had come to the temple for so many years, and when he had seen Li Ji writing. At most, I saw him chanting and copying scriptures. And most of the time, he is still seen busy outside, carrying water, cleaning the yard and so on.

If you want to write, anyone can write if you write, but if you can't see the words you write, that's another matter. Good handwriting can be achieved without a few years of practice. I have never seen him write, I have never heard that he can write, and I have never seen him mention it to others.

Therefore, when Li Ji said this today, he should be talking to himself. Maybe I'm tired from the work, I'm impatient, come in to relieve my boredom, make fun of myself, and have fun.

So since he did it, why not play him. When the time comes, see how he ends, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Li Ji was just interested in it, and he took a look at it curiously. I didn't expect to be so provoked, and at this stage, not giving it a try seems to be really in response to someone's sentence: say big things.

The reason why Li Ji dared to say this and dare to try was because he used to write for a living and had writing skills. If you want to say anything else, you don't dare to boast about Haikou in the line of writing, but you are handy.

Li Jixiang is a monk, he is very sure, and he is sure that he can't write, even if he writes, he can't write well, and it is difficult to compare with him. People are not afraid of persuasion, they are afraid of excitement. If you say this, you have to write it, and you have to write it well, otherwise you will mistakenly think that you are talking big, pretending to be capable, making jokes, and embarrassing.

The monk left his seat and gave up his place to Li Ji. When some of the other monks next to them heard them talking, they didn't think so, and went about their own business.

Li Ji sat down, picked up the pen, and did not write anything else, according to the words that the monk had just written. Dip in ink, the pen turns, the big pen waves, the real luck is fixed, like swallowing mountains and rivers, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, jumping on the paper.

The startled monk was dizzy and speechless. I couldn't stop shaking my head and clapping constantly.

His action immediately surprised everyone, and they all put down what they were doing and gathered around to watch. At first glance, it was Li Ji writing, the writing was beautiful, and the writing was wonderful, and everyone praised it.

When they saw enough, some of the monks didn't know whether they liked it or joined in the fun, so they even asked Li Ji to write for themselves. His move caused the rest of the crowd to also rush to write a pair of words.

Li Ji didn't think too much about it, he was all brothers in the same school, not to mention that it was also a gesture, so he didn't shirk it, and responded one by one.

In this way, all the monks did nothing else, and they all came to line up to write, and it was not until the evening that it was over, and they all got the calligraphy and scattered. That night, the temple was spread all over the world, and it became like a news anecdote.

On the second day, Li Ji was still busy with the assigned tasks as usual, but before he finished the task at hand, he was dragged away and went to the hall to write for the monks. It was coaxing and boasting again, but Li Ji couldn't resist the crowd, so he wrote it to everyone again. Some people take the written and don't worry, and they take it everywhere and talk about it, so they also attract mutual discussion.

The discussion was not enough, and some monks still spread the written words everywhere. Those who got the word took it to spread it, and those who didn't vied with each other to ask for it, and the whole temple became a different scene. This is a phenomenon that some people do not want to see, and even dislike.

As for the old man in the courtyard, this old monk actually knew about this matter yesterday, and he even visited the ins and outs.

It turned out that I met a monk disciple in the courtyard yesterday, and the disciple explained a detailed story before and after. It's not a big deal, there are no consequences, and I don't want to pursue it, when it's his whim, it's a little fun, and it's over. But today, another disciple came to report the incident, and he exaggerated his words, lost his clue, and made a big fuss about it. The old monk was also confused, and he didn't know what the impact of the incident was, whether it was good or bad.

When the old monk went to the courtyard and went to check in the corridor, he saw that someone had taken the written words and spread them everywhere. Seeing this situation, he did not go to Li Ji, but went to the residence of the presiding elder, reported the matter one by one, and the elder decided.

This presiding elder is very old, and usually only faces the wall in the wing room, meditating, cultivating self-cultivation, chanting scriptures and praying for Buddha. He rarely walks around the temple, let alone asks about the temple, and leaves the task of taking care of the temple to the old monks. Unless there is something major that needs to be dealt with, it will not be bothered.

The old monk reported the matter, and the two discussed for a long time, and the old monk left only after being instructed by the elders.

That night, the old monk sent a message to his disciple and called Li Ji to the room to talk.

When Li Ji heard that the old monk was looking for him, he thought to himself: "I think that this master is looking for me for nothing else, it must be a matter of writing during the day. I'm afraid that the wind will blow and provoke the temple rules?"

In fact, Li Ji thought so, and he was also skeptical. He just wrote, but he didn't know that there was a coaxing behind him, and he didn't say anything about it, and he talked about it everywhere, of course, some people even went to the master to reveal it.

Li Ji came to the door of the old monk's residence, looked around, and then pushed open the hidden door, and gently entered and stood at the door. Glancing over, I saw the old monk sitting quietly on the couch, his eyes closed, and he looked calm.

Hearing someone come in, the old monk opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know why I came to you?"