Song Ergou looked at the young ones, then at the busy young people on the other side, shook his head and said, "It's a good thing, but our village may not need it." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info You have it, I'll sweep the streets. ”

After speaking, Song Ergou was about to leave.

The young man didn't understand, so he hurriedly asked: "Fellow, what do you mean by this? How can you not use it? Could it be that everyone has bought the Spring Festival couplets? Don't worry, we are free of charge, no money." ”

Song Ergou looked at the young man and said, "Young man, haven't you read the previous news?" We have a calligraphy master here, and we have made an appointment to go up the mountain to write Spring Festival couplets today. So, you're here for nothing today, and if you want me to say, let's go back. Good intentions are understood. ”

"Master of calligraphy, here?" the young man was stunned.

Another young man behind him laughed when he heard this, and came up and said, "Fellow, we are students who have just been on vacation, is what you said true or false?"

Song Ergou said: "Then it's no wonder, it's normal that you don't know." Well, you guys from the Calligraphy Association have been here to compete before, but they lost. ”

"Really?" the two young men asked curiously, rather than angry.

"Of course it's true. Unbelief pulls down...... Hey, seeing that you are all new faces, you must have been cheated. Those calligraphers in your county, hehe...... I really don't have the face to come to our village. Song Ergou said this, raising his head, as if he was the one who won the game.

When the young people heard this, they were amazed one by one, is there really a master hidden in the village?

Just as they were wondering, a car stopped, and an old man stepped down. Song Ergou glanced at it and pouted and left directly.

The person who came was Sun Yiying, the president of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, followed by a young girl with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and also an acquaintance, Ouyang Fenghua, the daughter of Ouyang Huaya.

Seeing Sun Yiying, the young people immediately ran over and told Song Ergou what he said. One of the students, whose face was full of pimples, said with a smile: "Old Sun, is there really a master in the village?

When Sun Yiying heard this, his eyes widened, and he reprimanded: "Don't say this kind of thing again in the future! Where does the master like to live, can you care about it?"

"Eh, Elder Sun, is there really a master here?" asked the pimple student in surprise.

"Yes, it's still a great master! Okay, now that the villagers have made arrangements, let's collect everything. If you have any problems, go back first, and if you want to go to another village, go to another village. Sun Yiying said.

When everyone heard this, they immediately cheered, although the volunteers are good, but in this winter, who wants to suffer from the cold here. Hurry up and pack your things......

However, there are also shrewd people who come up and ask, "Old Sun, what about you?"

"Of course we went to see the master's handwriting, don't you know, the master's handwriting...... Well, how do you say it? If you have to describe it, it's shocking! You can't see it enough to see it once!" Ouyang Fenghua exclaimed.

Everyone was even more confused, who was Ouyang Fenghua? The daughter of Ouyang Huazai, a master of calligraphy, and even the master whom she praised so much, how good was that handwriting? So all of them were aroused.

At this moment, the sound of a car came, and it was indeed a convoy, large cars and small cars, no less than dozens of people!

As soon as these people got off the bus, the volunteers were stunned, and all the famous calligraphers from Songwu County came! What kind of trouble is this? Is it a group to kick the field, or is it a group sightseeing?

Sun Yiying was also stunned, and turned around and said, "Why are you all here? Don't tell me, you still don't admit defeat last time! If that's the case, get back to me! No one is allowed to disturb the master!"

"Oh, Elder Sun, don't say that. Last time, we were frogs at the bottom of the well, and we flattened people. This time, we are here to ask for words sincerely. A man with a Chinese face stepped forward and said with a wry smile.

"You are also here to ask for words?" Ouyang Fenghua was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shouted.

"Uh...... Are you too?" Everyone was stunned, Ouyang Fenghua had a great calligrapher at home, and he still came to ask for words?

Seeing Ouyang Fenghua nodding, everyone was dumbfounded......

Liu Shuqing is a member of the Songwu County Calligraphy Association, but he is in the field all the year round, and when he came back for the New Year this year, he was pulled by a friend to ask for words. At first, I was puzzled and puzzled, as for running to the mountains to ask for words? Could it be that a little monk can still write Yan Zhenqing's Mobaolai? I always feel that making a big fuss and hyping is too suspicious!

Although he saw Ouyang Fenghua and Sun Yiying, Liu Shuqing always thought that this was a planned hype, using these things to hype up a master and enhance the reputation of Songwu County. After all, he had seen this technique more than once......

Therefore, for going up the mountain to ask for words, Liu Shuqing is one hundred and twenty disagreeable, it is worth having a lively time and distracting himself.

"If that's the case, then let's all go together. Remember, when you go up the mountain, don't mess around like you did last time. Keep the rules, follow the villagers up the mountain, and join in the fun. Sun Yiying said.

Everyone responded......

When Sun Xiying found Wang Yougui, Wang Yougui thought that he was coming to the gym again, but after listening to Sun Xiying's words, he was relieved. So I organized everyone to go up the mountain with the villagers......

"Amitabha, donors, who are you?" Fang Zheng looked at the scene in front of him in amazement and greeted him.

Fang Zheng first won the calligrapher, and then Laba porridge, the temple bodhisattva also benefited, and the prestige in the village was finally gradually established. In addition, Tan Juguo and Wang Yougui have also done ideological work with everyone, and now, everyone can be regarded as officially recognizing the identity of the abbot of Fangzheng. Fang Zheng called everyone to donor again, and everyone got used to it.

Wang Yougui smiled: "Fang ......" Wang Yougui is stuck again......

How to call Fangzheng, Wang Yougui also has a headache. Calling the abbot and the abbot was nothing. But everyone thinks in their bones that this should be called an old monk, a little monk, so called, awkward.

This is the name of Fangzheng, and it is nothing to shout, but the problem is that everyone thinks that it is not good to shout like this, especially when outsiders are here.

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

"Amitabha, don't call the poor monk master, the poor monk can't afford it. Fang Zheng's words are true, and outsiders will vaguely respond to him when they call him nonsense, but the word master is really not something that ordinary people can afford. The one-fingered Zen master said that the master was too heavy, and without that practice, no one would dare to bear it.

Before, Fang Zheng didn't think anything of it, but after reading some things about Buddhism and rituals recently, he had a lot of feelings. How dare you let people call themselves masters casually?

Wang Yougui was forced: "This is not good, that is not good, how to call it?"

Fang Zheng said: "The donor can call the poor monk Master Fangzheng, and take the law as a teacher, rather than the poor monk as a teacher." ”