The two old hall masters of Huang'an Temple went out today to purchase an incense case in the hall, and at about seven o'clock in the evening, they came belatedly.

The mountain gate of Huang'an Temple is the arch of the three arches and the Tianwang Palace, which is also a common structure of many temples that are not on the mountain. It not only saves materials, but also does not appear obtrusive.

"Why did you come back?" the two young monks asked.

The two old monks took a taxi back, and when they saw the little monk's anxious look, they said, "What's the matter?" The manufacturer over there was polite and had a light meal. ”

"Someone came to find Uncle Shi. ”

"What are you looking for me?" asked the old monk suspiciously.

The little monk also listened to a half-understanding, and said vaguely on the way.

"What happened in the Republic of China? Where do I remember this? There are hundreds of pilgrims in the temple every day, and I have long forgotten it. After hearing this, the old monk looked a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, the footsteps of several people stopped, and something seemed to roll down at their feet.

"What's that?"

A few people walked along the long road and looked over.

The white silk one zhang wide, I don't know who did it, stretched from the steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and rolled down to their feet, six or seven meters long.

Several monks from Huang'an Temple also wondered. Bai Juan, which such careless person did this?

The heavy eaves of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are determined, with copper tiles as the set, under the light at this moment, the whole treasure hall is golden and brilliant, and it seems that the Buddha's light shines.

"Look, someone!"

A few people looked up, and the figure standing outside the temple gate was holding a big bucket pen in his hand, like a swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

"Who is this man?"

The world in Zhong Yue's eyes turned into black and white.

He stood solemnly.

This time, the world of Moyun is very different from the time of the Lanting, as if the two worlds overlapped together.

Today is a good weather with a bright moon hanging high, dry and cloudless.

However, the full moon in Zhong Yue's eyes is a Tai Chi. The squatting beasts, vertical spine kisses, horned beasts, and sets of beasts on the roof of the treasure hall are lifelike, and in the mist, the Wen Library, the Yangzhou Ancient Bridge, the Wang Clan Residence, the White Stone Chair, etc., the masters of calligraphy and painting in the system seem to be projected into reality, and they are all silently staring at Zhong Yue.

"Since the Buddha doesn't cross you, I'll cross!"

Zhong Yue's eyes were full of anger, and he looked at the silver Buddha who was motionless, without a trace of compassion in his eyes.

A [Premium Ticket] in the mall was purchased and disappeared, and the Huang'an Temple in Zhong Yue's eyes was no longer the Huang'an Temple in reality.

The Zen room is full of flowers and trees, ancient roads, and old people, but Zhong Yue does not belong to this era that has passed backwards.

Zhong Yue held a large pen in his hand and recorded: "In the spring of the ninth year of the Republic of China, the Three Temples were in Dongxing, and Master Ming did not see Liu Lotus, I don't know this person, too!"

"In the nineteenth year of the Republic of China, pilgrims come and go, Master Changgui doesn't know this person, too!"

Zhong Yue's achievement points were exhausted, and the two secret methods in the package disappeared in an instant, and there were 100,000 more achievement points. The big bucket pen in Zhong Yue's hand was like a startled snake on the white silk, and he quickly proposed a twist.

No!

Neither!

One stroke breaks the law, and the gesture enters the nine days of thunder.

This stroke is terrifying......

lit another cigarette in the attic of the East Wing, and Ou Yangming, who was secretly waiting for instant noodles, also looked over, and when he saw this scene, the cigarette in his mouth fell into the instant noodles in a daze.

"I'll it, ......"

This scene is so shocking.

Zhong Yue splashed ink on the white silk, as if entering a no-man's land.

Not only Ou Yangming was stunned, but even the few old monks who had just returned to the temple who were standing closest were also shocked.

"The twenty-ninth year of the Republic of China, not ......"

Zhong Yue looked up at several sages.

Jin Nong was looking at him with a smile.

Zheng Banqiao and Wang Ximeng seem to be more interested in the world of flowers and flowers behind the main hall.

Qi Baishi sat on the hugging chair, looking old, what he cared about was the gold bars hidden in the thick black robe, and there was no shortage at this time.

Wen Zhengming looked at the handwriting left by Zhong Yue on the white silk, and imitated it in the air with great interest, immersed in the way of calligraphy.

"I don't know. ”

There were only two chances, and Zhong Yue still didn't find that person.

In the 37th year of the Republic of China, the Buddhist civilian clinic was headed by Master Zhisong. Zhong Yue saw the leaflet, and his heart throbbed.

Here it comes!

Zhong Yue stood in the temple, as if he saw hope. In his eyes now, it is like a sixteen-fold fast-forward movie, with the reflection of history coming and going.

Abbot Huikong heard the movement outside, and went out in monk's clothes, "Master Ouyang, what's the situation outside, so noisy?"

Ou Yangming, who was standing upstairs, came back to his senses, "Ah, it's nothing, Abbot, let's go into the house and talk to each other...... Ou Yangming hurriedly stuffed Abbot Huikong into the room.

"Hey, you're ...... What for?"

"I have something to do with the abbot...... Come, come, come, I'll give it to the abbot below. As he spoke, he wanted to send the cigarette instant noodles to the bewildered abbot of Huikong.

......

......

"Slow down. ”

"Slow down......"

"The 38th year of the Republic of China...... It's your last chance!" Zhong Yue muttered to himself.

If he couldn't find it again this time, Zhong Yue didn't know what else he could sell? It seemed that he couldn't sell anything, the secret techniques obtained from the two lottery draws were already the most valuable things, but he didn't regret selling them.

Time is slowly turning back.

This year, Huang'an Temple has not been so splendid.

This year, the big Buddha in the hall is still a gypsum copper tire.

However, this year, there were many more patients in the temple, which is the compassion of the Venerable Master and the benevolence of the Dharma.

Zhong Yue's pen recorded: "Thirty-eight years. ”

Suddenly, from the bustling ink shadow, Zhong Yue saw a figure.

The white silk starts from the outside of the treasure hall for nearly three meters, and it is all carried by Zhong Yue's brushwork. This is different from the ugly book of Master Shi Xiang in the Shanghai Gallery, although the battle is big, but if you look at each stroke, it has its penmanship.

There were more and more monks gathered around the white silk, but no one came up to stop Zhong Yue. It wasn't Zhong Yue's aura that shocked them, but Ouyang Yangming was on the side, holding RMB and handing out red envelopes.

"Everyone, forgive me, my buddy is a little depressed and wants to vent. ”

Then he looked at the wild grass characters that were already half full of white silk with an embarrassed smile, and muttered to himself: "You are so awesome, why didn't the Buddha accept you as a monkey!"

……

……

Universal World Tower

It is only one street away from Huang'an Temple.

The restaurant on the building is the prime time for dining at this moment.

The little girl jumped off the table.

"Won't the baby eat it?"

The porcelain doll in a yellow down jacket ran to the side of the huge telescope and looked curiously at the cylinder, which was much taller than her.

"Mama, what's this?"

The young woman picked up her little girl and said with a smile: "Baby, look here, yes, look out from here, you can see things far, far away." ”

"Mama, there is a big brother who paints on the ground. The porcelain doll said seriously.

The woman smiled, she didn't care, she thought it was the kind of street artist.

"Ma Ma, there are a lot of bald uncles standing on the side. ”

"Bald?" the woman leaned over curiously, "Mommy will come and see." ”

The camera happens to be in front of the Daeungbojeon Hall of Huang'an Temple.

On the white silk, under the yellow light, the whole masterpiece is jaw-dropping.

Half of the wild grass, the pen walks the dragon and snake.

The ink pen underneath paints a touching scene.

The middle-aged father held his teenage daughter and knelt in front of the Buddha hall. Although it is only a side face, it is full of fatherly love and sadness.

Liu Lotus in her arms was looking at her father with a smile.

The old mage on the side held medicinal ink and wormwood and performed moxibustion on the woman's arm.

The Buddha in the Buddha hall was watching this scene with compassion.

Buddha

temple

person

Seeing this painting, the woman burst into tears.

I don't know why, she remembered her father who stood at the school gate with a bag of pecans in his hand and looked forward to it.......