On the second day, he returned to his old life, chanting scriptures and practicing martial arts every day, maybe he was used to such days, he preferred such a simple life, but he didn't like the bustling world outside.

During the morning class, Lu Qing and the others also followed outside the main hall to listen, while Song Min did not come out of the room.

After breakfast, ask Su Wen to open the system interface.

Su Wen (Mage)

man

Merit: 18665

Age: 21

Skills: Intermediate Buddhism, Intermediate Super, Elementary Arhat Boxing, Elementary Arhat Stick, Intermediate Golden Bell Jar, Elementary Eagle Grabbing, Intermediate Cooking.

Pure Heart Temple (ordinary temple)

The mountain gate, the main hall, the bell tower, the drum tower, the scripture pavilion, the monk's house twelve.

Sangh: 6

Novice: 4

Lay disciples: 3

Incense: 7533/5000

Prayer: Luck +2 after burning incense, +1 meditation, duration 5 days.

Retribution: 287

The merit is exchanged for Buddhist classics and martial arts cheats in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for 1000, and this time the zombie gets about 300 or so. The addition of two monks is the practice of virtue and the practice of the Dharma, and the practice of the heart and the mind are still in the category of novices before the age of 20.

However, this time he obtained 287 fruits, which made Su Wen a little surprised, he had never been very clear about how to obtain the fruits, but he didn't expect to get these this time. However, looking at the number of Fruit Points required by the Fruit Reward Palace, I immediately felt that these 287 points were not much.

However, the incense has accumulated these in the past two months, and the high-level monks can be summoned twice, so Su Wen directly chose to summon. Although he also wanted to save another month to summon senior monks, there was a shortage of manpower in the temple, and there were only 13 people so far, plus 16 people such as Lu Qing, including three lay disciples.

Soon the temple will break ground, and there will be no shortage of miscellaneous things at that time, and Lu Zhishen can't help anything except teach Yilong and the three of them, and Huaisu can't even point out, at this time, two more senior monks can also help him share some.

Su Wen glanced at the wordless scripture in the bottom row of the system interface, and then closed the system.

Although there is still a gambling war a month later, Li Zitong is so confident that he must have something to rely on, and Su Wen does want to improve his strength again, but it is still a bit of a waste to use this wordless scripture.

Li Zitong is still so confident that he can beat himself after seeing those two games, and the Taoist of Changchun Guan is already good at martial arts, so his skills must be amazing. In addition, weapons are also very important. After all, he has a golden bell in his body, if the other party can't hurt himself, and he can easily hurt the other party, then no matter how good his skills are, he can't make up for this gap, not to mention that his martial arts are not necessarily worse than him. So either he has a way to break his golden bell jar, or he just has a sharp weapon.

This kind of sharp weapon is rare for ordinary people, and it is not impossible for some big Taoist temples to take it. As long as there is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, it can easily break through the golden bell jar, and even the Zen staff can't resist it.

Thinking of this, Su Wen had an idea. Although the strength of the bell jar cannot be increased, the Zen staff is completely fine. I don't know how much the current Taoist priests know about high-hardness alloys, but no matter how sharp the weapon is, the hardness of the edge is only HRC62, even if the Taoist treasures, or other special means are used, the hardness should not exceed HRC65. If you just cut off an ordinary Zen staff, you can definitely cut it in two. But if it's a high-hardness alloy, I'm afraid it will break his blade.

Thinking of their expressions when they used their ancestral swords to slash behind the high-hardness alloy Zen staff, the corners of Su Wen's mouth hooked, and he looked forward to this.

When Su Wen turned on the computer to check the information of high-strength alloys, Xingde came in to report that a person named Du Xintie came to find him.

Du Xintie Su asked for a long time to recall, and only then did the figure of a young man appear in his mind.

Is he the mayor's secretary? What is he here for?

But no matter what you're here for, you still have to meet them.

Su Wen got up and went out behind Xingde, and Du Xintie was standing in the corner of the front yard.

"Master Suwen, I've finally found you. Du Xintie smiled bitterly when he saw Su Wen.

Su Wen was stunned, how many times have you looked for yourself?

Even the mayor treated Su Wen politely, as a close person around the mayor, naturally there would be no arrogance, and his attitude was also very respectful, and he quickly explained: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's a friend of the mayor who wants to ask for a pair of handwriting." I have to write the Spring Festival couplets to the temple. ”

Then I listened to him explain and asked me to understand.

On the same day, the mayor came to the temple to worship the Buddha, and saw that the words of the couplet outside the mountain gate were extremely charming, so he took a photo. After a while, when he was talking about calligraphy with a friend, his friend showed off to him the authentic handwriting of a living calligrapher. When the mayor saw it, he felt that it was not as good as the couplet at the entrance of the Pure Heart Temple, so he told the matter.

As you can imagine, his friend immediately ridiculed him for not knowing calligraphy. Seeing this, the mayor sent the photo over, and immediately there was no sound on the other end of the phone.

The next day, the friend flew directly from the south to the East China Sea, which shows how much the words on the photo had an impact on him.

After the mayor brought his friend to the temple to see the couplets, the man called it "a tyrannical thing", saying that he wanted to ask for a copy of this person's authentic handwriting, and the price was easy to say. And the mayor only knew Su Wen, and he didn't know who the calligrapher was, and after many phone calls were not in the service area, the man almost came to take off the Spring Festival couplets outside the mountain gate and take them away.

Speaking of this, Du Xintie smiled bitterly: "Until now, he is still in the hotel and refuses to leave." I heard that Master Suwen was back, and the mayor specially asked me to ask. ”

Su Wen chuckled, the mayor's secretary who had just come back had arrived, and it seemed that the mayor had been plagued by his friend recently. "So, you wait here, I'll see if there's a suitable piece. ”

Du Xintie was surprised: "That calligrapher is in the temple?"

Su Wen nodded, Huaisu is still worthy of the name of a calligrapher. "It's Master Huaisu of this monastery. ”

Du Xintie clapped his hands and smiled: "That's really good, I'm afraid I can't find a real person." Please rest assured that this friend of the mayor will not treat Master Huaisu's work badly. ”

Su Wen didn't dare to bring Du Xintie to Huaisu's room, Huaisu's room hadn't been entered for so long, and he didn't know what the chaos would become. And there is calligraphy everywhere, and it is not good to be seen. On the one hand, I am afraid that people will know that there are many and what troubles there are. On the one hand, calligraphy works are the same as paintings, and the more works that flow out of the living people, the lower the price. Su Wen also pointed out that Huaisu had earned back a sum of money to build the temple.

Let Xingde take Du Xintie to the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion and wait, and Su Wen came to Huaisu's room.

Knocked on the door, nothing happened. Su Wen pushed open the door and saw Huai Su sitting at the table writing something with a pen. And the interior is as chaotic as ever, except that the roof of the shed is full of itself, and there is a large pile of waste paper in the corner.

When I walked behind Huaisu and looked at it, I saw that Huaisu was seriously copying Buddhist scriptures.

Su Wen couldn't help but nodded. No matter how crazy Huaisu is, he is also a Taoist mage after all. This copying of a Buddhist sutra is worthy of reciting the sutra a hundred times.

While he was taking a break from his pen, Su Wen called him: "Senior Brother Huaisu?"

Huaisu looked back and nodded. "The host is here. ”

"This time, I have something to find Senior Brother Huaisu. Someone wants to ask for a piece of senior brother's work, but I don't know if it's okay. It doesn't have to be too good, it's okay to be more general. ”

Huaisu smiled: "It's a small thing. ”

Stood up and walked to the waste paper pile to rummage through it, picked out two pieces of paper and handed them to Su Wen. "It's okay for the host to look at these two. ”

Su Wen opened it and looked at it, and there was a big Zen character written on it. On one of them is a Buddhist proverb: when the self-nature is self-pure, when the self-nature is not born and destroyed, when the self-nature is self-sufficient, when the self-nature is unshaken, and when the self-nature can give birth to ten thousand laws.

"This is it. Su Wen took this piece with the words of Buddhism and asked Huaisu to write a sign. On the one hand, this paper looks like there are more words, and on the other hand, this paper is a little cleaner .......

When he handed this handwriting to Du Xintie, he saw Du Xintie's somewhat stunned demeanor, and Su Wen was a little surprised in his heart. After all, a little cleaner is only relative. It's not that it's stained, but the paper is really crumpled and smoothed.

When Du Xintie handed this piece of paper to the middle-aged man, he seemed to see a copy of his expression in the morning, and it was even more exaggerated.

The middle-aged man's face was distressed. "Tyrannical Destruction of Heavenly Things, Violent Destruction of Heavenly Things, how dare they do this?"

The mayor sat on the side drinking tea, squinting his eyes, looking at his friend's appearance, and felt a burst of pride in his heart: The works of everyone you asked for are not as good as the works of the monks in the monastery under my rule.

But this Pure Heart Temple is really a master.