Tang Xiucai has worked words since he was a child, and his beautiful thin gold body is a step worse than the famous masters in the world, but he can't compare with the idle Jinshi.

"Good, that's good! Shopkeeper Zhu, you can earn it! "The people around me kept appreciating.

Shopkeeper Zhu's eyebrows smiled, and he hurriedly thanked him: "Master Tang, I have you for your work, I will find someone to engrave a plaque and hang it out when I turn around, with your words, the business is guaranteed to be good." ”

Everyone said a few polite words, and Tang Xiucai wanted to turn around and say goodbye, after all, he still had to find a job and earn money to fill his two stomachs!

"Wonderful, floating like floating clouds, like a frightened dragon, thin like a dead tree in the middle of winter, restrained like a hungry subordinate of the strict family. I can't write it without more than ten years of hard work! ”

Someone praised it like this, Tang Xiucai was proud, followed the sound and looked, only to see two monks walking by, the one in front was in his fifties, wearing a monk's robe full of patches, which has a name in Buddhism, called "Gon Tou", only a certain identity can be worn. As for ordinary monks, they can only wear gray cloth robes like the little novice who carries a basket at the back.

Seeing that it was a monk, Tang Xiucai hurriedly clenched his fists and said humbly: "The master praised it falsely, and he didn't dare to be ashamed." ”

"Amitabha, the donor's handwriting is light and ethereal, chic and natural; The pen is charming and elegant, and the technique is both peaceful and strange. It's just that why does the old man feel that there is a little injustice in it, is it not because the donor is resentful in his heart? ”

Indignant, of course indignant!

I can't even eat, can I not get bored!

It's just that the monk can see it from the handwriting, maybe he really has really great eyesight. Tang Xiucai couldn't help frowning slightly, he couldn't figure it out.

"The master's Buddhism is profound, and even calligraphy is so proficient, which is admirable, but I don't know where the master is ordained?"

Monk Shou raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "The old man is a monk in Puji Temple, and he just arrived at Tianfei Palace a month ago, and the law name is really it." ”

"It turned out to be a true master, and the students must visit when they have time."

"Then the old man is waiting."

After the monk finished speaking, he strode away, and the little novice behind him followed suit, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Tang Xiucai looked at the back in the distance, and couldn't help but admire: "You can see through people's hearts from a few words, you are really a high monk, Yi'er, we will ask others for guidance in the future." ”

"Finger me!"

Tang Yi pulled his father to the side, pointed to the clothes on the two of them, and said, "That monk is not from the words, but the clothes!" ”

"Clothes, what's wrong?" Tang Xiucai still doesn't understand, it's quite clean.

"Clean is clean, but when it comes up, it's worth a tael of silver!" Tang Yi sneered: "You write so well and dress so worn, aren't you a down-and-out scholar?" Can there be no resentment in your heart? It's not the same as! ”

"Oh, that makes sense!" Tang Xiucai frowned, and suddenly asked, "Yi'er, why do you think so badly of the master?" ”

Tang Yi snorted and didn't speak, in order to pay for tuition in his previous life, he shaved his head and worked as a fake monk in the scenic spot for two months. Since then, he has become a staunch atheist, more effective than any political textbook.

Tang Xiucai frowned, and suddenly smiled: "By the way, Yi'er, Dad thought of a job." ”

"What job?"

"Set up a stall to write, I remember that there is a writing stall in front of Tianfei Palace, with a real master in charge, there will definitely be more and more pilgrims in Tianfei Palace in the future, and there will be more writing. Yes, that's it, Yi'er, you go home first, dad will go to Tianfei Palace. ”

Practicing stall writing, the easiest profession for a down-and-out scholar, look at the appearance of my father, I can't do anything else. Anyway, I don't expect him to get rich, just be able to support the two of them temporarily.

"Well, be careful!"

Tang Yi returned to the bamboo building, read the book for a while, and was a little dizzy, his body was still weak, and he lay on the small bed to meet Zhou Gong.

When I woke up, it was already dark, but my father didn't come back. Isn't there an accident, Tang Yi was so frightened that he hurriedly sat up, dressed up, and prepared to go out to have a look. Before he could get up, the door opened, and Tang Xiucai broke in, holding an oilpaper bag in his hand, and shook his joy.

"Yi'er, be hungry, two steamed buns, and two taels of pig's head meat, hurry up and eat."

Unfolding the oiled paper bag, the fragrance rubbed into his nostrils, and Tang Yi's stomach gurgled.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

"Hehe, you can eat quickly, Dad has eaten a meal in Tianfei Palace, it tastes really good, Dad will take you to taste it when I have time."

Tang Yi took a bite of the steamed bun and ate a few more slices of pig's head meat, and suddenly frowned.

"Dad, why did you go to the temple to eat?"

"Where else are you going if you don't go to Tianfei Palace?" Tang Xiucai's eyes widened: "Do you kid still doubt the true master?" That's really a monk who helps others, don't think about others with a dirty heart. Your father wanted to set up a writing stall, but there were no pen, ink, paper, inkstones, tables and chairs, and he happened to run into the little novice next to the master. After a while, he invited me in, and after chatting for a while, the master knew my situation, and lent me a table and chair for free, and gave me a new set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. I even set aside the best place at the entrance of the temple for me to set up a stall. What a kindness, when we are developed, we must not forget. ”

Is it really a sex change?

Tang Yi looked at his father suspiciously, "Did you really ask you to call the stall fee?" For example, fifty percent of the money that makes money every day returns to Tianfei Palace? ”

"Smack!"

Tang Xiucai was really angry, and in a fit of anger, he slapped the table.

"Yi'er, at such a young age, how can you always use malice to speculate on others? No matter what time it is, there are many good people in the world. The real master didn't want me to have one, remember, there is no stall fee! ”

The sun really came out of the west, and looking at his father's appearance, Tang Yi couldn't help but believe it.

"You really don't have to do anything, just give you the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

"Can't say that!" Tang Xiucai sighed and said: "Master Lizhen has just arrived at the Tianfei Palace, and the paint and paintings in it, the couplet inscriptions have fallen off, and there are many Buddhist scriptures that have been bitten by insects and rats, and they are incomplete, so they have to be copied again. There was a large stack on the master's table. I saw that he was working hard, and offered to help him copy the scriptures, you have to remember, my father took the initiative to put it forward, not the master of the family! ”

"That's not the same, why don't you want to think about it, why is he in front of you, isn't it a show!"

Tang Yi finally roared angrily, after listening to it for a long time, he thought he had met a good person, but he didn't expect to be waiting here!

"Dad, how many copies did you write for the stall today?"

"Two family letters, I earned 20 yuan, bought pig's head meat for 3 yuan, and there were 17 yuan left." Tang Xiucai said and took out the copper coin and put it on the table, "Take it, buy buns to eat tomorrow morning." ”

Tang Yi was completely crazy, "Dad, why don't you understand, let me ask you, how much is a Buddhist scripture worth?" ”

"This, how do I know. However, Buddhist scriptures should be more expensive than the four books and five scriptures, after all, there are very few printed and published, one or two taels of silver! ”

"Then how many Buddhist scriptures do you copy in a day?"

"I copied a semi-local scripture this afternoon."

"That's right!" Tang Yi clapped his hands vigorously, which frightened Tang Xiucai.

"Yi'er, don't always be surprised, it's all my willing."

"That's called Jiang Taigong's fishing wisher to take the bait." Tang Yi sat on the edge of the bed, his cheeks bulged out with anger, and he snapped his fingers and said: "Half a Buddhist scripture, even if it is eight coins of silver, converted into copper coins, there are at least six or seven hundred Wen, which is thirty times that of these coins!" ”

Tang Xiucai had never thought about it like this, but according to his son, he couldn't help but ponder, which seemed to make sense. Could it be that the big man was really taken away, no matter what, he couldn't label that amiable monk as oppressive and exploitative.

Tang Xiucai simply held his head and pretended to be an ostrich.

"Anyway, people didn't force it, I was willing to write it myself."

"That's where the real cunning comes in!" Tang Yi gritted his teeth and said: "A gentleman can be bullied, the old monk is determined to eat you!" ”