"Master Minghui!"

"Yikes! Master Minghui is here! ”

As soon as Master Minghui entered the water pavilion, he was surrounded by everyone.

At this time, even the teenagers and girls who were talking and laughing in the corner were alarmed, Qi Luo immediately stood up and squeezed straight into the crowd, she came for Master Minghui.

I saw a group of young novices in their teens surrounded by a round-faced monk with kind eyebrows, white beard and ruddy face.

The gray monk's robe is wide and wide, making the round-faced monk look a bit fairy-like, this is Master Minghui, the abbot of the Tangguang Temple.

Qi Luo has not seen Master Minghui for several years, and the master often travels around and does not often return to Tangguang Temple.

Qi Luo remembered that the last time he saw Master Minghui, the master's beard and hair were not yet completely white, and his body was thin, but this goodbye was getting richer.

Many of the scribes present came because of Master Minghui.

Knowing that Master Minghui would give paintings to people who were destined, everyone was grinding their hands.

Those who are good at danqing have made great efforts and brought their most proud works, hoping to be appreciated by the master and become the destined person.

Master Minghui's danqing is a must. He is best at painting landscapes and people, especially people.

On the third floor of the water pavilion, where the scenery is the best, there has already been a bookcase, and the case is readily available, and the first-class pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been placed.

Master Minghui, with a smile on his face, holding the Buddha beads in his hand, took a few small novices along the way, and slowly walked into the third floor.

Only two small novices were instructed, leaving to choose the destined person.

Only those who are destined to enter the third floor of the water pavilion can enter.

The two novices are delicate and cute, and one of them is the youngest.

Turning his small black eyes, he looked at the crowd, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donors, please stay!" Painting should be quiet and not moving. Too many bystanders can't come out with that peerless work. I think everyone who loves painting must know this. It's not that my master doesn't want to communicate with everyone. ”

After hearing this, everyone nodded like pounding garlic:

"The little master has a point. I'm also a lover of painting, and I don't like to be watched by others when I paint. ”

"That's true, that's what everyone is like!"

What a mouthful! Seeing that things were going in the direction he imagined, the little novice nodded with satisfaction.

"Then please ask the little master to quickly choose someone who is destined." Someone can't wait to speak.

Xiao Shami cleared his throat, "Then please donors, line up in two lines." ”

I saw that the gray-robed little novice took out a sandalwood box from the cloth bag he was carrying, and there were about dozens of sandalwood chips in the box.

Xiao Shami followed the crowd, first glanced at it, and then circled around the crowd, looking at them one by one.

But all those who were seen by the little novice stood up nervously and were silent for a while.

The little novice then took out the beads, closed his eyes, and recited silently for a while, and then took the sandalwood boxes by the other little novices and distributed them one by one.

There seemed to be no pattern in the distribution, and the two sons of the Shen family were equally divided into sandalwood chips, Qi Luo and Sang Yang also got them, plus Min Xingzhi and Miss Chen. About 30 people have already received sandalwood chips from destined people.

The people here are a little confused, the paintings brought by this have not yet been taken out of the sleeves, how can this fate have already been selected?

"Dare to ask the little master, how was this destined person chosen?"

Xiao Shami, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, the Buddha said unspeakable." ”

A crowd of people waiting........................

Could it be that this destined person is chosen according to his official position and money? That's not right either! The son of the county guard was not chosen? The little lady who sells tofu in the market, why did she choose it?

Shi Zhao, Sixi, Chang Yue and Qiu Yue, the eight eyes looked at each other.

Could it be that the master chose the master? That's not right! What happened to the maid in the county mansion? If you don't understand, then stay on the second floor! Anyway, I can't understand the poems, and I can't understand the paintings, too!

That's still delicious! Qiu Yue just took out the raisins, and was coaxed by a few in an instant, fortunately it was not relative every day, otherwise it would have been thin!

It's just that the 30 or so people selected are all quite handsome. No, no, no! The host of the dignified Tangguang Temple, how can he look at his face? If it's a face, then I should choose it too, right? Wang Zhao decided that this must be the Buddha's instructions!

Everyone thought that since they couldn't become that destined person, they would continue to write poems on the second floor. After turning around, when Minghui finishes presiding over the painting, he will definitely go downstairs for everyone to appreciate.

I thought I could see Master Minghui painting on the spot, but it's a pity!

A group of more than 30 people went up to the third floor of the water pavilion.

Seeing everyone go upstairs, Master Minghui put his palms together, twisted the Buddha beads and said, "Amitabha, donors are invited." ”

Immediately, Master Minghui took a sign from the sign holder on the bookcase and handed it to Sang Yang.

"Someone who is destined is this son."

All.........

Master, do you want to be so casual when you choose someone who is destined?

Hello, the bucket is also pumped, you don't pay attention to it!

Sang Yang was stunned!

"Thank you Master Minghui, it's just that Ziyu is not good at Danqing........."

All.....................

What should I do if I suddenly feel like a good cabbage being arched by a pig?

Master Minghui smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, the old man just chooses people who are destined, and it doesn't matter if he can draw or not." ”

The white-clothed man in the crowd stepped forward and bowed and said, "Master Minghui, I don't know how the master's destined person was chosen?" From a young age, you have studied your paintings.

I have some opinions about your paintings, and today I also brought a picture of the people I made, and I also asked Master Minghui to guide me. ”

Min Xingzhi is neither humble nor arrogant, quite graceful, Master Minghui stroked his beard, smiled and nodded.

"This son, today's destined person, is the person who was destined for Minghui back then. There is no standard that can be spoken, it is all fate. And don't worry, don't worry, wait for the old man to finish painting later, let's communicate together, okay? ”

"But listen to what Master says."

After speaking, Master Minghui spread out the hemp drawing paper, took a large sheep's hair, first dipped it in water, and then dipped it in ink to make out clear ink, and then dipped it in thick ink on the tip of the pen.

The pen turns from thick to clear, from real to virtual, from near to far. With only a few strokes, he sketched the sassy character who whipped and galloped on a horse.

The snow-white horse under the crotch, the wanton hair, the flying robe, and the shining Danfeng eyes.

It's Sang Yang!

Everyone is more and more envious, it turns out that this destined person not only has to paint, but also can enter the painting!

Master Minghui has never even painted the emperor!

How to choose a destined person?

Not to mention so many people, Wang Zhao guessed right. That's right! This is a fateful person, Master Minghui is chosen by looking at his face!