"White Fantasy Night. ”

"Age?"

"Sixteen!"

"Sixteen?"

The gray-clothed monk looked up in shock.

Well, he'd been shocked enough times today, once as a dean of a hall college who had come here as a scribe, and now, a sixteen-year-old kid had popped up.

At the age of sixteen, can you also come and copy the scriptures?

Of course, age is not a problem, but in his heart, he always can't help but feel that a sixteen-year-old little fart, how can he have the determination to do such a boring and delicate thing?

I'm afraid I'm going to run away if I don't do it for a day or two.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

He is only responsible for keeping records, and it is not up to him to decide whether to recruit or not.

"Do you know how to read?"

He looked at Bai Phantom Night and asked unconfidently.

After all, in this era, it is not easy for mortals to live, and it is really a luxury to be literate again.

And Bai Phantom Night, at a glance, he knew that his family would not be rich, otherwise he would not have to come here to copy the scriptures.

Then, even fewer children from poor families can read and write.

No wonder he asked.

Who knows, in the face of this question, Bai Phantom Ye didn't think about it, and replied affirmatively: "Yes." ”

"Huh?"

The gray-clothed monk saw that Bai Huanye said categorically, this kind of thing cannot be faked, because the next thing is to pass the test, only the copied scriptures are qualified, and the font is beautiful and neat, it is possible to be hired, and there is no need to lie now.

So, although it was strange, he didn't say anything, reached out and took out a black token that was the same as the one that Fang had just issued to Zhang Jinghai, handed it to Bai Huanye and said: "Here you go, enter the scripture copying room, someone will take you to the test, if you pass, you can stay." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and said like the middle-aged Zhang Jinghai just now: "But copying scriptures is hard work, every word must be written neatly, half a pen is not bad, you may not be able to adapt to it, you must prepare early." ”

"Thanks for the reminder. ”

Although he had full confidence in himself in his heart, these two people were only kind reminders, and it was inconvenient for him to refute them loudly for this.

Anyway, as long as they pass, after a few days, they will naturally be impressed.

Holding the token like a black bamboo stick, Bai Phantom Night, under the leadership of a gray-clothed monk, also stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

I saw that the scripture pavilion in this lamp-burning temple was arranged thick and solemn, the first floor was the hall, the second floor was the bookshelf, and there was a rotating escalator on the wall next to it to go up.

Bai Phantom Night looked up, only to see brass wall lamps, lined up on the surrounding stone walls, shaped like a hovering fire dragon, shining in the entire scripture pavilion, a bright yellow.

A small number of monks were inspecting and proofreading the bookshelves, and when they found that there were damp, moth-eaten, and corroded scriptures, they took them down and put them aside.

In the corner of the hall, there is a small corner door, and entering is a huge room, in which there are dozens of scribes of different ages and different identities, who are writing at the desk, and next to them, several gray-clothed monks, with their hands behind their backs, constantly walking back and forth between them.

Above the room, three small black characters in the scripture copying room are clearly visible.

"Please ......"

The gray-clothed monk did not lead Bai Huanye towards the bookshelf on the second floor, but directly led him into the corner door to the room called the 'scripture copying room', and then led him to sit down on an empty seat.

Finally, he brought him a set of four treasures of the study, and said: "Donor, this temple copies the scriptures, and it will only be hired if the test is qualified, this is a set of "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", a total of only a few hundred words, the donor needs to copy three copies first, to make sure that there is no problem, before officially hiring, and other scripture copying work." ”

"Well, understood. ”

In this regard, Bai Phantom Night was not surprised or resisted.

After all, in this room, there are more than ten people at a glance, so many people, gathered here, naturally not all of them are scripture copyists recruited by the Burning Lamp Temple, but are tested here.

Otherwise, if the handwriting is not qualified, or even if you don't know how to write at all, you will simply fish in troubled water here, and in the end the fish will not be able to touch it, and it will be a waste of time.

Therefore, it is natural to need a selection process.

Trying to copy a scripture is the best way to do it.

He sat behind the table, rolled up his sleeves and carried the pen, dipped it in ink and laid paper, and then opened a piece of the Prajna Heart Sutra sent by the gray-clothed monk on the side, opened it and looked at it, and then picked up the pen from the first word: "When the Bodhisattva is in the contemplation of freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering." The relics ......" and so on, and began to copy them.

However, he found that behind this room, there was another room.

At this time, Zhang Jinghai, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who previously claimed to be the former president of Sihai Academy, was sitting in that room, writing hard, and the pen in his hand was running like a dragon and snake, and a rigorous and neat Buddhist scripture was copied and completed.

And in that room, there were four or five scribes like him, who were copying, but not quite the same as in this room.

After just one glance, Bai Phantom Ye couldn't help but let out a soft "um", and found that the four treasures of the study they used were very different, not only more exquisite, but the strangest thing was that the ink, which was the same color as blood, exuded a faint fragrance, even if it was so far away, Bai Phantom Ye could smell it clearly.

And the scriptures they copied were completely different.

Pieces of snow-white rice paper were dragged to the ground, and the scriptures copied on them were as red as blood, exuding a faint spiritual pressure.

"Scarlet scriptures?"

The white phantom night's eyes changed slightly.

This sutra is not like the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", it should be a real sutra, obviously Zhang Jinghai and several others have already started their own work, but I don't know, what kind of sutra is it, it doesn't seem to be simple?

Just looking at the room full of blood-colored scriptures copied in that room, Bai Phantom Night couldn't help but feel a tingle in his scalp.

What is the purpose of copying so many of these scriptures?

However, that Zhang Jinghai was one step ahead of himself, why did he enter so quickly, is this just a test, and that side is the real candidate.

Thinking that six people had been selected, Bai Huanye was a little anxious in his heart, and hurriedly continued to pick up the pen and copied it downward.

He writes smoothly and writes freely, not at all like a novice.

For Zhang to go in so early, Bai Huanye thought about it and understood.

He is the dean of the academy, so there is no need to test, because the yellow-clothed monk 'Yuchan' has already confirmed his identity in person.

How can the dean of the college be illiterate?

And how can the words be written ugly?

Therefore, he directly omitted this inspection process in order to get into work so quickly.

But Bai Phantom Night and the others are different, but they can't omit this project.

Then copy it!

The body sits upright, the wrist hangs in the air, concentrating, word by word, like a trickle, from his brush quickly hooked, unexpectedly, it is a very beautiful hand.

A gray-clothed monk happened to pass by Bai Phantom Night, and he was looking at it casually like a normal patrol, but he couldn't help but stand still, his eyes fell on the paper on the table in front of Bai Phantom Night, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and he said softly.

In this world, it is not easy for those who can understand words, and even fewer can understand words and write beautifully and beautifully.

Bai Huanye, a young descendant, has such a beautiful hand, how did he learn it?