Not to mention the surprise in the heart of the gray-clothed monk, in fact, I really have to thank the lazy father of Bai Huanye back then.

That's right, Bai Phantom Night can read and write, all because his father was lazy back then.

Originally, with Bai Pojun's virtue, he was too lazy to spend money for Bai Xuan's night study, and it would be good if he didn't use that money to buy more wine and drink.

However, when Bai Pojun first brought him to Xiyu City, he was only a little over four years old.

And at this time, Bai Huanye is just an ordinary child, that is, the kind of 'bear child' commonly known in the world, even if he is well-behaved, it is troublesome enough to take care of.

Bai Pojun was overwhelmed and annoyed, and in the end, in order to be lazy, he spent a few taels of silver and sent him to the academy to study for a few years.

Fortunately, at that time, Bai Pojun's hands were quite loose, and he didn't put a few taels of silver in his eyes, and spent them casually.

It wasn't until five years later that Bai Phantom Night grew into nine years old, and he was already more sensible and could play on his own.

In addition, after these five years, Bai Pojun has spent a lot of money and spent almost all of his family.

In order to save money, he could only tighten his belt, so he stopped reading at night and asked him to come back to help with things.

But five years is enough time for Bai Phantom Night to learn a lot of words, so this time the Burning Lamp Temple issued a notice to recruit pilgrims who can read and hyphenate scriptures, and he felt that it was the best opportunity.

And now, the five-year college experience has finally come in handy.

Although it is difficult to write a small block of rope, and it is easy to get tired after sitting for a long time, and it takes great perseverance to keep your wrists in the air for a long time, Bai Phantom Night has officially stepped into the practice, and the essence and energy flow slowly flow in his body, so it gives him a steady stream of strength to keep his spirit strong.

After only a few pillars of incense, the white phantom night copied to the end of the first article.

"Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra. It can get rid of all suffering, and it is true. Therefore, it is said that the Prajnaparamita mantra. That is to say, the mantra says: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para monk reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha!"

After the words were written, the white fantasy night brush was mentioned, and instantly rose from the paper, and a beautiful "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" appeared on his desk.

"Two more copies, it's enough!"

Bai Huanye looked at the Prajna Heart Sutra on the table with satisfaction, and was about to continue copying, when at this moment, a voice appeared around him: "You have passed, you don't need to continue copying, go directly to the inner room!"

"Huh?"

Bai Huanye was startled, looked up, and found a gray-clothed monk, I don't know how long he had been standing beside him, he concentrated on copying the scriptures, but he didn't find it.

Looking at the only one Prajna Heart Sutra on the table, and then looking at the satisfied expression of the gray-clothed monk, he immediately knew that it was this scripture that he copied and wrote to satisfy the other party, so that he could have such treatment.

Although the test is to copy a total of three scriptures, and all of them can be considered officially hired, he naturally does not have to stick to such a form.

Since Zhang Jinghai, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, can be hired directly without examination, then when the other party has recognized his writing skills, he does not have to waste time copying this useless scripture.

So, Shi Shiran stood up in the white hall, bowed deeply to the gray-clothed monk, and said, "Thank you!"

After speaking, he got up from his seat and walked directly towards the inner room where Zhang Jinghai, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, was.

All around, there was a commotion.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied when they saw that he was officially hired after only copying one article, but under the reprimand of the gray-clothed monk, they had to quickly calm down and continue copying.

In the scripture copying room, only the rustle of the pen falling on the paper was heard for a while, and the needle could be smelled quietly.

......

"Little brother, meet again. ”

As soon as Bai Huanye stepped into the inner room, Zhang Jinghai, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, seemed to have felt something, raised his head, glanced at him, and said with a smile.

"Master Zhang!"

At this time, knowing the identity of the other party, Bai Phantom Ye naturally would not be as lazy as before, and arched his hand and greeted.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as a half-academy background, but when he was there, the head of Sihai Academy has always been the current academy master 'Ink Pen Wenxiang' Zhang Lingxu, and he has never heard of the name Zhang Jinghai.

If he really used to be the master of the academy, it was very likely that it was more than ten years ago.

No wonder White Fantasy Night hadn't heard of it before.

But since they are all surnamed Zhang, I don't know what the relationship between him and the current Sihai Academy advocates spiritual void?

With this question in mind, Bai Phantom Ye sat down at an empty table next to him, right next to him.

A gray-clothed monk walked quickly from the door, holding a brand new set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand.

The pen is the best Linghu Baihao, the ink is a deep red blood ink ingot with the same color as blood, the paper is the best snow bamboo Lingxuan, and the inkstone is a famous thing.

On the small inkstone, in addition to the inkstone, there is also a thumb-sized spirit turtle lurking, with a short tail shrunk in the inkstone, and its head stretched out of the inkstone, shrinking its head and brain, lifelike.

As for this set of four treasures of the study room used to copy scriptures, Bai Phantom Night roughly estimated that it was worth at least dozens of gold.

It is worthy of being the first Buddhist temple in the West, and of course it is also the only Buddhist temple, with an amazing net worth.

At this time, the gray-clothed monk brought a set of dark blue scriptures and handed them to the white phantom night.

"Donor, the next thing you want to copy is this set of scriptures, you must keep it well, not damage, every day at the end of copying, someone will come to recycle, and verify your day's copying results, the same day settlement. ”

"Please!"

After saying this, the gray-clothed little monk made a one-handed Buddha salute to Bai Huanye, turned around and left.

"Scriptures!"

His eyes fell on the dark blue scripture, and Bai Phantom Ye was surprised to find that he didn't even see the name of the scripture.

And when I opened it, although Bai Phantom Night didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, it could be seen that this was not an ordinary Buddhist scripture, and the scriptures were rarely filled with a large number of vajra angry eyes, demon subjugation and demon exorcism.

"Could it be that the Six Demon Suppression Sutras?"

Bai Huanye has heard that among the Buddhist gates, there is a scripture, which is dedicated to the use of subduing demons and eliminating demons, and the idle monks do not practice, only the law enforcement monks in the temple, who need to study, once cultivated, there are all kinds of magical powers in it, and the mystery is incomparable.

Of course, even if ordinary people get this kind of scripture, it is useless, because there is no Buddhist mind that matches it, and it will not have the slightest effect at all.

However, if it is really the Six Demon Suppression Sutras, and then written by the spiritual blood ink ingot, it definitely has extraordinary Buddha power.

If it is used by someone who has a deep understanding of the Dharma, it will be incredibly powerful.

With a move in his heart, Bai Huanye faintly understood what the Burning Lamp Temple was doing with such fanfare and asking someone to copy the scriptures at any cost.

There is no other, only one answer.

That's to deal with the return of the white ape.