"Poof......" It was Yu Lang who laughed out loud.

"Master, don't be kidding." There were some tears in the corners of Yu Lang's eyes, and it took a long time to restrain himself from laughing.

Isn't this a common tactic used by charlatans out there?

Xiaoyou, I see that your bones are amazing, you have a unique wisdom root, you are a talent, I have a secret book of "Mighty King Kong Palm" here, ten texts and one volume, do you want it?

This old monk who doesn't seem to be smiling is really humorous.

Although others may not think so, they do not take the old monk's words seriously.

said that Yu Lang has a wisdom root, could it be that this old monk still wants to make the grandson of the dignified Jinshi a monk?

Master Yin Zhen didn't answer Yu Lang's words, but he suddenly stood up and walked straight to the desk.

"The ink is ready, you don't have to work hard." Venerable Yin Zhen folded his hands, bowed slightly, and bowed to everyone.

What did he just say? Already have good ink?

Hearing this, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, and looked at Master Yinzhen in unison.

"The master said that there is good ink, that is, there is already good ink." Old Lady Yu coughed lightly.

Several of the Yu clan's disciples who were gathered around the table immediately understood Old Lady Yu's words, bowed their heads and dispersed, giving the table to Master Yinzhen.

The table was already covered with thick but not hard Tibetan scripture paper, and Venerable Yin Zhen put his hands into a copper basin filled with water, washed his hands, and dried them with a cloth towel.

Immediately, his right hand flicked lightly in the void above the desk, and the paper shook slightly, as if countless invisible dust had drifted away with the breeze brought by this breeze.

After doing this, Master Yin Zhen stood in front of the desk, but he was not in a hurry to pick up the pen, but raised his head and quietly looked outside the house.

The sun outside the house is warm, the grass is green, from time to time there are a few lively birds flying by, making a crisp and cheerful chirping sound, peaceful and peaceful, perhaps the quiet atmosphere in the house is affected, looking at everything outside the house, the impetuous hearts of the people in the house are also inexplicably calmed down.

Clean hands, clean cases, end the body, mindfulness.

After doing all this, Venerable Yin Zhen picked up his pen.

On the desk, there are inkstones of different materials and shapes, all of which are carefully ground out by the children of the Fangcai clan with various ink ingots, and the color and texture are all of the upper middle level, and the room exudes a quiet ink fragrance.

Everyone stretched their necks to watch his movements, just to see what kind of "good ink" he just said.

What was the result, everyone actually had a rough guess in their hearts, and their eyes couldn't help but drift to Yu Pei.

It is difficult to say that Yu Lang really asked Mr. Song to personally study the ink and bring it over, but the rough ink of the tile inkstone that Yu Lang brought just now was obviously not from Mr. Song's hand.

Everyone present has a higher attainment in pen and ink, and it is none other than Yu Pei.

In the end, it is an outstanding figure in the grandchildren of the clan, even if Yu Pei wins, everyone is convinced.

Although they had the answer in their hearts, everyone still paid attention to Master Yinzhen's actions, only to see him holding his sleeve with one hand, holding the pen in his right hand and stretching out, and the sleek and vigorous pen was steadily immersed in a touch of ink.

This......

Everyone looked at each other.

How can this be?

The master just dipped it in the inkstone, right?

Is that the so-called good ink?

Yu Pei's face flashed slightly, and he glanced at Yu Lang without a trace, and then quickly lowered his eyes, covering the look under his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking again.

Yu Lang had a big smile on his face, his Xiaoxia sister was awesome, the ink grinded with tile inkstone and ordinary ink strips was actually favored by this old monk, even if this old monk has vision!

Others were full of questions, and some already had a look of resentment on their faces.

said that my family didn't have good ink, and tossed everyone for a long time, but the so-called good ink that was finally selected turned out to be like this!

Everyone was unconvinced, it was quite reluctant to be called over to do these things inexplicably, although they have the distinction between the descendants and the concubines, and there are also the side branches of the family, but most of them are still pampered young masters, who follow the scholars all the year round, in addition to pleasing the elders in the family, how have they ever done the things of grinding for others?

Now for the sake of a poor monk of unknown origin, let them grind it with their own hands, but they lost to Yu Lang, who had been in Class B for seven or eight years and was not motivated?

It's just that Old Lady Yu was present, and everyone didn't dare to make a mistake, so they could only endure the anger in their hearts and wait for Master Yinzhen to finish writing the scriptures.

Master Yinzhen looked solemn, and there were words in his mouth, but his voice was too slight to distinguish what he was reading, and his hand moved his pen steadily, writing unhurriedly.

If there were other people in the Xuanmen Sect present, you could see that the golden symbols kept floating out of the lips that Yin Zhen was constantly closing, and then it seemed to be pulled by a suction force, submerging into the running pen tip, and finally as the pen tip slid on the yellowish paper, the golden light sank into the seemingly ordinary Tibetan scripture paper.

And Master Yinzhen, with a solemn and peaceful light all around him, makes people can't help but calm down and no longer be troubled by the world.

With the last stroke, Master Yinzhen's lips closed.

Everyone felt as if a golden light flashed, and then quickly annihilated, the room was still the same, and the scriptures seemed to have no special place, lying quietly on the desk, as if nothing had happened.

"Amitabha, the scriptures have been copied, and it is time for the poor monk to leave."

As he spoke, Master Yin Zhen folded his hands together at Old Lady Yu, bowed, and said goodbye.

"Master, what you said earlier ......"

Seeing that Master Yin Zhen was leaving, Old Lady Yu hurriedly stood up from her chair and asked.

"With a single thought of compassion, emptiness and clarity enter Bodhi. If the heart is less delusional, it is great progress. After these two words, Master Yinzhen lowered his eyes and kept silent.

Old Madam Yu understood that this was what the master didn't want to say any more, and those two sentences were already a nod to that matter.

Although I didn't hear what I wanted to hear, it was not good to continue to entangle, and Mrs. Yu understood the truth of accepting it when she saw it, so she respectfully thanked Master Yinzhen and saluted.

Master Yinzhen turned around and walked out, walking in front of several teenagers, but stopped.

Several teenagers were very dissatisfied with the monk's choice of ink, but because of Mrs. Yu's respect for him, they had the heart to question, but they hesitated for a long time and finally didn't say anything.

Master Yinzhen's gaze swept over Yu Pei's body, and then fell on Yu Lang.

"All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you will see them as they are. This string of Vajra Bodhi was given to the little benefactor. ”

Yu Lang didn't have time to open his mouth to refuse, only to feel a flower in front of him, and he didn't know what happened, and when everyone came back to their senses, Yu Lang had an extra string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

The monk who was still talking in the room disappeared.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a freshly copied scroll of scriptures on the desk, no one would have believed that there was an ascetic monk standing in this room.

On the side, there were already clever clan disciples who picked up the scriptures with their hands and feet, lowered their heads and respectfully handed them to Mrs. Yu.

Old Lady Yu took the scriptures, and when she looked at it, she suddenly showed a shocked look.

"This scripture is copied in Sanskrit!"