"Wang Tian, what are you going to write?" Tang Ling was a little curious, she had heard Wang Tian say that she had taken a job before, but it was not clear what it was.

"I had to copy the Heart Sutra a few times. Wang Tian patted his head, took out his mobile phone and searched the original text of the "Heart Sutra" on the Internet, and saw that the number of words was not much, less than three hundred words, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to copy the Heart Sutra?"

"Why?"

"Do you like it?"

Tang Ling was a little curious about why Wang Tian chose this.

The full name of the Heart Sutra is the Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita, sometimes it is also called the Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita, which is the Heart Sutra of the Diamond Sutra to subdue its heart, the whole Sutra is only one volume of 260 words, but the status is extraordinary, its main content is emptiness and Prajna, which is recognized as the first classic and core of Mahayana Buddhism, and is the most widely known and popular Buddhist classic in the world.

Tang Ling has a grandmother who likes the Heart Sutra very much, and she reads it every day, but she doesn't know it after a long time.

Wang Tian shook his head, "Didn't you say it? I took a job, and the person who paid for it asked me to copy the Heart Sutra, and I copied the Heart Sutra." ”

Tang Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself what was wrong, Wang Tian had already said about the work, how could he be stunned and forget.

Wang Tian's five big and three coarse appearances, which is like eating fasting and chanting Buddha, the possibility of liking the "Heart Sutra" is almost zero.

Song Yun didn't know how much ink she had grinded, it seemed that she started with a memory, and now she is definitely a journeyman, and it didn't take long to grind out the ink with the right shade, shiny and shiny, and she felt very comfortable when she looked at it.

"You try. Song Yun put down the ink strip in her hand, turned her head and said to Wang Tian, "Let's see if this concentration is okay, if I feel that it is light, I will grind it again." ”

Wang Tian didn't pay so much attention to it, the scroll had already been spread out, smoothed and pressed, everything was ready, and the brush was soaked in thick ink and directly opened.

"And that's what you're writing about?"

Song Yun was taken aback.

Writing is the same as drawing, in order to achieve the best effect, you must first calm down, through breathing and other ways to adjust the state before writing, even if you don't even pay attention to this, then at least you have to look at the size of the scroll, ponder how to write the word layout, etc., these seemingly simple things will ultimately determine success or failure.

Wang Tian doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, just write when he picks up the pen, so that he can write good words?

Tang Ling frowned, Wang Tian stopped to look at his mobile phone after writing a few words, obviously not familiar with the "Heart Sutra" at all, he was really copying, normally speaking, shouldn't he memorize the "Heart Sutra" first, so that he could write it in his heart, so that he would not interrupt the penmanship and do it in one go?

"How can anyone write like that?"

"Could it be that I and Song Yun have guessed wrong, Wang Tian is not a person who can write calligraphy at all?"

Tang Ling couldn't help but mutter, Wang Tian's posture really didn't have a master's demeanor.

Wang Tian ignored Song Yun and Tang Ling, and copied the Heart Sutra word by word.

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"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. ”

"The color of the relics is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for thinking and acting knowledge. ”

......

What Tang Ling and Song Yun don't know is that Wang Tian's characters are not practiced since childhood but are skills obtained from the system, which belong to "black technology", and those that traditional calligraphy pays attention to have nothing to do with his line of money at all.

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"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old death, no suffering, no wisdom, no gain, and no gain. ”

......

Good word!

Really good words!

Song Yun looked at the small block that appeared on the paper, and the initial disappointment was suddenly replaced by a sigh.

Whether there is an expert or not, you will know when you shoot.

No matter whether you look like a master or not, whether you understand pen, ink, paper and inkstone, being able to write good words is the last word.

Wang Tian wrote good words, and everything else was not important.

Tang Ling's eyes were shining, although she was not as professional as Song Yun, her attainments were not bad, and she could naturally see that the word in front of her was not ordinary.

"Good words indeed!"

The more Tang Ling looked at it, the more he sighed, Wang Tian's word was really not a joke, when he looked at the hard pen words he wrote before, he speculated that the brush words were very good, but now it seems that it is still a little lower.

"Therefore, we know that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true. ”

......

"Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth of the Buddha ”

Wang Tian finished writing the last word and put down the brush.

"What do you think?"

Wang Tian looked up at Tang Ling and Song Yun, he knew that his handwriting was good, there was no doubt about it, Shen Du's words were needless to say, but he still wanted to hear their opinions, especially Song Yun, when Tang Ling introduced it just now, she said that she was from a family of calligraphers, her evaluation is very important, and she can directly determine the status of her words in the current Chinese book world, in other words, he didn't care too much about this matter before, but now it's different, you have to make money, words are your only means now, you can't figure it out.

Tang Ling turned his head to look at Song Yun, it was better for her to talk about this matter.

"Top twenty!"

Song Yun thought for a while and said a word without hesitation.

Top 20?

Wang Tian was stunned for a moment, he knew that it would be good, but he didn't expect it to be so high.

Huaxia is a big country of calligraphy, there are many talents, every dynasty has a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, Shen Du's words are very good, but it is really hard to say what kind of position it can be ranked.

"Top twenty?"

Wang Tian looked at Song Yun in disbelief.

"Not true. ”

Song Yun wrinkled her brows and thought for a while.

"Top five. ”

"Yes, definitely in the top five. ”

Song Yun nodded affirmatively.

"Top five?"

Tang Ling looked at Song Yun in surprise, she felt that it was okay when she said the top twenty before, Wang Tian's handwriting does have this level, which is already a very high evaluation, but what she didn't expect was that Song Yun said the top five words after thinking for a while, which was amazing.

"Song Yun, is there really such a high level?"

Tang Ling looked at Song Yun, and after a while, she still didn't believe it a little.

Song Yun didn't answer Tang Ling's words, stared at the written words tightly, her eyes showed a look of intoxication, and she said slowly after a long time.

"Top five. ”

"Absolutely, yes, there are definitely top five in this word. ”