The people who came were two middle-aged monks, one with sparse eyebrows, tall and thin, wearing a washed white robe, between the eyebrows showed a light and elegant manner, and the pair of cloudy eyes seemed to be uninterested in anything, and they were groggy.

The other is just the opposite, with thick eyebrows and short and fat eyes, with a smile on his face from time to time, more like a businessman, like a businessman.

One of these two monks is called Kongding, the other is called Kongjing, one is a master of making tea, and the other is a pastry chef. The surname is indifferent, and the only interest is a love of writing and painting. There are a lot of pilgrims in this Lingyin Temple, many of whom are famous for these two monks, and they drink the tea of Kongjing and taste the cakes of Kongding, which is enough to show off.

Kongjing and Kongding love to write and paint, so they frame their respective works in this tea room, and the pilgrims who pass by come to admire them, and they are naturally full of praise. Therefore, in terms of calligraphy and painting, the two monks are still very conceited. Now that I have encountered a person like Shen Ao, I am not convinced. I came from the back kitchen to ask for a lesson or two.

Seeing that Shen Ao was young, he felt even more uncomfortable in his empty and quiet heart. They also said that they met a master, but who knew that it was a yellow-haired boy, and they were even more unconvinced.

Shen Ao now knew in his heart that the monks could beat people and martial arts, so he was not so arrogant. He stood up and bowed slightly to the two Zen masters with a smile: "Writing and painting is my interest, and I only know a little about it." ”

Kongjing is not good at words, only slightly clasped his palms in return, but empty and vigorous: "Great, the little donor criticized our clumsiness to nothing." My brother and sister were immersed in silver calligraphy and painting for some time, and they came to ask the donor for advice. ”

The provocation is very strong, it seems that the cultivation of these two monks is not very high, and the "three poisons" of Buddhism account for two, one is stupidity, and the other is anger. What Shen Ao is most afraid of is a bald head who is not deep in cultivation, and he will fight when he is angry. But since he came to the door, Shen Ao had no reason to back down, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's compare." ”

Kong Dingdao: "What kind of test method?" ”

Shen Ao smiled: "To compare, naturally there must be a lottery, if I win, the two Zen masters should not be a problem to help me do something." ”

The empty silence that has been silent said: "No, no, gambling starts from greed, it is one of the three poisons, we only try to paint, not gambling." ”

"It seems that this is still quieter and more honest, and the precepts are still remembered." Shen Ao thought to himself, and shook his head regretfully: "Since this is the case, it is not comparable." ”

Kong Ding couldn't hold his breath anymore, and said to Kong Jing: "Senior brother, we are not greedy for his money, and it is not greedy to gamble with him." ”

Kongjing still didn't agree, closed his eyes and went to recite the scriptures in a low voice, to exorcise the demons in his heart.

Shen Ao smiled and said, "It's better like this, if I lose, I'll be ordained a monk and become a monk with you, is that okay?" It's not greed. ”

"Wonderful!" Kong Ding was overjoyed, and continued with Shen Ao's words: "If this benefactor can be persuaded by us to leave the sea of suffering and fight forward, why not gamble? This is immeasurable merit. ”

Kong Jing was finally moved, nodded silently, so he taught people to find the four treasures of the study, at this time there happened to be pilgrims coming in, I heard that someone wanted to compare calligraphy and painting with monks, they were also full of interest, and they came around to see.

Kongding, Kongjing two took their own pen, soon into the state, they have been practicing the skills of calligraphy and painting for many years, familiar with the road, the layout is also very experienced, the ink on it, it caused a lot of pilgrims to applaud.

Shen Ao was not in a hurry, there were not many people around him watching, only Zhou Ruo and Xiang'er, Zhou Ruo watched him paint for the first time, Fang Cai's anger also disappeared, but he hesitated in his heart, not knowing who he hoped would win. The monk won, she felt uncomfortable, but Shen Ao won, remembering that Shen Ao had just teased her, and she was unwilling. She had mixed feelings.

Xiang'er's mind was much simpler, she watched Shen Ao put down the pen with great interest, and was very confident in Shen Ao, grinding for him while cheering for Shen Ao.

The novice named Shi Xiaohu was very enthusiastic, while looking at Shen Ao curiously, and at the same time going to Kongjing, Kongding's side, he didn't understand calligraphy and painting, he saw it was a lively one, and he heard the pilgrims say that the master and uncle wrote well and the paintings were good, so they laughed. Squeezed to Shen Ao's side to take a look, and when she met Zhou Ruo, Zhou Ruo was unhappy, and Miss Zhou remembered the little novice rolling her sleeves very well, and her brows were furrowed.

Shen Ao closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and as soon as he had a flash of inspiration, he went to look for a pen to paint, and he no longer cared about the things around him, and his clear eyes turned with the brush, and it was very easy to draw.

When Shen Ao was most serious, he was painting, with a pair of narrow eyes preoccupied, sometimes thick eyebrows locked, sometimes stretched, and sometimes open. Zhou Ruo secretly looked at Shen Ao on the side, and there was no more giggling on his handsome face, but instead he was calm and determined, that kind of concentration and confidence, which added a palpitating charm.

"This guy has serious times, this look is not annoying, it would be nice if he always looked serious." Zhou Ruo thought about it complicatedly, his clear eyes fell on Shen Ao's sharpened jaw, Zhou Ruo had to admit that this guy really had a good skin.

Zhou Ruo went to see the painting again, and a big-headed monk lying on the ground under Shen Ao's pen gradually took shape, and the monk held a bare head with one hand, with a smile on his face, this smile seemed to be mocking the world. Merely...... This painting seems to lack some aura, how to say, although the brush is exquisite, every arc is flawlessly outlined, but the person in the painting seems to be missing something.

"Didn't you say that Shen Ao's paintings were very good? I'm afraid this painting is only second-rate. Zhou Ruo pursed his lips, faintly worried about Shen Ao in his heart, and then his cheeks turned red, and he thought: "What am I worried about for him, it's good if this bad thing loses, teach him to remember his surname, don't offend people in vain." ”

Shen Ao sighed, straightened his waist, but his eyebrows were thick, he looked at the painting, and then began to meditate again, and then the brush stretched out slightly towards the painting, his expression was very solemn, as if he was doing a very difficult thing.

His brush touched the monk's eye socket slightly, then he withdrew his hand, exhaled softly, a few drops of cold sweat oozed from between his ears and temples, and muttered, "It's finally done." ”

Zhou Ruo went to see the painting again, and suddenly found that the painting was different, and the image of the monk was suddenly enriched, especially the pair of eyes, looking into the distance, and there were thousands of wisdom hidden in the depths.

"Good drawing." Zhou Ruo couldn't help but applaud.

Shen Ao painted, and then began to write at the registration place, the pen danced the dragon and snake, and the lines of small poems came out briskly, and they were quickly completed.

At this time, the empty and quiet calligraphy and painting were also completed, and the pen was put down, and he was eager to compete with Shen Ao.

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Today's second shift, and another shift in the evening.