After eating in the afternoon, Zhou Cai and Zhou Zihe were busy like every day in the past.

It's still early.

Zhou Ang opened the things he got back from Chen in the afternoon one by one on his bookcase.

The ink is a good pine smoke ink, there should have been a special fragrance, not top-notch, but it must be the past Zhou Ang can't afford to use, pick it up and put it on the tip of the nose to smell lightly, there is an indescribable elegant fragrance.

The pen is of the highest quality, tough and full of bones.

The paper is fine Takekawa paper. Delicate and neat white, even faintly shiny.

Needless to say, the paper has been uniformly cut, about 30 centimeters wide, that is, one foot eight inches, the length should be four feet eight inches, estimated that one meter owes a little, about 90 centimeters, is the popular so-called "eighty-eight paper".

Count it, the roll of paper given by Uncle Chen Jing is a total of thirty-five.

This is a typical practice to write long papers.

There are a total of five copies of the Diamond Sutra, each of which has six sheets of paper, and there is a redundancy of five sheets, which is error-proofing.

It's not easy to do this kind of work.

If it is a piece of small paper, after writing a book, this kind of work is easy to do, the error tolerance rate is high, writing a wrong word, it is just a waste of a small piece of paper, the cost is limited, but this kind of large paper, although it can be written in a single sheet and then glued together, so that it is connected into a "roll", but the fault tolerance rate is still greatly reduced.

If you don't pay attention to writing a wrong word, not only will you waste a very expensive piece of paper, but also the hundreds of words written in front of you will be invalidated. There is also time wasted.

In this way, the price of a copy of fifty texts is actually not too expensive.

Thinking in his heart, he took out a piece of paper, put away the rest first, unfolded and smoothed the paper on the bookcase, and pressed the paperweight, Zhou Ang habitually examined it, thinking about the way to write.

In these years, the brush is the only writing tool, and the amount of paper is placed here, and the number of words is placed there, so you basically know how big the words should be.

But it's still necessary to compare your hands and calculate again.

Because I can't afford to make mistakes.

After calculating the numbers, Zhou Ang took a deep breath and began to study ink.

The work of studying ink is actually the work of meditation - he has been quite unquiet in the past few days, and he feels especially depressed today. He didn't even know how many days he would live if he couldn't find the middle-aged man to save his life.

This time depends entirely on when the fox demon finds out that he is still alive, and he is completely out of his control.

It stands to reason that people in this state are really not suitable for such delicate work as copying scriptures.

But Zhou Ang still forced himself to calm down.

The engraved printing line bound book "Diamond Sutra" is spread out on the desk, and the things are pressed well.

Lift the pen and lick the ink.

He took a deep breath and wrote down the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra in earnest.

The reason for the puja is divided into first

When I heard this, at one time, the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and there were 1,250 people with the great bhikkhus. At that time, when the world-honored one was eating, he wore clothes and held a bowl, and went into the city to beg for food. In the city, he begged and returned to this place. After eating, the mantle is collected, the feet are washed, and the seat is sitting.

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There are no verses to read, and the scriptures are not very familiar.

In his two lifetimes, Zhou Ang had no study of Buddhism.

If you read it in a previous life, you would definitely find it difficult to recite this scripture, but in this life, regardless of the literary style, the foundation is really deep, and you will not feel embarrassed at all when you read this scripture.

When he first began to write, he was extremely cautious, reading a paragraph, reciting it silently, and then carefully putting it down to paper.

Writing like this, of course, is extremely slow.

But writing and writing, I don't know if I was gradually immersed in this matter, and at a certain moment, Zhou Ang felt that his state seemed a little weird.

It's as if I've forgotten everything, and my whole body is completely in this one thing.

Still as just now to read a paragraph and recite a paragraph, and then put down the pen, but inexplicably I felt that my mind was becoming clearer and clearer, only a quick glance, the two pages of scripture were already in the eye, and I felt that I could already read and recite, and immediately happily put down the pen, the font was not stagnant, neat and swaying. Looking back, word for word.

This state is quite magical.

Turning the page in the middle, the ink is not enough to study more, and the writing on one paper and the other paper does not interrupt this wonderful rhythm at all.

Even writing, he vaguely felt that all the pores on his body were gradually opened, just like when he got up in the morning to do tai chi, there was a trace of cool air along all the open pores on Zhou's body, drilling into his body - this not only made his mind clearer, but also his body was extremely comfortable and useful.

It wasn't until a certain moment suddenly, as if someone was calling his name, that Zhou Ang suddenly woke up - when he looked back, it was his mother Zhou Caishi standing at the door and said: "If you really want to continue writing, you should also write again with the lamp in your hand, writing like this is bad for your eyes." ”

Zhou Ang suddenly came back to his senses, and then he was shocked to realize that the sky was almost completely dark.

But just now, he clearly felt that the handwriting on the scripture was extremely clear, and he didn't feel that there was any problem with his eyesight!

He subconsciously lowered his head to look at the scriptures, but saw that the sky was dark, and the scriptures were already blurry, and then looked at the large paper he copied, and even could only vaguely identify the handwriting, knowing that he had probably written there—the wordless part was faintly white.

He couldn't help but be amazed.

Hurriedly palmed the lamp with his hands and feet, and looked at it again, on the top of the stack of handwritten notebook threads on the bookcase, he had already copied four pages, and the one on hand had already written most of it.

Roughly estimated, during the period just now, I have copied about 4,000 words!

Although there is no accurate time, when I sit down after eating, it is about half past three to four o'clock in the afternoon, and now at the beginning of summer, when it is so dark, my mother will come in and remind me that it is only seven o'clock in the sky—about three hours?

In three hours, I actually copied 4,000 words of scripture!

This is calligraphy!

And I didn't feel tired at all!

Zhou Ang was surprised!

At this time, he was subconsciously a little worried about whether the scriptures he had copied in the dark just now could be that he had hallucinated, so he carefully took the four pages of scriptures that had been written, spread them out in front of him and read them carefully from the beginning.

In the first half of the first page, the handwriting is heavy, and it is indeed the handwriting of the original Zhou Ang that I easily picked up after crossing over.

But by the second half of the first page, his handwriting seems to have begun to change.

Stretch and square.

Turning the second page, it is more and more stretched and clear.

The so-called sprinkling, but that's it.

And by the time the third and fourth pages were written, and the fifth page was halfway through, even Zhou Ang, who had never written calligraphy in his previous life, and relied on a little bit of the memory fragments left by his predecessor, had already seen that this font was already in a trance.

And the key thing is that after reading the whole 4,000 words, there is not a single typo!

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Lying in front of the oil lamp, I read it again page by page, as steady as Zhou Ang, and I couldn't help but whisper: ", the writing is so beautiful!"