Liaozhai: A scholar should draw a sword

Chapter 171 Bai Suzhen

Ying Ning has always been honest, she wasn't targeting anyone, she just muttered her own opinion in a low voice: "This word is so-so..."

This is a matter of vision.

Seriously speaking, Fang Wenyuan's calligraphy is indeed better than many others, otherwise he would not stand out and be regarded as a famous calligrapher.

Of course, there are also factors that people in the circle praise.

But for Ying Ning, not to mention Zhou Yu's handwriting, even her own handwriting is better than this.

Including the students Zhou Yu taught back then, there are also many masters of calligraphy.

Although Ying Ning's voice was low, it was still heard by a scholar-like man standing beside him.

This guy might be Fang Wenyuan's admirer, he was unhappy when he heard this, and immediately glanced at Ying Ning...

Ying Ning's attire is very ordinary at the moment, like an ordinary citizen.

So, he dismissed it even more, and said in a condescending tone: "What do you know? What nonsense are you talking about here?"

Having said that, many people glanced over.

"What's wrong, Brother Chen?"

Someone couldn't help asking.

The scholar pointed at Ying Ning, and said angrily: "This kid actually said that Mr. Fang's handwriting is so-so, isn't that ridiculous?"

"Forget it, why bother with a boy?"

This "little servant" irritated Ying Ning, after all, this title was full of contempt.

So, Ying Ning said loudly: "The writing is so-so, what's wrong? Why don't people tell the truth?"

"Husband..." Bai Min'er couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yu.

"It's okay." Zhou Yu smiled and waved his hands: "Let this girl play freely."

In fact, the two did not speak, they communicated with their spiritual consciousness, and no one else could hear them at all.

Hearing Ying Ning's words, Fang Wenyuan was not happy anymore, and said coldly: "So, is this little brother a calligrapher hidden in the market?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you think Mr. Fang's handwriting is mediocre, so write a picture and see."

In the end, Ying Ning sneered back: "If you all dislike a horse's slow running, don't you want to become a horse and compete with it to see who is faster?
If you think the dishes made by the chef are not delicious, do you all have to cook for yourself? "

"you……"

"You're clearly being clever..."

"Nonsense..."

"Amitabha……"

Seeing the panic-stricken look of the crowd, Zhou Yu couldn't help but stepped forward and patted Ying Ning's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Why don't you show your hand?"

"Ok."

The husband opened his mouth, Ying Ning naturally did not refuse, went to the table and spread out the paper, picked up a pen and dipped in ink...

As the saying goes, once a connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if it is there.

Ying Ning hadn't started writing yet, the process of just laying out paper, grabbing a pen and dipping ink, made people feel that it was not as simple as an ordinary person.

It's like a master's move. Before you make a move, just making a gesture can deter your opponent.

Afterwards, Ying Ning moved his brush like flying, and also wrote four big characters, presumably for a comparison, he also wrote the four characters Purdue sentient beings.

After finishing writing, the scene was completely silent.

Those onlookers who were holding back their energy and wanted to ridicule, but at this moment they looked at me and I looked at you, and they didn't know how to speak for a while.

Including Fang Wenyuan, their expressions kept changing as they stared intently at Ying Ning's writing.

"Amitabha..." Finally, an old monk opened his mouth, and the words were mixed: "The handwriting of the two benefactors is very good."

In fact, it can be regarded as a disguised compliment, comparing Ying Ning's writing with Fang Wenyuan's.

After all, one is a well-known calligrapher in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other is an ordinary commoner who is not even known as a scholar.

However, someone was not convinced: "This little brother's handwriting is indeed good, but compared with Mr. Fang's handwriting, it lacks a bit of masculinity..."

After saying this, someone immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, why do I feel like it was written by a woman?"

"There is more than beauty but not enough charm..."

Once someone started, many people expressed their opinions one after another.

Of course, what some of them said made sense. Ying Ning's handwriting did lack a bit of grandeur, but this is also understandable.

After all, she is a woman, and her handwriting is indeed softer.

Fortunately, that Fang Wenyuan still had self-knowledge, and bowed to Ying Ning: "I didn't expect the little brother to have such profound calligraphy skills. Fang has learned a lot. Dare I ask who the little brother studied under?"

Ying Ning smiled and cupped her hands: "Thank you, this is my husband."

Ying Ning pointed at Zhou Yu.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Yu.

"Hello, everyone!"

Zhou Yu smiled and cupped his hands.

Fang Wenyuan also cupped his hands: "Fang Wenyuan, I wonder if I have the honor to see your calligraphy?"

After all, he was still somewhat unconvinced.

Zhou Yu didn't refuse, and said with a smile, "Then I'll show my shame."

He didn't want to show off, he didn't come to Jinshan Temple for fun, but with a purpose.

So he walked to the desk and said to a monk in the temple, "May I ask if there are regular scripts in the temple?"

Big case pen, that is, a large pen, is used to write large characters.

"Yes, yes, benefactor, wait a moment, smart, go and get a big script."

"Yes, elder."

A young novice responded and hurried to the backyard.

After a while, a block pen was brought out.

"Thank you little master."

Zhou Yu took the brush, dipped it in ink, and hung his wrists on the paper in one go.

He only wrote one word: Zen!

"Clang, clang, clang..."

As soon as I finished writing, the bell in the temple suddenly rang for a long time, echoing in the sky for a long time.

What's even more amazing is that a rainbow appeared in the sky above the temple, and Sanskrit sounds could be faintly heard.

"Mum Amitabha!"

All the monks in the temple turned around one after another and chanted Buddha's name in the direction of the main hall.

A group of pilgrims and tourists also looked at the sky in surprise...

Fahai was sitting quietly in the meditation room, and after sensing the movement, he couldn't help but walked out, looking up at the rainbow over the temple.

Later, take a step towards the direction of the main hall.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

"Grandmaster……"

Seeing Fa Hai approaching, the monks in the temple and all the pilgrims saluted one after another.

In Jinshan Temple, in terms of seniority, Fa Hai was considered a younger generation, but no one dared to dissatisfy him as the host.

"Master Fahai, we meet again." Zhou Yu smiled and stepped forward to salute.

"It's you?" Fa Hai was a little surprised. Then, he glanced at the three girls standing beside Zhou Yu, and his brows frowned.

"That's right, I came here today to talk to the master."

Fahai didn't speak, but glanced at the word "Zen" on the desk, stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name.

Then he glanced at Zhou Yu and said, "Is this written by the benefactor?"

"Exactly!"

"Excellent, excellent! Great Elder, expand this word and engrave a stele outside the hall."

"Yes, abbot!"

"Almsgiver, please follow me to the meditation room for a talk."

"Thank you, Master."

Seeing Fa Hai leading Zhou Yu and his party to the backyard in person, all the pilgrims couldn't help talking.

"Who is this person?"

"do not know……"

"It's rare for Master Fahai to come out to greet him in person, presumably he is not an ordinary person..."

"How can ordinary people write such Zen-like characters?"

At the same time, the monks in the temple were also very surprised, because they had already asked each other, and no one had rang the bell before.

That means that the bell in the temple rings by itself.

After entering the meditation room, Zhou Yu introduced the identities of Bai Min'er, Mo Chou, and Ying Ning before Fa Hai could speak.

"Master, Min'er has practiced since she was a child, Mo Chou used to be a coincidence, and her soul lived in the painting, and now she has finally achieved success in cultivation.

Ying Ning's father is human, and her mother is a fox girl.She has been with me for many years, and she has been practicing with great concentration..."

After listening to what Zhou Yu said, Fa Hai frowned and said, "Humans, ghosts, gods, demons, and demons have always been distinct, and the benefactor is a cultivator. Doesn't he not know the laws of heaven?"

Zhou Yu smiled: "Of course I know, but I also know that there is a Peacock Daming King and eight dragons in Buddhism..."

Fa Hai couldn't help but change his face when he mentioned the Eight Heavenly Dragons...

The reason why he has such advanced cultivation at such a young age is because he himself is the reincarnation of Mahuraka among the eight dragons.

This is the origin of his spell "Dawei Tianlong".

"Taoism also has Empress Nuwa, Golden Crow, Dragon God, Flower Immortal, Deer Immortal, 24 Constellations...etc.

Under the seat of the Buddha, there are also many disciples who are not human, right?That being the case, where does the master's so-called clear distinction come from? "

"This……"

As soon as Zhou Yu said, Fa Hai was speechless for a moment.

After careful study, including his previous life, he was not human either.Of course, even in this life, he didn't think he was a human being, but... a god!

"Master, the Buddha said to save all living beings, but what do all living beings refer to? I think it should refer to living beings, not just human beings, right?"

Fa Hai had no way to refute this, so he could only nod his head.

"That's right, the sages of Confucianism also said that there is no discrimination in teaching. So master, let's discuss it.

Everything in the world, the law of the great way, can be summed up as an evolutionary process of natural selection..."

Although the long debate did not convince Fa Hai, it at least made Fa Hai start to reflect.

In terms of cultivation, Zhou Yu is indeed not as good as Fa Hai, but he is far behind.

In the past, Fahai probably didn't have the patience to listen to Zhou Yu's long speeches, but before that, he had personally witnessed the character "Zen" written by Zhou Yu, and also witnessed the vision caused by this word.

When the conversation was almost over, Zhou Yu finally got up to say goodbye.

"Sorry for disturbing the master for so long, I will take my leave first, and I will visit the master again when I have a chance."

After leaving Jinshan Temple, Ying Ning couldn't help but said: "Husband, that monk seems to be young, but he feels unfathomable."

"That's natural..." Zhou Yu said with emotion: "It's also the reincarnation of a great Buddhist master."

"The reincarnation of Da Neng? No wonder!" Ying Ning was puzzled, followed by a look of envy.

"I brought you here on a special trip today just to prevent unnecessary conflicts with him in the future.

He is very rigid and dogmatic. If he hadn't communicated with him in advance, once a conflict occurred, it would not be easy to end. "

"That's right... but my husband, you said so much before, will he listen?"

Zhou Yu shook his head: "How can there be such an easy thing? It's just that what I said will more or less affect him. At least, he will not meddle in my business in the future."

Mo Chou smiled and said: "Of course, he can't be called Husband."

Time passed slowly.

On this day, Ying Ning and Mo Chou had nothing to do and made an appointment to go out to the countryside together.

As soon as they arrived at a deserted place in the suburbs, the two daughters let go, laughing and playing, flying around...

Suddenly, Ying Ning seemed to sense something, and with a movement, he flew to the depths of a bamboo forest.

After walking through the forest for a while, suddenly, a huge green snake came out...

Ying Ning was taken aback, because she faintly sensed that this green snake's skills were not shallow, maybe a little stronger than hers.

However, if you are shocked, you are not afraid.

Just about to speak to persuade, at this moment, a white shadow flew over and shouted: "Xiaoqing, don't mess around..."

At this moment, Ying Ning was a little dumbfounded, and subconsciously called out: "Sister Mochou?"

No, this woman looks exactly like Sister Mochou in appearance, but her breath is completely different. Could it be that she deliberately turned into Sister Mochou's appearance?

"Sister Mochou?"

The woman in the white skirt glanced at Ying Ning with a puzzled expression.

"It's boring, I wanted to scare this little fox..."

The green snake uttered words, and then transformed into a delicate woman.

However, it still dragged a long snake tail.

Upon hearing the word little fox spirit, Ying Ning became unhappy: "Hmph, you are the fox spirit... no, you are the snake spirit."

"Hee hee, I was originally a snake spirit."

Ying Ning: "..."

Encountering this kind of snake spirit who doesn't know the world, she was a little speechless.

But she can also understand, that's how she came here back then.

"Xiaoqing..."

The woman in the white dress yelled dissatisfiedly, then smiled at Ying Ning: "Little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Ying Ning, what's your sister's name?"

"My name is Bai Suzhen. By the way, why did you call me Sister Mochou just now?"

"because……"

Ying Ning was about to answer, but Mo Chou's voice came from next to her ear: "Ying Ning, Ying Ning..."

"Sister Mochou, I'm here."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Chou flew over.

"Wow, why... exactly the same?"

Xiao Qing was stunned, looked at Bai Suzhen, then at Mo Chou.

Mo Chou was also a little dazed, feeling as if she was looking in a mirror.

Bai Suzhen was also stunned for a while, and then asked: "Girl, you...are you born with this appearance?"

Mo Chou nodded: "Well, then you..."

Bai Suzhen said with emotion: "I never expected to meet someone who looks exactly like me."

Xiaoqing couldn't help but said happily: "Great, this is called fate... So, I have another sister?"

At this time, Ying Ning couldn't help but glanced at Xiaoqing's snake tail, frowned and said, "Xiaoqing, can't you fully transform?"

"Who says you can't?"

Xiaoqing snorted, and transformed again, the snake tail disappeared, and a pair of legs appeared.

Then he muttered: "I really don't know what's so good about turning into a human being? Getting up is so tiring..."

Bai Suzhen was speechless: "Xiaoqing, if you turn into a human being, you can't call it crawling, it's called walking."

"But walking is so tiring..."

"Just get used to it. Look, I'm not walking well?"

Bai Suzhen took a few steps back and forth with both feet.

Xiaoqing still refused to accept it, raised her legs and said: "Hmph, sister, you have cultivated for 1000 years, and others have only 500 years. If you give me 500 more years, you can tie the two tails in a knot, and you can run wild..."

Ying Ning: "..."

Mo Chou: "..."

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(End of this chapter)