Shanjian Academy

Chapter 74
As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

There is a sense of freedom and seclusion between the lines, and there is a feeling of paradise at a glance.

After Mu Zhengyang finished writing, the bamboo pole of the writing brush in his hand exploded.

Monk Yuantong immediately signaled Mingle to get a new brush.

Mu Zhengyang waved his hand to stop it: "No need, I've finished writing!"

Monk Yuantong wanted Mu Zhengyang to write directly on the wooden board, and then he asked someone to chisel it out according to the shape of the characters. He licked his face and said, "Layman Mu, your characters are unique. If people copy them on paper, it may be difficult to copy your characters." Can you help me write it on the wooden board?"

Mu Zhengyang picked up the paper with 'Damen Temple' written on it from the board, smiled slightly and said, "It's finished!"

Monk Yuantong and Mingle stared at the wooden board in a daze, and there was actually the word 'Damen Temple' on the wooden board.

"This is..., the strength penetrates the back of the paper!"

Monk Yuantong's Adam's apple is rolling. When writing calligraphy, the ink will indeed seep into the back, but generally speaking, it will only seep into the back of the paper and will not leave traces on the bottom plate. However, these words seem to be written directly. on wooden boards.

Ming Le has been with Monk Yuantong for more than ten years, and he has a certain level of calligraphy through his ears and eyes. When he saw the words written by Mu Zhengyang, he was amazed. Speeding up, I couldn't help looking at Mu Zhengyang a few more times, "There are such powerful people in the world! No wonder the master came back from the mountains that day and burned the 'running script number one' hanging on the wall!"

Monk Yuantong shook his head and clapped his hands in praise, and said to Mingle: "Go and get my wine, it's three glasses of wine!"

The monks quit drinking.

Monk Yuantong had to drink whenever something made him happy, Mingle was very helpless, but the master drank low-alcohol plain wine, so he could only fetch a jug of wine and two glasses for him. Monk Yuantong and Mu Zhengyang both had a cup.

Monk Yuantong took a sip and frowned, clicked his tongue, and said with a disgusted expression: "I have been drinking this apricot flower wine for decades, and I don't think it tastes bad, but since I drank it in Tiannan Mountain The sweet-scented osmanthus wine 'Autumn Breeze Come' brewed by the layman feels hard to swallow after drinking the apricot blossom wine, which made the layman laugh!"

Mu Zhengyang didn't care about what Yuantong and Mingle said, and drank a glass of wine as if he didn't hear it.

Monk Yuantong's apricot blossom wine is not bad, but it really pales in comparison to his 'Autumn Wind'.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the wooden board. In fact, he hid a little mystery on the wooden board. The words were not simply written on it.

Write the characters on a wooden board and hang them outside. The handwriting is easily blurred in wind and rain. If you want to use it as a plaque, you need to further carve it.

Mu Zhengyang thought that since he had already helped Monk Yuantong mention the characters, he might as well help others to send the Buddha to the west. After drinking two glasses of wine, he said: "Master Yuantong, you have a carving knife here. If you have time, if you don't mind, I'll help you carve out this plaque!"

Plaque calligraphy engraving is also an important part of calligraphy. In the old society, many people who learned calligraphy made a living by engraving seals for others, but now there is no pressure to survive in society, and there are very few people who can write well and engrave well.

Monk Yuantong's calligraphy is quite famous in Ze'an City, but he doesn't know how to engrave. Originally, he planned to ask Mu Zhengyang to write a few words, and then asked friends from neighboring counties to help him. Unexpectedly, Mu Zhengyang was willing to take the initiative to help him. He was overjoyed Authentic: "Haha, Layman Mu is very happy to make a move, so why would you mind? Mingle, don't you usually like to carve little arhats and the like? Go and get your carving knife!"

Ming Le's room was only four rooms away from the meditation room, and it didn't take long for him to bring a carving knife the size of a palm.

The carving knife is bright and sharp, which shows that the owner often uses it.

The board given by Yuantong is made of cypress, which is moderately soft and hard.

Mu Zhengyang's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and he holds the carving knife with ease, as if he is carving tofu instead of a wooden board.

Monk Yuantong knew that Mu Zhengyang was a master, and it was normal to have a strong wrist. Moreover, Mu Zhengyang was also a great calligrapher, and his carving skills were within the expected normal range. The sawdust was actually black...

"Is the sawdust in this wooden board stained with ink?" Ming Le has no hair, but has a feeling of scalp numbness.

Monk Yuantong was stunned for a few seconds, looked at Mu Zhengyang with monster-like eyes, and said, "Layman Mu... I thought it was just a simple force penetration of the paper back, but it seems that I have underestimated you! The ink is actually behind the force penetration of the paper back." , and penetrated deep into the board, this is the legendary three-pointer!"

Three Points into the Wood is about the sage storyteller Wang Xizhi visiting a student's home, and the student saw the teacher coming and excitedly went to buy wine and vegetables.Wang Xizhi was sitting in the living room resting alone. He saw a newly made long table in the middle of the living room, which was as smooth as paper. On a whim, he picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote "Liang Fu Yin" on the long table with real.After finishing writing, I saw that there were still many gaps, and wrote it again in cursive.

The disciple came back from the outside and was overjoyed when he saw the words on the long table.The calligraphy was written vigorously and vigorously, and the disciples praised it again and again.

Wang Xizhi also felt very satisfied with his writing today, so he smiled while twitching his beard.

A few days later, the student went out to do some errands, and his old father felt sorry to see the newly made long table covered with words, so he found a wet rag to wipe it off.After rubbing it over and over again, the ink color faded, but the handwriting could not be removed.

As soon as the old man's stubborn temper came up, he simply scraped it with a knife.After scraping for half a day, the writing on the surfaces was completely removed.

After the student came home, the old father said triumphantly, "I'm exhausted today! I scraped off the sides to get the writing on it clean!"

The students couldn't laugh or cry, but they admired the teacher's extraordinary writing skills even more.

Monk Yuantong has always regarded this as an allusion, but he actually witnessed the "three-pointer" thing in real life!

Ming Le was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and forced half of his narrowed eyes to open.

Mu Zhengyang was immersed in the engraving, and when all three characters were carved, he put down the carving knife in his hand, gently patted the sawdust on his hand, and smiled softly at Monk Yuantong: "Master Yuantong, your plaque You have carved it!"

After the three characters on the wooden board are carved, they have a more three-dimensional sense, and there is a sense of Zen beyond the world.

Monk Yuantong looked at the plaque very satisfied, and said excitedly: "The plaque carved by Layman Mu himself is too precious! It's too vulgar to talk about money, so I'll give Layman Mu a piece of wood to express my gratitude!"

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