The two old palace masters of Huang'an Temple went out to buy a table of incense in the hall today. They came slowly until around 7 o'clock in the evening.

The gate of Huang'an Temple is an arch that integrates three arches and the Heavenly King Hall. This is also a common structure for many temples where temples are not on the mountain. It not only saves materials but does not appear abrupt.

"Why did you come back?" the two young monks ran over and asked.

When the two old monks came back from a taxi, they saw the little monk anxious and said, "What's wrong? The manufacturer over there is a polite one, and I've had a meal."

"Someone came to find uncle Shi."

"Look for me? What are you doing?" the old monk asked in confusion.

The little monk also heard a little bit of understanding and said vaguely on the way.

"What happened during the Republic of China? How can I remember this? There are hundreds of pilgrims in the temple every day, and I have long forgotten it." After hearing this, the old monk looked a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, the steps of the few people stopped, and something seemed to roll down at their feet.

"What?"

Several people walked along the long road and looked over.

I don't know who did the one-meter-wide white silk, but it stretched out from the steps on the Main Hall to their feet, which was six or seven meters long.

Several monks from Huang'an Temple were also wondering. Bai Jian, which careless person made it?

The hip hall of the Great Hall is double-eaved, determined by copper tiles. At this moment, under the lights, the entire hall is magnificent, and it seems that the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

"Look, someone!"

Several people looked up and saw a figure standing outside the hall gate, holding a large slinging pen in their hands, like a swordsman in the world.

"Who is this person?"

The world in Zhong Yue's eyes turned into black and white.

He stood solemnly.

The world of Moyun this time is very different from that of Lanting, as if the two worlds overlap.

Today is a good weather with the bright moon hanging high, dry and cloudless.

However, the full moon in Zhong Yue's eyes was a Tai Chi. The beasts squatting on the roof of the palace, the hang-hang kiss, the horned beasts, and the beasts were lifelike. In the mist, the Wen Family Book Pavilion, the Ancient Bridge of the Wang Family, the White Stone Chair, etc. The masters of calligraphy and painting in the system seemed to be reflected in reality, staring at Zhong Yue silently.

"Since the Buddha will not save you, I will save you!"

Zhong Yue's eyes were filled with anger. He looked at the unmoved Silver Buddha without any mercy in his eyes.

A [high-end coupon] in the mall was purchased and disappeared. The Huang'an Temple in Zhong Yue's eyes was no longer the Huang'an Temple in reality.

The Zen room has deep flowers and trees, ancient roads, old friends, but Zhong Yue does not belong to this era that has passed away upside down.

Zhong Yue carried a large pen in his hand and recorded it as follows: "In the spring of the ninth year of the Republic of China, the Three Saints Temple was rising in the east. Master Le Ming did not see Liu Hehua, and he did not know this person, and he passed by!"

"In the 19th year of the Republic of China, pilgrims came and went, and Master Changgui didn't know this person, and he passed!"

Zhong Yue's accomplishments were almost gone, and the two secret techniques in the package disappeared instantly, and another 100,000 achievement points were added. The big lifting brush in Zhong Yue's hand was like a shocking snake on the white silk, and he quickly made a proposal.

no!

None of them!

With one stroke, the strokes will enter the nine heavens of thunder.

This is a terrifying move...

Another cigarette was lit in the attic of the east wing. Ouyang Ming, who was secretly waiting for instant noodles, also looked over. Seeing this scene, the cigarette in his mouth fell into the instant noodles blankly.

"I'll just go, fuck..."

This scene is so shocking.

Zhong Yue splashed ink on white silk, as if he was entering a state of no one.

Not only was Ouyang Ming stunned, but even the old monks who had just returned to the temple who stood closest were shocked.

"In the 29th year of the Republic of China, it's not..."

Zhong Yue looked up at the ancestors.

Jin Nong was smiling and looking at him.

Zheng Banqiao and Wang Ximeng seemed to be more interested in the flower world behind the hall.

Qi Baishi sat on the chair, looking old and pretty. He cared about the gold bars hidden in the thick black robe, and there were quite a few of them now.

Wen Zhengming looked at the handwriting left by Zhong Yue on the white silk, imitated it in the air with great interest, immersed in the way of calligraphy.

"I realized it without any knowledge."

There were only two chances, but Zhong Yue still couldn't find that person.

In the 37th year of the Republic of China, Master Chisong was the director of the Buddhist civilian clinic. Zhong Yue felt a little thrilled when he saw the leaflet.

Here comes!

Zhong Yue stood in the temple, as if he saw hope. His eyes now were like a movie that was fast-forwarding sixteen times, often with reflections of history.

Abbot Huikong heard the movement outside and walked out wearing a monk's robe, "Donor Ouyang, what's the situation outside? It's so noisy?"

Ouyang Ming, who was standing upstairs, came to his senses, "Ah? Nothing? Abbot, let's go into the house and talk..." Ouyang Ming quickly stuffed Abbot Huikong into the house.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I have some things to do with the abbot... Come on, I'll give it to the abbot." As he said that, he wanted to deliver the cigarette instant noodles to Abbot Huikong, who looked confused.

......

......

"Slow down."

“Lately…”

"The 38th year of the Republic of China...the last chance!" Zhong Yue murmured to himself.

If you can't find it again this time, Zhong Yue doesn't know what else to sell? It seems that he can't sell anything. The secret techniques obtained from the two lottery draws are already the most valuable things, but he has no regrets about selling the land.

Time slowly flows backwards.

This year, Huang'an Temple was not so magnificent.

This year, the Buddha in the hall was still gypsum and copper body.

However, this year, there were many more patients in the temple. This was the mercy of the monk and the benevolence of Buddhism.

Zhong Yue's pen records: "Thirty-eight years."

Suddenly, Zhong Yue saw a figure from the bustling ink shadows.

The white silk is nearly three meters from outside the temple, and it is all carried by Zhong Yue's brushwork. This is different from the ugly calligraphy by Master Shi Xiang in the Shanghai Gallery. Although the formation is large, every stroke has its own brushwork.

There were more and more monks gathering around the white silk edge, but no one came up to stop Zhong Yue. It was not that Zhong Yue's aura shocked them, but that Ouyang Ming was on the side, holding RMB and sending red envelopes.

"Forgive me, Masters, my brother is a little depressed and wants to vent."

Then he looked at the crazy cursive words with half of white silk with a smile, and murmured to himself: "You are so awesome | You are so arrogant, why didn't the Buddha accept you, the monkey!"

...

...

Global World Building

It is only a street from Huang'an Temple.

The restaurant on the building is now the prime time for dining.

The little girl jumped off the dining table.

"The baby won't eat it?"

The porcelain doll wearing a yellow down jacket ran to the huge telescope beside her, looking curiously at the cylinder that was much taller than her.

"Mom, what's this?"

The young woman picked up her little daughter and smiled and said, "Baby looks here, yes, look out from here and you can see things that are far away."

"Momo, there is a big brother painting on the ground." The porcelain doll said seriously.

The woman smiled, but she didn't care, thinking she was the kind of street wandering artist.

"Mom, there are many bald uncles standing beside him."

"Bald?" The woman leaned over curiously, "Mom comes and take a look."

The camera happens to be in front of the Main Hall of Huang'an Temple.

On the white silk, under the yellow light, the whole masterpiece is jaw-dropping.

Half a piece of cursive script, the pen is like a dragon and a snake.

The ink pen below outlines a touching scene.

The middle-aged father held his teenage daughter and knelt in front of the Buddhist temple. Although he was just a side face, he showed full of fatherly love and sadness.

Liu Hehua in her arms was smiling at her father.

The old monk next to him carried medicinal ink and mugwort and performed moxibustion on the woman's arm.

The Buddha in the Buddhist temple was watching this scene with compassion.

Buddha,

Temple,

people,

Seeing this painting, the woman shed tears.

For some reason, she remembered her father who was standing at the school gate looking forward to those years with a pack of pecans in her hand...
Chapter completed!