"Abbot, I wonder if you have heard of it. I will stop writing?"

Shi Huikong was stunned and asked, "I won't write anymore? Why?"

"After the "Yellow Wine Post", I was worried that my calligraphy would not improve any more, so I strictly required that I would close my writing without any time before I came up with better works."

Uncle Lekong, who was standing beads, smiled and said, "Then donor Zhong should not have these concerns at all. I know a little about the way of calligraphy. The donor's shocking work last night was enough to be comparable to the "Yellow Wine Post". In my opinion, it is even more magnificent than the Yellow Wine Post. The barrier of calligraphy has long been broken. Congratulations to Donor Zhong."

Ouyang Kaishan raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What good work is it that makes the old masters of Huang'an Temple praise it. Zhong Yue, take it out for us to appreciate it."

Zhong Yue looked at Ouyang Ming.

"The white silk has been taken away." Ouyang Ming was afraid that the monks of Huang'an Temple were unreasonable last night, so he used the white silk as evidence and sent them to the police station. That would be a problem. So after locking Abbot Huikong last night, he transported the white silk out of Huang'an Temple as soon as possible.

When Zhong Yue saw several monks from Huang'an Temple, he insisted on letting him "get some blood" and said, "Then let's borrow the pen and ink from the abbot."

"Okay! Please here."

Zhong Yue asked, "Does the abbot have Buddhist scriptures here?"

Shi Huikong stood up with the Buddhist beads, "Does Zhong Shi mainly copy Buddhist scriptures?"

"Yeah, since you are in the pure Buddhist land, you will naturally be pious to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Shi Huikong smiled and said, "It is not something that ordinary people can do to copy Buddhist scriptures."

Ouyang Ming was stunned, "Abbot, Brother Yue has won a big prize. I dare not say that he recites Buddhist scriptures. Is there any way to tell me and not to copy a Buddhist scripture? It's too pediatric."

Shi Huikong's rosary, smiling without saying a word.

Lekong, who was standing beside him, said: "The copying of Buddhist scriptures does not mean that calligraphy should be more exquisite, but more importantly, sincerity."

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"Sincere, what's the difficulty?"

The old monk said: "After a person concentrates, he can cut off all kinds of distractions and achieve a state of being one mind and not being confused. If you copy the scriptures, you must make sure that every stroke is one stroke and one word is good."

"One word is good? Is this requirement too strict?" Ouyang Ming asked. These Buddhist scriptures are hundreds or thousands of words. Who has not had a typo? They actually have to stroke and make a good word.

Huikong smiled, "So it's not something that ordinary people can do."

"I still want to copy Buddhist scriptures." Zhong Yue's calligraphy has always been winning by brushwork. Now, when I hear this statement of cutting off distractions, I still agree with it. After all, the additional effects produced by the pens produced by the system are all supplemented by concentration. Zhong Yue has never cared too much, but he is using it easily.

"Master Zhong, you have to be pious in copying Buddhist scriptures. If you really want to copy them, you need to copy them at once and you can't give up halfway. I think it's still..."

Zhong Yue walked to the desk beside him and said, "Abbot, I said I won't write, you want me to write. I'm going to write, you're giving up again. What's the situation?"

Huikong smiled but said nothing, "What Buddhist scriptures are the main copy of Qi?"

"Just the Heart Sutra."

"The Heart Sutra is also the shortest scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures."

Just as Zhong Yue was about to sit down, Master Huikong beside him said, "Before copying Buddhist scriptures, you must wash your hands."

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Zhong Yue walked over, washed his hands, and after drying it, he asked, "Abbot, what else should I pay attention to? Please explain it clearly at once."

Zhong Yue was worried that if he sat down, Abbot Huikong said to wash his face again, which would be very sexy.

"Sit upright on the front of the scriptures, it is best to sit quietly for three minutes to calm your body, mouth, and mind. It is best to turn off your phone to prevent other interference."

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"Isn't it?"

Abbot Huikong took out a thin, thick Heart Sutra from the bookshelf, "Overall monks in the temple recite the Heart Sutra well, so they basically don't need this sutra. I'm afraid that I will distract you from chanting it to you, so you should recite it yourself."

"Thank you, abbot."

Zhong Yue directly picked up the pen on the pen holder, licked it a few times, and smiled and said, "A good purple-haired pen."

This pen is different from the brushes used normally. The general pens are tapered, but this pen looks round and suddenly narrows at the waist, forming a very thin tip. The purple-haired pen has a tip like a cone, but the waist is soft. The purple-haired pen is common, and the pen is pointed.

"The pen was specially given to me by a donor from Xuandi, Huizhou. It was used to be easy. It has been more than twenty years, and I have changed dozens of them. It's a pity that the donor has passed away for several years."

Zhong Yue said: "Xuan Biography has become lonely since the Yuan Dynasty. Now it is the world of Hu Bi. If the abbot likes it, I can make a few."

"real?"

Zhong Yue nodded and prepared to copy the Heart Sutra.

Through memories, Zhong Yue vaguely remembered that Master Chisong asked Liu Hehua to recite the Heart Sutra three times a day. Youwei was abroad, which could be given to her as a gift. Zhong Yue had completely forgotten that the purpose of writing was to keep the ink treasures.

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When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all sufferings.

Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for feeling, thinking, action and consciousness.

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Therefore, the mantra of Prajna Paramita was said, and the mantra was said: Jie Di Jie Di, Piluo Jie Di, Piluo Seng Jie Di, and Bodhi Savah.

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The Heart Sutra is a scripture translated by Xuanzang. Its main meaning is to practice the method of profound observation, to see that all dharmas are empty, to be born in the sea of ​​suffering of birth and death, and to attain the supreme Bodhi.

To put it bluntly, that is what Buddhist temple has been talking about without desires and without desires. Reciting the Heart Sutra can indeed calm the mind. Master Chisong's intention must have made Liu Hehua look a little more open. Only by living towards death and transcending everything can one live more wonderfully.

Zhong Yue's small calligraphy has already been perfect, especially now that it has broken through the bottleneck, and has reached its peak. Fifty-five turns are no longer exclusive to the Tang people's Lingfei Jing. Zhong Yue's pen tip is agile. Whenever there is a steep place, the pen tip can pass by quickly, making the people watching the side hold their breath and concentrate, and they dare not even breathe too loudly.

I am indifferent to life and death, but how many people are truly able to achieve this state?

If Zhong Yue could be so frank about life and death, he wouldn't have questioned the Buddha so much last night.

The reason for this is of course the expression of true temperament.

Bodhi Savah.

The last word was written, and the copying of the Heart Sutra with beautiful handwriting and neat and clear words was completed. The people around him finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Awesome, every word is good, and it is still so fast. If you were placed thousands of years ago, donor Zhong, you will definitely be a Buddhist spiritual child. Donor Zhong, I think your words and deeds are so open-minded, it is better to..."

"Don't." Zhong Yue looked at Abbot Huikong's eagerness to try and interrupted quickly, "Abbot Huikong's face is still an ordinary person."

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and said, "Master Huikong, now the wishful thinking is gone."

Abbot Huikong shook his head and smiled, "Haha. The world is so annoying, donor Zhong will understand it in the future."

"We have been disturbing the abbot for so long, and it's time for us to say goodbye. When the doctor cures my friend in the future, we will definitely come to thank you."

Abbot Huikong put his hands together and bowed eleven times, "Amitabha, saving a life is better than creating a seven-level Buddhist tutu. Donor Zhong is so kind and full of Buddha nature, really won't think about it anymore?"

Zhong Yue rolled up the Heart Sutra and said, "No, no."

As he said that, he and Ouyang Kaishan and others left the Buddhist temple.

Shi Huikong kept sending several people outside the mountain gate. Suddenly, he saw the rice paper in Zhong Yue's hand who was leaving, and frowned and said, "Uncle Master, it seems something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"That guy took away the Heart Sutra, what about the Mobao that he promised to leave?"

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